“Mitra! I need to speak with you!” An angry and frustrated Rolas says as she marches furiously towards her sister who was relaxing on their brand new sofa (Previously one of the Triad Sisters, Isobel) playing a handheld video game. As Rolas approached the sofa Mitra just groaned at her sister, not looking away from her gaming device. “Ugh, what now Rolas? Can’t you see I’m trying to stop the Gloybian Assault on my base? This mission has taking me hours to get this far and I’m on my last life so what is so important that you need to interrupt me?”
Rolas, with a twitch in her eye looked up at her giant looking sister and growled, “You promised today you would check on the Transmogrifyer again to see if it’s safe to use finally. Well, have you looked at it? Is it good to go? Because I’m getting pretty tired of being a pipsqueak!” Rolas said in a huff.
Finally after one last blast from her characters hand cannon, she destroyed the last enemy ship and was able to pause her game. As she did she rolled over on the couch and looked down at her miniscule sister who had her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer. “Oh hi little sis. How’s the weather down there?” She said as she gave a quick pat to Rolas’s head.
Rolas swatted her sisters hand away angrily, “Stop it! This isn’t a joke! We have travelled 1500 light years since leaving the Dioseph galaxy and getting away from the Triad and those dumb Step Triplets, and I have been stuck as a foot tall version of myself for most of that time.”
“Hey, just be thankful we were even able to get you back to something resembling your actual body. Especially considering that when you pulled that crazy stunt with the transmogrifyer you caused it to malfunction afterwards. You would still be stuck as a miniature sofa if I hadn’t carefully used the transmogrifyer to try to fix you.”
“And I thank you for that, but you also promised to fix the device so I could get back to normal size without it blowing me up or turning me into something crazy! That was 500 light years ago and I’m still tiny!”
“I’m sorry Rolas, but fixing the transmogrifyer takes time and I want to take every precaution.”
“But how much longer is it going to take? I’m at my wits end. Being this size sucks! Maybe you can make another one of those pills you had back on Dione and I can just make myself big again.”
Mitra stood up and scoffed at her tiny sister as she walked over to her living quarters and put away her gaming device. “If you had listened before you would know that I can’t make any of those pills anymore because not only did you cause the machine to malfunction but you somehow also deleted the designs for those pills. It will take me twice as long to redesign those pills than it does to fix the actual transmogrifyer. Face it, you and me are stuck in our forms for a little while longer.”
“WE’RE stuck?!?” Rolas said fuming.
“Yes, we’re both stuck. You know I wasn’t able to change my body back to normal after I made it malleable to escape the Triad. Now I have to live with a body that can stretch and bend in ways that aren’t normal. It’s exhausting!”
Hearing Mitra complain about her non-existent issues made Rolas blow a gasket. But before she could lash out at her sister, Zarel entered the living quarters. “Hey Mitra, can you help me with - oh, was I interrupting something?” She said seeing that her sisters were clearly discussing something heatedly. Rolas huffed before turning and storming out of the room. “What’s she mad about?” Zarel asked.
“Typical Rolas things. Anyways, what’s up?” Mitra asked before her and Zarel began discussing something in detail.
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A short while later, just passed the command bay, Rolas was pacing down the hallway, grumbling to herself about how inconsiderate her sister was. “I cannot believe how inconsiderate Mitra is right now. All I’m asking her to do is check on the machine today like she promised and instead she only cares about those damn video games of hers. I don’t care how long of a process it supposedly is to fix this thing, my patience is gone.” Her pacing and ranting stopped finally as she had somehow walked all the way to the transmogrifying room itself. Staring at the room with its big caution signs up made her angrier and that’s when an idea came to her. “Stupid broken tech! You know what, I bet Mitra is lying to me and this room has been fixed this whole time. I bet she enjoys watching me suffer as a miniature version of myself.” She looked around to see if her sisters were anywhere nearby before leaping up to the touchpad for the room and unlocking it before jumping down again. “No more being the runt of the litter. I’m going to fix myself and then I’ll deal with Mitra.” She said as she walked into the white room.
As she entered the room, the door slammed shut loudly behind her and made her let out a small squeak that she was glad her sisters didn’t hear. She looked around the empty white room for the control panel and found it on the wall closest to the door. Thankfully for her, the room was adjustable so she gave a voice command to lower the panel to the appropriate height so she could use it without issues. Now all that was left was to enter her details into the prompts and she would be back to her strong sexy body before she knew it.
