Cotton Pink, Defeated?
So far, so good. I've gotten in without triggering any alarms, the display glass around the target is cheap, and I'm awesome robot with a wide array of tools built right in. I took a moment to admire my smooth, vaguely feminine metal form before beginning to cut a perfect little window for me to reach through and grab my quarry.
The rustle of a frilly skirt alerts me of another presence. I turn my head from my work to see the newcomer, studying her petite form with a glance. Her adornments gave her away; the aforementioned frilly skirt at the end of a short, stylish dress, thigh high boots and long gloves...all pink. Her makeup is perfect and her snow white pixie cut is crowned by a beret that matches the rest of her attire.
Greeeeaaaat, a magical girl. The evening was going so smoothly, too. A bright orange lady-bot attempting to steal priceless cultural artifacts attract a certain type, I suppose.
"Stop right there!" She shouts at me, pointing her little wand aggressively. There is a tuft of soft white material at the end. "I, Cotton Pink, won't allow you to make off with the precious sea sapphire, you tacky mechanical lawbreaker!"
"Tacky? Honestly, rocks and glass houses, Pinky." I turn back to my work, discreetly deploying a few scuttle-drones while we exchange words. The small, spidery things quietly skitter around me and towards her. They are easy to miss, only about the size of a silver dollar.
"I'll ignore that." The girl shakes her head, her tone going from sanctimonious to condescending. "One last warning, or I'll be forced to use my magic on you!"
"Uh-huh." I gently nudge the circle I've finished cutting by now, and it falls softly on the cushion housing the Sea sapphire.
"Ooooh!" She puffs out her cheeks, turning red with anger. "That's it, you snarky Orange Julias! I'll show you not too- Eeek!"
Little Cotton finally notices the drones, vaporizing one with a surprisingly effective sparkly blast from her goofy wand. The other manages to dodge, and much to her apparent chagrin, begins to climb up her leg.
"OhmygodOhmygod!" She swats at it desperately, missing several times. I chuckle, grabbing the sapphire and turning to enjoy the show. I settle my eyes on her as the little creature crawls underneath her skirt. She turns bright red before letting out a yelp.
“O-oh my god...that thing, it...it…” Her blush deepened.
“Crawled right up your ass!” I laugh, approaching the trembling would-be heroine in the jauntiest saunter I can manage. “Now that you actually have a ‘bug’ up your butt, you have an excuse for being so annoying.” She glares at me, pointing her wand at me again. My mechanical face adjusts into the best grin it can muster.
“N-now you listen right here! Tell that thing to extract itself from my hiney or-” A loud click from below cuts her off. “What’s happening now!? It’s...like shifting around or...”
“It’s converting to Air Compression mode.” I answer casually, listening to the tiny engine rev a bit before starting to make a truly awful sucking noise. Cotton Pink’s breath grew shallow as a bead of sweat rolled down her temple. Her wand dropped as she placed both hands on her stomach, her face contorting a bit with nausea.
“Oh...Oooh!” She yelped as the lower portion of her belly jutting out with a strained gurgle, ruining the perfect fit of her tight little dress. The rest of her stomach followed suit, giving her a big, round paunch in a matter of moments. She looked to me, eyes watering. “M-make it stop!” I give her a shrug. The main part of her outfit finally gave up the ghost, tearing straight in half as a burst of air caused her whole torso to puff all out at once. Once small breasts were suddenly popping out of a now ill-fitting lacy white bra and a taut, air filled muffin top spilled over the waistband of some surprisingly racy panties.
She was blubbering quite a bit now, nonsensically lamenting her current state. It was only getting worse. Her attempts to move were foiled by the rapid accumulation of girth on her limbs, thigh gap disappearing as the seams of her long boots began to tear along bulging calves. The poor thing tried to scoop up her wand, only to watch delicate fingers and the hand they were attached to become puffy, round and useless.
“No..no!” She straightened as her swollen form forced her into an awkward, upright position. Her undergarments snapped, her naked ass having grown into a barely recognizable shiny, bulbous set of cheeks. Her monstrously wide hips and expansive backside was all that kept her from tipping over. I quietly saluted the sacrifice of my spider-drone, who was still sucking air into this annoying twit like a trooper. I circle her, actually kind of surprised at the extensive circumference of her waist. I make it around to her face,.amused at the fact that the only clothing she has left is her stupid little hat.
“My goodness, my little drone has done a number on you, hasn't he?” I extend my metallic finger to flick her stomach, which is still swelling outward - though at a much slower pace than before. Her body is having a hard time accommodating the gas gathering within her and her pale skin has begun to redden. She whimpers at me as her face begins to swell up a bit too.
“Please! Not like this! I...I can’t…!” I look her in the eyes, pressing my finger against her lips to quiet her. It’s just a nasty gesture at this point, as her cheeks have grown round enough that speaking is becoming increasingly difficult for her. She lets out a desperate squeal, instead. Her whole body is inflated to an enormous size now, with impossibly thick limbs jutting out of a blimped parody of the fattest torso you can imagine. To think, she was so small when she came in here!
“Sorry babe. You weren't the first, you probably won’t be the last.” I scoop up her dropped wand, and make a brisk getaway before an extremely loud pop does some serious property damage and set off the alarm for one sad excuse of a security system.