Planet Cybertron.
Home to the technologically-advanced species known as Cybertronians.
Though they are better known to many as…
THE TRANSFORMERS


For eons, a great war has consumed their planet and worlds beyond as the noble Autobots fight to end the wicked Decepticons’ conquest of the universe, eventually taking both sides off-world and crash landing them on the small planet Earth indefinitely.


In his absence, the Decepticon leader Megatron appointed the Cybertronian known as Shockwave to act as a “guardian” for their home planet, and directed him to begin rebuilding the planet in his image for when the Decepticons would return.


The only thing keeping the machinations of this mad scientist from progressing is a 6-strong group of resistance fighters under the command of Elita One.
Long believed dead by both sides of the great war, Elita and her squad have survived many dangers as they keep Shockwave in check in a miniature scale version of the war currently being waged on Earth.


This survival has heavily relied on the female freedom fighters keeping alert at all times and making sure that no patrol drones were able to follow them back to their hideout, and most days were spent sneaking undetected into Shockwave’s energon caches and sneaking back out with the precious fuel.


Unfortunately, today is not like most days.
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*BLAM*


A shot from one of the drones narrowly missed Elita’s faceplate and hit the wall beside her.
Quickly turning around, the energon-colored leader fired a few blasts from her rifle, ensuring that what was left of the drone would have a one-way trip to the junkpile.


Failing to notice a drone to her right, she was surprised to hear a rifle ring out and see the decommissioned robot fall to the ground with a hole through its torso.


“There’s another! How many have you got so far, boss?”
Moonracer, the very scout Elita had gone to rescue after being spotted on patrol, shot a playful remark to her commander, never once taking her optics off of her scope as she fell drone after drone with perfect precision.


For all that skill, you’d never know she was a trained sniper from her attitude, which was almost that of a young sparkling. She treated most things like a game and was far more relaxed in combat than her comrades ever were, which was truly welcome as her energy provided some amount of hope for even the most war-hardened soldiers that things would get better.


“We can’t stay here for fun Moonracer, we’re outnumbered and there’s more incoming!”
Elita knew that for as skilled as they were, the number of drones would soon overwhelm them.
“Then let’s transform and roll out of here!” Moonracer exclaimed with her usual excitement.


In a flash, both the female Autobots transformed into their vehicle forms and sped down the alleyways of the abandoned city, closely followed by their drone assailants. Both of them knew they would need to lose the pursuers before returning to base, and so split off down two opposite streets in the blink of an eye, the cluster of drones following suit.


As Elita sped down the straightaway, she heard the drones readying their blasters once more, and swerved out of the way of a laser volley that would’ve totaled her if she hadn’t dodged it in time. Through this storm of blaster fire, the drones followed her like they were welded to her tailgate, swerving out of the way of rubble and fallen street signs she tried to get them caught in.


“Shockwave must have upgraded their AIs since last time”, she thought to herself.
“Luckily, an AI is still an AI, and that gives me room to be creative”.


Turning a corner gave her just the creativity she needed, as she saw a near-broken piece of overpass hanging above the path she was on. If she was in bot-mode, she would have smirked as she deployed her forward guns and took aim, the drones still close behind and preparing to fire at her again.


With two well-placed shots, the supports began to crumble and the overpass broke apart. Flooring it and accelerating to her limit, she just had to make it through before it fell on her.
“Come on, Come on, Come on…”
*CRASH*


With a screech of rubber as she skidded to a halt, Elita transformed and observed her handiwork with a smile. The collapse had caught the marauding drones beneath tons upon tons of rubble, crushing and deactivating them completely.


“And here I was thinking Shockwave had upped his game from when Optimus joined us”, she sarcastically remarked. Sighing, she gazed up at the starry sky above Cybertron and thought of her love, the leader of the Autobots that were fighting Megatron on Earth.


“One day, my dear. One day we’ll be free of this conflict, together again.”


Without another word, she shifted modes and drove off once more, activating her radio channels to see if Moonracer had also managed to dispose of her pursuers.
“Moonracer, come in. I’ve dealt with my share of drones. Have you lost the ones tailing you?”
A steady crackle of static was all she received, causing both worry and confusion. There wasn’t any interference that should be happening, with the lack of tall buildings and no jamming equipment in the sector after Shockwave abandoned it.


Though she did hear a faint sound in the distance, a sound of…
Jet engines?


*BOOM*


Suddenly a series of lightning bolts struck the road around her without warning, nearly blinding her sensors as she reflexively swerved from the sparks.
“By Primus, what is this!? An energy storm doesn’t happen this fast normally! What’s-”


Without a warning, a bolt struck her with a powerful blast of electricity through her circuits, cutting her off from finishing her thought and frying her systems. As she unconsciously flew through the air from the impact, her body reverted back to her bot-mode as she tumbled further, eventually coming to a stop several feet away. Groaning from the shock, she fought a losing battle against her fading consciousness, when the sound of another Cybertronian transforming and landing near her caught what was left of her attention.