So to start she scrolls through some default options until she finds a humanoid output template and selects it. From there she starts putting in her specs for her body. For height she puts in her original height of 6 foot 1 inch, blue for hair color, and a light magenta color for her skin tone since she liked how her skin tone had changed during their original fight with the step triplets. As she entered in some more minor details like ‘slender build’ she finally reached some more notable features and the first one was breast size. She was originally going to put in her original features but then she got to thinking. What if she enhanced her already amazing features just to make Mitra jealous of her. That would be priceless she thought to herself.
So after some deliberation she entered ‘Enhanced Breasts, Large Butt, and toned legs’ into their appropriate fields and made sure each was set to maximize her assets even with a slender build as she had entered previously. She saved all of her details and clicked next and then a new prompt came on the screen saying ‘New Outfit’ and it had a yes or no option below it. Rolas thought it might be fun to have a new outfit with her newly improved look so she hit the yes option and then the next prompt had a list of different types of outfits. She flipped through them all and decided to select 3 different options that were not her typical style. The first item was a tight, one-piece black bikini with white bordering, a spaghetti strap on one shoulder, and a cut-out on one side of the mid section to really show off her toned, curvy physique. Next she chose a large black sun hat to go with the bikini, and the third selection was a black sarong skirt to wrap around her waist for a more appropriate look if she wanted to go for a night out. She figured her new body in a tight bikini would be the perfect look to flaunt in her sister’s face. After choosing her outfit, she then selected the option for the machine to deliver her new outfit to her room once it was done making them.
So after clicking confirm on her new outfit, the screen changed to another confirmation page detailing the transformation selected. Rolas at this point was getting impatient and over excited about having her normal sized body back and scrolled through the details fast, only skimming some of the details like ‘Humanoid Form’ and ‘New Outfit’ and once she reached the end of the page of details she slammed the Start option with glee and then stepped back into the middle of the room ready for the transformation to begin.
As the room began its countdown, Rolas was shaking with excitement. As it got to one, Rolas held her arms out to her side, expecting to be embraced by a warm light that usually came before every shrink/grow transformation the room does. Instead, something much different happened.
FLASH!
WHAM!
A flash of immense light erupted in the room, and shortly after the light dissipated, a giant steel cylinder slammed down on Rolas’s body, flattening it into nothing more than an half centimeter thick disc of her former tiny body, with her face and chest plastered to the side facing up. Needless to say, this caught Rolas by surprise so she was dazed for a bit after the steel cylinder lifted off of her body. Before Rolas could gather herself mechanical arms shot out of the room and grabbed hold of Rolas’s disc shaped body, peeling it off the floor. Then another arm came out holding a tube of some sort and lined it up with Rolas’s mouth before jamming it securely in her flattened lips.
Finally Rolas was able to think clearly again but her thoughts were hard to hear over the noise of an air compressor kicking on somewhere within the walls of the room. She wondered why that would be happening and then she crossed her eyes to see the tube stuck in her mouth and she connected the dots. Without anyway to combat the arms holding her hostage, she watched as air began pumping into her tiny circular body, puffing her body up slowly into a 3-dimensional object. She’d hoped that the air would simply puff her back into her normal shape and size but as time passed she realized her body was simply turning into a giant air filled ball with her features practically painted to the outside. It was a bizarre experience for Rolas to say the least as she felt her insides become more and more bloated. Somehow below the fear and anxiety of becoming a giant beach ball, Rolas found the immense pressure building up inside of her to be quite pleasurable. And without anyway to stop what was happening, Rolas decided to embrace the sensations and enjoy it for the time being.
A short while later, Rolas woke herself from her blissful stupor, to see if she was done expanding and sure enough she felt as thought there was no more air entering her body. However, what she couldn’t see was the fact that she was now a gigantic 6 foot wide, almost transparent ball that filled a good portion of the middle of the room. Her tiny proportions were so stretched out now that you could barely make out that the inflated orb was a person at all. As she began wondering what would happen next, a mechanical arm came up and grabbed hold of the tube in Rolas’s mouth and gave it a good yank which ripped it right out of Rolas’s mouth and in the process sent the large orb shaped girl flying around the room, propelled by the air quickly escaping her body. Before long, a flimsy, deflated Rolas came fluttering to the floor in an heap, still approx. 6 feet in diameter. Her features had been stretched to ridiculous lengths after being only a foot tall originally, and she was feeling very thin now.
