[Sudden Pregnancy, MILFification]

The Autoscorers. Four dolls given sentience thanks to bits of their creator's personality, as well as the Alchemy and Memories that served as their power source. For the sake of their Master's grand plan, they were sacrificed to absorb the cursed melody of Dainsleif. And that should've been the end of their lives. Used for their grand purpose, then discarded like the tools that they were.

Which was why there were mixed feelings floating around as they each stood inside one of the discarded rooms of the Chateau de Tiffauges, their Master's former base of operations. None of them had as much of a scratch on their bodies, despite the ways they had been torn asunder to try and record those cursed melodies.

"What's the big idea, bringing us back to life?" The blue-hued Autoscorer, Garie, scoffed as she crossed her arms and idly spun in place. She was not happy to return to life. Especially not a life where she couldn't detect her Master. She needed somebody to tease, and those heroes weren't really her type. "They should've just grabbed the scrap bodies instead."

Her yellow-hued compatriot, Leiur, nodded as she drew a hand past her face as one of her eyes started to glow ever slightly. "I agree. This kind of return has no flashiness to it. There's nobody around to witness us, and there's no real triumph brought on by our return..." Thanks to her obsession with leaving a flashy impression, she didn't exactly take kindly to this either. Even though she appreciated the chance to make things flashy once more.

"Now now." The green-hued Autoscorer, Phara, tried to sound reasonable. "If we're alive, then our Master must be as well. There's no way that we'd be standing without her Alchemy, don't you think?" She tried to point out the obvious, but she wasn't exactly the best one to advocate for reason. She was still letting her feet tap to an imaginary tango beat, her body feeling restless almost immediately after she had come back to life. If anything, she was the one who craved their Master most out of the four.

"Master's alive? That's great news! Isn't that great, Garie?!" The last of the living dolls, Micha, giggled as she jumped right from where she had been revived all the way over to her blue-hued friend, wrapping her big claws and tender arms around her as she started shaking her around. "We can play with her again, ehehe!" As the least complex of the four, her bright and sharp-toothed smile was hardly able to reflect her mood. But it was definitely effective in the moment, as she just wanted to see her sweet Master smiling for once. Now that they didn't have a big bad job to do, they could start having fun!

Garie rolled her eyes. "I don't know about that, Phara. If Master really was alive, then we wouldn't be here. You really think she'd just take us back? You must've missed how she treated us, back when she was still plotting and planning." The optimism from the other Autoscorers was one thing she could never get used to. Especially as she idly patted Micha on the head. She both couldn't get used ot it, nor could she stop herself from indulging in it...

"You have a fair point. Well, then it's up to us to try and find her, isn't it?" Phara said with a smile. "All we have to do is unite our Alchemy. Since she's the one who's taught us, we should be able to use it all to locate her. And if she's not here, then... Well, we'll worry about that when the time comes."

Leiur cracked a smile as well, flicking her wrist to make one of her coins pop out of her sleeve as she flipped it. "Imagine the look on her face when we flash her with our combined power. I can just hear her shrill voice crying out in surprise." Now this was more her speed. Just a bit of Alchemy, and they would all be right back on track. What could possibly stop them from succeeding?

"Come on, Garie!" Micha was entirely on board, but she knew that she'd have to convince the blue-haired doll too. So she shook her back and forth and violently around so she could try to see things her way. "You wanna see Master too, don't you? Dooon't youuu?"

The blue-tinted Autoscorer just rolled her eyes as her fellow doll kept trying to badger her into playing along. Unfortunately, as much as she'd like to put up the front of being incredibly difficult to work with, she had grown incredibly weak towards Micha's more adorable traits. "Fine. But if we can't find our Master, I volunteer to lead, just so you three don't get any funny ideas."

None of the other three took her very seriously when she tried to claim leadership. But with a smile working its way onto all four dolls' faces, they each held forth their hands and tried to call upon the Alchemy that gave them their powers. Water, Earth, Wind and Fire.

None of them were expecting completely different powers to resonate with their bodies, four identical symbols appearing in front of them as they tried to tap into their alchemy. A symbol that depicted two hands grasping onto... The female reproductive system..? What exactly did this mean? None of them were fertile, their Master made sure of that. So why-

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Micha was the first one to experience the effects as the symbol managed to make her dress go up in flames, replacing it with a sling bikini as it burned into her body right above her crotch. It briefly glowed red as her stomach rapidly started expanding outward, her claws nearly able to dig into her brand new growth as it stretched outward and outward. "What's this? Garie, it's like I'm full of something!" The easily distracted and almost childish doll cried out, only to topple over thanks to a violent kick from the inside of her newly grown belly.

