Major's Bad Day, The

Major Motoko Kusanagi was not having a good day. The weather was dreary, with thunder storms rolling overhead every few minutes, making travel through the slums a dismal experience. As she excited an alleyway into the courtyard in front of the abandoned warehouse, she wiped the rain water from her forehead and placed her hand on her hip, reflecting silently on what she was doing. Why was she, of all people, chosen for this assignment? These were petty drug dealers, a dime a dozen. Did they really need to drag her all the way across town to deal with them?

But a job was a job, and it wasn't like it'd kill her to complete this assignment. Still, she couldn't help but feel something odd was going on. She scanned the courtyard for any sign of guards; finding none. Not that it would matter; her optical camouflage was active, obscuring her female form from all but the most observant of viewers. She adjusted her white jumpsuit slightly as she began connecting to HQ, delivering the bits of data she had gleaned. A portrait of the Chief appeared electronically in her vision.

"Chief," she said over the network to him. "You get the pictures I sent you?"

The Chief nodded his head. "Indeed, it matches the on file records we have of the complex. It was recently purchased in the name of a Shanghai based construction company, Zhao Contractors. The problem is Zhao Contractors declared bankruptcy in 2028."

The Major smirked. "Using a dead company to cover their tracks? Not very smart."

The wrinkles on the Chief's forehead creased. "Don't underestimate them. They're Chinese street thugs, yes, but that doesn't make them any less dangerous. They've apparently made quite a bit off of their drug dealings and are expected to be heavily armed."

"When has that ever stopped me?" She said with a grin, lifting her assault rifle over her head. The Chief shook his head. " I shouldn't have to be telling you of all people to not get cocky. This assignment was assigned to you directly by the Ministry of Home Affairs, so I believe it warrants your consideration."

The smile disappeared from The Major's face. "Ministry of Home Affairs? Why are they involved in a petty drug bust?"

The Chief shrugged. "It's over my head. Besides, if this is as easy as you think, then it shouldn't be a problem, should it?"

The Major reflected for a moment as rain drops began to fall on her invisible, purple hair once again. "...Fine," She said at last in resignation. "You're probably right."

The Chief smiled. "Good. One last thing, please try to bring in the criminals peacefully. We don't need you racking up a body count everywhere you go."

"Understood. Kusanagi out." And with that, her connection to the Chief terminated. She then turned to her Tachikomas, which like her were cloaked in active camouflage. "Tachikomas," She communicated electronically again. "Secure a perimeter around the warehouse. If any criminal attempts to escape, order them to surrender. If they don't comply, terminate them."

" Gotcha, Major!" a Tachikoma said cheerfully, giving her a salute with one of its robotic arms. The Tachikomas quickly and silently spread out, and within a minute had surrounded the facility. No chance of escape, The Major thought. To her, that was the hard part. Actually confronting the thugs, that was merely an afterthought.

Still, there was no excuse for sloppy planning, so she scanned the building for possible entrances. It was an old, crumbling Pre-war warehouse, surrounded by a rusting chain-link fence that separated the courtyard from the loading bays. The loading bay was of course too obvious, as was any ground level entrance for that matter. The second floor was lined with windows; all possible infiltration points, except, like the loading bays, they would all be too noticeable... except for a window that tilted slightly open; open enough, The Major figured, for her athletic body to squeeze through without being noticed. It was a tad obvious, The Major had to admit, but she doubted that the thugs were cunning enough to have set up a trap for her. The were, after all, mere drug dealers.

The rain started picking up again, weakening the effectiveness of her active camo. She decided that she was over thinking the situation, and needed to act quickly before she lost any advantages she had. The window would make an acceptable entry point, and that was all she needed to worry about. She holstered her assault rifle before gracefully vaulting over the chain-link fence, then sprinted quietly towards the building, her perky breasts jiggling as she ran. She got to the building and began to climb up the brick exterior, using the cracks in the facade as hand and foot holds, her skin tight grey jumpsuit hugging the curves of her toned body. With a little bit of effort, she was soon on top of the ledge surrounding the second level windows. She shimmied her sleek, feminine body towards the window that was slightly ajar, and then, ever so slightly, pushed it open. Crouched on the ledge, she took out her assault rifle, and peered down the scope, searching for hostiles inside the complex.

