Sonic the Hedgehog My Life in Knothole
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Tails let out a satisfied sigh as he stood up, wiping the grime from his
gloves on to his overalls. He looked up at the towering structure before
him. The main body was a metal chamber about twice his own height while
the back, top and sides extended out into complicated machinery, covered
in a shiny red and white metal to give it a sleek feel. On one side was
a console with a keyboard and monitor, while printed above it were the
words "MTP Automatic Closet 001".
He smiled and put the wrench he was holding down on his workbench,
beside the piece of paper he had received a few days ago. It was a
request to build the auto closet, one which came with a handsome advance
payment in the envelope. Tails remembered how surprised he was when it
first came through. He'd received some people attempting to buy a
machine from him before, but this request made some rather advanced
demands and no name or signature. Never one to turn down a challenge,
Tails had built the machine exactly to the anonymous client's
specifications. Impressively, said client seemed to have a pretty good
understanding of tech themselves, as the letter directed him to some
online servers and channels that had a lot of information and tools he
could use. Heck, thanks to this anonymous request the auto-closet might
have been Tails' most in-depth and advanced project yet!
Giving it one last inspection, Tails nodded to himself. It was perfect.
All he needed to do now was test it. Glancing down at himself and his
dirty work overalls, the young fox couldn't help but chuckle.
"Guess we've got a perfect guinea pig!" he said to himself with a laugh
as he took off his stained gloves and typed away at the console. Thanks
to the schematics provided and Tails' own ingenuity, the auto-closet had
been designed with a very unique function; the large machinery on the
closet's sides housed not only the various in-built mechanics, but also
its own supply of fabrics, threads and everything that could be found in
the average tailor's. So long as those supplies were replenished
regularly, the auto-closet could actually CREATE its own specified
clothing as needed, right down to its user's exact measurements. It was
revolutionary; it didn't pick from a pre-loaded wardrobe but actually
made the clothing right there and then! Tails couldn't help but giggle
as he stepped into the machine, thinking about everything else this
mysterious benefactor might have been capable of. If he could meet him,
what they'd be able to accomplish just by working together...
"MTPAC1 ONLINE," the closet's electronic voice called out. "PHASE 1 -
REMOVING CURRENT WEAR."
The metal doors slid shut as the machine began to whirr to life, the
inner chamber lighting up. Mechanical arms lowered down and carefully
removed their creator's overalls, shoes, goggles and the rest of his
work gear. So far so good! Now nude (or at least as nude as a furry fox
could be), Tails looked up, eager to see what was coming next.
Unfortunately, since he was inside the machine, he failed to notice
unfamiliar words appearing on the screen. He failed to notice his
various security measures being circumvented and overridden. He failed
to notice his machine was being hacked.
"PHASE 2 - BODY ADAPTATION TO PRESET MEASUREMENTS."
Tails blinked in surprise. "What? I didn't program tha-"
He was cut off as another pair of arms, these ones ending in a pair of
large metal domes lowered and quickly clamped onto his chest. A metal
band wrapped around his back and clicked shut, holding them in place.
The child genius let out a yelp of surprise and shoved against the domes
with both hands, but they remained in place.
"What the heck?" he yelled out. "What are these for!?"
Instead of an answer, another pair of domes lowered and attached
themselves to his pelvis, trapping him in place.
"BEGINNING BODY ADAPTATION," the machine droned, and the poor fox let
out even more yelps, this time of pain as something in the domes pricked
his skin.
"Wait, th-this isn't right! Stop!" Tails begged, but the machine didn't
respond. As he protested, a strange feeling he struggled to describe ran
through his body. He felt weight being applied under the domes, while
his skin felt like it was... stretching. It was the only word for it.
For some reason, the image of a balloon entered his mind, swelling and
inflating as the water slowly filled it. It didn't hurt, heck it kind of
tickled, but the poor boy's mind was in full panic mode.
