Trying out new armor

“Whoa!” Marinette shakily cried as the piece of back armor Erza just slotted into place opened up like beetle wings and inner plates fluttered, lifting her up off of the ground. She flailed her arms as she floated, barely keeping her balance. Thankfully, Erza and Diana helped her to the ground and the metal beetle wings closed up. Marinette’s armor was a set of bikini armor that just barely covered her butt and tits though there were some straps here and there for more armor to be attached. Hip guards went down to about midthigh while she had red painted elbow plates. She had black and red gems on hair ties around her pigtails.

On a nearby mannequin was a similar set of armor painted grey with a little pale pink trim. The top was two rectangular metal plates connected with a set of strings that wrapped around the torso similar to a tube top; the plates extended about four inches above and below where her nipples would be. The bikini bottom had an impact resistant cloth extending down to the knees, essentially a loin cloth. Meanwhile a mechanical mouse tail was at the back. You could see a long red mark on Marinette’s back from when the tail reacted to her thoughts and accidentally whipped her back.

Diana had been trying on a mini skirt armor styled like an Greek enkyklon with a single sash coming down only one side of her chest with a strapless bra armor underneath. Several bangles hung from her wrists matching anklets on her feet. It was one of the more modest sets of armor your harem was trying out. Case in point, Erza’s armor was a dark blue floss bikini made of narrow chains with thin plates dangling here and there up her sides and protecting her underboob. Matching armbands shaped like a cat were on her arms, the tail curling around the width with one lower than the other so that Erza’s Fairy Tail Guild mark was uncovered as well as her barcode.

“It’s a little tight,” Ahsoka complained as she walked out of the fitting room wearing a beskar chestplate (that looked like a bustier that extended a bit further down than usual) and a beskar miniskirt, short boots on her feet and a belt with a lightsaber clip. You could easily see her breasts squeezed into the chestplate and sticking out a bit at the top and looking a bit pinched.

The Prime Worlder Manager of Little Armor Town looked over from where he was helping Clover with a modified Taimanin suit with interweaved vibranium fiber and belly stretch for if she wanted to wear the armor when she’s further along in her pregnancy. “It was the cup size you gave me? I don’t know what you want me to say.” He looked between you and Ahsoka. “You sure you haven’t gotten work done, one way or another?”

Ahsoka gritted her sharp teeth before replying tersely, “Just get me a bigger set.”

“I think you already have one,” he snorted before setting down his tools and heading to the back. You gave Ahsoka an apologetic look.

“They do look a little bigger, I thought I accidentally shrunk your clothes yesterday,” Marinette admitted, blushing a little. You had been surprised that your girls did the harem’s laundry instead of having your parents’ maids do it on the way back from your Star Trek universe.

Ahsoka looked down at her chest with a raised eyebrow. A minute later the manager came back with a bigger set of beskar chestplate. While Ahsoka went to get changed, you stuck up a conversion with the Manager.