“W-what… who is…” She murmured, before her systems fully shut down and she went inert.
A winged shadow fell over her motionless frame as the other Cybertronian approached and merely chuckled to themselves at the sight. 
“Hmm, and to think Shockwave’s had trouble getting rid of you for all these eons…”








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“Ugh…”
Elita’s systems began to come back online, still frazzled from the lighting bolt but mostly rebooted and intact. “Mostly” didn’t seem to count her blurry optics as she slowly opened them, and all she could see was an expanse of floor moving beneath her. She could feel something or someone holding her arms up and dragging her along, her boots lightly scraping against the floor.


A bright light ahead drew her still-aching head upwards, squinting to see through the now-open doorway ahead, though it wasn’t until she and her captors had made it through that she realized where they were…
Shockwave’s laboratory.


The personal sanctum of Megatron’s appointed “Guardian” of Cybertron, littered with view screens and computers running any number of calculations, a neat row of the purple scientist’s inventions positioned against the far wall, and a familiar tank of acid stored in one corner.


“Release her”, a monotone voice suddenly boomed from ahead.
Elita felt the grips on her arms fall away, and she fell forward on her knees, just barely catching herself before slamming faceplate-first into the floor.


“Oof! Don’t be too gentle now…” she sarcastically spat at her captors.
As she struggled to stand up, her optics finished adjusted to the light of the room, and instinctively she turned to look who had been responsible for dragging her all this way, seeing two generic troopers and a sharp-blue Seeker she knew all too well.


“Well hello, Ion Storm. Rain down any storms on Shockwave’s drones for fun, lately?”
She said with a grimace.
Of all the Rainmakers, Ion Storm was easily her least favorite, because at least the other members of the trine didn’t mouth off so much.

The Seeker smirked with a dry laugh.
“Nope, not as of late. Elita,” he said with a mocking bow, “a pleasure to see you again.”
“Though I think I should apologize, I wasn’t supposed to shock you that hard on the road earlier. Got a little carried away, you could say~”


Elita rolled her optics and sighed, already over Ion Storm’s patronizing excuse for politeness.
“Oh please. Spare me the theatrics, Decepticon. If you’re going to offline me just try it already.”


“Pfft, offline you?” He laughed with a knowing look on his smug faceplate.
He turned to the bot at the table ahead. “Hey Shocks, she thinks we’re gonna offline her!”


This took the fembot aback, as she had figured they had captured her to terminate her.
Of course, this could only mean that Shockwave had some ulterior motive to spare her for now.


“So, Shockwave,” she said as she turned back around, “What’s your game then?”


The cycloptic Decepticon didn’t respond, still bent over his work desk tinkering with something Elita couldn’t see save for occasional sparks from either side.


Shockwave was never one for trivial conversation, but this amount of silence from him was unsettling, even more so while Elita was weighing her options for escape. She couldn’t goad him into a distracting tangent if he was unresponsive, and with Ion Storm currently blocking the exit she couldn’t exactly run.


She tried again, while trying to look around and figure out what was absorbing his attention.
“Hmm, you’ve got to have some sort of plot, otherwise you’d have already disposed of me.”
Still nothing. Quieter than the dead sectors littering Cybertron.
Relaxing her posture, she crossed her arms. “Well, don’t give away the surprise before it’s fini-”


Without a word, the scientist whipped his one hand around, and what Elita saw in that split-second was some kind of blaster with his finger on the trigger, before he fired it and directly hit her midsection with a jolt of yellow energy.


The impact threw her backwards onto her rear, the energy permeating the entirety of her frame.
“AAGH, COME ON!” she cried as she struggled to move, optics shut tight from the pain of the shock. Getting zapped with a blast of electricity once today was enough, and here she was having it happen all over again.


Only this time, the energy died down after a short time, unlike when Ion Storm’s attack rendered her totally unconscious. She opened her optics and looked down at her body, confused as to what the blast did as the sparks fizzled off her frame, since it didn’t follow her expectations.
Laying a hand on her chest above her spark, she didn’t feel any different, which only added to her confusion.


“What… was that even supposed to do?” She questioned as she gradually stood back up.
“Yeah Shockwave, what’s the deal? You had us drag her all this way for that?!”
Hearing Ion Storm’s query and turning led her to correctly assume the true plan Shockwave created had been concealed from all save him, based on the Rainmaker’s puzzled expression.


“That was the beginning of an experiment that you, Elita, are the subject for.”
This sudden burst of dialogue from Shockwave caused her to spin around and find the scientist standing directly behind her, startling her with how quietly he had moved.


Her confusion reached a new high with that last statement. “Experiment?”


