Hattie Magix

What's snug?

"My coat. It's not conforming to my model like usual." His hand smoothed over the swell of his belly, he couldn't help but wince slightly at the sensitivity. "Feels like something's pressing out against my internal colliders."

"Weird... I'd shrug my shoulders if I had any!"

"Hmm..."

He was painfully aware that his system had seemingly decided to go through some very strange, rapid changes as of late in response to... something.

It made him a bit apprehensive to find that not only had his system's protection protocol somehow neglected to mend the issue, but said issue only seemed to evolve more and more as time went on.

Though try as he might, this couldn't be left ignored any longer.

Wordlessly he stared at his reflection.

Given that he could swap outfits at will with the snap of a finger, it'd been a good while since he'd actually stripped down to his base model. And it'd been even longer since he'd seen the pulsing light in his chest that was his core.

The first thing that stuck out to him, that was usually a bit more masked by his clothing, was the now prominent curve that spanned the distance between the ribs and pelvic region of his torso.

... but as he looked closer...

Tentatively he turned in the mirror, trying to get a better look at this… new development.