No contacts, she thought, slightly disappointed. The warehouse was filled with metal shelves and boxes she assumed carried the drugs, but there wasn't a single drug trafficker in sight. Where the hell could they all be? she thought again, becoming increasingly annoyed. Then she spotted a big, wrote iron door on the far wall, separating her side of the warehouse from the other. She could see silhouettes of the guards as they moved in front of the opening between the rooms. So that's where you bastards are hiding, she thought with a smirk. It didn't matter where they hid. With her active camo, they'd never see her coming.

Her confidence restored, she re-holstered her rifle and prepared to squeeze her way through the opening on her belly. She was halfway through pulling her body through the window when a searing pain inexplicable filled her head, so strong she couldn't control her body properly, causing her to accidentally fall off the ledge to the concrete floor below. She tried to brace her fall instinctively, but that did little dampen the pain. She hit the ground hard, her body sprawling out upon the floor. She felt like hell, and by the sight of her hand in front of her, she could tell her active camouflage had been disabled. Warnings electronically filled her vision , none of which she could focus on due to how scrambled her brain felt. "Chief? Tachikomas?" she called out over the network weakly. No response.

Shit! she thought, gritting her teeth.I've been hacked! Then a second thought dawned on her as she bit down harder. Damn it, this was a trap!

"How very perceptive, but I'm afraid that wont do you any good now." A voice sounded from inside The Major's own head, startling her. An electronic image of a man appeared to her; a skinny, middle-aged man in a pressed, white suit; with short brown hair and haphazardly cut beard; a pair of cheap sun glasses covering his eyes while he grinned in an unsettling manner, arching his fingers as he did so.

"Who.." she said weakly, aching as she lifted her body up slightly. "Who the hell are you?"

"ME?" the man replied, feigning surprise. " I'm simply a businessman out to make a decent profit. The name's Hitoshi Goto.

"Never heard of you." The Major scoffed. Goto chuckled. " Of course you haven't heard of me! I don't make it a priority to spread my name around. I'm happy enough being profitable in shadows. The crooks who make themselves known, well, you book'em or gun'em down. In fact, I used to think of you as a positive force, cleaning out my rivals for me. And then you had to target my affiliates." Goto shook his head. " I simply can't run a business with you on my tail, Miss Kusanagi. You had to be taken out. So I laid this simple trap for you, and you took the bait expertly. I knew you would never take a measly group of drug traffickers seriously, so you'd go in gung ho like the trooper you are when BAMM!" He slammed his fist for effect. " You enter my network and find your cyberbrain hacked. And now your here, stranded like a beached whale. Don't worry, that analogy will make sense to you soon enough." He nodded slightly, his grin never leaving his face.

The Major's face boiled with rage. "Just what the hell do you want from me?"

"Want from you?" Goto said, again faking confusion. "To die, of course. Now don't worry, I'll give you a sporting chance. I just had to remove some of the advantages you had. I mean, using an invisibility cloak to kill your enemies isn't fair, now is it?" He chuckled slightly.

" You sicko," she said with venom. "If you're going to kill me, why not just get it over with?"

Goto shook his head and clucked reprovingly. "That wouldn't be fun at all. Honestly, Miss Kusanagi, I'm going to enjoy your demise, every, last, moment of it." His smile widened to an almost unnatural before the transmission cut out. Before she could reflect in what she had learned, a sharp pain surged through her ass. She craned her neck to see a thug standing over her backside, a weird pistol in his hand and goofy smile on his face. He was appraising The Major's body like a hungry predator, taking in the curvature of her buttocks and hips. He was so infatuated with The Major's form that he was unable to notice The Major unsheathing her knife until she had plunged it into his thigh. He released a loud yelp, before being taken out by a sweep to the legs, knocking him to the floor.

The Major got to her feet, rubbing her sore bottom slightly, wondering what the hell he had just done to her. She pulled the knife out from the unconscious man, having half the mind to kill the sick bastard there on the spot. But she withheld the impulse. She was a professional, after all, and she couldn't let herself be ruled by urges, regardless of the unusual circumstances.