“Indeed,” he nodded.
Without another word he tapped a button on a datapad he held in his good hand.
“Experiment log. First full test of my liquid helium hypothesis has commenced.”
“Your what?!” She incredulously exclaimed, before doubling over as a sudden discomfort enveloped her midsection where the electric shock had initially struck.


“Ack! Wha-*hrg*, what… did you do… to me?” Elita struggled to finish her thought through the pain, clutching her abdomen as she felt something amiss within her internal mechanisms and heard…
Hissing?


She peered down at her frame again, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary, save for the constant hissing that was coming from somewhere on her body.
“Shockwave,” she hesitantly asked again, “what have you done?”


Shockwave once again ignored her question, though he did appear as interested as he usually could be at the sound emanating from her frame.
“It seems the process has begun, internal conversion from liquid to gas is already underway.”
He noted something down on his datapad, still indifferent , which was the last straw for Elita.


“SHOCKWAVE!”
This outburst was unbecoming of her, but it had finally gotten his attention as he turned.
“What did you do?” she spat as she regained control of her temper.


The cycloptic Decepticon said nothing and merely stared at her with his unblinking yellow optic, before looking down at her midsection and back up at her faceplate, almost pointedly.


As he did, she felt something brush against her arm. She looked down again and saw that something had changed.
Quite drastically, in fact.


Much to Elita’s shock, her entire midsection had billowed outwards like a spare tire around her abdomen and was continuing to grow as she observed it!
She gasped as she took it all in. “By Primus!” She prodded the mass, and watched in horror as it depressed around her digit and bounced back into shape afterwards.


The mesh of her underlying protoform had indeed allowed for increased flexibility as her expanding abdomen, as it usually did when she changed into her alt-mode so no mechanisms would damage it, but it certainly wasn’t meant for… whatever this was that was happening.


“If you insist on repeating yourself, I shall elaborate.”
Elita perked up at Shockwave’s comment, her expression still a mix of confusion and fear.


Not taking his optic off his datapad, the scientist had a hint of aggravation to his voice.
“Cybertronians have liquid helium running throughout their bodies as coolant for their internal systems and mechanisms. And as I’m sure you know, helium is kept in a liquid state only at extremely cold temperatures.”
As she listened she saw movement out of the corner of her optic, and could only watch as the mesh of her arms also began to swell like her still-distending midsection.
“O-Oh… Oh no…” Elita murmured. Everything about this scenario was frighteningly odd to her.


As she watched her body expand, she heard Shockwave continue his explanation without missing a beat, as if he wasn’t surprised at all when it came to her ongoing plight.


“The way that the average Cybertronian body keeps the helium’s temperature so low is through a central vapor pump. This pump cools the liquid helium as it loops through the internals and spreads back out through the body, ensuring.”
He continued noting observations on the datapad, and Elita figured he was recording what was happening as part of this ‘experiment’.


Attempting to regain her composure, she planned her next questions carefully.
“So what does this anatomy lesson have to do with what’s- Agh!” The femme stumbled as her legs suddenly began to follow suit with her arms and torso, her mesh-covered backside and upper legs billowing outwards faster than the rest of her body, her once svelte frame growing more voluptuous with each passing nanocycle.


Sparing a hand as she observed her growing aft, she caressed the expanse of white material and watched as it wobbled and compressed under her touch. It still baffled her as to how it was happening, but for once she didn’t feel too panicked with the new size of her… proportions.


She slightly smiled as her mind momentarily wandered, imagining how her dear Optimus would react to her wider figure, but quickly tried to bury those indulgent ideas so as to focus on the current situation, as she was still blowing up larger.


She also felt some warmth growing below the mesh of her rear, which was even odder, until…
Something clicked.
“The coolant...” she started realizing. “My circuits… are heating up? But how?”


She could hear a scoff from Shockwave as she spoke.
“I’m surprised it took you this long to even begin to catch onto this part of the process, Elita,”
he stated, barely sparing her a glance up from his datapad.
“The shock I blasted you with hasn’t done anything but short out your central vapor pump by matching and canceling out the wavelength of the pump’s energy consumption.”


Elita’s optics widened as she finally realized what was happening within her frame.
“B-but that would mean…” she stammered as she continued to grow. The warmth had now spread across her entire body and was steadily rising.


“Indeed,” Shockwave said, “the coolant within you has stagnated and is warming up.”
“As such, the helium is reverting to a gas state now that the cooling cycle has been interrupted.”
As he said this final statement, a new groaning sound came from Elita’s body, to which she hesitantly gazed downward and beheld yet another shock; Her breastplate was beginning to distend outwards as well.


“Aah! Nonono, this can’t be happening…” she whimpered in distress.
She tried to reach up and feel her chest, but stopped once she noticed that the plating of her upper arms had also begun to warp and bend unnaturally.
“The heat, it’s warming my armor!” she exclaimed as she deduced the only possible reason for her armor to also act this way.


