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**********The following short story is by 
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The office is a hostile place.
Well... no. That's a lie. The office has 'become' a hostile place, would be a better way to phrase it.
Straight out of college, Mari was a promising robotics expert. And she was quite confident in her looks. So much in fact, that she took advantage of her new workplace's lenient uniform rules and shoved her closet full of black tank tops.
It caught good attention. But life programming complex sequences wasn't exactly active.
Mari found herself sitting down in her office chair, eating from the salty, greasy, fare provided by the vending machine and ordering in, so she could get her work done on time.
This, of course, made her skirt tight quite quickly.
For a while, no one seemed to notice, more of it going to her bust and bottom than she expected, filling out her personal uniform quite nicely.
But when her muffin top rose and flopped over her waistband, the office seemed to think she'd gone too far.
Endless laughing, poking, slapping, and insults. She went from entrancing the cute guys in the mail room, to having them snap rubber bands as her increasingly large, wobbling rump and gut.
She was a broken woman, nervous and embarrased, there were times she wanted to sleep over in her office, so she didn't have to see anyone that night or the next morning. That was the 'right' part of her mind.
But... she couldn't bring herself to. The 'wrong' side was far to strong.
The others would make fun of her, she would glow red, but... in her heart, she liked the extra weight. It was soft, squishy, and so sensitive. She even enjoyed the ridicule. Some sick little part of her mind would start feeling hot and excited whenever someone would smack her in the booty and tell her to tuck her stomach in. They were right, she was such a naughty shameless fatty.
Sure, she could start getting a larger less revealing wardrobe, but she wanted to feel her huge, heavy stomach burst through her little thigh hugging skirt. To just one day put enough inches on to burst the seams completely and send the pieces flying.
And she would do anything to make this dream come true.
So she got to work.
Robotics might be her field, but Mari was a gifted individual.
Mechanics, chemistry, she could do it if she put her mind to it.
And the project developed nicely on the wall of her own bedroom.
A large cylinder, filled to the brim with a shining blue formula. This... this was her masterpiece. After one afternoon with this badboy, she'd show all her co-workers just how shameless she could be.
And she began to suckle.
And grow, and grow, and grow...
-
“CLOVIS! GET BACK HERE WITH MY ARM! I NEED THAT FOR ARMING!”
A familiar, monotonous voice shook Mari awake. Stewart, her experimental Home Assistance robot (cooking and kitchen related activities model), was rolling around on his tiny wheels, reaching with his one remaining metal noodle of an arm for his other, which was in the pink hands of Clovis (the hygiene model)
“Oh, NO, honey. I am NOT letting you make anything like that for our little Marshmallow again. You know she's on a diet, Ben Stein!”
Rubbing her eyes, Mari slapped around on the table for her glasses. Finally finding them, she grabbed her tape recorder and rested her hand on her slight muffin top.
She was still just a little chubby. Thank God.
But... would she really have had such a dream if she didn't really wan-
“JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE AN ACTIVE VOICE MODULATOR DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN INSULT ME! I HAVE FEELINGS!”
“March First: I realize I have to make a few personality adjustments on the HA models. Maybe a bit less on the interaction... at least on what the homeowner is fed...”
Her tummy rumbled. What a naughty little thing ~
Well... no. That's a lie. The office has 'become' a hostile place, would be a better way to phrase it.
Straight out of college, Mari was a promising robotics expert. And she was quite confident in her looks. So much in fact, that she took advantage of her new workplace's lenient uniform rules and shoved her closet full of black tank tops.
It caught good attention. But life programming complex sequences wasn't exactly active.
Mari found herself sitting down in her office chair, eating from the salty, greasy, fare provided by the vending machine and ordering in, so she could get her work done on time.
This, of course, made her skirt tight quite quickly.
For a while, no one seemed to notice, more of it going to her bust and bottom than she expected, filling out her personal uniform quite nicely.
But when her muffin top rose and flopped over her waistband, the office seemed to think she'd gone too far.
Endless laughing, poking, slapping, and insults. She went from entrancing the cute guys in the mail room, to having them snap rubber bands as her increasingly large, wobbling rump and gut.
She was a broken woman, nervous and embarrased, there were times she wanted to sleep over in her office, so she didn't have to see anyone that night or the next morning. That was the 'right' part of her mind.
But... she couldn't bring herself to. The 'wrong' side was far to strong.
The others would make fun of her, she would glow red, but... in her heart, she liked the extra weight. It was soft, squishy, and so sensitive. She even enjoyed the ridicule. Some sick little part of her mind would start feeling hot and excited whenever someone would smack her in the booty and tell her to tuck her stomach in. They were right, she was such a naughty shameless fatty.
Sure, she could start getting a larger less revealing wardrobe, but she wanted to feel her huge, heavy stomach burst through her little thigh hugging skirt. To just one day put enough inches on to burst the seams completely and send the pieces flying.
And she would do anything to make this dream come true.
So she got to work.
Robotics might be her field, but Mari was a gifted individual.
Mechanics, chemistry, she could do it if she put her mind to it.
And the project developed nicely on the wall of her own bedroom.
A large cylinder, filled to the brim with a shining blue formula. This... this was her masterpiece. After one afternoon with this badboy, she'd show all her co-workers just how shameless she could be.
And she began to suckle.
And grow, and grow, and grow...
-
“CLOVIS! GET BACK HERE WITH MY ARM! I NEED THAT FOR ARMING!”
A familiar, monotonous voice shook Mari awake. Stewart, her experimental Home Assistance robot (cooking and kitchen related activities model), was rolling around on his tiny wheels, reaching with his one remaining metal noodle of an arm for his other, which was in the pink hands of Clovis (the hygiene model)
“Oh, NO, honey. I am NOT letting you make anything like that for our little Marshmallow again. You know she's on a diet, Ben Stein!”
Rubbing her eyes, Mari slapped around on the table for her glasses. Finally finding them, she grabbed her tape recorder and rested her hand on her slight muffin top.
She was still just a little chubby. Thank God.
But... would she really have had such a dream if she didn't really wan-
“JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE AN ACTIVE VOICE MODULATOR DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN INSULT ME! I HAVE FEELINGS!”
“March First: I realize I have to make a few personality adjustments on the HA models. Maybe a bit less on the interaction... at least on what the homeowner is fed...”
Her tummy rumbled. What a naughty little thing ~
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Also the dumbshit who I did this for had this to say along with the little story:
"Well, I didn't plan for this pic to be canon for her at all. didn't think I would be writing anything for it.
Still, since TrinityFate did it as a gift, I thought I should do something... something like a lite character bio that gives you a small insight into her life and personality (a very small one)
So, sorry for the dream trope!
For anyone who doesn't know, I adopted Mari from
She's such a cutie~"
Still, since TrinityFate did it as a gift, I thought I should do something... something like a lite character bio that gives you a small insight into her life and personality (a very small one)
So, sorry for the dream trope!
For anyone who doesn't know, I adopted Mari from
She's such a cutie~"
And since he basically wrote the artist comments for me here. I'm out now. :U
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Isn’t there a part 2 somewhere?