More Than Meets The Eye I

The auto dealer was shocked when MJ paid in cash. Of course, he was shocked when this supremely gorgeous and heavily pregnant redhead came up and said she was looking to buy a motorcycle. But that wad of cash smoothed over any shock or concern in a hurry. MJ thanked the dealer and took her brand new sporty blue-with-pink-highlights motorbike off the lot.

Obviously, with her powers, MJ’s child was in no danger regardless of how pregnant she was, how pregnant she looked, or whatever she did, but that didn’t mean onlookers wouldn’t gawk at the woman with the nine-month belly zipping down the street at a hundred miles per hour. That’s why, when out of sight from anyone, MJ modified her body so that her baby bump vanished. Then, because she could, she changed her outfit into a black leather catsuit that hugged her curves and highlighted her figure.

“Oh, look at me, I’m the Black Cat.” MJ said into a mirror she conjured up, after pulling the zipper down to reveal an eyeful of cleavage. “I’m a two-bit homewrecker and the Value Village version of Catwoman, time to retcon my powers again!” Laughing at her own little joke, MJ then pulled the zipper all the way down to her navel, the suit only clinging onto her breasts through sheer inertia. “And I’m Black Widow. I’m dressed and drawn like a total slut but you should totally take me seriously as a badass feminist heroine and not a glorified piece of eye candy!”

As MJ had her fun mocking her fellow Marvel heroines and (potential) future harem sisters, the question did beg to be answered - why did she go out of her way to purchase a motorbike? Simply enough, because it was fun. Fast cars and fast bikes tearing their way across the highway, MJ always found such a thrill ride to be utterly exhilarating and the images of such drivers to be fierce, attractive, and romantic. Living in the infamous traffic-logged New York City her whole life, she had little opportunity to hop on a bike or strap into a racecar and just go. Pedal to the metal, full throttle, the thrum of the engine, the wind in her hair.

With all of her power, it was a mundane dream, but she rarely felt so alive as she zipped through sun-drenched stretches of California highway, without a care in the world, revving the bike’s engine as hard as it could go and jetting off like a rocket. Her powers even helped enhance the joyride, pushing the bike beyond all physical parameters, as it screamed along over three-hundred miles an hour, blitzing by birds and motorists as if they stood still, leaving behind a trail of flames in her wake.

She’ll admit that she crashed more than a few times, hitting power poles or trees or other cars, but her powers ensured no damage was done to her, the baby, or anything and anyone else. Even as a ****, the Infinity Gems fused to her being meant freedom to her. There was no risk, no consequence to her actions. She could do whatever she so pleased in the name of pursuing the hedonistic pleasure her new life demanded and she would do it with a smile and a cheer.

But, beyond zooming across the horizon at insane speeds, there was another reason MJ bought this specific bike. This sporty motorbike that was very similar to a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-7R but slightly changed for copyright reasons, with it’s dark blue paint job and light pink highlights.

Through the Mind Stone, MJ had access to Rob’s vast wealth of pop cultural knowledge, as well as encyclopedic and intimate knowledge of the various fictional sluts he wanted to place under his power. And while he was slowly adding a few new girls to the harem, the desire for MJ to find some bitch, brainwash her, fuck her, and present her to her love and Master was driving her nuts. She absolutely needed the pleasure that came with enslaving a new harem girl, that sinful desire had been driving her since day one, as the all-powerful **** goddess made in Rob’s image.

And then she came across the bike. Fate had smiled upon her.

Sure, she wanted to have done this with Rob, and rarely did his other slaves go out and seek new girls for him. Things were changing, of course, but Rod was still set in a pre-omnipotence mindset. At the very least, if he got upset over MJ’s little adventures, she had the perfect little gift to present him.

Finding a secluded spot for her and her new toy, MJ pulled over and got off the bike. The Infinity Gems had been incorporated on the leather jacket she wore over her catsuit, appearing as patches sewn along the arms, shoulders, and back. She quickly called upon the powers of Soul, Power, Reality, and Mind, feeling the “patches” hum with energy, as she reached her hand to the bike.

All but an inch away, a spark of energy crackled in the air between flying to the motorbike and imbuing it with life. The motorbike’s headlights flared as it yelped in a feminine voice.

Before MJ’s eyes, the motorbike began to transform. Unfurl, unfold, split, and break apart, purely in a mechanical sense and in a fully controlled manner, as if this was a mechanism the bike always had. The underside and back portion became legs, the top half of the bike rotated around with the windshield, handlebars, and front tire flipping to the backside, as a head and arms appeared from the top portion of the “bike”, the entire thing going from vertical to horizontal, taking the form of a feminine robot.

