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Infinity Cube Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2024-10-23 04:01:31 +0000 UTC
This took a while but jesus, it's so much better than it would have been if I didn't take the time to let myself cook. I hope you all enjoy the latest in Alice's wacky adventures.
“Woah, well... That’s new,” I muttered, eyeing the basement door as a soft, familiar white glow pulsed along its edges in rhythm with the cube as it stretched the door far beyond the basement. There was something off about it this time, though—something more alive than before. The door creaked open on its own, revealing a vast, yawning black void. The darkness felt endless, I almost believed I would just fall into it for a second. Being drawn deeper into that abyss.. Was it.. waiting for me?
Nothing.
Elizabeth, standing beside me, gave a strained grin. “Come on, let me show you your new office,” she said, yet her voice faltered into a hoarse choke. The air around us felt heavier, charged with something we couldn’t name. The glow from the door intensified, pulling at me, making my skin hum with color. Something was happening to me and she must have realized it too.
I stepped closer, allowing the void to draw me in. Elizabeth’s grin faded, replaced by growing uncertainty. Her hand twitched at her side, like she was reconsidering. But it was too late. I could feel it—the shift, the warmth spreading through my veins, turning into something vast and uncontrollable as my breasts crossed the threshold and—
...
“Alice?! Do you even know how to hold your—?!” Elizabeth’s voice faded into the background of everything that wasn’t me. My mind was focused on something else, something more important. Completion. This is the real reason why Arc wanted me to visit this space. It was mine; it was me. This is me.
The only thing more important, more auspicious and perfect.
Were my Tits.
Huge Natural Tits.
Powerful; Superior.
Vague truths that defined my entire existence. My tits are everything. Of course they were. My tits were right, they couldn't be wrong, there wasn't any reason to argue as they began to think for me—
And just like that I woke up from my dream that warm, familiar, outline running over my skin, pressing into my existence firmly until I was back to normal; the cube somehow forced me into mortal shape against my will.
“..What the fuck just happened?” I huffed, trying to catch my breath while my brain quickly reorganized itself. My tits still desperately wanted to be allowed to use their full power. I had to fight the urges they were streaming into my mind.
“According to my scans, you just unfolded in eight dimensions. Luckily I'm pretty good at geometric ciphers, the cube helped me with the rest.” Elizabeth shrugged as if any of this was normal. Meanwhile I was left panting like a dog; hands on my knees tits pressing firmly into my thighs with each heavy exhale. Were they.. Bigger?
“Calibration complete, stabilizing..” The cube announced with a surprisingly pleasant feminine voice despite being clearly synthetic. The voice was familiar, it sounded kind of like Madeline..
“Wow.. I feel so much better.” I moaned dramatically, the heavy fatigue quickly fading after being released from the cube’s hold; oddly comparable to the now faint memory of taking off a heavy bra after a long night at the lab.
A torrent of relief followed not far behind while my existence readjusted. Of course, I naturally understood the Cube and what it did, so its new functions weren't all that surprising. The only missing information I had was everything else.. Which seemed to be a lot. Elizabeth and I can read each other like a book, and she could clearly tell that I wasn’t fully caught up.
“Done playing around Alice? You can finish your ascension later.” Elizabeth reiterated impatiently, breaking through the growing awkwardness between us. “There should be a door to PRIME HQ pre-installed in here somewhere, but it’s probably super far away. Establishing a physical space hopefully moves it closer.”
“Right, um.. Just a moment.” I muttered, closing my eyes and concentrating on the idea of an office. I struggled heavily, my mind still partially dissociated from what had just happened, but with focus I drew power from my tits slowly and cautiously, taking a deep breath and—
Click!
“The Lab? It's not what I was looking for but I'll take it. It's like home away from home. No wonder…” The other woman chuckled, beginning to slowly make her way through the room, inspecting the replicated space like it was a museum. She seemed genuinely happy, less stressed in this specific environment. At least until everything slowly phased into lovely shades of pink with stylized gradients. “Seriously?”
