Dante's eyes fluttered open to a room bathed in prismatic light. The academy's twin suns cast rainbow-hued shadows across the walls, a constant reminder that this was no ordinary world. His new body felt heavy, foreign—every movement a reminder of the dramatic transformation he'd undergone.
Rising from bed proved to be a challenge. His center of gravity had shifted dramatically, the weight of his enhanced form requiring careful adjustment with each motion. His new breasts, impossibly large at two meters, created a constant pull that threatened to topple him forward. The sheer mass of his posterior acted as a counterweight, but learning to balance between these extremes was like learning to walk all over again.
"S-system," he called out, voice trembling as his fingers fidgeted together nervously. "W-why... why is my body continuing to change?"
The familiar cool voice responded promptly: Your form adapts to accommodate increasing power levels. Current modifications are operating within expected parameters.
"Expected p-parameters?" Dante whispered, stumbling toward the full-length mirror. The reflection that greeted him was even more extreme than the night before. His hips had widened so much further than any species of woman ever in history, creating an entirely impossible hourglass figure. His thighs, the thickest both females and humans could ever hope to have, rippled with hidden strength. His prismatic eyes shimmered with rainbow hues, making it hard for him to maintain eye contact even with his own reflection.
Your body serves as a vessel for divine energy, the System explained. Traditional physical limitations do not apply.
Dante pressed his hands against his burning cheeks, studying the strange face that looked back at him. His features had grown even more delicate overnight, yet there was an otherworldly beauty to them that transcended conventional attractiveness. His prismatic eyes seemed to shift colors with each nervous blink, a kaleidoscope of uncertainty.
"T-this isn't what I wanted," he whispered, fingers twisting together anxiously. What had he wanted? To remain trapped in his old life, bearing the weight of Stacy's betrayals? To continue existing as a shadow of a person, never truly living?
The System's response was immediate: Want is irrelevant. Need is paramount. Your form adapts to serve the multiverse's requirements.
A knock at the door made Dante jump, his heart racing. He was suddenly aware of how exposed he felt in his night clothes, which didn't contain his new form. "C-coming!" he called out, his musical voice wavering with embarrassment.
He grabbed a robe—the only one the academy had provided—and tried to wrap it around himself. But his impossible proportions refused to be contained. The two-meter breasts pushed the fabric severely beyond its limits, his long, rounded puffy nipples completely exposed despite his desperate attempts to cover them. His face burned crimson as he realized how the robe did nothing and actually concealed.
With trembling hands and downcast eyes, Dante opened the door. There stood a tall, elegant woman with silver hair and mercury eyes. She wore the distinctive robes of an academy instructor, though hers seemed to shift and flow like living quicksilver.
The narrow doorway forced them close together, and as Selenova stepped forward, she inadvertently pressed against Dante's impossible form. Her mercury eyes widened in astonishment at the contact, taking in the sheer scale of Dante's transformation.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Dante squeaked, trying to back away but stumbling due to his unstable balance. His prismatic eyes darted everywhere but at Selenova's face, his cheeks burning brighter than ever.
"By the ancient stars," Selenova breathed, her composed demeanor slipping for a moment as she took in Dante's full appearance. "I've never... how is this even possible? Dante's fingers twisted together anxiously as he tried to adjust the robe, but it was a futile effort. "I-I don't... I mean... I'm not sure..." he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Selenova collected herself, though her mercury eyes couldn't quite hide her amazement. "I am Instructor Selenova. The Academy sent me to... check on our newest arrival."
She stepped into the room, her movement causing another accidental brush against Dante's form that made him squeak in orgasmic pleasure and shuffle backward to keep from bumping into the instructor. "Your body is... remarkable," she managed, trying to maintain her professional composure despite her obvious astonishment.
"P-please," Dante whispered, hugging himself as best he could with his impossible proportions. "I don't understand what's happening to me..." Selenova realizing what happened quickly teleported away with disgust finally noticing how bizarre the situation and the student actually was.