Not only was her bare mesh expanding as the helium within her filled up more and more of her body, but the heat from the rest of her internal circuits was causing her armor plating to heat up and flex along with her engorged form.
It was happening as her arms expanded, as her breastplate billowed out, and she assumed it was also happening to her waist armor, which she could no longer see below her inflated midsection.


On top of this, the heat within her body was starting to affect her circuits, as a general lightheadedness took hold of her within moments.
“Ugh, too hot…” she groaned, losing coherency as the final stage of her transformation began…
She started to become rounder.


As she continued to grow impossibly large, her legs were slowly beginning to merge into her nearly-spherical torso. Through the building heat and constant hissing of helium, she could hear and feel her boots scraping against the floor as her legs were forced apart into wider and wider stances, the once-slender legs each adopting a conical shape.
The same was happening to her arms, the swelling gradually filling them out until they grew so stiff with gas that she couldn’t drop them at her sides anymore. Despite her weak attempts to move them down, the expansion of her torso continued to force them upwards as they too were slowly absorbed into her body.


The growth of her torso began to eclipse all her individual limbs, so much so that those same limbs began to implode as they were absorbed even further by her growth, her armor and extremities slowly being swallowed into divots in the helium-filled expanses around them.


Still dazed from the heat, Elita mentally fought to get her thoughts in order as even her faceplate puffed up, limiting her view of her body and her surroundings further.
“Need to… move… Get out... of here…” she muttered, and she tried to haul herself forward with what power she had left, in a desperate attempt to escape her predicament.


However, her feet were now contending with her armored groin for contact with the ground beneath her, and only after a few waddles one misplaced kick lost her that precarious balance and the little remaining control she had over her cumbersome frame.
“Whoa whoa whoa- Oof!”
She winced in pain as she toppled over and landed on her breastplate with a thud, her armor’s weight negating the lightness of her helium-filled body and adding to the impact.
She slowly opened her optics as she struggled to process anything through the heat and pressure, but all she could make out was the hazy silhouette of Shockwave standing before her.


“Hmm, it seems this data will be of sufficient use after all,” he mused as he looked down at Elita’s helmeted head, lodged deep within its respective divot, an expression of tired discomfort emblazoned upon her faceplate.
“Though I didn’t expect you to grow this large. It’s logical to believe that… you’ll soon burst.”
He finished, almost with a hint of smug malice in his voice


Before this whole ordeal began, Elita would’ve gasped at the idea, but all she could muster the energy to do now was lightly groan through her swollen faceplate and shut her optics tight.


If ever she was going to rupture, now would be it. She had grown so large she couldn’t believe any part of her would ever return to normal, and the heat of her internals was nearly unbearable.
Still she grew, the heat reaching new levels, the pressure still rising…
Larger…
Tighter…
Hotter…


Just before the accumulated heat within her frame could reach dangerous levels and begin affecting her vital circuits, her emergency venting systems activated as the panels in what used to be her shoulders opened and began working to disperse the build-up.
She opened her optics, surprised and relieved to feel the heat dissipate and the accompanying pressure finally plateau, as the gas inside her body had run its course.


But it was too little too late, as relief turned to panic, for her involuntary growth was complete.
Elita One, the fierce warrior and resistance leader, had rounded out into a giant metal orb.


She had grown to nearly 3 times her normal size in height, and many times her normal width as all present in the room except her could see, but she could certainly feel it. The once thin physique of the energon-colored fembot had ballooned out into a massive parody of its former self, wobbling ever-so-slightly as the gaseous helium circulated inside her.
Her flexible underlying mesh bulged out from everywhere underneath her solid armor, which had cooled down again rendering its new shape mostly permanent.
Her limbs had been completely merged into her bloated torso, leaving only her extremities separate in their own compressed divots and rendering her immobile, save for the occasional useless flapping of her hands and kicking of her feet.
And to top it all off, her faceplate had also been forcibly expanded, so much so that the sides of her helmet had been bent out of shape and any words she tried to speak were muffled.


The sound of hissing had finally ceased, now replaced with a steady groaning and creaking emanating from the overextended mesh material around her body.
“Mmph, too big… sooo full…” she managed to groan to herself, bemoaning her current state. As her body had expanded, her sensory circuits had been forced to stretch all throughout her distended frame, and as such the overwhelming feeling of tautness was all that filled her mind, until she heard footsteps to her right.


“Subject has been completely incapacitated by the helium’s conversion to a gaseous state.”
The voice of Shockwave came from around her circumference, the scientist deeply engrossed in studying his corpulent captive’s body and documenting her condition on his datapad.


As he marched around the femme Autobot’s bulging midriff, he reached out and prodded it with the arm cannon that replaced his left hand, observing the tip of the cannon vanish as he pressed into the mesh, testing its elasticity.
Of course, this poking did nothing to alleviate Elita’s pressure problem, and only exacerbated the painful fullness inside her for brief moments as Shockwave finished his ‘tests’.