"Let me GO!" he screamed, whipping his tails at the arms holding him
hostage, yet his own brilliant mechanical skills had backfired as they
didn't even budge. But after what felt like an eternity, Tails finally
heard a click as the domes unfastened and slowly moved back. He wobbled
a bit, his balance feeling off for some reason. He glanced down, and a
scream escaped his lips.
Two large, round, almost gravity-defying globes extended out from his
chest, covered in his own orange and white fur. His mouth flapped open
and closed as he tried to speak, but no words came. He slowly brought
his shaking hands up to his chest, feeling the unmistakably womanly
mounds, and his entire body flinched as it confirmed he wasn't seeing
things. He had boobs. Oh Chaos no... what was worse he remembered the
second domes, and with a hesitant tremble he reluctantly looked down and
over his shoulder. His fears were confirmed; his butt was much bigger
and rounder, matching the wide hips he was now sporting. Unable to see
past his chest to view them properly, he tentatively ran his hands down
them. He cringed as his fingers told him just how large his lower body
had become; from the breasts to his waist to his hips, out then in then
out again, the curves called an hourglass to Tails' mind.
"How..." Tails muttered to himself, feeling his lower lip tremble.
"...h-how!? I didn't program any of this!"" He actually had. If he
wasn't so shocked and panicking, he may have remembered the supply of
organic "Body-Con" gel that the client had requested. If he hadn't been
so excited for his new project at the time, he might have done some
research and discovered the substance was not technically legal: only
very specific government-approved accounts could access it. Said gel was
currently what had filled his chest and rear, allowing them to be molded
into their new voluptuous shape while giving them a realistic jiggle.
"PHASE 3," the closet's computer rumbled.
"No!" Tails yelled. "Undo this! Let me out! Override, override!"
"CLOTHING TO ATTIRE SPECIFICATIONS," it finished, ignoring its creator's
protests. More arms shot from the ceiling, gripping Tails' wrists and
pulling him into the air. He kicked and screamed and pleaded, but it
fell on deaf robotic ears. More compartments opened, the arms moving
quickly and efficiently such that he only saw a brief pink, white and
black glimpse of his new outfit. He felt arms grasp his ankles and guid
them into the skin-tight bodysuit that was quickly tugged up to his
chest, clinging to his new curves like a second skin and pushing his
breasts together to form deep, impossible-not-to-notice cleavage. He
felt a pair of over-the-knee boots following it, as long elbow-length
gloves were slid up his arms. Finally a large chestplate was lowered,
shaped like a loveheart with the front covered in shiny pink metal.
"No... no way..." Tails said to himself as the chestplate was strapped
to the front of his body and he was finally lowered down, the metal
soles of his new boots clicking on the closet's floor as he felt his
heels raised by a good three inches. A full length mirror lowered down,
letting Tails finally see himself. And sure enough his deduction was
correct.
A black body-hugging jumpsuit. Long white gloves with pink cuffs. White
high-heeled boots with pink cuffs, pink hearts on the toes and silvery
metal soles. The whole ensemble capped by a pink heart-shaped
chestplate. There was no mistaking the feminine, alluring, eye-catching
outfit.
"You dressed me as ROUGE!?" Tails shrieked, jaw dropping at his
reflection. He looked ridiculous! The buxom and curvaceous figure of a
beautiful adult vixen, the clothes of the most seductive woman he
knew... and then his own boyish head tacked on the top of it all. He
glanced backwards again, seeing his own twin tails swishing out above
his plump buttocks. He sighed in relief, at least thankful there was a
hole in the back for them. He didn't want to imagine the pain if he had
to stuff them into this tight jumpsuit.
"PHASE 4 - FINAL ADJUSTMENTS,"
"Please, no more...!" Tails begged, but once again there was no
reasoning with the machine as shove a stool under his legs, forcing him
to sit on his new backside as more arms descended down. Each one was
wielding various brushes, pads and batons like weapons, slowly and
almost sadistically advancing. He tried to get away, but more arms held
him firm, and all he could do was scream for help as his face was
consumed in a cloud of cosmetics.
