Natasha 15.2, 400,000cc alt Torpedo mode
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This is not canon!!
What it is, is what might happen if Natasha didn't listen at the end of Chapter 14.
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Natasha hung up the phone.
She knew everything that the Doc had said made sense. She'd felt somewhere inside of her that it had begun to go wrong with her implants some time ago.
But she also knew she was going to do it anyway.
She says I'm at 100, 4 times the critical limit
But I'm still standing aren't I? Why not 4 more
They're about to speed up again, I can feel it
Natasha knew she was going too far now, if even the IEC told her to stop.
Maria would likely be upset too.
But there was no force on earth that could stop this from happening now.
Arguably gravity, but Natasha was overcoming that.
She shuffled to the wardrobe and kicked it open with her foot, revealing the boxes and boxes of saline she'd ordered. Hundreds of them.
Smiling to herself and leaving them put, she shuffled back to her bed and kneeled down.
From this position, she lifted up the cover and reached under, pulling out a large box, then many more like it.
With boxes of supplies in easy reach, and assured in the knowledge she had plenty more, Natasha prepared herself and flipped the switch.
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There it is, the way it used to be, she thought to herself.
Her rapidly filled breasts had begun to accelerate hours ago.
The bliss she felt now was just as powerful as the first time, at long last.
She squeezed her breast, what she could reach of it. It was even softer and jigglier than before, quaking like a waterbed for a long time after she touched them.
She looked out at her long suffering girls, now much much longer than they were tall, another side effect of the deteriorating implant shells.
I'm sorry girls, I know this is too far. I can't stop
