The wrench flew through the air, arched as high as the spinning metal could go, before it came soaring back down to Earth but before it could land with an ultimate clang and scraping noise a sea of Brain Bots were upon it. Metal jaws snapping, and voice chips barking, they battled one another for the tool. It was strange, though. When Mommy had walked in she hadn't seemed too happy at all, yet she had still grabbed the wrench and hurled it without any indication of wanting to play. But the Brain Bots were simple creatures, they knew guarding, play, sleep, and comfort only.
When the wrench was out, it meant play time.
Megamind stood there, chest heaving, as she watched the Brain Bots fight playfully over the wrench she had hurled. This hadn't been what she had wanted to accomplish, coming home after a lucky escape from the clutches of Metro Woman at all. She had been angry, she wanted to make noise; only her babies had intervened and turned her anger on her with games and joy.
She sighed, and pressed a gloved hand to her forehead.
"Mistress?" Minion asked quietly as he approached her from behind, having just parked the invisible car in its usual place and making sure not to activate the invisibility mode just yet. "Are you all right?"
"No." Megamind replied quietly, before rubbing at her face with her gloved hands in frustration and didn't seem to care she was smudging her make up at all despite it taking over half an hour to apply. "Another brilliant failure, Minion. Yet another to add to our records."
"I know Mistress, but whatever doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, right?" the fish asked enthusiastically before pausing in thought, fins drooping just a little. "Though if that was true, then we would be as strong as Metro Woman by now if not stronger..."
"Metro Woman." hissed Megamind as the lucky Brain Bot who had gotten its jaws on the wrench flied back to her, followed by its siblings. Megamind looked into the hopeful red eyes of the robots before breaking into a faint smile and took the wrench. This time she shook it slightly, exciting the Brain Bots so much they bobbed up and down excitedly, before she threw it in another direction. Once they were gone, she sighed. "I need to be alone, Minion."
Minion frowned. While he had been glad that he and his Mistress had escaped from Metro Woman and the police this time without needing to break her out of jail again, he never enjoyed seeing the misery she felt whenever she failed at something. His Mistress put all of her evil little hearts and black soul into all of her plans yet none of them seemed to work! All her inventions were brilliant; of course, there was no problem with them. Yet fate had decided, before hand, that they would never win.
It was quite a downer.
"Yes Mistress. Shall I fetch the Ben and Jerry's out of the fridge and leave it on the table?" the fish asked, to which Megamind replied with an over the shoulder glance and a small, thankful smile. "Right away, Mistress.' Minion smiled before he lumbered off to busy himself with lair business.
Megamind sighed, and unfastened her spiked shoulder blades and shrugged it off. With the removal of that one article of clothing her tall arching spiked and feathered collar was also removed, as was her long beautiful cape. Her high heeled, studded, strapped shoes clicked as she walked across the concrete floor of the lair, but soon was clanking on metal as she began the slow descent up the lone set of curving stairs that led up to the living area of the lair.
Downstairs was where the nitty gritty things happened, where plans were organized and devised, robots and machines were born on that floor, and even some costume designing was done when Megamind would stand on a stool and Minion would measure her out to see if all of his own measurements were correct. Ninety nine percent of the time they were right, Megamind hadn't really grown an inch since she was sixteen years old and that bothered her, greatly.
She reached her bedroom and pushed the door open and sighed, before she unstrapped the small belts that kept her arm length gloves up as she moved and sat on the corner of her bed.
Despite how elaborate the female alien acted outside, even though she worked with flair and panache, her bedroom was actually very ordinary indeed. Surprisingly, it was the size of a cell. Once the room had been an ordinary size but when she and Minion had first found this lair, which felt like a more permanent base of operations, Minion had constructed a wall half way through the room. This may not make sense to you now, but you must understand the situation. Megamind grew up within a prison, a jail, with small rooms, narrow bunk beds that hung suspended from walls, and a toilet next to where you slept.
Growing up in such conditions, along with small, high placed windows with bars and mesh across them, had just become the norm. And after breaking out of jail for the first time when she was seven Megamind had tried to sleep in a department store once it had shut down in one of the beds on display. Sadly she had found the mattress too comfortable, it was huge, and it wasn't lumpy at all and thin like the mattress she had grown used to.
Even sleeping in a room that didn't bring morning light blocked in places by bars and mesh was a little disturbing. So, here in her bedroom, was the simplest of things. A thin, lumpy mattress hanging suspended from the wall, a small narrow window so high she couldn't see out of it with bars lining it, but it had little additions since she wasn't in jail anymore. The toilet wasn't here, it was in the bathroom where it belonged. Instead there was a dressing table with only night things and that alone.