She suddenly heard heavy footfalls across the room and quickly turned in their direction. Through the metal shelves, she could see more thugs, a dozen or some entering through the massive iron door, several appearing to wear gas masks. It soon dawned on The Major that, despite the many shelves between them, she was plainly visible from where the guards were standing. She ducked behind a packing crate lying next to the shelf, but she knew they had to have already seen her. No longer concerned about being seen, she peaked around her cover to get a better view of the assailants. All of them appeared to have the weird type of pistol the first thug had; some at ready, some holstered. The thugs with gas masks held what looked like tear gas canisters in their hands, which they activated and tossed in The Major's direction, spraying a thick vapor as they went. As she watched the canisters spiral through the air, she wondered what they were trying to accomplish by this. Chemical agents didn't effect her; if this Goto had gone through all the trouble to set this trap for her, he should have at least taken the time to understand basic cyborg physiology.

The canisters rained down around her, spewing their fumes into the aisle. Trying to play it safe, The Major tried to cover her face, but she couldn't entirely keep the smoke out. As she began to inhale the fumes, she was shocked to feel a warm, fuzzy, comforting sensation bubble up inside her, strong enough to completely dull out the previous pain. As the warmth inside her spread, she couldn't help but breath in more of it, taking in lungful after lungful. Her body tingled beneath the surface of her skin, from head to toe, as she breathed in more and more. God, she knew it was stupid, but damn it, it felt good. She leaned against the crate and began to emit a soft moan when she bit her lip. No, damn it! She wasn't going to let Goto control her.

After awhile (The Major couldn't accurately tell how much time had passed), the euphoria had worn off, although the strange fuzziness remained. Feeling that she had that under control, she turned her attention back to guards, which, to The Major's surprise, were still standing in front of the metal door that they had came through. Although a bit woozy, The Major was done playing around. Cut off from the Chief and the rest of Section 9, she'd have to make her own judgment call. She un-holstered her pistol (She was still too woozy to aim properly with a bulky assault rifle) and prepare to aim it at the guards when she began to feel a more intense bubbling in her stomach.

Wha...what the hell? she thought, clutching her stomach. She could feel it rolling and rumbling like a turbulent sea. Then it began to push outwards against her hand.

No, she thought simply. No, this wasn't happening to her. It couldn't possibly happen to her. She outright rejected it. Maybe it was a trick, a sensation manufactured by Goto hacking her system... On second thought, that idea wasn't a particularly appealing one, but it made more sense than this. This was.... impossible.

But seeing, and feeling, and The Major could clearly see and feel her belly bulging out, rising like yeast, filling in the spaces between her fingers before slowly but steadily pressing her hand back. She could feel the weird sensation (Bloating?) spreading downwards towards her bottom and upwards towards her breasts. She could feel her breasts perk up, then expand outwards, as if they were inflating rubber balloons. She stared at her growing cleavage with a mixture of confusion and amazement until she really felt her ass straining against her bodysuit. Her new growth made squatting extremely uncomfortable, forcing her to her feet. She craned her head around to appraise the changes and was shocked. Each buttcheek, normally toned and athletic, was the size of a small bean bag chair, and continuing to grow. The spreading hadn't stopped either; her thighs were beginning to flare outwards as well.

No, she thought once more, but this time she had less conviction. The image of Goto appeared once again in her vision, chuckling to himself. The sight of his smug ratty face enraged her. "You bastard!" she yelled at him. "What the hell have you done to me?!" Goto chuckled once more. "Why, taking care of an unfair advantage, of course." he said, matter of factly. " Your cyborg body is really unfair, you know. No one can match the agility you possess. So I decided to take it away." He snapped for emphasis. "Take away your mobility, you've leveled the playing field. Am I not right?" he questioned with a toothy grin.

"How..." she started, distracted by her swelling chest and belly. " How did you do this to me?"

"Nanites, Miss Kusanagi." Goto said, as if lecturing a child. "Teeny, tiny, self-replicating robots. Unrivalled in their versatility. I should know, my corporation specializes in them after all. They can do almost anything we can make them; repair damage, cure disease... in your case, Miss Kusanagi, they make you grow. That shot my first associate fired was a kin to a booster, speeding the growth along, but it required the gas, the catalyst, if you will, to put things in motion. And I must say," he said as he appeared to look The Major over. " I am very impressed."