He made his way back to her head, nestled within its divot at what was the top of her body before she had tumbled forward, and finally stopped typing on the datapad.


“And that concludes the experiment. Thank you for participating, Elita,” he stated plainly, though Elita could swear she heard a touch of sarcasm in his voice.
She groaned again, an angry expression on her swollen faceplate.
“I’ll get you for this, Shockwave!” she defiantly exclaimed.
“I highly doubt that. Ion Storm,” he addressed the seeker by the door, “have your troops move her to prisoner storage. Don’t bother with a cell.”


Throughout the whole experiment, Ion Storm had a look of pure shock on his faceplate, but Shockwave’s words finally snapped him out of his incredulousness at the pink orb before him.
“Uh, sure thing,” he said nervously, “but how exactly do you expect us to get her out of here?”


An exasperated sigh emanated from the scientist, before he grabbed a nearby remote and pushed a button on it, and as he did a wall on the far side of the room to Elita’s left opened upwards, revealing a clear path ahead to a nearby building.
The blue Seeker shrugged. “Huh, I guess that works. Well, let’s get to work, boys!”
He and the two soldiers moved to one side of Elita’s massive body, and got into position after Ion Storm directed them to where they needed to work from.


“W-wait, y-you can’t…” she stammered, before feeling the generics’ hands press into her body and begin pushing her with all their might, and before long she was rolling smoothly across the lab, albeit with some difficulty due to her sizable chest offsetting her balance.
Satisfied at his orders being carried out, the cycloptic scientist turned back to his desk, and began tinkering with the same blaster, as if the entirety of the prior events had not taken place.


“Now to begin outfitting drones with this tech as standard issue,” he remarked as he worked.
“And with it, your resistance will be no more, and Cybertron will finally be open to my plans.”
Elita gasped at the idea of the rest of her squad sharing her fate as she was rolled away through the bay doors by Ion Storm and the generics, and a newfound vigor caused her to begin flapping her hands and feet frantically in a futile attempt to move under her own power.


“Ugh, no!” she grunted as she squirmed. “Shockwave, I swear if you hurt them!”
Shockwave turned to her one last time. “Not any more than this hurt you. Goodbye, Elita One.”
And with these final words, he pressed the remote’s button again and the door began to lower as Ion Storm, the generics, and the inflated Elita hoved out of view.
The last of Elita’s desperate cries grew quieter as the door shut and she rolled further away.
“Shockwave! Please, not my squad! Noooo…”








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It took a while for the three Decepticons to move the globular Autobot to the prisoner storage building, but they eventually reached the entrance, where one of the generics 
The main door opened, and to say it was a snug fit to shove the massive femme through was an understatement, as Elita could feel her helmet spikes scrape against the roof of the entrance while being rolled by her captors.


“Shockwave always finds new ways to make me wish I followed Megs,” huffed a tired Ion Storm.
For all the helium filling Elita, she was surprisingly heavy, which made rolling her fairly laborious.
“You’re… telling… me...” Elita murmured as she spun, hoping the dizziness would end soon.


They stopped once they felt her softly collide with the wall at the end of the room, and rotated her until she was pushed back to an upright position, before taking a moment to rest.
Ion Storm observed the pink ball as she rocked back-&-forth slowly on her groin, and chuckled.
“Man, glad that’s over. You should be good there until Shocks decides what to do with you.”


Elita mustered her strength and spoke up. “Ion Storm, why do you waste your talents working for Shockwave, when you could be using them to help Cybertron with the Autobots?”
She reasoned that if she couldn’t resist physically, she might as well try to do so vocally.


This attempt elicited a groan from the blue Seeker before he rose to his feet again.
“Oh-no please, of all the things, don’t do that!” He exclaimed, fed up with just about everything.
“After rolling your fat aft all this way, I don’t think I can handle a sanctimonious, Optimus-brand speech about morals right now. Just sit there and stay quiet, or by the pit, I’ll make you quiet.”
He emphasized this last comment with a jab to her midsection, causing another spike of pressure-pain through Elita’s body, and making the consequences of continuing clear.


Confident that he had got his message across as the spherical femme winced from the discomfort, Ion Storm turned and left, accompanied by his two soldiers. She heard their footsteps fade as the door shut, and soon she was alone to stew in her swollen helplessness.
“Ugh, I can’t believe this is even possible, let alone actually happening,” she grumbled as she gazed at what little she could see of her body in disdain. Her view was mostly blocked by the curving slope of her distended breastplate, but she knew that even if she could literally see past herself, she still couldn’t move in a meaningful way.


She was immobile, unable to control her enormous frame even slightly as it teetered on the spot, when in prior times she was almost like a goddess with her strong physique serving as something of a symbol of her and her squad surviving and resisting Shockwave’s occupation.
Even earlier just this cycle she had gracefully avoided falling debris she had used to crush a squadron of drones, and now that same debris would’ve simply bounced off her body as it was currently.