The rest of the day passed in a blur of embarrassment and confusion as Dante tried to adapt to his ever-changing form. Each new modification brought fresh waves of shyness and discomfort, his prismatic eyes rarely meeting anyone's gaze for more than a second.
She stepped into the room, her movement causing another accidental brush against Dante's form that made him squeak and shuffle backward. "Your body is... remarkable," she managed, trying to maintain her professional composure despite her obvious astonishment.
"P-please," Dante whispered, hugging himself as best he could with his impossible proportions. "I don't understand what's happening to me..."
The rest of the day passed in a blur of embarrassment and confusion as Dante tried to adapt to his ever-changing form. Each new modification brought fresh waves of shyness and discomfort, his prismatic eyes rarely meeting anyone's gaze for more than a second.
In the privacy of his room that evening, Dante stood before the mirror again, his impossible form shimmering in the dying light of the twin suns. His fingers traced the air above his reflection, never quite touching the glass, as if afraid to confirm this reality.
"I'll never get used to this," he whispered to his reflection, watching the rainbow colors dance in his prismatic eyes. "Never..."
But somewhere in the vast expanse of reality, the Universe continued its work, reshaping Dante Miller into something beyond normal comprehension. His transformation wasn't complete—perhaps it would never truly be complete—but for now, he remained caught between what he was and what he was becoming, shy and uncertain in a body that defied possibility itself.
The next morning brought new challenges as Dante faced his first real day at the academy. His attempts to dress in the provided uniform proved futile - the fabric, despite its magical properties, simply couldn't contain his impossible proportions. The two-meter breasts refused to be confined, and every movement caused the material to shift precariously he would have to get new clothes for the academy and everyday life sadly a lot of underside lower cleavage being shown with the entire shirt dangerously straining to hold and contain his mommy milkers, milk jugs lactation launchers inside the poor shirt .
"S-system," Dante whispered, pressing his fingers together nervously as he stared at his reflection. "Isn't there anything that can... that could..." His voice trailed off, prismatic eyes downcast.
Negative. Current proportions exceed standard containment parameters. Adaptation is necessary.
A soft whimper escaped his lips as he heard other students passing in the hallway outside. The thought of facing them made his chest tighten with anxiety. He had to attend classes - the academy's rules were clear about that - but how could he when he could barely keep himself covered?
The door chimed, making him jump. "O-one moment!" he called out, voice musical but trembling as he tried to adjust the uniform one last time.
Selenova stood in the doorway, her mercury eyes widening once again at the sight of him. The narrow doorframe forced her to step close, accidentally pressing against his impossible form as she entered. "I've brought you your schedule," she said, trying to maintain her composure despite her obvious amazement at his continuing transformation.
"T-thank you," Dante mumbled, backing away while attempting to cross his arms over his exposed chest. The movement only emphasized his impossible proportions more, making his face burn brighter.
"The first class is in the Grand Hall," Selenova explained, her quicksilver robes shifting as she moved. "I'll escort you there."
The hallways seemed to shrink as they walked, Dante keeping his prismatic eyes fixed on the floor. Every student they passed stopped and stared, their whispers following like trailing shadows. His fingers twisted together constantly, his entire body burning with embarrassment.
"S-sorry," he whispered as they had to squeeze past a group of students, his impossible form taking up most of the corridor. One of the students gasped as they got an up-close view of his proportions.
"By the ancient stars," the student breathed. "How is that even possible?"
Dante's prismatic eyes filled with tears of embarrassment, his lower lip trembling. Selenova quickly ushered him forward, but in the narrow space, she couldn't avoid pressing against him again.
"P-please," Dante squeaked, "I don't think I can..."
"You must attend classes," Selenova said firmly, though her voice softened as she saw his distress. Her mercury eyes couldn't quite hide her continued amazement at his form. "The academy has rules..."
The Grand Hall doors loomed before them, voices of hundreds of students echoing from within. Dante's hands shook as he pressed his fingers together, his prismatic eyes darting frantically between the doors and the floor.