The Major glared at Goto with malicious intent, as she vainly tried to cover herself with her arms, which did little to hide her bloating form. Her breasts continued to enlarge, pressing her nipples hard against her bodysuit; creating a feeling of pain mixed, to The Major's embarrassment, with arousal. Inside her suit, she could feel her bra strap snap; she gnashed her teeth hard at this embarrassing turn of events.

"What's the point of all this?" she said, finally managing to pull herself away from staring at her enlarging body. Goto shrugged. "Point? What point? I just want to see you be humiliated like the little bitch you are, pardon my language. And I must say, Miss Kusanagi, this is very enjoyable to watch. Watching you fall from grace like this is just... Beautiful." He ended with a cackle. "But I'll give you a tip; My guards have guns that'll make you big. When I say 'go', they'll try to shoot you. You don't want to be bigger, do you, Miss Kusanagi?"

The Major simply grit her teeth as her hips and thighs began to bellow outward. Goto continued. " Then try not to be shot, okay? Harder now that you're the size of a compact, now isn't it?" He had that ever present smile on his face. The Major wanted to punch it in so badly, but now she could feel that even her arms were beginning to bloat up, however slightly.

"Well, now that you know the rules, the game can begin!" He said gleefully. "Now, here...we...GO!"

And with that, Goto once again disappeared. She was about to settle back into staring at herself when she heard footfalls once again moving towards her. Goto's troops, if you could call them that, were on the move, and damn it, she couldn't be fixated on her body. Do that, and Goto would win. Ignoring the state of her body, she aimed her pistol at the closest thug through the shelves and took a shot at his head. The shot hit home, sending the poor bastard spiraling backwards into a pool of his own blood. Another trooper, undisturbed by his fallen comrade, returned fire, hitting The Major squarely in the chest. She stumbled backwards clumsily; she wasn't used to walking with such bloated legs or so massive a belly. She could feel the rate of expansion in her breasts quickening, growing to obscure part of her field of vision, straining her form fitting bodysuit even further. Standing still made her an easy target. She needed to start moving NOW.

With a bit of effort, she started herself into a sprint, or whatever approximation of a sprint her bloated body could manage. It was clumsy, haphazard gait; her breasts, ass and belly shook widely with every step. Her sense of balance was completely screwed up, causing her torso to heave in every direction. She didn't even know where she was running, only that it was away from the thugs. They were close on her heels, and she knew they would soon be able to fire on her again. She blindly fire her pistol backwards at her assailants, but that only managed to mess with her equilibrium even more. She managed to turn a corner, but not before taking a shot to the ass.

Damn it, she cursed to herself as her bottom continued it's expansion. I can't go on like this much longer! And indeed she couldn't, after a few more steps, her legs had grown too thick to continue onwards. She twisted her body, which was beginning to expand sideways and backwards instead of just forwards, around to face the thugs. If she was going to go down, well, she planned on taking some of these mooks with her. She fired at one of the gas mask troopers; the mask apparently wasn't armored as it past through it with ease, sending out a spurt of blood as he fell to the ground. The other troopers responded by firing another barrage at her. Several hit her legs, bloating them to size of tree trunks, effectively immobilizing her. She could waddle a bit, sure, but other than that, her fat ass was going nowhere. She couldn't even aim properly any more; her bloated arms kept her from lining up a shot. So she was left firing widely at the approaching troops, hoping against reason to stop them all, as they slowly moved in on her, scoring more hits and forcing her to expand more and more. Each shot felt like a punch to The Major's gut; the sensation of inflation was overwhelming. Her panties, which had held up admirably to her titanic buttocks, tore apart inside her suit, but The Major was well past the point of giving a damn. Her expansion was now omni-directional, she could feel her entire circumference growing outward, even her back, which resulted in her belt snaping in two and flying away from her body. Against her will, her arms were forced into a spread-eagle position, forcing her to let go of her pistol. Despite the creaks and groans, her bodysuit had held up well. Heh, she thought in a moment of detachment. The guys who made this suit really knew their stuff.

The lead trooper approached her; a mullet-sporting muscleman in a black uniform with cheap sun glasses. He took out a radio from his pocket while placing his other hand on one of The Major's swollen breasts. She tried to bat his hand away, but she soon realized she could onlt wiggle her arms back and forth. Only then did it truly dawn on her that she was completely at their mercy.