And above all that, the feeling of the gas within her was the worst part of it in her mind.
An unfathomable amount of pressure welled within her, churning like energon in a fuel tanker, like one wrong move would cause her body to give up and explode.
She felt bloated beyond belief, stretched to her limit, tighter than the Elite Guard’s protocols.
She felt…
She… felt…
comfy?


She shook her head as she banished the thought. No, that wasn’t the right word to describe it.
She was more… content? As if her mind was telling her that she wanted to stay like this.
This confused her greatly, even more than when she first expanded!
“Am I losing my mind?! I can’t enjoy this, it’s humiliating! It’s debilitating! It’s…” she gasped.
She closed her optics and drew her thoughts inward. “It…”
“It feels sooo good~”


She would’ve said something after the idea was born, denied it or scolded herself for thinking it, but now she had lost herself within her thoughts, mulling over her situation and all of its facets.


She was helpless, yes. But as her mind wrestled with the feelings inside her, she realized this meant she wouldn’t need to worry about anything important in her current state, as she couldn’t move herself to do so. And while it did sound selfish, it also sounded enticing after millenia of looking over her back and caring for her squad while fighting Shockwave.
Another factor that added to her confused mind was the heat from her non-cooled circuits and mechanisms, part of the source of her imposed immobility. The dull warmth from her internals was almost soothing, like that of a hot oil bath after a tune up, especially after her emergency venting had brought her inner temperature back down from mind-numbing levels.


As she further contemplated her conflicting feelings, she could swear that she felt the pressure inside gradually shift from causing a low discomfort to… causing something else. 
At this final notion, she jerked her optics open in total surprise at herself.
“No, n-no, I can’t seriously be considering that I actually want this!” she stammered, trying to quell her train of thought, but she was far too late to stop it from reaching one single point.
Trying as she might to deny the growing impulses in her mind, Elita realized that by even slightly embracing the emotions within her, her position on this situation had completely changed…
She was enjoying it.
No, she was really enjoying it.


Her helplessness was mentally pleasing and allowed her to focus on her inner thoughts, the heat that was once unbearable was calming to her body and mind, and the steady pressure now invoked a feeling of pleasure at the sheer amount of input her strained sensors were receiving.


She chuckled to herself with half-lidded optics, now giddy from her quickly rising comfort.
“Mhmm, very well then,” she jokingly conceded to herself, “I suppose it’s not all bad~”


Before she completely lost herself to her newfound delight, her impromptu change in heart was suddenly interrupted when she heard a sharp sound erupt from the building’s right wall, a sound that resembled screeching metal and burning laser.
Over her width, she saw a section of the wall fall to the floor with a thunderous impact, and footstep atop it afterwards, followed by a voice she recognized all too well.
“Elita? You in here, boss?”


Elita gasped and called out to the voice with a start. “Chromia! I’m here, at the end of the hall!”
Sure enough, it was Chromia, the faithful second in command of the Autobot resistance squad.
A long-time friend of Elita’s, the two of them had been through almost every scenario one could think of, always looking out for each other through thick and thin.
Elita would always trust Chromia with her life, and vice-versa.


Chromia let out a sigh of relief as she heard Elita’s confirmation and entered the building.
“Thank Primus, I was sure you’d been scrapped! After Moonracer made it back to base alone, I figured the ‘Cons must’ve intercepted you and I went out looking. Now, let’s get out of… here..”


The azure femme rounded the corner of her self-made entrance and stopped dead in her tracks, her optics wide at the utterly strange sight before her.
Elita One, her noble commander, made into a round and massive orb of metal & mesh.


Gawking at the display, Chromia struggled to comprehend just what she was beholding.
“What the scrap?! How…? Why…?”


The pink leader heard Chromia’s reaction regarding her current state and laughed.
“Well, I suppose some explanations are in order,” she said nervously.
“Though I think we should first focus on escaping, don’t you agree?”


At this query, Chromia shook herself out of her stupor and nodded.
“Right, right, okay. So what’s the plan for getting you out of here, boss?”
She approached the rotund Elita, hoping that her commander had at least some semblance of an idea for leaving Shockwave’s clutches and returning to their base unharmed.
Elita already knew the answer, embarrassed as she was to admit it to her friend.
“Well, given my current form, I think you’re going to have to… roll me.”


Chromia hesitated, then she began to move around the energon-colored ball’s side.
“Are you sure about this, boss?” she asked. “I mean, I could try to find something to-”
“Yes, my friend, I’m sure,” she heard her leader’s voice cut her off.
“Even if I returned to a normal size, my frame would still be stuck in this warped shape.”
Elita sighed, begrudgingly acknowledging that the options open to them were slim.
Reaching the point where Elita’s body met the back wall, Chromia finally acquiesced.
“Alright boss, so long as you’re sure.”