All of her outfits were kept in another room, since she and Minion had a different outfit for every scheme it meant the room was absolutely chock-a-block full of well made dresses, skirts, tops, boots, gloves, accessories, everything an evil arch villainess would want or need.
Having finally removed her gloves and boots, Megamind sat there on her bed before lifting her gaze to look at her reflection in the mirror on her wall. Getting up she walked over to herself and glared, purposely, at her chest. Once again, when metro Woman had come bursting in to break up her plans to brainwash the puppies down at the pound, there they had been. Those large, round, perky, and intimidating as anything... breasts of hers. Those breasts had been a source of jealousy within the alien since both female aliens had begun their change from girlhood into womanhood.
Metro Woman had bloomed like a beautiful flower, never did she have acne, bad teeth, and her chest had swelled so rapidly Megamind was sure she had heard tales of buttons literally flying off of her chest and smacking people in the backs of their head while she was in class.
Megamind, on the other hand, hadn't changed at all. She experienced no period, no growing cramps, certainly no hair in awkward places at all, but most embarrassing of all was the fact she had no breasts at all. This, she felt, was totally unfair. She could remember her mother's breasts clearly, as a newborn she had fed from them as any little one would, and they had been beautiful. Not too big, not too small. Yet so why was it that, when it came time for Megamind to mature into a woman, nothing came?
"Hm." she reached her hands and touched her flat chest.
How could she be sensual, sexually intimidating and powerful without even a A cup to fall back on? When she wore corsets even they did nothing for her chest. The alien had waited, every morning when she woke up she would physically measure her chest, hoping, praying there would be even a millimetre of change. Every morning she was disappointed to the point of breaking something and growling in frustration at her body's inability to change. So, every day since then, whenever Metro Woman would fly in to save the day there those breasts would be, bouncing and drawing all male, and some female, attention to them. That woman wore such revealing clothing...
"Bah." Megamind turned away from the mirror, and threw herself down onto the bed face down. She grunted suddenly, since her D-gun had suddenly prodded her in her curved hip. Reaching down she grabbed the gun out of its holster and lifted it, and was about to toss it aside when her eyes widened. Quickly she sat up and stared at the gun in her hands, and went through the phases she had set. Demoralize, Destroy, Deactivate, Dehydrate, Death, Decompress... so many options, and yet there were two phases left blank. Megamind had continually added to the gun as she had aged, and now only two spots remained.
She looked up at her mirror, then back at the gun.
"D." she said suddenly, before getting to her feet, "D-gun I love you!" Megamind squealed and hugged the gun to her chest before racing from her room clad only in her one-piece spandex outfit and hurried back downstairs. She ran past Minion who had been cleaning down the Invisible Car, who turned his fish body to watch her.
"Mistress?" he asked.
"No time no time!" Megamind shouted as she ran to the creating part of the floor, where all the power tools and power sources sat. Grabbing a curtain she grabbed it and dragged it shut on her so she could work in privacy.
Minion stood there, blinking, before shaking his little body before going back to cleaning the car. It was beginning to get a little bit dirty in the backseat so it was going to get a good clean, as was the windows in the car. That lightning bolt car freshener was starting to not be as scently fresh as it once should be. He continued with his chores, started on the washing duties and pegging them on the inside washing line as he heard the low muttering of his Mistress from behind the curtain. No matter how badly he wanted to go sneak a peek he, and the Brain Bots knew, bothering her when behind the curtain was a bad idea.
It was dark out when Megamind finally emerged from behind the curtain, holding the D-gun in her hot little hands. "Yes, yes, I did it!" she squealed excitedly, drawing Minion in close through sheer curiosity alone.
"What have you done, Mistress?" he asked.
"I have... um." Megamind suddenly went quiet, and drew the gun in close, as if embarrassed all of a sudden. Minion was a fish, and a boy, could he understand the importance of... well. Breasts? She swallowed. "You know how I've continually been at odds with Metro Woman not just as a villain but with our... ehem. Distinct physical differences?"
"Very, Mistress." Minion replied.
"I have devised a new setting for my D-gun, which will put the past behind me and make me into the sensual, highly sexualised villainess I was born to be!" Megamind explained, holding the gun aloft as if it were Excalibur and she King Arthur.
"But aren't you already?" asked the fish, which gave Megamind pause. "Really, Mistress, you pose such an intimidating and striking figure already. You've got the kind of body most super models would kill for! Your thin body, those lovely curvy hips of yours and your calves are beautiful. How can you improve perfection?"