"I'll be nearby," Selenova assured him, though she seemed distracted by another accidental brush against his impossible form as she turned to leave.
Taking a deep breath, Dante pushed open the massive doors. The hall fell silent instantly, hundreds of eyes turning to stare at him. His impossible proportions seemed even more pronounced in the vast space, the magical lighting making his exposed form impossible to ignore.
"N-new student," he managed to whisper, his musical voice carrying in the silence. "I'm... I'm..." But he couldn't finish, his face burning as he hurried to the nearest empty seat, trying desperately to make himself smaller despite his impossible form.
The whispers started immediately:
"Did you see..."
"How can anyone be that..."
"Those proportions are impossible..."
"Even the uniform can't contain..."
Dante sank lower in his seat, prismatic eyes fixed firmly tits sitting on his desk as he pressed his fingers together. The day had barely begun, and already he wished he could disappear entirely. But the System's words echoed in his mind: Adaptation is necessary.
He just wished he knew how to adapt to being impossible.
The Ethereal Wing's larger spaces offered little comfort as more students filled the halls between classes. Dante's impossible form drew constant attention, with clusters of students "accidentally" bumping into him as they passed.
"Oops, sorry!" A crystal-winged student giggled, brushing past. "It's just so hard to get around your... everything."
"I-I'm sorry," Dante whispered, prismatic eyes downcast as he pressed his fingers together. His exposed chest made every encounter more mortifying, the magical uniform still refusing to contain his two-meter proportions.
A group of ethereal beings floated nearby, not even trying to hide their stares. "Hey, new student!" one called out. "How do you even fit through doors?"
Dante's face burned brighter, tears threatening to spill from his rainbow-hued eyes. Another student "accidentally" bumped into him from behind, making him stumble forward.
"S-sorry!" he squeaked, his musical voice trembling. "I'm trying to... to..."
"Trying to what?" someone teased. "Be impossible? Because you're succeeding!"
The hallway erupted in giggles as more students pressed closer, fascinated by his unique form. Each brush against him made Dante want to disappear entirely.
"Look at those prismatic eyes!"
"And the way nothing fits..."
"How does anyone even get that..."
Selenova appeared through the crowd, her mercury eyes widening as she was pushed against Dante's exposed ass which is the fattest she's ever seen in her entire life his skirt not being able to contain his 230 cm booty she was accidently pressed into by the students. "Clear the hallway," she commanded, trying to maintain her composure despite her obvious amazement at another close encounter with his impossible proportions.
"We're just being friendly," one student protested, bumping into Dante again. "It's not our fault he takes up so much space!"
"P-please," Dante whimpered, fingers twisting together anxiously. "I need to get to class..."
The System chimed in his mind: Current social interactions within acceptable parameters. Adaptation to attention is necessary.
"But everyone keeps... keeps..." Dante couldn't finish, his musical voice breaking as another student pressed past him in the "crowded" hall."By the ancient stars," the student breathed, staring up at him. "Your proportions defy reality itself!"
More students gathered, creating an artificial bottleneck in the hallway. Each new arrival meant another uncomfortable brush against Dante's impossible form, another set of amazed eyes taking in his exposed chest and prismatic gaze.
"N-no more," Dante pleaded softly, but his whispered words were lost in the growing commotion."Enough!" Selenova's voice cut through the chaos. "All students to their classes immediately! " As the crowd reluctantly dispersed, each student managed one final "accidental" contact with Dante's form. His face burned impossibly brighter with each touch, his prismatic eyes brimming with tears. "I can't... I can't do this," he whispered to Selenova, his musical voice trembling. "Everyone keeps..."
Another student rushed past, pressing against his exposed form his tits and ass bouncing up and down swaying left and right mesmerizingly . "Sorry!" they called out, not sounding sorry at all. "You're just so impossible to miss!"
Selenova's mercury eyes couldn't hide her continued amazement at his proportions as she tried to create space around him. But in the narrow hallway, even she couldn't avoid another accidental brush against his impossible form hopefully she would be able to adapt and get through the day.