"...cinating, and the apparel resized accordingly too! And yet the readings only indicate a light, static charge in any of these items - including the jewelry that still keeps sending data as if it still was a sensor band..."
You're in luck, all you missed was some technobabble from Roy, now nobody will know you weren't listening!
"...ments, Miss Fox?"
Well, so much for that. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention - what were you saying?"
Dave snorts, clearly amused, but Roy takes it in stride. "Yes, going through a change can be quite distracting - especially with the physical sensations you reported earlier - I was asking if I could re-take your measurements so we could compare them to the data from your first examination.
You nod, and brace yourself for another medical examination.
It goes mostly the same as the first time your new form was inspected, except you now have to kneel down for Roy to comfortably reach your head, and after some number-crunching, you have the results: Aside from your slightly increased muscle tone, and the fact that your oversized breasts and rear didn't change size at all, effectively shrinking in comparison to the rest of you, you've grown by roughly one foot and three inches, leaving you at 6'10", not including your ears - with them included, you probably would've been dead on with your initial guess of seven feet flat.
Either way, while you're rather large for a person, you barely aren't too big for regular-sized places, although you sometimes might have to duck while going through doors - too bad you're not living in a fancy old-timey building with extra-high ceilings though, that would've left you with a lot of spare headroom.
These, and similar thoughts are what goes through your mind as Roy drifts off into consulting the various sensor readings, but soon enough, he looks back at you. "Say, did you feel anything different once you started growing - or as a matter of fact, do you currently feel any different from before the tests? You did absorb an impressive amount of energy after all - for comparison, the guns we use in the arena would've activated their protection against excessive changes at 46 percent of the total amount you've been hit with, and none of them would've produced the effect we witnessed - for all the different options we have them programmed with, non-incidental size changes are one feature we've never quite managed to get to a satisfactory state, as they tend to either be underwhelming or require an inordinate amount of energy, so any detail would be a big help."
You think for a while, but aside from the increasingly warm feeling of the rays hitting you, and eventually spreading across your entire body, you didn't really notice anything out of the ordinary during your change.
You also don't feel too different now - somewhat more energetic, but that isn't exactly a surprise, if anything it further confirms that you either store the energy from the beams that hit you, or convert them in a way that interacts with your alertness - basically what anyone else would call their "energy levels".
Roy encourages you to take your time and think about things, but you can't come up with much else - you feel a bit more self-confident, but that's a given too, getting assaulted the way you did yesterday definitely affected you, and it's rather obvious that that won't happen to you again in your current state-
"Actually, I think I just realized something."
You hesitate, and interestingly, it's Dave who prompts you to continue: "Come on girl, don't keep us waiting - what is it?"
"Well," you attempt to make yourself smaller, which obviously does nothing to make you stand out less. "It's just - I think every single time, after I got stuck, of course, every time I changed someone, the changes were related to what I was thinking, or expecting at the time.
Each time I used a gun during the matches, I took the time to select what to turn my target into beforehand, and the two unplanned transformations I inflicted were something fitting too - Roy turned into a 'lab mouse', coat and everything, and I even called that scumbag a pig right before he got turned into one. That only leaves Roy's change today, and to be honest, I wasn't expecting anything there, but I vaguely thought of both of his forms, so I guess he just turned into the one he wasn't at the moment, I guess? Actually, did you pre-program anything into the gun - or would that even be relevant without a battery?"
Roy looks thoughtful. "While that would be an interesting avenue of extra research, I simply shut it down before removing the battery, which should wipe its memory - come to think of it, I don't recall right now whether that happens on shutdown or on booting, but I didn't make any note of what it was set to previously, so it wouldn't matter anyway. We'd need a model that actually saves the selected form as part of its settings and - actually, let me just make a few notes."
He grabs his notebook and starts scribbling away again, but all he says this time is "Feel free to continue if you have anything else to add, this shouldn't require too much of my concentration, those are only minor alterations after all."
You give it some more thought, and actually find something else to add. "Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I kind of influenced the changes to myself too - the first time was after I came back from my unexpected dancing performance, and Dave even remarked that I moved a bit more gracefully, and this time I was still feeling insecure from that encounter I had yesterday evening, which probably explains the bit of extra muscles I got - no clue why I grew both times though... I mean, yeah, tall dancers with long legs can look pretty, but I don't think my proportions really changed, and being big helps a lot with looking less vulnerable, but following that logic, I could've ended up a lot more jacked as well - only difference is that my assets don't look quite as big now, but why not shrink those then?"
You gasp as an unpleasant thought crosses your mind. "Oh no, please don't tell me I can only grow bigger now, I'm already large as is."
You quickly grow nervous, but Dave puts his hand on your arm. "Hey, relax - this is exactly why we're doing all of this, to figure out what your deal is, and how to get you to a point where you're happy with your situation, whether that's turning you back into who you were before, or you winding up as a massive fox goddess in perfectly tailored clothes - although we'd probably need to get you a bigger clothing blaster if that ends up happening. Heck, maybe you just learn to control your spontaneous discharges and you can just zap yourself into whatever you want, that'd be something, right?"
You calm down a bit and thank him, but you still need a bit to deal with that idea, so it's a good thing Roy is very busy writing down everything you said - and probably coming up with several ways to prove or refute all of your suspicions too.