“What?” I glanced around at the modified laboratory in pure astonishment. Using my powers to do anything that didn't have to do with boobs was honestly a major struggle; it didn’t come as naturally which made me nervous about screwing up—like just now. “I think it actually looks really nice, though.. I really did try to make it an office…”
“Well, you definitely fucked it up. Now everything looks like Barbie threw up on it. This is supposed to be my office too, you know.” Elizabeth bit back as the cube began to spin rapidly, emitting waves of pressure that threatened to knock me over until I adjusted.
When it was all set and done, half of the room was mostly monochrome black and white with some equipment that didn't mirror my side.
I glared daggers at Elizabeth after what she’d said; my patience wearing thin. “Yeah, I get it, okay? It’s all pink and pastel, very funny. But maybe instead of being so dismissive, you could actually appreciate the fact that I'm trying to work with you. Or would that take too much effort?”
Elizabeth turned, folding her arms and flashing an unamused expression at me with my own face. “Don’t get all sensitive on me now, Alice. I wasn’t dismissing you—just the decor.”
“Right, because apparently I have huge tits and shit taste. I'm just a walking sexpot day dream with big tits and that's it? Right?” I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Sorry I don’t have your minimalist monochrome vibes. Maybe next time I’ll make everything gray and soulless for you.”
Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she kept her composure. “Look, I’m not saying you’re just a walking sexpot daydream with big tits—”
“—but you’re thinking it,” I interrupted, my annoyance bubbling to the surface. “You’ve been thinking it this whole time. I can see it in your eyes, Liz. You think I’m just a ditzy useless bimbo, don’t you?”
She didn’t respond immediately. Her brows knitted together as if she genuinely considered what I’d said.
“Fine,” she said finally, a little too casually. “Maybe I did. Maybe I do think you’ve leaned into it a bit too much.”
“Leaned into what exactly?” I demanded, taking a step toward her, my pulse quickening. “What, you think because I look like this now, that I’m suddenly less capable? Like I wasn't the one who pulled through and survived everything the cube had to throw at me? Remolded again, and again, and again. I lost so much and I don't even get to remember half of it. My sense of self is so fucked but I'm still doing trying my fucking best here.”
Elizabeth blinked, caught off guard by the heat in my words. “Alice, I didn’t say you weren’t capable. I’m just saying—”
“Just saying what?” I cut her off again, the frustration pouring out now. “That I can’t be both? That I can’t be smart and powerful and still look like this? Like I’m not allowed to embrace this—” I gestured to my massive tits, “—without losing your respect?”
There was a pause, thick with tension. Elizabeth didn’t back down, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes—guilt, maybe. She opened her mouth to say something, but I kept going, my voice steadier now.
“You know what? I like being a bimbo. I like the way I look, and I like that I’ve changed. But none of that—none of that—makes me less of who I was before. If you can’t get that, then maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are.”
The silence that followed was heavy, and for the first time, Elizabeth looked away, her eyes briefly flicking toward the cube.
“Marilyn or Einstein?” I half barked; half grunted.
“What? It doesn't matter, let's get back to what we came to do.”
“Do you think I'm more like Marilyn or Einstein?”
“Marilyn, of course. You just reiterated that fact did you not?” Elizabeth relented, throwing her arms up in a halfhearted shrug as she walked around one of the machines.
“Do you really think that's all I am?”
“No, but you don't seem to care about education anymore. You haven't bothered to show up to Void–Physics 101 or the PRIME OS briefings. You want to pretend that you're as smart as me but you put zero effort into it!”
“Because I have a life! Unlike you! I’m done studying, I’ve earned my PhD. I want to go the mall with my friends, get my nails done, spend time with my fiancée; binging anime and playing trashy eroge videogames. You have no idea what it's like to have something worth losing! You don't understand what it's like to be me!”
“Fuck you! I do have a life! I have Winston!” She screamed back at me like a cornered animal and my only reaction was to dig deeper. My tits were right, we were better than her.
“Says the one who shuts herself away and never talks to anyone else! You're not even dating him in my world!” I snapped as energy surged through my body, causing the laboratory itself to begin flickering like a broken lamp.
“Ryan—”
“Don't you dare pretend that you ever gave a shit about Ryan. You haven't bothered to visit him since Arc plucked you back into existence. Ryan is a dumbass and immature but you can't keep belittling him just because he's less intelligent than you.”