Minutes that felt like hours passed before the arms retreated, and
another smaller mirror was lowered. Panting, Tails slowly opened his
eyes... and he felt queasy at what he saw. His eyelids were a charming
sky blue colour with a pair of long, mascara-coated eyelashes attached
to their base, while his lips had been painted the same colour as his
breastplate. His hair at the back of his neck was fluffed and fanned out
to resemble Rouge's hairstyle, though he kept his own boyish fringe
almost as if to embarrass him further. Just when he thought it couldn't
get any worse, one last arm lowered and began to rapidly spray him with
the contents of a perfume bottle. Tails hacked and coughed, trying to
fan the fragrance away with his hands and tails, but the scent stuck to
him. He groaned as every movement now caused a waft of orchids and
tulips to follow him. He immediately recognised it as the perfume Rouge
herself wore. Of course it was, he thought to himself bitterly.
"YOUR APPEARANCE NOW MEETS THE PRESET PARAMETERS YOU REQUEST," the auto-
closet's voice spoke once last time. "GOODBYE, AND HAVE A NICE DAY."
The doors of the closet opened, and one last mechanical arm shoved
against Tails' back and pushed him out. He yelled as he stumbled
forward, struggling to find his balance in his new boots as his bust
tugged him forward. He had to grab onto his workbench to stop himself
from falling. Straightening up, he exhaled and glance downwards, feeling
his new breasts tugging down on his chest even as the chestplate pushed
them up. He cringed as he gave himself another once-over, his cheeks
starting to flush. This was mortifying; he didn't look like a hero or a
genius in any way shape or form; he looked more like Rouge's biggest
fangirl.
"I... I have to fix this!" He turned and hurried to the closet's console
as fast as his tight suit and high heels would let him, trying to ignore
the click-clack of his feet on the stone floor and the feeling of his
chest bouncing up and down with every step. He quickly typed away on the
keyboard, only for three words to flash on-screen: PLEASE ENTER
PASSWORD.
"Password?" Tails asked aloud. "I didn't set a password!"
"No, but I did."
Tails snapped up straight so fast his breasts nearly hit him in the face
and he spun to face the familiar voice, only to stumble and have to grab
the auto-closet to keep his balance. Cursing his provocative footwear,
he looked up at the intruder, a shapely white bat wearing clothing
matching Tails' current outfit. She was leaning against the doorway, a
smirk on her face and a closed laptop in her hand.
"Hello there, Tails," she said playfully, giving him a quick look from
head to toe and back again. "Love the new look."
"Rouge, what're you doing here?" Tails asked, his cheeks going blood-red
as something finally clicked. "Did YOU do this!?"
"Well well, they don't call you a boy genius for nothing, do they?" She
asked with a wink, sashaying over to him. Her eyes rested on his chest
for just too long to be uncomfortable before she continued. "Though,
between you and me, you're not looking like a boy ANYTHING right now."
The feminized fox huffed and glared at her, but it was impossible to
take him seriously between his pouting pink lips and pretty lashes.
"Why?"
"It MIGHT have something to do with the double-D's you're flaunting,"
she said with a smirk. "Or maybe it's the come-hither makeup job, or
the-"
"WHY did you DO this!?" Tails yelled, stamping his foot in anger and,
much to his chagrin and Rouge's amusement, making his chest wobble even
more.
"Oh of course, how silly of me!" Rouge grinned. She turned her gaze to
the ceiling as she tapped her chin with one finger. "Let's see, why did
I do this...? For starters, as a special agent deceit and impersonation
are key skills I can't risk getting rusty on. I need to keep sharp, so
tricking the most intelligent person in Station Square is a pretty good
measuring stick. Plus, I wanted to put my hacking skills to the test,
and no one has a more secure system than you, Tailsy. The letter gave me
a chance to practice my forgery too," She scratched the side of her head
and let out a melodramatic sigh. "But the biggest and most important
reason of all..."
