Software Update: An Amy Rouge TF Story by SanicTG

 

18+! My sequel to Wardrobe Malfunction  https://sanictg.blogspot.com/2023/01/wardrobe-malfunction-sonic-to-rouge-tg.html is here! Typically in these Rougified situations, Sonic is the one who usually goes through the process. But in this instance, a certain pink hedgehog gets caught up in the machine. It does hit quite a few of the same beats as Wardrobe Malfunction, but I tried my best to make it stand out. Hope you enjoy! The Rouge image on the cover belongs to WilyWyvern.  

(Continuing from Wardrobe Malfunction) 

Shortly after Rouge left with Sonic, her Auto-Closet downloaded a new set of protocols, and began to decompile them into its system. 

“Software update complete. Now operating on Auto-Closet Version 2.0.”

The next day…

Amy trotted up to Rouge’s house, carrying a pot of flowers from Green Hill. She had picked them recently and decided to give them to Rouge as a gift.

“Nothing beats getting flowers from Amy Rose!” She announced aloud. With a smile on her face she rang the doorbell, eager to spend some girl time with one of her friends. After about a minute of waiting Amy’s enthusiasm faltered. “She said she’d be here by now! What’s the deal?” She set her flowers down and peeked in through the window. Everything looked normal enough, but Rouge was nowhere to be seen!

“Maybe she’s just running late, what with her treasure hunting and all…” A sudden breeze blew through the neighborhood, threatening to knock over the flowers. Amy swiftly lifted them into her arms and glanced around. The street was empty, save for a few cars here and there. The wind started to pick up, the trees swaying back and forth. Goosebumps rippled across the hedgehog’s bare arms as she shivered. “M-maybe she left the door unlocked?” She turned the knob, and luckily the door swung open with ease. Amy rushed inside, quickly closing the door behind her.

“Phew, it’s a lot warmer in here…” She set the pot of flowers down on a small table next to the door before wandering further into the house. “Rouge?” She called. “Are you here?” No answer. Amy stomped in anger. “Why is no one ever around? Everyone’s always adventuring… Sometimes it’s good to just relax...” She decided to lounge on the couch for a bit. A wave of tiredness washed over her, and she dozed off. Detecting movement in the house, the closet’s glitched system got to work. It sent out a robotic arm ready to ensnare its new captive… 

Amy awoke with a yawn, having had a restful nap. She stretched and went into Rouge’s kitchen.

“Hopefully she won’t mind if I have a snack.” Reaching into Rouge’s cookie jar, she dug around until she found one she liked. “Ooh! This one looks yummy.” She ate it in one bite. Suddenly from upstairs one of the doors unlocked, startling Amy. She rushed to the stairs, hoping to find Rouge. The stairway was dark, she could hardly make anything out. “Rouge? Is that you?” She bent over, squinting into the darkness. Suddenly a robotic claw shot out from the darkness, wrapping around Amy’s waist, pinning her arms to her sides.

“Aaah!!” She screamed. The claw retracted, its tubing pulling Amy up the stairs and into Rouge’s room. The door shut with a bang! Amy looked around fearfully. A red light pierced the darkness, bathing the hedgehog in light. She squinted up at the light source, making out a large metallic eye.

“Intruder apprehended. Initiating capture sequence.” The closet doors opened, four robotic hands snaking out from the darkness. They wrapped around Amy’s wrists and ankles, pulling her spread eagle.

“What is this?” Amy cried. She thrashed against her restraints, trying to break free.

“Scanning…” Suddenly the machine shorted out, the two systems colliding with each other. The robotic arms holding Amy drooped, but their grip remained secure. “Subject clothing does not match preset.”

“What?!” Amy shouted in confusion.

“Moving to wardrobe.” The arms began to retract, pulling Amy into the Auto-Wardrobe. She gulped, worried about what was hidden inside the deep chamber. Pink light flooded the closet, as more arms emerged from the walls. “Removing extra garments.” The arms pulled at Amy’s gloves, sliding them off her hands. She struggled slightly, but realized it was a losing battle. “Removing footwear.” The arms grasped Amy’s boots and socks, taking them away. “Removing accessories.” An arm pulled away Amy’s hairband, letting her hair down. “Removing outerwear.” Amy was dreading this part. More arms appeared, the machine needing the extra help to remove Amy’s dress. The arms holding her shifted around, allowing the machines to lift the dress above her head, leaving her in just her bra and panties. “Removing undergarments.” The arms unclasped her bra and slid her panties down her legs, leaving her nude. Amy blushed immensely.

“Dressing in proper undergarments.” The machine produced a lacy set of panties and a bra, which Amy noted was much too large to fit her. The garments were snug, but still loose in other places. “Dressing in proper outerwear.” The machine produced Rouge’s unitard, much to Amy’s surprise. She always sort of admired Rouge’s sense of fashion, but never saw herself wearing any of it. The arms pulled the suit up Amy’s legs and affixed it to her waist, the heartplate once again dangling loosely, Amy’s rather reduced chest failing to fill the space. 

“Look, can I have my clothes back? I don’t need Rouge’s…” Amy replied, staring at the plate on her chest. 