"Mr. Goto," he said, continuing to feel up The Major's breast, causing her to blush. "The target is secure and immobile. Please advise."

"This is Goto," the radio responded. "Is the target spherical?"

"Hmm..." The thug responded, a grin on his face. He took his fingers and traced a circle around The Major's circumference. The Major bit her lip in anger. He knew damn well she wasn't spherical yet. He was just playing with her! Still, she couldn't deny that the sensation he gave her taut, sensitive skin felt good, but...

"Negative," The thug reported, talking back into the radio. "Target has not become spherical yet."

"Then get to it!" Goto demanded impatiently. " I can't be kept waiting all day. Your unit's a class-A fuckup, you know? How'd you loose two of your men to that bloated bitch?"

The thug groaned silently, his free hand returning to grope The Major. " I dunno, sir. We've got her now, though, and that's what matters."

Goto growled, "Well, like I said, get to it." And with that, he hung up. With Goto out of the way, The thug began to run his hand up and down the curvature of her side. "Hey, honey," he said softly in a mocking tone, his other hand brushing her purple hair. "Feeling bloated today?" The Major spat in his face. Now wearing a scowl, the thug backed away from The Major. "Okay, then. Let's just get this over with." He and the other guards surrounded The Major and pulled out their pistols. The troop leader (that's what that one thug appeared to be) blew the Major a kiss, before ordering the unit to fire round after round into different parts of her body. The Major gasped as the final wave of expansion hit her. The distinctions between body parts began to disappear; her back, ass, legs, arms and belly all merging together to form a sphere. The Major moaned as all her extremities save her breasts, hands and feet were pulled into a massive ball, which continued to grow taller and wider. The troop leader stood below her, scratching his head as he marveled at his handy work.

"Well... wow," was all the leader could say. He placed his hand on what used to be The Major's thigh; all she could do in return was squirm. Even her neck was pulled into the flesh of the sphere, forcing her chin to press against her body and breasts. She could barely see the troops below her, she had grown far too tall. Her outward expansion continued unabated as well, forcing the troops to take several steps back. Despite all this, her bodysuit, made out of some miracle material apparently, still showed no signs of tearing, though it squeaked and groaned like hell. The Major was doing some squeaking and moaning herself. Overwhelming... Didn't even describe the intensity of sensation she felt. If this went on for much longer-

And suddenly, with final spurt, it stopped. The Major stood there (What else could she to do?), trying to take in the dramatic changes that had occurred to her, as thugs around her slowly circled her, doing the same. Gone was athletic agent of Section 9. Gone was the swift, nimble assassin which had brought crime lords and terrorists to justice. Gone were her soft, alluring curves that gave her an... unorthodox advantage over others. What was here was a giant, gray ball, with hands, head, feet and breasts being the only obstructions on the otherwise perfect curvature of her body. She was now twice as tall as any of the guards, and just as wide. Her bodysuit, stretched well beyond its intended usage, still clung to her body, but that gave The Major little comfort; the bodysuit left little to the imagination.

The guards paced around her in childlike wonderment, playing with her body, much to The Major's chagrin. One of the thugs behind The Major began fondling what used to be one of her ass cheeks. The Major gave an annoyed grunt, but didn't say anything in objection. What difference would it make? It wouldn't stop these perverts from messing with her, and there was nothing left she could use to defend herself with. She was, however much she hated to admit it, helpless.

After a minute of letting his troops have their way with The Major, The troop leader called the rest of the guards to order. "Okay, men. Time to get moving. You can have some more fun once we deliver the target to the Boss. Prepare to mobilize target."

Mobilize Target..? The Major began to think when a dozen or so hands began pushing on her side, knocking her over. "Woah..." she said involuntarily as she fell to her side, her purple hair falling in mess all over her face. She now felt hands pressing against her ass, pivoting her body until she face the Iron door, which now was open. What are they doing to me know? she thought, and again she was answered by the hands of the guards, which once again began to push her, except now her head was...turning? Rolling? They were rolling her like a gigantic beach ball? Yes, indeed they were. The ground and roof spun around and around in a dizzying cycle; her hair once again was thrown widely about her head. She was much too disoriented and confused by the sensation of being rolled to be humiliated by it, although she knew on some level that she should be. Given what she had gone through today, what was another humiliation?