The blue femme positioned herself between her leader’s magenta-colored aft and the wall, and flexed her reinforced joints, preparing herself for the ordeal ahead.
Making sure she had a good hold on Elita’s armor and using the wall behind her as leverage, Chromia slowly pushed her leader’s rounded frame forward, lowering her onto her front far more gently than when Elita had tumbled during her expansion.


Stopping once she felt Elita’s body resist as her breastplate touched the floor, Chromia walked to the side of Elita and laid her hands upon the supple white mesh of her midsection.
“Ready?” she asked her leader.
Elita mentally prepared herself for what was to come, and answered.
“Ready.”


With this, Chromia firmly pushed into Elita’s frame, and Elita once again began to roll like she had before, only much faster thanks to Chromia’s higher strength.
Within no time, they reached the center of the room where Chromia had lasered a hole in the side wall, and stopped. With all the might she had, Chromia strained to rotate Elita on the spot and stopped once she had oriented her leader so that her head was facing the opening.


“Okay, now for the hard part,” said Chromia, slightly winded from the effort.
Thanks to Elita’s girth she couldn’t be rolled on her side through the exit, and her swollen chest made it so that rolling her forward would be nearly impossible, so Chromia was going to try and shove her through the opening head-first in the hopes that she would fit.


Moving back to behind Elita, she started pushing again, and sure enough, her plan worked.
The engorged Elita slowly slid against the floor, the edges of her armor grating against it as they neared the opening. They were so close, all they had to do was make… it… through…


With a sound of creaking mesh and a sudden jolt, Chromia felt something prevent her from pushing Elita further, even after trying to do so.
She peered around her leader’s width in confusion, and saw the thing that confirmed her fears.
The edges of the opening she had made in the wall were squeezing into the turgid Elita’s abdomen mesh, and as such had caused her to become firmly wedged in place.
“Oh, that’s not good,” Chromia muttered to herself as her expression fell.
Elita’s voice came muffled from the other side of the wall, apparently just as confused.
“Chromia? What’s happening back there?” She could feel something digging into her body, but she couldn’t see what it was from inside her head’s divot.
Chromia mentally scrambled for ideas to reply with, each less plausible than the last.
“Uh, d-don’t worry! It’s all under control,” she lied vigorously.


Resolving to the idea that all she could do was simply push harder, the blue Autobot took some steps back from the ballooned aft of her friend and readied herself.
“Sorry if this hurts, boss,” she called to Elita.
“W-wait, what do you…” Elita attempted to ask, unsure of Chromia’s plan.


Not paying attention to her leader’s remarks, Chromia dashed forward and slammed into Elita’s groin, and, planting her feet squarely, heaved her forward with all the strength she had.
Surprised by the sudden force, Elita instinctively gasped as the pressure she was just starting to enjoy spiked to the highest it had ever done since her initial expansion.
Still she wouldn’t budge, and so Chromia continued to push harder, and as she pushed against Elita’s sensitive frame, the Autobot leader’s mind began to numb again.


The feeling of Chromia pressing with such vigor not only instantly brought back Elita’s vague feelings of enjoyment from before, but increased them tenfold to the point that she couldn’t even begin to prepare herself as the mental floodgates opened.
She loved it. By the Primes, she loved it.
The feeling of her strong SIC’s hands digging into her enormous body felt better than anything she had felt before, before or during the war, for as cherished as those few moments were.
Her optics rolled up into her head as she struggled to think through the exacerbated feeling of tightness Chromia’s movements were inflicting, her sensory circuits going into overload.
Eventually it all grew too much for her to bear, when suddenly she could hold no longer and…


“OOOHH!~”


As soon as the sound left Elita’s faceplate, two things simultaneously happened.
She froze in terror, thankfully keeping herself from emitting similar sounds, and that fear was only amplified once she realized that she felt Chromia stop pushing from behind her.
Silently, she prayed to Primus that Chromia hadn’t heard her weak-willed outburst through the effort of freeing her from the wall, as mere moments of silence felt like microcycles to her.
The quiet was almost palpable, until it was broken from the other side of the wall.


“Boss?”
Elita’s optics widened in despair. Chromia had heard her. 
“Y-yes, Chromia?” she asked back hesitantly, dreading the question that was to come.
Chromia cleared her voice box and spoke back up. “Did you just… moan?”


Planning her next words carefully, Elita calmed her mind back down from the prior sensations.
“Chromia, what happened there will never be spoken of once we return to base. Am I clear?”
“Uh, y-yes ma’am. Whatever you say…”
A wide-optic Chromia shook her head, still confused but frankly not wanting to question the sound her commander had just made after everything else she’d seen this cycle alone.


She looked up over her leader’s mass and saw that, thankfully, in the midst of the… commotion, Elita’s midriff had mostly cleared the rim of the opening and was no longer stuck.


