Chapter Text
It was a warm summer's day when Steven's phone alarm woke him up. Bleary eyed, he picked up the device, turned off the melodic sound and flicked over to his schedule. It wasn’t often that Mr. Universe was woken by his alarm, it was set pretty late in the morning and existed more as a precaution to keep him from completely sleeping through the day by accident.
Steven wasn’t exactly employed, but his apartment was located in Little Homeworld and was thus essentially free; other expenses were pretty much covered by his share of his father’s money, invested wisely enough to essentially return a reasonable monthly pay check in dividends. Still, the half-gem man tried to keep himself busy. Steven had signed up for a number of online college courses to try and make up for the lack of formal education in his childhood and liked to volunteer every now and then. In fact, he found that he still liked to be useful.
In his teens, the pressure to live up to his mother’s legacy and finish her war, followed by a desperate scramble to find his place in peacetimes, had almost broken him. Eventually, with help from his family, friends, and therapist, he had come out the other side, deciding that he needed to take some time for himself, spending almost three years on the road. In the end, he found that he still liked helping people, but only on his own terms. Steven had thus become somewhat of an unofficial everyman for Beach City and Little Homeworld, generally around to do someone a favour, pitch in now and then at the school (though not nearly as often as he used to), and also help humans comprehend their misunderstandings with gems, as well as the other way around.
On that summer’s day, Steven’s digital planner had nothing written down except “Hang with Connie 😉” in the late afternoon. Still, Steven got out of bed and headed to the shower.
Once clean, Steven stepped out, stopping to check himself out in the mirror, swiping away some of the condensation upon it. During his teenage breakdown, Steven’s body had temporarily transformed into a larger “adult” form, very much a warrior quartz rendered in a human male body. He was glad that he hadn’t become exactly like that. He was tall and quite strong-looking, but he was also a bit more proportionate, looking less like a prize fighter and more like a guy that works out a bit. He also still retained some of the softness in his face. Smiling, he went to put on his clothes—a pair of jeans, a black, star-emblazoned shirt, and his pink sandals. He still had his pink jacket, but it was getting a little small on him. Grabbing his phone and keys, he went to his front door and went to greet the day. “Hello, Beach City.”
“H-Hello, Steven.”
Steven turned in surprise, not expecting to be answered. “O-Oh, hey Peridot. What were you doing outside my door?” He did his best to look her in the eyes.
In some ways, Peridot was still much the same gem she had been ever since reforming from their battle against the diamonds—still short, still green, still wearing her star-emblazoned bodysuit. The bodysuit, however, no longer reached all the way up to her neck, showing the barest hint of cleavage from the twin masses distorting the star on her chest.
Peridot’s breasts were huge, like a pair of soccer balls stuffed into her top. It wasn’t only her chest, but her whole body that was curvaceous. While keeping her otherwise petite build, the green gem had perceptibly thick thighs, hips, and an ass that seemed like it outweighed her breasts, all wrapped up in a skintight suit.
Steven wasn’t surprised by Peridot’s appearance; she had been like this for a while, as had all the other gems. Steven glanced away only to see the street filled with all manner of gems, big and small, buff and skinny, all colours of the rainbow, all united by their busty, stunning figures. Steven wasn’t sure when it happened; the change had been gradual, a softening chest here, a few millimetres of growth there. Steven had only really noticed the changes a year or so ago, and since then he had been unable to take his eyes off of them. Steven would have said something or been worried, but nobody else showed any concern. He had seen off enough catcalling tourists to know that the changes were very much real, but he figured that the gems must simply be trying to integrate into human culture, making themselves prettier by human standards.
If his theory was correct, the gems were certainly overdoing it. Even looking at Peridot’s face was hard. Not only was the temptation to peer further down omnipresent, but her lips were also subtly thicker, calling for attention, to be touched, kissed, filled with-
Steven stopped himself. Despite this new trend, he knew that Peridot was innocent of such things, likely just following the crowd in their fashions. He doubted she even knew what sex was. Besides, he already had a girlfriend, his beautiful Connie, waiting to see him that afternoon.
Peridot looked away from Steven, peering past him into his apartment. “N-Nothing…”
“Okay.” He nodded. “You need help with anything?”
“Uh… maybe?” Peridot replied, a certain nervousness in her voice. “I’ve been given some work.”