By the time she had past the Iron doors, The Major felt nauseous, which on top of the fullness she felt inside her, made her feel absolutely dreadful. Again with the hands pressing her ass, pivoting her in the opposite direction. The Major managed a scowl; the sick bastards were probably enjoying every second of it. Several more thugs appeared in front of her, with the same sick, toothy grin that appeared to be common among Goto's men. They lifted her to her feet by grabbing her enormous breasts (More like groping them, she could feel one of them cupping her nipple) and pulling them upwards, until finally she stood on her feet again. The Iron door shut behind her suddenly closed shut, causing the room to go dark. Now what? The Major thought to herself.

Flood lights flashed on above The Major, temporarily blinding her. She began hearing clapping above her, so she tilted her head as far back as it could go (which, without a neck, wasn't much). Through bleary eyes, she could barely make out... a man in a white suit, clapping his hands slowly, casting his rotten,miserable, toothy grin on her; mocking her. The sight of him in person filled her with uncontrollable rage.

"GOTO!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Goto ended his clapping with his usual chuckle. "The very same." He said with a bow.

"GOTO, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD!" She continued to yell, waddling back and forth as she did. "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!"

"I know." Goto said, walking into a cherry picker basket positioned next to the catwalk he was on. "Isn't it lovely?" He lowered the cherry picker down onto what used to be her shoulder, which was now just a curve between her head and her vestigial hands. He leaned over the edge of the basket and began running his hands through her soft, purple hair. The Major was not amused.

"They'll catch you, you know!" she shouted, having lost hope in her ability to save herself. "Section 9; they'll find you! You can't get away with this!"

"Oh, you'd think that, wouldn't you?" he said, patting her on the head patronizingly. "Thing is, I wasn't here. Chinese nationals were. That's what the report said, right? And why question the report? So.." He grabbed her face with both hands, turning it to look directly into his. "When they find this room, splattered from floor to ceiling with your blood and guts and cogs or whatever you goddamn cyborgs are made of, they'll have no choice but to blame those nasty foreigners for it. And as for me," he said with a shrug. "I've been in Osaka all week; on a business trip. And before you ask, I've reprogrammed your Tachikomas. They'll believe anything I tell them to."

So that's it, then, she reflected to herself. No justice. Even is he died, she could've at least had the satisfaction of knowing her murder was brought to justice. Without that-

Goto's hands went from her face down into her bodysuit, where they pressed up against her gigantic breasts. "Wait, What the hell?!" The Major shouted, even now surprised by Goto's violation of her body. He fished around her breast for a moment before pulling out The Major's ruined purple brassiere. "Just taking a memento to remember you by, Miss Kusanagi." He said with a wink. The Major looked back at him with utter disgust.

Having obtained his 'memento', Goto returned the cherry picker back up to the catwalk, which he returned to. "So," he said, walking back to spot he started from. "I can tell you are growing tired of this farce." Even now, The Major could feel Goto's goons touching, feeling, grabbing, overall defiling her body. She was utterly helpless, and she hated it. "Very." She responded in deadpan.

"Well," Goto said, picking up a sniper rifle up from the catwalk. " I believe something can be arranged." He waved his arm at his guards, ordering them to back away from the spherical woman. He then turned back to The Major, grinning as always. "This," he said, chambering a round into the gun, "Is a .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle. It can blow a soldier's goddamn head off at over a thousand yards. So I believe you can imagine what it can do to you at this range." She could. It wasn't pretty. Goto lifted the sniper rifle up, aiming down it's sight. "Again, I'd like to apologize for it having come to this. You really were a honorable opponent, Miss Kusanagi, and I would've loved to carry this on longer, but you just have to die. There's just no way around it. And if anyone was going to kill you, it had to be me. I hope you understand. No hard feelings, Miss Kusanagi?" He cackled one final time.

So this is it, she thought.This is the end. She always knew she could die, she had no illusions of immortality. And her line of work, it was bound to happen eventually, no matter how skilled you were. Still, she never thought it'd end... like this. She thought she'd go stoically, go honorably. But this was just-

*BANG*