Our surroundings had completely faded into an infinite black nothingness by the time I finished my well-justified rant. The two of us remained illuminated only by one of the cube’s automatic functions. I understood everything about the device, and it was better—way better than anything I could have come up with.
“I thought maybe we could try working together because we’re the same person, but I was wrong. I’m not the one who turned herself into a breast-obsessed lesbian whore! And what pisses me off the most is that you’re the fucking protagonist! Everything revolves around you, and your ditzy ass still messed it up. Millie went insane because of you! You turned her into your villain! But she was my friend! It was my life! It was my story and you stole it! This power was meant for me, Alice, not you. ”
And just like that, I was trapped. Outlined by white energy, the cube spun calmly as it constricted my local reality. “Liz? W-wait! We can talk about this!”
“No we can’t. I’d much rather talk to myself—Alice, you’re me; Elizabeth.” She commanded with the full power of the cube behind her. My entire sense of self was put into question as my lips began to move on their own, trembling.
“I am…
—legitimately impressed.” I giggled, savoring the look on my former self’s face. “Even terrified of you Elizabeth, your intelligence. I think I finally understand what the other Gods see in you… But in the end, you are still human. I’m a Goddess, Elizabeth; the void is instinct to me now, I can feel it.. Control it.”
I flushed the energy that had been restricted in my tits into the rest of my body, causing the outline to shatter into shimmering fragments of fleeting light. Though I didn't stop there; allowing my power to flow freely my tits quickly ballooned in size as my outfit adjusted to match, blurring in chromatical layers while reforming into white lab-coat attached in the back to a cute green corset that matches perfectly with my new pink jeans. Topped off with white socks and Mary Jane's, a Liddell staple.
I basked in the sensation washing across my scalp, my hair lengthening and turning a pure natural blonde. It cascaded down my back in thick, luxurious waves, the golden strands shimmering as if they were catching light from an unseen sun. The transformation felt both familiar and exhilarating, like slipping into a more perfect version of myself—every inch of me radiated confidence and power.
My lips, now a soft, glossy pink, matched the playful energy coursing through my body, their color enhancing the light blush on my cheeks. I could feel the subtle shift in my face, the angles softening just enough to give me that doll-like, idealized beauty that seemed both otherworldly and utterly captivating. My skin glowed, flawless and smooth, as if it had been airbrushed to perfection.
And then there were my tits.
I could feel them swelling larger, heavier, their immense size pushing against the limits of my outfit as it adjusted to accommodate. Reforming around them in real time, the material tightening in just the right places to accentuate their fullness without constraining them like before.
I took a deep breath, and they rose with me, commanding attention with every subtle movement. The fabric stretched across my chest, thin enough to tease the outline of my nipples beneath, sending a ripple of satisfaction through me as I admired their sheer size and prominence. Bigger, yes—far bigger than before—and it felt right, as if this was how they were always meant to be.
Every inch of my already killer body felt enhanced, idealized, but not unnatural. In fact, it felt like I was finally becoming who I was always supposed to be—an irresistible embodiment of beauty, power, and allure.
A Goddess in every sense of the word.
Finally, my skin faded into the background of the void allowing me to take my true form as part of the void. Leaving only a faint outline and the vast clusters of stellar nebulae which could be seen through my body at various angles. Their twinkling pastel pink hues matched the soft tones of my lips and nails, completing the celestial look with a playful, almost innocent edge that contrasted with the sheer force of my presence.
“I also really wanted to be your friend.. No, more than that Liz. We could have been sisters—”
“Fine! Then take me back, rewind time and take me back to my date with Winston so that none of this ever happens!”
“I'm what happens Elizabeth. You know this, and I’m pretty damn sure time travel is banned.” I scoffed down at the tiny woman. To think that she would continue to deny my existence for her own self-interest; pitiful.
“That’s what you remember? The time travel ban? This isn’t a game Alice; you need to grow up.” Elizabeth warned. The woman was a cornered animal, so of course she would bare her fangs now; the look in her eyes… Confident, cold, and too focused to care.