“Really?” Steven quirked his eyebrow. Peridot was technically employed as a horticulturalist for Little Homeschool, but she had never referred to it as work before; it was more a hobby that happened to support the establishment. “What kind of work?”
“It’s to do with kindergartens.”
A pit dropped in Steven’s stomach. “Kindergartens?” Before Peridot had escaped the tyranny of old Homeworld, she had been a specialist technician of kindergartens, the specialist sites made to produce legions of gems at the cost of rendering whatever planet they were built on uninhabitable. It wasn’t that Steven suspected Peridot of going back to her old ways, but hearing her talk about her old role was unnerving.
Sensing his concern, Peridot raised her hand. “Not like that, you clod.”
He smirked at the familiar insult. “Alright. So how can I help?”
“Well, I was wondering if I could take some samples.”
“From me? I guess so.” Steven shrugged. “What kind of samples?”
“Well…” Peridot pursed her lips. For a split second, Steven swore she glanced down. “Did Connie stay with you last night?”
“No, I’m seeing her this afternoon. Why do you ask?”
Peridot backed away. “Oh, never mind. We can talk about it later. Bye Steven!”
“Peridot?” As the gem sprinted off to the nearest warp pad, Steven reached after her. “Peridot, wait!”
However, she had escaped; Steven could only watch the sashay of her prominent rear as she got onto the platform and disappeared in a column of light.
With the image of her body still burning into his mind, Steven scratched his head. “What the heck was that about?” After a few moments, he shrugged. Steven was used to gems being weird and evasive, especially in recent months. It seemed that every gem had something on their mind, something that would escape them when they tried to put it into words. He chalked it up to coincidence, or maybe the summer heat; after all, his mind was wandering as well.
He glanced around, trying to ignore his neighbour’s bodies to try and see if anyone was trying to get his attention for something. As he looked, he saw Little Homeworld ticking over just fine without him. Local gems went about their business. A few visitors from Homeworld, apparently also in on the busty, humanlike fashion, stopped to glance at him, briefly taking in the saviour of gemkind before continuing their tour. In his youth, the lack of need for him may have driven him crazy, but he had learnt to appreciate his downtime. Still, he didn’t want to hang out by himself.
Heading for the same warp pad Peridot had taken, Steven stepped aboard. With a low chime, the device carried him away.
As the light vanished, Steven landed on a familiar warp pad. He knew the wood panelling before him and the masterfully worked stone behind. When Steven had returned from his long journey, he had chosen to occupy an apartment in Little Homeworld rather than the old beach house, partly so that his father, Greg, could continue to stay in his old bedroom rather than the van, but also to keep his independence. There were certain things a young adult wanted to do without his father and three guardians breathing down his neck. Still, this place felt like home.
“Hell-oh! Woah!” As he opened his mouth to announce his presence, the door behind him opened, and something from within leapt on his back.
Two purple arms wrapped around his shoulders, followed by some soft masses on his back. “Hey Ste-man!”
“Amethyst!” Seeing as they had been on Earth for far longer than any other gem without seeing the need to do so, Steven was surprised that the gems that had raised her had gone along with the trend of adopting feminine human assets. Of the three, Amethyst was perhaps the least surprising. With her penchant for shapeshifting and having never had other gems to influence her before, Amethyst having gone with the new crowd made some sense. Still, that didn’t make things any less weird.
Having grown up alongside the quartz, Amethyst was like a sister to Steven. Even as he wrestled her off of him, Steven laughed playfully with her. As he managed to throw her to the floor in front of him, however, the laugh caught in his throat.
Amethyst bounced twice on her fat ass. Like Peridot, Amethyst had always been a shorter gem, but she was more heavy set than her. In her new look that translated into a more voluptuous, curvy figure. Thanks to the disproportionately large nature of Peridot’s booty, Amethyst’s was only slightly larger despite her voluptuous curves. Her breasts, meanwhile, were over twice as big as Peridot’s to the point where they appeared to be over a quarter of the quartz’s body, though they lacked the near perfectly spherical nature of the green gem’s, more so simply expanding to fill the available space, straining a previously loose black top. Despite everything, Steven couldn’t help but think about how hot she was.