At this point, Rolas didn’t know what to think. She had been smashed, inflated and deflated and none of this made any sense to her as to how it would help make her normal size again. As she questioned the room’s techniques, she noticed an opening appear in one of the walls and in came a mannequin that looked to be about the exact size and dimensions that she had entered into the machine for her new body. Worried why it was brought in, Rolas suddenly feared the worst as her flimsy body was lifted up by more mechanical arms, and then placed down on a white desk that appeared out of the ground and flattened out perfectly with no creases or folds in her round body. From there several arms came up to her flat body with scissors and began cutting her body into several pieces, some big and some small. It was a bizarre sensation for Rolas feeling her numerous body parts cut apart and laying in different locations. She felt as though her head and boobs had been cut off as one piece together, while her hips and legs were a separate piece, and then her arms and torso were cut down into several smaller pieces.
After the last tiny bit of her body was cut up, she wondered what was next for her dismantles body. That was quickly answered though as she felt the piece of her made up of her head and boobs lifted up and wrapped around the mannequin in the middle of the room. The arms moved her thin body around the mannequin with calculated precision, making small adjustments here and there, until finally the arms liked the result of their work and then brought the flimsy Rolas sheet back to the work table and began sewing it together to the specifications it had just determined. The sensation of having her head and boobs sewed together was enough for her to realize what was happening to her body. She was becoming the bikini she had just picked out to wear when she was normal sized again, and her head and boobs were the main one-piece bikini.
Filled with immense fear from her realization, she tried to move anything she could to break free from her newly stitched form, but she ultimately new it was pointless. She was going to become a bikini whether she liked it or not. She wanted to scream for help but she was so stretched out at this point that it was impossible. On top of that, she felt an odd sensation on her now bikini shaped body. It felt like a cold mist was being sprayed on her, and then she was hit by a strong odor of paint and immediately new that she was being painted black and white like she had selected. The arms picked her up and began spraying the black and white paint on the rest of her bikini shaped form and then applied an intense heat to dry the paint on her quickly. From there, the arms carried her over to the mannequin once again and slipped the bikini onto it with ease, leaving it there while they returned to the rest of Rolas’s scraps to make the two other items. Rolas was beside herself…literally. She felt the odd sensation of being tightly wrapped around a figure that by all purposes, was an exact copy of her typical body, just with more enhanced features. She also found it weird that it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, but rather, it was very satisfying, and extremely pleasurable to feel her thin stretched body caressing the mannequin.
As Rolas came to grips with her new form and sensations, she started feeling the legs and hips piece of her body being cut once more down the middle. She felt her hips being stretched even more thin which felt impossible at this point, but then she felt it being fitted around her lower portion of her bikini body which told her that her hips were probably becoming the sarong skirt that she had selected. Sure enough, her hip piece was taken away after some minor fitting adjustments, painted black as well, and then brought back to the mannequin and wrapped around its waist with a nice knot on one side of its hips.
A similar process was done with Rolas’s legs piece, but it was fitted to become her new black sun hat, and within minutes, the mannequin was wearing a gorgeous black beach ensemble that would turn heads. Rolas then felt some final adjustments being made to the rest of her body’s pieces, that she wasn’t expecting, especially considering she thought the outfit was finished. However, the transmogrifyer decided to improvise some extra items to add to the look. So it started by taking two pieces of Rolas’s arms and compressing them into exquisite black earrings. It then took two more pieces and made them into ornate black bangles to wear on to a wrist. The last two big pieces of Rolas’s arms were then reformed into lovely black beach flip flops, and the final piece of her arms was repurposed into a nice pair of large black sunglasses and placed on the mannequins face. The only thing left unchanged was Rolas’s torso piece, but soon that too was being molded and shaped into a new form, and moments later, a giant black beach bag was draped over one of the mannequin’s shoulders, completing Rolas’s selected Beach wear ensemble, making it entirely out of Rolas herself.
It was a mixed bag of feelings for Rolas as she sat there as a beach ensemble. She felt immense pleasure and bliss scattered across all of her now oddly shaped and stretched body parts, but in the back of her mind she wondered what was next for her? How would she get back to normal and would her sisters ever find out what happened to her? Or was she doomed to be a bikini for the rest of her life? These thoughts filled the gaps between the pleasure and arousal she currently experienced.
