"Where are we?" Asked Effie surprised. Both she and Dennis had felt it. It was like a rush of air, similar to how she felt when she knew a wifi signal was around. It was like lightning had struck in front of her eyes, and reality- that is, the 'real' world flickered around them as if someone was playing with a light switch.
Suddenly everything seemed to get brighter, then everything got back to a kind of 'normality' again... but hues and colours seemed more vibrant.
Dennis glanced at his editor, and ran a few diagnostics to their host. "It... looks like our host went through an upgrade step?" He asked. The signs were certainly there. In particular they seemed to have access to more resources between them.
"W-what?" Effie raised her eyes in surprise. "Is she okay?"
"Everything seems to be fine. I'm just not sure what triggered it." It appeared to be a collection of various programs, all interacting with each other. Dennis realised with some embarrassment he was looking at the digital equivalent of puberty in a little girl. "I- think our host grew up a bit."
"Is she okay?" Effie repeated, checking their link to Mikey.
"She seems to be fine."
Mickey stared at herself in shock in the mirror, glancing behind at the reflection of her slug-girl sister Jon. She wasn't 'nervous' exactly still. But this was the sign, right? The thing that people saw most that made her a girl. She gently reached out a hand to touch the strange structure. Being a robot girl and not flesh and blood, there was a certain 'hardness' to it. Though it did press back like her skin, it didn't seem to push down that far. This gave a little illusion of appearing larger then they really were.
"I- I'm growing breasts," Said Mickey looking to Jon.
Jon gave an encouraging smile to her sister. "Yes... but.. it's okay right? That's what happens to girls."
Mickey stared down a bit still. "But... if I wont...you know- about the bleeding- why do I have breasts?"
Jon wasn't too sure, she admitted to herself. Still she wanted to give her sister some assurances. "You're still a girl robot, Mickey," she said thoughtfully. "Breasts I guess... just makes sure others know that too." Jon did have to wonder if they would have any other function other then as a secondary sexual characteristic... would Mickey lactate if she had a child? If so, what would she make? Certainly not milk... yet it appeared that Mickey's form was modelled after a female human... a mammal... so it wouldn't be impossible that her body would have something more to it. "Breasts are... there to feed children. Maybe it will have some purpose for that to you too?" Jon wished she could offer more precise information.
Mickey felt herself get a little shyer at the thought but couldn't quite know what to say at this. Jon was right, this was perfectly normal- even if neither of them knew what it ultimately meant. She just wasn't prepared for it- yet. What would they look like? "Um... sis?" She asked, using that word...
Jon tilted her head. "Yeah?"
"C-could I see what yours look like?" Mickey's eyes did a very good impression of a blush but if she couldn't ask her sister, who could she ask?
Jon gasped. "Uh- well-" She thought a bit about it but modesty in front of her little sister, probably wasn't needed- and Mickey wanted to know what hers might look like some day... It was a legitimate question, and Jon decided that there was no harm in showing her.
The slug girl carefully peeled her top layers of clothes off, showing them.
"W-Wow. M-Mine could look like that?" The Robot girl asked glancing down at herself. It was hard to think was even possible. Yet it certainly looked like it would happen? Eventually?
Jon felt just a little embarrassed but not too much. They were family it didn't mean much to show. Right? Still she quickly put her bra back on. "Are you going to be okay Mikey?"
"Yeah... I think so," she said calmly. "It's just weird you know?" The robot girl put on her clothes again, noting carefully how her chest looked. It was actually more noticeable the more she looked. She had a memory of herself in this mirror and could easily get percentage differences of all aspects of her body... but it told her nothing. How would a person who saw her yesterday, react to her today? Being a little taller might be noticed... but would they notice her chest?
"It is weird," agreed Jon. She gave her sister a hug. "but... we'll be in this together."
Mickey smiled and hugged back. "T-thanks sis," she said quickly.
Adam had to call in sick for work. She was lying in bed, The harpy's stomach was not doing well at all. What in the world did she eat? It wasn't a pain she felt exactly, but a kind of... fullness? Going to the bathroom didn't help though, and it was confusing to her.
She squeezed her stomach and... thought she felt something. But she just didn't know what it was. The harpy was about ready to go to the hospital when- suddenly it happened. Whatever was going, she could feel a pressure being released, and something going deep inside her. It was like being in a lift when it slowly stopped. For a while she thought maybe her bird stomach disagreed with something she must have ate- even if that theory didn't make much sense, who would have thought she would turn into a harpy?
She relaxed a little as the pressure was released, and the discomfort easing. It was obviously over- but then something even stranger happened. It was like something inside her was.... pulling open?
Adam bolted out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom. Squatting down she could feel the pain just getting worse and worse. "Oh- Hell!" She cried out. She had to go to the hospital. Was something seriously wrong inside her guts? What happened to her? Was she dying? The idea of going out like Elvis made her feel a sense of panic, as she jumped off the seat to try and reach her telephone. She had to call a hospital-
But something warm was forcing itself out of her body. Adam felt things just push and push. It confused her senses so much, her body had decided to go on auto-pilot. She tried to stop whatever was happening but the urge was unyielding to conscious desire. She heard the sound of something hard fall into the ground and feared it was probably something vital- but she was still alive. The harpy felt herself catch her breath, as she found herself crawling to ... an... egg?! The damn thing was huge!
Adam felt sick bile rise. She wanted to vomit, but lacked the energy and- Oh God not another! But yes, Adam was forced to squat as yet another egg came out of her... and another...and.. even again, one more... until finally, the last came out.
The harpy had made a total of four eggs. She could feel things inside close, and was brought to the brink of exhaustion. She crawled into the bathtub, and used her claw-feet to turn the tap open. The shower head started up, it was cold at first, but warmed up quickly. Adam felt the damp water sooth her a little as she coughed, crying stinging tears. She wanted this to be just a dream, but it wasn't one she was going to wake up from.
"Honey are you okay in there?" The voice of her mother called.
Adam panicked. She didn't lock the door! But- the eggs she had to protec- No wait this was her mother! And why did she have to protect anything? ".. Mom... I..."
her mother came in, blinking at the scene in front of her. "Oh honey..." she said softly.