She turned to face him, leaning so close that their chestplates were
less than an inch apart.
"I was bored."
Tails eyes widened and he grit his teeth. "You... you were BORED!?" he
screamed as he suddenly lunged for the bat. Unfortunately for him, the
agent had a lot more experience with their shared look and she easily
sidestepped his attack, while he stumbled over his own feet and fell
forward. Rouge was quick and grabbed him, her hand accidentally-but-on-
purpose groping his breast and electing yet another cute yelp from him.
"My my, someone needs to watch their step~!" She teased, standing Tails
up and helping him get his balance. "You should be thankful I didn't
make you wear my stilettos!"
Tails pulled away, his hands crossed over his sizeable chest
protectively and unwittingly giving himself a very demure and girlish
pose. "Ch-Change me back, Rouge!" he ordered as he furrowed his brow,
utterly failing to look intimidating.
"Oh, don't worry, I will," she said with a dismissive wave and a giggle.
"But first, we're going to have some fun. Think of it as a girl's day
out, just the two of us~!"
Tails felt his cheeks burning with anger and he sneered at the
temptress, narrowing his eyes. "You're joking, right? What makes you
think I'd agree to this? You KNOW I can crack my own system!"
"Oh sure, given enough time," Rouge answered with a sly smile. "But
while you were pretty-ing yourself up, I made a few calls..."
"Hey, Tails!"
The fox felt ice run down his back as he heard an all-too-familiar voice
calling from his front room.
"I came as quickly as I could, and I brought Knuckles and Amy just like
you asked!" Sonic shouted. "Where are you?"
"Oh no," Tails looked to the entrance of his workshop, already hearing
movement as they made their way through his house. "No no no no no no!
I-I can't let them see me like THIS!"
"Hm, such a pickle, sweetie~" Rouge said with a flippant lilt in her
voice. "Sure you don't want to have some fun with me?"
Tails gulped, glancing at the door, then at Rouge, then back again
twice.
"I... I..."
"Aw, that's a pity," Rouge said with a smirk, before she cleared her
throat.
"Hey, guys! I'm through here!" she yelled in a passable mimicry of
Tails' voice. "And I've got two BIG things to show you!"
"ROUGE, NO!" Tails screamed and tried to grab her, but once again the
spy-bat was just too agile and dodged him easily. She cocked her hip to
the side and checked the curvy fox out of her way, knocking him against
his workbench once more. The wrench he had used to build the closet
clattered on the floor as Rouge sailed to his workshop's window.
"Have fun, Miles 'Tits' Prower~!" She said with a mocking laugh, before
she vanished out of sight.
"W-Wait!" he yelled, but it was too late and the door to his shop
opened.
"Hey, Tails, what did you..." Sonic froze mid-sentence. "...holy-!"
"Whoa-ho!" Knuckles said with a shocked expression. "Yeesh, Tails, if
you were going for a new role model couldn't you at least pick a GUY?"
"Tails!?" Amy gasped, her hands flying to her cheeks while her eyes flew
to something else. "OmiGAWD! LOOK at the size of those things! Is THIS
what you get up to when no one's around!?"
"N-No!" Tails cried desperately, using his arms and tails to try and
cover himself. "I-It's not what you think, I can explain!"
"Well, we're listening," Sonic said with a frown, folding his arms and
giving Tails a stern look.
"O-Okay..." He gulped and took a few wobbly steps forward. He had to
start at the beginning, let them know about Rouge's letter. "Okay, I
have to tell you something. The truth is-"
He was cut off as the heel of his boot caught on the wrench and he lost
his balance. He stumbled forward, crashing against Sonic. He opened his
eyes... and found himself staring directly into Sonic's green ones,
their lips pressed together in an unmistakable smooch. His eyes widened
and his face burned red under his fur. Tails had just given his first
kiss to his childhood hero.