After what felt like an eternity, Rolas felt some movement from part of her body. It felt as though the beach bag was removed from the mannequin and set down on a desk of some sort. Then Rolas felt the smaller parts of her beach wear body being removed from the mannequin one by one and placed in the bag, starting with the flip flops, and then the earrings, bangles, sunglasses, and hat were placed in the bag as well. Then she felt the sarong being untied and folded neatly before being set delicately in the bag and then soon after Rolas felt her bikini body being removed from the mannequin and gently folded and placed in the bag as well. The mechanical arms processed to zip the beach bag shut and then lifted it in the air and carried it out of the transmogrifying room through an opening in one of the far walls, and after the opening shut, the room was empty, once again successfully transforming its subject.
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(Hours later)
Zarel was sitting in her comfy captains chair as she punched in the coordinates for their next target and set it to autopilot. As she was about to get up and head to their personal quarters, she spotted a giddy looking Mitra, posing in the entryway, wearing an extremely fashionable beach outfit. She had the beach bag over one shoulder, hat on and tipped a bit to one side, and her new glasses slotted in her cleavage poking out of her new tightly fitting swimsuit. She even had these gorgeous black earrings and bangles on that sparkled from the lights in the room, and she had some stylish flip flops on as well, as she stood their sexily posing for her sister to see.
Confused by the getup, Zarel approached her sister, “Umm, what’s with the new outfit? You know we’re nowhere near a beach right?”
Mitra giggled, “I know, but what do you think? Am I not absolutely rocking this look?!”
Zarel had to admit her sister was drop dead gorgeous right now. “You are, but where did you get this from? I don’t recall ever seeing this outfit in your closet.”
“Well, I found this beach bag just sitting on Rolas’s bed and seeing as she isn’t anywhere to be found right now I wanted to see what was in it. And sure enough, this sexy bikini and accessories were inside.” Mitra said as she did a twirl.
Zarel looked skeptical, “So you just took Rolas’s swimwear and put it on? Don’t you think she is going to be upset by that?”
Mitra shrugged, “Eh, she doesn’t dress up in this kind of stuff anyways so I doubt she was ever going to wear it. Plus, I’m pretty sure she took a small cruiser and went to a nearby planet to take out some frustration over being the runt of the litter now, so I don’t expect her to be back anytime soon. I’ll have this outfit back on her bed before she ever knows a thing.” She said with a wink.
Zarel rolled her eyes, “I guess you do whatever then. Just don’t come to me whining when Rolas decides to seek revenge for wearing her clothes. And you’re probably right, she’s probably off beating up some blades of grass somewhere so you have some time I guess. But where are you going to wear that at other than the ship? You clearly aren’t planning on staying cooped up in here all evening with that sexy outfit on.”
Mitra smiled, “Well I had done some research and discovered a nearby planet called Cholei not to far from us that has gorgeous beaches on it.” She then started creeping towards her sister with a pouty look. “And I was hoping that maybe you would want to come with me to Cholei and have a fun beach day, just the two of us.”
Zarel saw the giant doe eyes her sister was giving her, and let out a defeated sigh, “Fine, I guess I could use a break from captaining the ship and unwind on a beach for the day. Let’s do it.” Mitra hugged her sister and jumped with joy, before skipping out of the room, leaving Zarel behind shaking her head. “She is too much sometimes.” She said with a chuckle.
A little bit later, Mitra was waiting in one of their cruisers when Zarel came in dressed in her beach outfit. Mitra took one look at her sister and began whistling and hollering, which made Zarel blush. Zarel was wearing a skimpy two piece blue and white bikini with a cross cross design for the top and a similar design for the panties, and she had her blue hair tied up in two tightly wrapped buns. She walked past her sister and sat down in the pilots seat and waited for her sister to stop fawning over her. “Are you done making a fool of yourself?”
Mitra giggled, “Oh come on, I couldn’t resist. Just look at you. You almost make my outfit look bad.”
Zarel smiled at the compliment, “Well thank you for that, but if you’re all done, then get strapped in and we will take off.” Mitra gave a playful salute to Zarel and buckled in and soon the two sisters were speeding off towards the nearest beach on Cholei. Zarel and Mitra were having so much fun that what was supposed to be a one day beach getaway somehow turned into a whole week extravaganza. They were partying on the beach with locals, visiting some of the local restaurants and party venues, and on some of the nights they even found their way back to some of the more interesting locals homes for some more intimate encounters. They were having so much fun in fact that they never once thought about where Rolas might be. They just assumed she was off brooding and grumbling somewhere.
If only they knew just how close she was to all the excitement. Rolas meanwhile, laid sprawled out on the floor near a bed while she could hear Mitra moaning in pleasure above her. During this time all she could think about was that she really wished the transmogrifyer was still broken.