Seeing him stop laughing, Amethyst let her laugh fade away too, her plump, outrageously kissable lips settling into a smile as she blinked up innocently. “So, how’ve you been, dude?”
“Uh… Alright?” He murmured. He cleared his throat to get his voice back. “Yeah! I’m good. Is my dad around? The other gems?”
“Greg’s over at the carwash.” Amethyst shrugged, rocking her plump body forward to get up. “As for the others, I think they’re around, but hey… You wanna go play some of your old games before Pearl-”
The front door opened. “Steven?”
“H-Hey Pearl.” Even more so than other gems, Pearl’s decision to change had perplexed Steven. Over five thousand years of living in peace on earth, neither Pearl nor Garnet had felt the urge to more closely resemble the native humans. Pearl especially had seemed averse to human interaction for the longest time.
Yet the slender ivory figure that stepped through the door was equipped with yet another formidable pair of tits. About the same size as Peridot’s, they looked smaller on her taller frame. However, they still strained deliciously against her blue tube top. Lower down, her skinny jeans hugged her hips, not necessarily enormous but prominent on her otherwise stick-thin body. Despite her added assets, Pearl still stepped towards the young man with the catlike grace and poise of a skilled fencer. “You should have told me you were coming. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Pearl.”
“Have you been eating?”
“Yes Pearl.”
“Sleeping properly?”
“Eight hours a night.”
“Getting fresh air?”
“Plenty.”
“Do you…” Her voice faded away. Again, a gem lost their words talking to Steven. She cleared her throat, eyelashes fluttering. “So… To what do we owe your visit, Steven?”
“Oh, I just wanted to hang out.” Steven said, consciously keeping himself from staring down Pearl’s cleavage. “Although Peridot said something about having some new work this morning, do either of you know about it?”
“Nope.” Amethyst shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Me neither.” Pearl agreed. “I didn’t see anything on the school's schedule.”
“I don’t think it’s with Little Homeschool. It…” He glanced down at Amethyst. Kindergartens were a sore spot for her, thanks to how she was born of one that was actively destroying the Earth. It was probably better not to inform her that Peridot was snooping around in them. “It didn’t sound much like horticulture.”
“Peridot isn’t doing anything dangerous.” A voice assured from behind him.
“Oh, good.” Steven steeled himself before turning around. “Hey Garnet.”
If Pearl’s form was surprising, Garnet’s was simply absurd. Garnet had always had thick thighs and wide hips. Now her round ass was so big that it almost caught on either side of the temple door as she stepped through. Her breasts were similarly ginormous, a pair of perfect spheres that Steven doubted the fusion could even wrap her arms around without shapeshifting. To match her bodily features, her lips were so thick that Steven almost wondered how she could speak clearly, each lip being over twice the thickness of his thumb. If Steven had not been acclimatised to the Garnet’s gradual development, he would likely be incapable of doing anything but stare at the fusion, totally agog. “Hello Steven.”
He found it helpful to stare at his reflection in her visor. “So, what is it that Peridot's doing?”
Garnet adjusted her visor, checking her future vision. “Peridot will explain everything tomorrow. I think it’s best you hear it from her.”
“Alright?” Steven had learnt long ago that when Garnet was being intentionally vague like this, it was rarely worth pressing her. “Thanks Garnet.”
“You’re welcome.” She replied, smiling through the man’s sarcasm.
“Hey, Steve-o!” Amathyst smiled, racing around to stand beside Garnet, her head pressing into the underside of the fusion’s breast. “You still up for video games?”
“Oh, Amethyst!” Pearl chided, striding around to rest her grabbable hips on the smaller gem’s shoulder. “You don’t think Steven came here to do something with all of us?”
“Like what?” The quartz questioned.
“I wonder…” Garnet mused.
Part of Steven wanted to scream, to demand to know why the three gems that raised him, along with every other gem he knew, had spent the past three years getting sexier and sexier. Part of him wanted to order they stop and return to their prior forms. Another part of him wanted to do something else, but he was ignoring that.
However, he knew that it was not his place to police what others did to their bodies, especially if he didn’t understand why. In any case, he could well be overreacting. After all, nobody else had said anything. He grinned to hide his sigh. “Video games sound great, Amethyst.” He was telling the truth. No matter how they looked, these gems were still his family, and he could always find pleasure in spending time with them.