You left the Tv on, Midori!

There were a few things that Midori simply never got used to, despite being designed for compatibility. A majority of them weren’t even related to her synthetic body, either- not the cables and wires that ran beneath the surface of her skin, nor her luminous eyes. Not even her constantly shifting dimensions served as a point of contention, they were all just things she had grown to live with.

Life had taken on a different structure, rather than being a messy web of thought and memories, Midori’s was more like a library with entire sections just locked off to her. Pockets of data in her mind that detailed every out of place follicle on someone’s head. There were no mistakes here, just gaps of nonexistence. She didn’t dream, just relive what had been done to her in the past-  the delineation between now and the past was increasingly vague. But still, no mistakes. Everything was in the right position, only a faulty start-up would give her any trouble. But that would be quickly sorted out- a morning of Midori believing that one of her files had been corrupted wasn’t the most uncommon thing, given the prototypical nature of her augmentations- but that would only be caused by outside tampering.

She swung open the door to her penthouse, door 543 C on 32^nd street mid-town Adipo City. Her domicile had moved ever so slightly- probably her mechanic having come to make sure everything was working. Despite being mostly machine, Midori herself was very poorly educated on the subject- whether it was out of an inability to download the knowledge or just a reluctance to do so was unknown.

Still, she was gone and in its place was the scent of pancakes- what time was it anyways? A quick search answered that: 2:53:32:2365 AM… why was she back here so early? D3L7A had been driven away from the museum of modern fast-food hours ago. She took a couple of hits to herself, yeah but she was still just fine. Her barriers depleted, leaving her at a reasonable size for a denizen of Mid-Town Adipo.

Still dressed in her blue grey and black bodysuit- designed to keep her modest at larger sizes, she sashayed her over-inflated backside further into the room. Her cloudy planetary bodies trapped in the other’s orbit.

Her home looked like this facade of a normal home, her wooded floors were broken up by these ugly patches of linoleum and covered in haphazard wiring, strategically placed alongside steps and breaks in her carpets.

Midori’s gait was this modest, uncertain sway masked in manufactured confidence, she would step forward and her thunderous thighs would rumble like a grand orchestra. Beyond her mechanics, Midori was almost identified by her overall butterball shape- but when low on charge her body opted to take on a definite bell-shape. Defined by her creamy belly but dominated by her shelf-like backside, quaking with every gentle shudder.

She peeled away her outfit, exposing her soft and pillowy shoulders and rather diminutive bust. She wasn’t flat chested, but what she did have up top was a result of her native obesity. Her tie was loosened, giving her fatty neck a bit more room to breathe- not that she really needed to, it was just meant to serve as another method of cooling herself down. The high-tech mesh was then rolled down even further, catching a snag on her expansive backside- the trip along her heaving double belly was rather easy. She was thick and gooey but not in a way that inhibited herself, at least not yet- a severe overcharge would produce more rolls and porkier cheeks as she grew larger.

Soon enough, the cloudy cream-puffs were exposed- two puffy balls of jelly heading off her juicy thunder thighs. They were impossibly crafted, almost doll-like. Their only imperfections were the ports along their sides and just above them.

She swaddled a bit more, moving across cable and past a rack of additional weaponry- extra limbs that could be snapped on and replace herself, should she require a quick arsenal switch. Same thing with her legs, along with several different types of spare batteries that could be shoved in her at any moment.

Not by herself, she would only get halfway through that procedure for fairly obviously reasons.

Still, she took a set of arms and legs and set off for the bathroom- her striped underwear stretched hopelessly across her expansive glutes. Her doughy backside gushed out of the tablecloth, her fat hide spilling out like it were an overfilled tube of toothpaste.

Her heavy tummy obscured quite a bit of her front and only added to Midori’s general gelatinous body, she undulated and wobbled on her short little journey to the bathroom, limbs beneath both of her fluffy, flabby arms.

Her bathroom door slid open, affording her wide frame a bit more space. Should there be days where Midori found herself too large to get inside then the walls would peel away. Of course, if that didn’t work then she definitely wasn’t going to get this far in the first place.

Her foot hit a panel and the machine that was Midori’s bathroom sprung to life. It was this pristine, glistening shower with hoses attached to every corner. Robotic hands surged out of the walls as she entered, cold and surgical, they rushed the cyborg. They took the limbs from her, leaving her to raise her limbs and spread out- giving them more access to the rest of her luscious frame. One squeezed at her swollen double belly, billowing down to her knees and puffing out a little bit shorter than her arms could reach. She could probably get at her belly button if she wanted to at her default size, granted- it was definitely more than big enough.

A display showed her weight, she didn’t really need it. Her own sensors already knew, and with much more detail: 773.02654386969lbs, 40% fuel and the rest pure adipose tissue, as close to natural as possible.

A few extra arms were necessary, a couple more emerged from the floors and hoisted Midori up into the air; snaring her in a web of mechanical limbs. Two cold, metallic palms pressed up against her thick lower hemisphere and another two detached her legs- right up to the base of her cushiony rump. The same was done with her arms. Metallic plates met open air, her detached limbs were set away and inspected individually. Just on the surface, if there were internal damage then her mechanic would need to see that personally. The new parts were attached just as the previous ones removed. Their dimensions, initially off by a matter of factors were soon corrected. Fat that was being stored in Midori’s belly was diverted to her thighs, inflating like balloons to meet the proper specs. Her remaining clothes were removed and the robotic hero was set back on the ground to see the showers.

Alone, Midori exerted a startling lack of charisma. Her expression and movements were beyond neutral.

She exited the bathroom minutes later, still stark naked.

The rest of the apartment sprung to life- but no screens turned on. Lights remained dormant and the radio was silent- nobody would be her anyways so there was no point in wasting unnecessary power.

Cartoons about rabbits who own pizza shops, Japanese animation, reality TV, news stations. She stopped at the last one, catching the broadcast in the middle of recapping the day’s events.

“Guildie Madison Gates stopped an armed robbery today at Jenny's Milkshakes in Lowtown Adipo- she took a break from her-“

No, no, what did she do.

“Guildie Kari Oppenheimer was severely injured today when the supervillain Le-“

No, not important. What did she do.

“Guildie Midori Maxi let four of the Fearsome Five escape today, the cyborg decided that instead of getting the villains to submit, she would rather let them finish their doomsday device and deplete half of the City reservoir. While she did ultimately aid Elizabeth Lancaster in the destruction of the machine, eyewitnesses report her holding the door open for them so that- ‘she could beat them again,”

Not quite the headline she had been searching for, but it was an all too familiar sight. Earlier in her career, Midori probably would have clammed up for a week and whine about how much of a failure she was. But that was a different time, now there wasn’t any time for that. Heroes didn’t dwell on such things.
At least not until she had a donut or twenty four in her.