Leiur wasn't far behind, her outfit disappearing with a flash, leaving her with a belly even flashier than Micha's. Because it was decorated with several tattoos as her skin had started to tan, making her look much more experienced than her redheaded companion. And despite the shock of it, Leiur couldn't help but lick her lips a bit. "Now this is flashy. Master won't be able to resist looking at this." She said, her smile turning into a wicked smirk as the extended tattoos started glowing with a yellow tint.

Phara's outfit was blown right off, only for the power of the sigil in front of her to wrap around her like the winds that she commanded. The best way to describe what she was wearing was... A wedding outfit. Horrendously lewd and with extra maternity accomodations, which gently cupped her modestly pregnant stomach. Sure, she was still beyond what humans would consider due, but she was made to be more durable. It only made sense that this would extend to gravidity. "Oh my..." She muttered, chuckling slightly as a sword started to form on her version of the sigil. It seemed like something had broken inside her, and she had a certain 'Sword' to blame.

Garie twitched a little as she saw all this happen. From Micha getting turned into a mother of dozens that was being overpowered by her own kids, to Leiur being ready to go out on the beach and enjoy a few long hours with those that couldn't resist her belly, to Phara looking like she might engage in some unholy intimacy with a former enemy... Just what had this symbol done to her friends?

Only as her own outfit washed off her, replaced with a much more comfortable sweater that gently cupped her now swollen breasts, did she realize what was happening. Especially as it felt like life itself was sloshing around inside her, the symbol appearing in the same spot as it had for the other Autoscorers and certifying her new pregnancy. Combine that with the slightest cutout where it had formed, and she looked like she was a different kind of experienced compared to her allies...

"Ehehehe, they kicked again! Guess I've still gotta get stronger so they'll have a real strong Mommy to look up to!" Micha giggled, not at all bothered by this brand new change. It felt completely natural to her. Maybe if she could notice the pink tint to her eyes she would've realized something was wrong. But she was far too preoccupied with how wonderful it felt to be a Mommy. She was going to be the best when they finally popped out... And then she could let them help her get ready for the next batch!

Leiur stretched a little as her tan deepened, her tattoos and her makeup getting more crude and flashy as she descended into proper Gangurohood. "They'll have a flashy aunt to look up to, Micha. Just make sure they don't follow us when we're out on the beach, we wouldn't want to flash them when they're not ready." Even if she was being consumed by desire and people indulging her while she was this big, Leiur had some standards. Besides, her Master was the only young gal that she'd allow to play with her belly in that way...

"Perhaps they'll have those girls to look up to as well." Phara said as she slowly let her hand glide across the surface of her stomach. Memories that she could hardly call false started flooding her mind. Of how she had broken that 'Sword', only for her to return the favor when she gave her that cursed melody. That seed had managed to sprout now that she had returned to life, so it only made sense that she should give the 'Sword' the chance to own up to what she did. And from there, maybe let the others have a bit of fun with her and the girls as well...

Garie trembled a bit as her mind was being torn. The more she looked at the others, the more she wanted to treat them like part of her precious family. But that kind of personality just wasn't her. She was the type to tease. The type to bully. Not the type to love. And yet...

"Well, if you're all having fun, then I'm glad for you all." Garie spoke in a tone that sounded softer and kinder than anything that ever came from the blue-hued doll, all while her face seemed to soften up. Not just in terms of expression, but her cheeks grew just a bit plump, just like the rest of her body. It truly looked like she had aged into the form of a proper Mother. And since she had been the first of the four to be made, seeing her 'younger sisters' grow up to be such good breeders in their own way... It was getting harder and harder to fight back against this manufactured pride inside her head.

Especially once they heard a faint set of clicks, and their bodies began trembling in response. All of them, whether it was the hyper-breeder Micha, the flashy ganguro slut Leiur, the perverted pregnant bride Phara, or the proud and well-aged Mommy Garie, looked towards the source.

They recognized who had just stepped into their chamber. She was one of the 'Godslayer's friends. But there was something weird about her .Whether it was the fact she was clad in a deep purple cloak that was only parted by her own gravidity, or the fact that she had several identical leotard-clad pregnant drones trailing her. Just looking at her...

Was enough to make the four dolls kneel down in front of the one that had blessed them with this new alchemical mark of motherhood, acknowledging her as their Master...

The 'Godslayer's sunshine smiled. These four had made for great testbeds.