Yes, the moment MJ laid eyes on the bike, she knew (through Rob) it was a perfect match for the alt-mode of everyone’s favourite sassy waifu-bot from Transformers Prime (MJ wouldn’t have minded the classic, G1 hot pink version of Arcee, truth be told, but there was just something aesthetically pleasing of the sleek blue biker bot). Not only that, but she figured the harem could use some robo-pussy to add a bit more variety to things. Izu may have been an android, but this would be the first out-and-out robot for the harem.

And, yes, witnessing the transformation, somehow a six-foot long bike turned into an eighteen-foot tall robot girl, but MJ frequently abused and ignored the laws of physics herself, so she was hardly one to judge.

Arcee’s transformation caused her body to spin on an axis as she reoriented herself, grew herself, and altered her body from two-wheeled vehicle to two-legged cyber-slut. The momentum caused her to back away from MJ, sweeping around in a low, guarded stance, scanning the horizon for the source of the disturbance that caused her to transform so suddenly. But all that was around her was dusty scrubland, endless stretches of highway, and one beautiful redhead beaming upwards at her new toy.

Arcee’s electronic eyes fell upon MJ, her sculpted metallic facial features narrowing in disappointment and annoyance. Just to twist the knife, MJ squeed in absolute joy.

“Oh, baby! Where have you been all my life!”

“Thankfully, nowhere near you…” Arcee muttered, her tone nothing but sass, and surprisingly feminine and melodic for an eighteen-foot tall alien war machine. “Now, were you the one that created that spark and did… whatever it was to my systems?” As if to demonstrate the point, Arcee shut her eyes and groaned, as if fighting an ongoing headache.

“I sure did!” MJ replied with all the blithe enthusiasm of an ingenue. “I just bought you and I wanted to see all you could do so I gave you a little zap to kickstart your systems.” MJ eyed the Autobot warrior up and down. She looked like she had been pulled directly from the show, which is to say, she wasn’t sexualized at all like most of Rob’s girls. Still, MJ couldn’t help but notice the curvy figure and wide hips the animators gave the robot. A humanizing touch or certain female ideations coming through?

“Ugh, well that’s just great, now my cover’s blown…” Arcee groaned again, shaking her head in dismay. She checked her surroundings again, to make sure no one else was around to see her, before pointing directly at MJ. “You didn’t see anything, okay? I’m out of here…” But before Arcee could transform and roll out, MJ raised her voice in indignation.

“Hey!” She cried. “Didn’t you hear the part about me saying I own you, because I do! You’re my property, I paid in cash, and the only place you’re going is home with me so I can show my man my new toy!”

MJ did all she could to restrain her smile, relishing in playing the role of this naïve, bratty woman pining over her new shining toy. Arcee’s disgust only deepened at MJ’s whining, which only made MJ even more giddy, wanting nothing more than to see the future sex-bot’s harsh features transform into a slutty o-face.

“Look.” Hands on her hips, Arcee spoke to MJ like a mother scolding a misbehaving child. “I don’t really know how to explain this to someone like you,” her tone dripped with derision and thinly veiled insults, “but I am not a toy, or an object, or a machine. I’m a living being and I cannot be owned. So, I’m leaving you in the dust and you can’t do a thing about it.”

“But you so are a toy!” MJ countered with a wicked smile, emerald eyes alighting in the bright sun glaring off Arcee’s flawless paint job. “You’re my toy! And if you won’t behave and obey, then I’ll make you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Arcee chuckled, cocking an eyebrow. “And how are you going to do that?” To emphasize your point, Arcee stretched out to full height, towering a full three-times taller than MJ.

Unimpressed by the threatening display, MJ’s smile grew all the more, as the patches on her jacket began to vibrate again, brimming with cosmic power and infusing it into MJ.

Her body began to shimmer and wave, like patches of heat dancing atop the searing blacktop of the highway. Much like Arcee, MJ began to grow, expand, and transform, her entire body growing in stutter-steps, from six-feet (in heels) to seven, then nine, and then twelve. Everything, clothing included, grew in proportion to one another and it all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, Arcee was flaunting her titanic form over MJ and then the next, the redhead loomed over the blue robot girl. Not by much, just a couple feet, but enough to startle Arcee.

For, from her perspective, the smirking redheaded human became a giantess in the blink of an eye. She stepped back in start, electronic eyes wide and gawking.

“I… didn’t know humans could do that…” Was all Arcee could manage in her stunned surprise.

“Oh, they can’t. That’s just me.” MJ replied with a shrug, still smiling down on Arcee, eyes glinting ever more. “And that’s not all I can do.”

