Wardrobe Malfunction: A Sonic to Rouge TG by SanicTG

 18+! Here it is, my first TG story for my DeviantArt page. I've wanted to do something like this for a while, so if you like it let me know! The OG concepts belong to Frost-Lock and SoraWolf7 Hope you enjoy!

Sonic was busy lounging around in his home. Eggman had been recently defeated and Sonic needed a much deserved break. There wasn’t a single problem he had to take care of. But Sonic didn’t enjoy that. He wanted to be out exploring the world, helping those in need. But Amy insisted that he should take a break, so he reluctantly agreed. After trying to maintain attention on his TV, Sonic shut it off and sighed. 

“Why can’t something interesting happen around here? I need a change of perspective.”

Suddenly something fluttered through his mail slot in his front door. Sonic eagerly rushed over, and picked up the letter lying on the floor. The elegant, flowing font was a dead giveaway as to who it was from. The only thing on the letter was a name next to a small heart: Rouge. Sonic had a decent relationship with the treasure-hunting bat. They were usually somewhat distant friends, at worst frenemies. But they weren’t on bad terms.

Sonic tore open the letter and was surprised to see that the message was very brief.

Meet me at my place, there’s something I need to show you.

The hedgehog was dumbfounded. Rouge was usually very upfront with what she wanted, but this time she was uncharacteristically vague. But a friend in need was just what Sonic was looking for on this very boring day. He sent over a quick message to Tails that he would be over at Rouge’s, and dashed out of the house towards her home.

Rouge lived in a neighborhood near Station Square called Sleepy Suburbs. It lived up to its name, usually being very quiet and untouched by Eggman’s Badniks. Sonic arrived in front of Rouge’s home, and glanced up at the large structure. Rouge’s house was painted a bright pink, a stark contrast to the rather dreary neighborhood. It was two stories tall, complete with a fully furnished basement. Sonic figured she was able to pay for everything due to her working for G.U.N. and the various jewels and gems she collected. He trotted up to the front door and gave a knock. He waited a bit, but grew impatient rather quickly.

“Where is she?”

He heard footsteps behind him, and glanced back to see a group of Mobians walking by. He gave them a quick wave and watched them disappear past the large bushes on the edge of Rouge’s property. Looking back at the door he rang the doorbell, figuring Rouge was up in her room or something. After more deafening silence he decided to try the doorknob, and found it strangely unlocked. Opening the door it came to his attention that the house was nearly pitch black inside. The hedgehog squinted into the void, his eyes adjusting to the dark. He wandered further in, trying to see his surroundings better. Closing the door behind him, he called out.

“Yo Rouge? You home? I got your letter…”

Elsewhere in the house, Rouge’s security system activated. She hadn’t properly programmed the system’s identification system, so it had been malfunctioning regularly. A hidden camera scanned Sonic over, provoking the system to strike.

“Intruder alert!” A robotic voice called out.

“Wha?” Sonic barely had any time to react as a bunch of mechanical arms sprung out from the darkness, restraining him.

“Taking captive to suitable holding cell.” The arms began to drag Sonic further into the house, and he began to panic. He thrashed wildly, grasping and kicking against the arms. In his fit he managed to grab a hold of the lining of one of the arms and tore part of it off, accidentally ripping out some wires in the process. Sparks sprayed from the arms’ new opening.

“Uh oh.” Sonic gulped. 

“Error. System compromised. Rebooting.” The security system attempted to draw power from elsewhere in the house, and settled on Rouge’s high-end Auto-Closet. Unbeknownst to Sonic the closet was in the middle of a software update, and the sudden power surge from the security system caused the two machines to fuse together. “System online.”

The arms carried Sonic up the stairs and into Rouge’s room. Sonic glanced around helplessly until the arms put him in front of a red eyed camera situated above the closet.

“Scanning. Subject is not dressed in given clothing. Moving to wardrobe.” The doors slid open ominously, a puff of steam emanating from inside. The arms pulled Sonic in, the darkness enveloping him. “Removing extra garments and footwear.” More arms slid out of compartments in the closet’s walls and stripped Sonic of his gloves and shoes, leaving him somewhat naked.

“Dressing in proper undergarments: Panties and 30C Cup bra.” The arms produced a matching set of hot pink feminine underwear, adorned with hearts and red trim. Sonic groaned in annoyance as they outfitted him with Rouge’s clothes, which were rather snug around the crotch but loose in the chest. “Dressing in proper outerwear: Heartplate Unitard.” The arms pulled out Rouge’s familiar getup, much to the hedgehog’s dismay. They slid the shiny material up his legs, clinging to his body. Once they reached his chest the heartplate drooped forward, dangling from his chest.

“There. Doesn’t that tell you I’m not Rouge?” Sonic’s pleas fell on deaf ears as the machine continued its process.

