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You approach the butler-bot, extending your hand as well.
"Hello, I'm Derek- ackpth!" You exclaim, coughing and sputtering as a green gas sprays out of a hole in the Butler-bot's hand.
"I recently saw a dress in the marketplace that would be just your size," The bot says, Whrrt-whrrt-whrrting down the hallway as though it'd never seen you to begin with. You continue to cough and wheeze, feeling like you're choking on too much air instead of not enough, your rubber galoshes squeaking against the floor as you stumble against the wall.
You feel like you're hyperventilating, but each deep breath feels like it's pressing through your lungs and out your skin. You feel yourself shifting inside your hospital gown, beginning to pinch around your arms and collar. Your belly slides against the fabric, shaking more and more with each breath, and as you bend your arm to put it against your convulsing chest you feel a knot of muscle cinch the sleeve tight against you. The process repeats across your body, fat ballooning out at one point, muscle at another, and then the opposite making up the difference. You feel as though you've gained twenty pounds of raw muscle and twice that in soft fat to pad over it. You think you might even be taller, or that could just be another side effect of the gas disorienting you.
You've gotten a little stronger.
You've gotten a little fatter.
You've gotten a little taller.
Your head finally clearing somewhat, you take stock of your situation. The butler-bot has apparently been retrofitted with an aerosol sprayer filled with an unknown compound, though its programming seems to be acting on its own accord, without the butler-bot realizing it's actually doing anything wrong. The bot is heading away from you down the hall to your south, towards the Stasis Chamber. Ahead of you is a T-Junction, leading deeper into Provisions, but there's no clear indication of which path leads to where.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
You can hear the butler-bot again; apparently the AI was able to lock it out of the stasis chambers, and the bot simply turned around. Without any means of defending yourself, your mind races- what do you do??
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Hey all, doing a quick and easy little thing to keep my writing skills sharp while I wait for my eyes to heal enough to be able to actually stare at a screen long enough to write commissions. Kind of like a sexy D&D, only you don't have any stats (That you can see ;3) and failure doesn't mean game over.
INVENTORY
You are wearing a Hospital Gown and Rubber Galoshes. They are both a tight fit.
DECISION ONE: What do you do about the butler-bot?
It's not very fast or smart, but it's persistent!
DECISION TWO: What do you do now?
Again, rather straightforward...
Remember, any suggestion is worth a point, but suggestions with reasoning or forethought to them will be worth extra points!
And don't forget you can ask questions, look around, anything that Derek could pick up with his five senses!
And if you're really enjoying this, maybe buy me a Ko-Fi? ^^;
https://ko-fi.com/soystorycoffee
Start: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28396244/
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28418868/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28787219/
(POST SUGGESTIONS IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!)
"Hello, I'm Derek- ackpth!" You exclaim, coughing and sputtering as a green gas sprays out of a hole in the Butler-bot's hand.
"I recently saw a dress in the marketplace that would be just your size," The bot says, Whrrt-whrrt-whrrting down the hallway as though it'd never seen you to begin with. You continue to cough and wheeze, feeling like you're choking on too much air instead of not enough, your rubber galoshes squeaking against the floor as you stumble against the wall.
You feel like you're hyperventilating, but each deep breath feels like it's pressing through your lungs and out your skin. You feel yourself shifting inside your hospital gown, beginning to pinch around your arms and collar. Your belly slides against the fabric, shaking more and more with each breath, and as you bend your arm to put it against your convulsing chest you feel a knot of muscle cinch the sleeve tight against you. The process repeats across your body, fat ballooning out at one point, muscle at another, and then the opposite making up the difference. You feel as though you've gained twenty pounds of raw muscle and twice that in soft fat to pad over it. You think you might even be taller, or that could just be another side effect of the gas disorienting you.
You've gotten a little stronger.
You've gotten a little fatter.
You've gotten a little taller.
Your head finally clearing somewhat, you take stock of your situation. The butler-bot has apparently been retrofitted with an aerosol sprayer filled with an unknown compound, though its programming seems to be acting on its own accord, without the butler-bot realizing it's actually doing anything wrong. The bot is heading away from you down the hall to your south, towards the Stasis Chamber. Ahead of you is a T-Junction, leading deeper into Provisions, but there's no clear indication of which path leads to where.
Whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt-whrrt...
You can hear the butler-bot again; apparently the AI was able to lock it out of the stasis chambers, and the bot simply turned around. Without any means of defending yourself, your mind races- what do you do??
========================================
Hey all, doing a quick and easy little thing to keep my writing skills sharp while I wait for my eyes to heal enough to be able to actually stare at a screen long enough to write commissions. Kind of like a sexy D&D, only you don't have any stats (That you can see ;3) and failure doesn't mean game over.
INVENTORY
You are wearing a Hospital Gown and Rubber Galoshes. They are both a tight fit.
PLAYER DECISIONS
Got our first TFs! Pretty straightforward otherwise.DECISION ONE: What do you do about the butler-bot?
It's not very fast or smart, but it's persistent!
DECISION TWO: What do you do now?
Again, rather straightforward...
Remember, any suggestion is worth a point, but suggestions with reasoning or forethought to them will be worth extra points!
And don't forget you can ask questions, look around, anything that Derek could pick up with his five senses!
And if you're really enjoying this, maybe buy me a Ko-Fi? ^^;
https://ko-fi.com/soystorycoffee
Start: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28396244/
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28418868/
Next: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/28787219/
(POST SUGGESTIONS IN THE COMMENTS BELOW!)
Category Story / Fetish Other
Species Human
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File Size 2.2 kB
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Clearly we're already in deeper trouble than we thought, someone has hacked the bot. Are they actively trying to sabotage the mission?
Ask the computer who you CAN talk to if you can't talk to the captain. In fact, get any information you can before you go somewhere else, this is ridiculous. :P
p.s. why are we in galoshes I saw 2 votes for boots
Ask the computer who you CAN talk to if you can't talk to the captain. In fact, get any information you can before you go somewhere else, this is ridiculous. :P
p.s. why are we in galoshes I saw 2 votes for boots
The butler-bot isn't fast or smart, so we keep out of its detection range and wait for it to pass by or move on before doing whatever it is we need to do.
Also, acquire pants. A shirt would be nice, but pants are a higher priority. Then attempt to find wherever our muster point is for when we exit stasis.
Also, acquire pants. A shirt would be nice, but pants are a higher priority. Then attempt to find wherever our muster point is for when we exit stasis.
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