“Whew, at least there’s some good news,” she quietly remarked with a smile.
Resuming her work, Chromia started pushing once again on Elita’s armored groin, taking more care to be gentle this time, inferring that her commander would’ve asked her to if she hadn’t.
Bit by bit, Elita slid through the opening, until both her and Chromia had cleared the wall.


Walking back around to Elita’s front, Chromia was well and truly tired.
“Man, no offense, but I didn’t think you’d be that heavy, boss.”
After all the absurdity of the past cycle, this elicited a dry laugh from Elita.
“Yeah, well… I guess I’ve put on some mass lately,” she jokingly quipped back to her friend.
Equally amused, Chromia joined her in laughing, and leaned on Elita’s body as she did.
“At least it hasn’t turned out too bad, and hey,” she said, “now it’s a straight shot home.”


Suddenly, Elita’s optics widened as she remembered what had caused this entire mess.
“Chromia, wait! We can’t leave yet!” she exclaimed, confusing her SIC greatly.
“The device Shockwave used on me, we have to destroy it and all the data he has on it. If we don’t, he’ll equip all his drones with the same tech and this will happen to all of us!”
She gestured as well as she could, which amounted to waving her hands around in their divots.


A stern expression arose on Chromia’s faceplate. “Right, you got it. Stay here while I handle it.”
With this, she ran back around the building and sped off towards Shockwave’s lab, leaving her leader alone again, questioning whether or not her last comment was a joke.


As she sat there, massive and immobile, the thoughts of what had transpired crept back in, and she found herself groaning in utter embarrassment at the sound she had so eagerly let out.
“I can’t believe I lost control like that…” Elita grumbled to herself.
In all her millenia of leadership, she had always strived to keep her emotions in check and keep a level head for the benefit of her team, and here she was so blatantly giving in to ecstasy through feelings that she wasn’t even sure were hers, or even where they had come from.


Did she really develop them right there as she expanded in the lab and as Chromia was squeezing her, or had they always been there, embedded in her innermost circuits, waiting to be awoken and set loose by a scenario such as this?
How would she explain it to her squad? She already knew Chromia was bound to question it again once they were out of danger, and yet she still had no answer she was certain of.
Another facet to this, she realized, was how her squad would think of her if they did find out about her unprofessional reaction to such pleasure. Would they still be willing to stand by her if they learned the truth, that she had enjoyed becoming a giant, plump, sensitive balloon?
Suddenly, a quickly approaching sound of footsteps pulled her out of her thoughts and made her panic since she still couldn’t see around herself, when Chromia skidded to a stop in front of her faceplate, evidently in a frantic hurry.
“We need to go. NOW.” Without another word, she dashed to Elita’s side and began pushing into her, and in no time at all she was rolling again as the pair swiftly made an exit from the grounds of Shockwave’s base of operations.


“Chromia? What happened?” she asked as a familiar dizzy feeling returned.
“Oh, nothing much,” the blue femme gasped. “Just a little skirmish with the guards.”
“But it’s best if we leave before they find the bodies… or the bombs.”


Elita sighed, putting the pieces together easily after that statement. Chromia was a skilled and effective soldier, there was no doubt, but she wasn’t exactly the best at stealth.
At least they weren’t actively being pursued, so she added that to the short list of positives.


“And the tech data?” she asked, hoping that Chromia had been successful.
Chromia smirked. “Dealt with, of course. Did you ever doubt me, boss?”
A smile snuck onto Elita’s faceplate at the obviously-sarcastic comment.
“Never for a nanocycle,” she chuckled.


“Oh yeah, I also managed to snag this little thing,” Chromia slowed for a moment as she reached for her hip holster and withdrew the device Shockwave had used to inflate Elita.
This surprised the swollen commander. “You stole it? But why?”
Her SIC shrugged as she continued to push Elita along.
“Dunno, seemed like a good idea. Maybe Lancer and Greenlight can make use of it.”
“Hmm, perhaps they can,” Elita agreed after some consideration.


For a while after, they rolled out in silence, before Chromia broke it once again.
“So, uh,” she started, “did you maybe want to… talk about what happened back there, boss?”
Elita groaned, already expecting the question beforehand.
“I suppose, I can’t do much else like this. Though, will you promise me something, Chromia?”
“Sure, anything. What is it?”
“You won’t laugh or think less of me after I explain?” Elita hesitantly asked.
This elicited a confused look from Chromia, but she nodded a confirmation.
“Of course not, Elita. I’d never do that, even if you tried to wade through the Sea of Rust alone.”
Elita perked up at the answer. “And you’ll keep this between us?”
Chromia smiled, as if Elita thinking she needed to ask was humorous to her. “You got it, boss.”
At this response, Elita sighed in relief and gratefulness for Chromia’s support. 
“Thank you, Chromia. Truly. Now, to be honest…”


And as the lab far behind them exploded as Chromia’s bombs went off, she started explaining.
Certainly, this was going to be interesting…
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Fin.