“Error. Body does not match normal parameters. Begin Program Rouge.” 

“Wh-what?” Amy stammered. The machines quickly stripped Amy down once more and retreated away. 

“Beauty regimen machine assembled. Initiating body molding sequence.”

“Oh no…” Amy gulped as she saw a corset-like device approaching her. She struggled in place as it wrapped around her. 

“Reducing waist to programmed measurements.” Amy squealed as the corset pressed inward, squeezing the fat from her waist and siphoning it into her chest and legs. Next two cylinders wrapped around her thighs. “Increasing hip size.” The devices pulled and twisted until Amy had a perfect hourglass figure to match Rouge’s. She blushed, not used to this level of femininity. Afterwards the machine chimed in once more, announcing the next step. “Body shape parameters at suitable levels. Initiating mass increase phase one: Cup size.” Amy looked on in surprise as two transparent domes covered her chest.

“Oh this isn’t going to end well…” Two syringes pricked her nipples, flooding her chest with a strange fluid. “Ow!” Amy’s face reddened as her body began to heat up, the strange vaccine changing her body. The domes sealed to her chest with a pneumatic hiss, as they began to pump up and down. Amy began to feel drowsy as her chest grew with every slight pull. After what felt like hours, the domes pulled away with a gush of steam, her now voluptuous chest jiggling into place. “Oh wow…” Amy looked down at her new chest. She had always been rather jealous of Rouge’s well endowed assets, but seeing them up close like this made her realize how big they really were. “What’s next, do I get her butt too?” Amy asked reluctantly.

“Mass increase phase two: Buttock mass. Initializing preset: Bounce Pad Booty.” 

“Wah!!!” Amy cried as two more domes quickly latched onto her rear, pumping the transformative fluid into her cheeks. She began to sweat, the machines taking a toll on her as they sculpted her booty to perfection. Shortly after, a *ding!* rang out as the domes pulled away, sweat trickling across her newly transformed rear. If Amy couldn’t tell before, she knew now that her old clothes definitely wouldn’t fit her anymore. “Is… it… over…?” She panted.

“Scanning… Facial beauty standards unsuitable. Deploying makeover mask and vocal sequencer.” A large mask suddenly sealed against Amy’s face, shrouding her vision in darkness. A tube plunged down her throat, small machinery altering her voice to sound more like Rouge’s. Meanwhile a myriad of devices assaulted her face. Mascara batted against her eyelashes, making them more voluminous and wing-like. A small syringe pricked her lips, making them more plump and juicy. Meanwhile a group of segmented devices sealed against the back of her head, devices inside styling Amy’s hair to closely match Rouge, all the while cleaning her hair with fancy hair products. 

Next the machine got to work applying makeup, an airbrush coating her eyelids with a minty green eyeshadow, along with a matching lipstick. A small arm coated her lips with gloss as well. While the machines continued their work on Amy’s head, the closet got to work altering everything below the neck.

“Body parameters at 90%. Removing unnecessary body fur.” A series of razors and trimmers got to work swiftly buzzing off any of Amy’s fur below her neck, leaving her body completely bare. She shivered as her bare skin was exposed to the cold air of the metallic closet. “Scanning… Skin pigment does not match preset. Rectifying…” A laser blasted out toward Amy’s body, tanning her skin to Rouge’s caramel tone. At the same time a few small lasers in the mask tanned her muzzle and the inside of her ears. “Program Rouge complete. Removing makeover mask and sequencer.” Amy gagged slightly as the tube in her throat retracted, along with the mask and panels covering her hair. Her head was released with a massive burst of steam. A sweet smelling perfume cascaded out from the mask, coating Amy’s new body. She gasped, regaining her bearings.

A full-body mirror lowered down, allowing Amy to view the fruits of the machine’s labor. She looked on in awe at her tanned skin, curvy body and her dolled up face. She tilted her head, noticing her hair’s wavy length and curly style. 

“Wow…” She whispered breathlessly. “I look amazing!” The machine scanned her over once more and let out an erroneous beep.

“Subject requires clothing. Start dress sequence.” The machine produced a set of minty green undergarments, matching her eyeshadow and lipstick. As the machine dressed her Amy shivered once more, the soft fabric tickling her bare skin. Next she was dressed in Rouge’s unitard once more, the tight suit slightly straining against her large assets. Finally the machine finished off with Rouge’s gloves and heart-tipped boots. “Process complete. Releasing subject.”

Amy was guided back into Rouge’s bedroom, where a familiar face along with someone new was waiting for her.

“Rouge? I-I can explain!” Amy stammered.

“No worries hun. My Auto-Closet’s been on the fritz lately, sorry for the trouble. Although my look kind of suits you.” Rouge replied with a playful wink. Amy caught sight of another hedgehog in the room with Rouge’s get-up, although her fur was blue, much like a certain speedy crush of hers.

“And who’s this?” Amy asked curiously. The hedgehog looked around wearily before stepping closer to Amy. She caught sight of her eyes, which were a familiar shade of green.

“It’s me Ames.” She replied.

“SONIC?!”

The End~

My DA