“Error. Incorrect cup size. Scanning for other abnormalities…” Lasers scanned his body once more, inspecting every nook and cranny. Sonic worried what might happen next. “Incorrect body parameters. Begin Program Rouge.” The arms stripped Sonic back down, and he noted that he could hear machinery clunking around behind the walls. “Beauty regimen machine assembled. Begin body molding sequence.” A panel opened up next to Sonic and he looked on in intrigue and horror as the machine produced a corset-like device. “Reducing waist to programmed measurements.” 

“Wha-!?” Sonic gasped as the device shrunk against his body, caving his waist inward to produce a feminine curve. At the same time it shifted his spine around, creating an S-shaped curve that thrusted his chest and butt outward. Fat was squeezed from Sonic’s abdomen, the machine funneling it into his legs, causing his thighs and nonexistent butt to bloat slightly. Next, two cylindrical devices wrapped around his thighs. 

“Increasing hip size.” They began to heat up, contorting the muscle and fat inside his stick-like legs. His thighs began to thicken, pressing tightly against the devices. Sonic groaned weakly as he looked down at his new thighs, which grew from thin and spindly to thick and juicy. His hips were now wide as well, jutting out from his now curvy body. Afterwards more cylinders covered his arms and shins, metallic gloves and boots covering his hands and feet as well. “Altering frame. Softening skin and fur.” Sonic grunted as the devices all activated at once, shrinking down his body until it was more dainty and girlish. His shoulders crunched inwards, making his collarbone more prominent, and his arms and legs became softer and less rigid. His fur and skin began to change as well, becoming velvety smooth, a tingling sensation rippling across Sonic’s body. 

“Basic body shape parameters restored. Initiate mass increase. Phase one: Cup size.” Sonic blushed as two large domes covered his bare chest. He winced as two needles pricked against his pectorals and the domes began to suction against his body. They pumped repeatedly, his nipples becoming more prominent and erect. Sonic’s blush reddened as his chest began to balloon outwards until he had two very prominent breasts, complete with large erect nipples. He gasped as two more domes latched onto his buttcheeks. “Mass increase phase two: Buttock mass. Initializing preset: The Kardashian.” Sonic yelped as the domes pulled and pumped rapidly until his butt was two thick and plump globes. They rippled into place as all the devices pulled off at once, a burst of steam pouring outward.

“Phew, it’s over, isn’t it?” Sonic panted. 

“Error. Genitalia does not match on-file schematics. Rectifying. Facial beauty standards not up to par. Deploying makeover mask and vocal sequencer.” Sonic scoffed at the amount of information being presented to him. He caught sight of a large cup heading towards his groin as a large mask sealed against his face. He whimpered as miniature devices inside the mask began to change his facial appearance. Meanwhile the device sealed against his crotch got to work. 

A nozzle hosed down his genitals with a slippery gel, small brushes scrubbing it into his skin while pulling the skin on his length up and down, subtly jerking him off. Sonic let out a muffled moan, a tube in the mask jumping at the opportunity to shoot down his throat, gagging him slightly. The gel began to break down the cells of Sonic’s genitals at a molecular level, changing them from male to female. A sweet tasting liquid began to pour down his gullet, which began to change Sonic’s voice from a manly deep voice to a sultry purr akin to Rouge’s voice. Meanwhile his eyelashes lengthened, and his lips plumped up as well. The mask began to apply makeup, coating his eyelids with blue eyeshadow and smearing his lips with pink glossy lipstick. The pampered feeling began to idly turn Sonic on, his female voice not helping his growing erection.

The small brushes scrubbing against his penis began to quicken, while shifting around. A bit of pre leaked out of his tip. A large dome pressed against the back of Sonic’s head, devices inside starting to style his spines to resemble Rouge’s flowing hair. The brushes scrubbed faster until suddenly Sonic burst, spraying the inside of the device. Sonic moaned erotically as the device against his crotch began to suddenly shift everything inward, quickly changing everything to its female counterpart. She gasped as the mask on her face pulled away with a burst of steam, a quaking orgasm rocking her body. Her perfect flowing hair cascaded behind her, her thighs soaked with feminine liquids. The machine scanned her over and beeped.

“Body parameters at 90%. Removing unnecessary body fur.” A group of hands carrying razors swiftly buzzed away all of the fur below Sonic’s neck, leaving behind silky smooth skin. Her nipples stiffened in the open air, goosebumps rippling across her body. “Skin appearance does not match on-file pigment. Tanning…” A large beam shot out at Sonic, darkening her skin to the same caramel tone as Rouge’s. “Program Rouge complete. Dressing in proper garments.”

The machines swiftly dressed Sonic in Rouge’s clothes, finally releasing her.

“Phew, at least that’s over. How am I going to change back?” “ She exclaimed.

“Looks like I could help with that, hot stuff.” Rouge sauntered into the room, checking Sonic out. “But first, how about a night on the town?”

End

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