And again, MJ grew, now towering more than three times over Arcee, totally reversing their situation! This time, Arcee barely had the time or wherewithal to even take an uneasy step back, as the now more than sixty-foot tall woman attacked, effortlessly scooping Arcee up in the palm of her hand, holding her up like an action figure.

“It’s easy to bully someone when you’re so much bigger than them, huh?” MJ taunted, maintaining a tight grip on Arcee while she sensually ran her thumb over the curves of her chassis and her body. “Not nice when the shoe’s on the other foot, is it?”

“I don’t know what a ‘shoe’ is, but I get it. I understand, I’m sorry.” Arcee managed to say, after wiggling futile in MJ’s giant grasp, no doubt trying to access her weapon systems and failing. “I’m sorry I insulted and threatened you.” She said, in a slow, calm voice, trying to diffuse the situation. “Let me down, maybe… shrink back down too, and we can talk this out.”

Acquiescing with a polite smile and nod, MJ did just that, returning herself back to normal size in a split second…

…While also bringing Arcee down to human-size, too!

“What in the name of Primus!?” Arcee exclaimed in utter shock, taking stagger steps backwards, thrown off-balance by the sudden and dramatic shift in size. MJ gave an impish smile, shrugging as she batted her eyes at Arcee.

“Yeah, I figured it was best to keep things on an even keel for both of us.” MJ then craned her head around, leering at the now human-sized Transformer. “Plus, from this angle, I can appreciate your body so much better.” Then, pouncing upon the stumbling Arcee, MJ gave her a stiff smack across her metallic, robo-ass. “Damn girl, you sure your alt-mode isn’t a dump truck when you’re packing that ass! And this before any of my upgrades.”

Flustered and confused, Arcee peevishly glared at MJ, backing away once more. “My alt-mode is clearly a motorbike, and either way, it has nothing to do with the size of my aft.” She replied, rubbing her butt which was somehow stingingly sore despite being made of metal and being swatted by a mere human. “And what do you mean by ‘upgrades’?”

“This.”

MJ was upon Arcee again, fast as lightning, planting her palm flat against Arcee’s chest. Just as before, a spark ignited between the woman’s skin and the robot’s chassis. Arcee cried out, as before, her entire body shuddering as she let out a very un-robot-like moan.

While the exterior of her body was still clad in the sleek blue armour that was the motorbike’s chassis, beneath it, Arcee’s form began to change at a molecular level. The metal that was her “skin” began to change into a soft, synthetic skin, somewhere in texture between human flesh and latex rubber, shining silver in some parts and black in others. Then, Arcee’s already sleek, sexy, and feminine form became dramatically more sexy and feminine, and equally less sleek.

The armour plating attached to her chest shifted about, revealing her bare chest just in time for a massive set of breasts to bloom into being, capped with silvery-blue nipples. Arcee could only gawk at her new techno-organic tits for a moment, before another overwhelming flash of heat and pleasure overwhelmed her. Over her moans and groans, her rear end inflated into a true dump truck ass, mounds of jiggling rubber flesh just begging to be spanked and groped. She clutched her thighs together at that time, too, for a new port opened up on her exterior, the Autobot now possessing an inflamed and inviting pussy, dripping with lubricant. Her feet shifted, as well, taking the form of platform heels that were literally sculpted and built-in to her form.

“W-what have you done to me…?” Arcee cried, tongue lolling out, as she fell to her knees, totally at the mercy of MJ. One hand traced the curve of her figure down to her plump thighs and swollen ass, while another hefted at the weight and mass of her giant bust. She was at a loss of words, nothing she could think of could describe her new erotic form.

“I told you, cutie, I upgraded you to my liking.” MJ said, eyes wide and appreciative at her sex-bot’s new dynamite body. “I told you before, bimbot, you’re my property, so I just remade you to my liking.” Then, MJ’s hand drifted to the zipper of her suit, slowly lowering it beyond her crotch to it’s nadir. “And I fully plan on reprogramming my new toy, too, but first…”

Instead of revealing her own glistening pussy, as the zipper fell and the totality of the suit opened up, a foot-long cock flopped out - somehow impossibly folded up into the confines of the suit - slowly growing erect in the presence of the cowering Arcee.

“I’m gonna take you and your upgraded form for a test drive, okay?”

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I cannot recall if this happened or I'm imagining it (because I cannot find the comment) but I remember getting a comment asking if any Transformers characters would be appearing. Back then I could not confirm and had no plans, but my hyperfixation last year was Transformers, thanks to One and the amazing 40th anniversary AMV made by TRIGGER (my current hyperfixation is Gundam, fyi). And while Prime may not be my favourite TF series, Prime Arcee is the hottest fembot the franchise has ever given us, so I just couldn't resist.