"MPH!?" Tails screamed.
"MMPH!!" Sonic replied. The pair pulled back, their lips making an
audible "mwah!" noise as they finally separated.
Knuckles' eyes were like saucers and his jaw looked like it was about to
hit the floor. "No freakin' way."
"THIS is what you had to tell us!?" Amy screeched, her face rivaling
Knuckles' fur with rage.
"N-No!" Tails protested, but Sonic quickly shoved him off (his hands
unwittingly grasping Tails' new bust in the process) and scrambled to
his feet.
"Okay yeah cool thanks for telling us Tails I gotta go see ya!" Sonic
said rapidly, hurrying out.
"Sonic, wait!" Tails pleaded, but Sonic was already gone. He groaned,
only to realise a shadow was looming over him.
"Tails...!" Amy growled, her Piko Piko Hammer at the ready.
"A-Amy..." he gulped and staggered back. "Wait, l-let me explain!"
Looking around, Tails turned his attention to Knuckles. "H-Help!"
"Uh..." Knuckles looked at Amy, who returned with a fierce glare. The
echidna gulped and backed off. "Love to, kid, but I think the Master
Emerald's calling, gotta go!" And in an instant, he was gone too.
"TAILS...!" Amy raised her weapon over her head. Tails face paled and he
leapt to the side, barely dodging it. He sprinted for the door (or
rather, hobbled quickly to the door) as Amy was almost literally on his
tails.
"GET BACK HERE, YOU TWIN-TAILED HUSSY!" She screamed.
"Amy! It was an accident, I didn't mean it!" Tails yelled back, too
frightened to even notice the people in the streets watching the pair of
them. By-standers gasped, some stared, some even took pictures and
videos. Somehow, maybe a combination of adrenaline, necessity and sheer
self-preservation, Tails managed to JUUUUST keep ahead of Amy's reach
despite his clumsy outfit, his breasts bouncing every which way as his
high heels clicked on the sidewalk and caught everyone's attention.
Well, everyone that Amy's screams hadn't already alerted.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU KISSED HIM, TAILS, YOU BIG-BOOBED BRAT!"
"It's not like that!"
"I WAS MEANT TO BE HIS FIRST KISS!"
"I-It was my first too!"
"YOU'RE GOING TO NEED ALL THAT MAKEUP WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU, JUST
YOU WAIT!"
"Someone help!"
* * * * *
A couple of miles away, Rouge sat on top of a radio tower. She crossed
her legs and dangled them over the side, setting her laptop on her
thighs and opening it.
"Ah, what a fun few days that was," she said to no one. "Shame I
couldn't stay to see the fireworks. Of course, I can still hear them..."
She giggled and cupped a hand over her ear, her naturally amplified
hearing letting her know the situation even at this far away.
"YOU CAN'T RUN IN THOSE HEELS FOREVER YOU... YOU-YOU-YOU BIMBO!"
"Aaaaaaah!"
She giggled to herself before she turned back to her computer. "Now
let's see..."
With a few types, she found herself on Tails' blog. She chuckled, having
set up a few hidden cameras in his workshop, and now it was time for the
last step. She had already gotten into his account, replacing his nice
blue and white homepage with a lovely pink, purple and black one. At the
top of the page, she'd swappwed the title graphic from a blocky blue
"Tails Terrific Tool Tips" to a white cursive "Miss Prower's Den of
Desire", decorated with a large red lipstick-stain emblem. She moved to
the photos section and uploaded what she had taken, carefully deleting
any that gave away that his transformation was unwilling.
She chuckled and replaced his avatar, a picture of his smiling face,
with a close-up of his furry cleavage, and then she began to type a new
post.
'Hey, guys, finally finished my new auto closet and gave myself the
makeover I've always wanted
Mei
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