“You're the one who needs an attitude adjustment. Elizabeth, you're pathetic.” I smiled down at her with the widest grin, having grown three times taller than the tiny human below me. “I’ll do it myself since you seemed so eager to turn me into you...” The immense euphoria of transcendence burned throughout every fiber of my being. Pulses of stars and galaxies began to spread across the emptiness around us. I could feel all of it… Control all of it. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” Remorse was the only thing I didn’t feel for whatever reason. Not that it really mattered. That would only prevent me from doing what makes me happiest.
“Alice? Alice what are you—Oh shit!” Elizabeth screamed, being levitated up to my level so I could face her directly. “Alice p-put me down!” The girl looked so desperate, cute even. She had my face of course. “Ohh~”
“Something wrong Liz? You seem pretty on edge.” I giggled unapologetically. Elizabeth’s body was already starting to fill out a little more as sexual energy began to seep into her existence, gently reshaping it to mirror my own..
“Millie was right… Y-you’re a monster! But fuck you’re hot ok? Is that what you want me to say? You’re fucking hot… And I want..” She gasped, completely out of breath. “And I’m like really, really jealous.. Ok?”
“Oh yeah? Well, not for very much longer. See?” And just like that her clothes were deleted from my reality. Though instead of freaking out any more, she relaxed a little. Bringing her hands up to grasp her expanding tits, entire handfuls. “Having fun Liz?”
“Oooh.. Liz.. No that’s.. That doesn’t sound right.” She moaned as I walked around the tiny woman in the midst of her own form of transcendence, flicking the cube away for now into the endless expanse. Taking a mental note to build a new one for myself at some point… Just to prove I could.
There really wasn't anything I couldn't do. This was my sole domain; Elizabeth didn't exist anymore.
“Oh, shit.. Is this supposed to happen?” The former brunette gasped as her hair flushed blonde, lengthening out to match my own. Not only that.. She was still growing.
“No, you're shrinking!” Alice exclaimed as we shared the same thoughts. She just said it faster because I was too busy being forced back into my mortal form, even my outfit changed. Though just like the other me, my pink eyes and new hair color remained.
By the time the fuzziness faded we were both standing in front of each other like mirror images, spaced apart by our massive tits. “Oh no..”
“Alice, we divided instead of multiplying…”
“Let's try getting back to the lab at least.”
Something about us felt really weird. It was like remembering that your nose is always in your vision.. We were thinking in conjunction despite being totally separate beings.
“Oh three..”
“One, two”
“Three!”
The two of us pushed our tits into each other as we simultaneously concentrated on re-creating the laboratory so we could escape… Given that either of us only had 50% of our full power and… Did we split intelligence too? Because-
There was a bright flash and suddenly we were standing in a high-rise office in… Maybe New York? “Where.. Wait..”
“Omg! We did it! We made an office!” The two of us squealed in unison. Excitedly giggling over our satisfaction of proving to Elizabeth that we were capable… Only to remember that she didn't exist anymore.. Now we actually felt kind of bad about it.
“Well, if it's any consolation Alice. You're probably better off being me.” She shrugged as we looked around the office for the exit. Scanning the walls carefully only to come up entirely empty. Trapping us in a world of our own creation.
“You’re the one who became me.” I shot back, glancing across the room at my double. She wasn't like mirror Alice, and nothing like Elizabeth. We both understood that neither of us knew who was the original and that it was probably better that way.
“I can't find an exit… Did Elizabeth say how to actually do that part?”
“No, and… Yeah we didn't pay attention during the orientation.”
“Why would we? It was…”
“Yeah, it was really boring.”
“Though, we could try a little harder.”
“Actually, I was thinking we should just make out instead.”
“Me too.”
It wasn't long before Alice and I were pressing our lips and tits together passionately trying to overpower our twin in a bid for dominance. Playing with her like this honestly made me blush, but so did she. Alice turned me on more than anyone other than Mei Lin.. Our admiration of ourselves went on for way too long until we kind of forgot whose thoughts were who's.
It wasn't that important to begin with. Really, I was far more interested in exploring myself than finding a way back to reality. We could totally figure that part out later.