Megamind was blushing, lowering the gun back down so it hung normally from her grip. "You know the right things to say, Minion, but this is about something all women must have. What we deserve. What sets us apart from the flat-chested children we were all once were. I'm talking about breasts, Minion. Evil gets to use a training bra in her thirties, while good is pneumatically enhanced! Evil remains flat as a board and good flounces around like medicine balls were grafted to them! I'm sick of being flat, Minion. I'm sick of seeing corsets that do nothing for me, of having a cleavage that doesn't exist. I'm sick of it all."
"So you... made a setting that gives people breasts?" Minion asked slowly, before taking a step back.
"D-Cups, yes. I mean. It's a D gun right?" Megamind asked, turning the settings on the gun slowly, looking at the gold writing as she did.
"Mistress, I know you're unhappy with your shape and size but you must understand that you're perfect! Absolutely wonderful you don't have to change yourself to impress anyone, least of all me and-" he was silenced as Megamind held up a hand for silence, and being the obedient little fish he was he fell quiet.
"I appreciate it Minion. But being seen only that way by you is... isn't enough." she said quietly, speaking from years of torment and teasing over the flatness of her chest. "This is for me."
Minion huffed. He couldn't talk her out of this at all, could he? No. No he could not. So he took a few careful steps back. "Your choice, Mistress."
Megamind nodded, before clicking the gun to its new setting of 'D-Cup'. Pointing the gun at herself, she took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. The blue ray smacked her right in the chest and the force pushed her back, and tumbling head over feet until she landed flat on her back. Both Minion and Brain Bots came rushing to assist the fallen villainous mistress of evil, since nobody wanted her hurting herself.
"Mistress!" Minion cried, getting down and gently taking hold of one of her arms. "Mistress are you-" he stopped, since before his very eyes Megamind's anatomy was changing. Her flat chest suddenly inflated rapidly, growing within the tight constraints of the spandex that had stretched as far as it could before the middle of it suddenly ripped, ruining the one piece just as the new additions to her anatomy stopped growing and settled. If Minion could blush he would probably be beet red right now. Megamind never had... cleavage before. "Oh my. Oh my..."
"Ow... my head..." Megamind groaned as she finally opened her eyes and lifted her head. But instead of seeing all the way down to her feet, like normally, she found her view blocked by two mounds of flesh that definitely were not there before. She stared, green eyes wide in horror at first, before filling with joy. "Oh my God!" she pulled away from Minion and sat there, and stared down at her chest. "Look at them Minion, LOOK at them!"
"I'm looking, I'm looking." Minion replied, voice mumbled.
Megamind cupped each breast and shuddered at the feeling, it was like gelatinous goo held in extra thick water balloons, only very much real, warm, and she could feel her hands against her body. She pressed them together and lifted them; since she wasn't wearing a bra they were sagging if only a little. "Oh wow. Oh wow. Where's the mirror I need a mirror!" she got to her feet and hurried to the nearest mirror that she and Minion relied on when creating a new outfit. Running, she discovered, was suddenly very different. Breasts without the right support were very bouncy, and she literally had to grab at them to stop them from moving too much.
She stopped in front of the mirror and stared, uncaring that her favourite spandex had ripped at the neck and had continued going until it had fully exposed her new blue breasts. Turning around she looked at her profile, and broke into a big smile. They looked wonderful, amazing! She gave them a little support again, tilting her head to see just how they would look with the proper support. Oh man, what a corset and supportive bra would do to these babies! Richard wouldn't know what hit him, next time she'd come stalking through the door to ensnare him. She'd purposely press herself against his back, side or chest, to finally intimidate the man with something she could never do before.
Sex appeal.
"Minion!" Megamind snapped her fingers, and turned to her friend. "We have to design a whole new wardrobe to incorporate these!" she said, just as the spandex gave one last wheeze before ripping open entirely and her chest popped out. But, being Megamind, and being in the presence of a fish who she had once bathed with daily, she didn't really seem that fussed by it at all.
Minion meanwhile felt like his head was about to explode.
"Y-yes Mistress." he mumbled as a nearby Brain Bot grabbed at the discarded cloak of Megamind and flew it over to its mistress, dropping it over her shoulders so she could cover herself.
"Thank you." Megamind smiled, "Never realize how cold this place is until you're like this." she mumbled, wrapping it around herself as she walked up to Minion. "Come on Minion! We're going to be up all night!" she grinned excitedly like a kid on Christmas Eve eagerly anticipating the next day.
"What fun...!" the fish forced as he watched his Mistress walk away, talking to some of the Brain Bots and even going so far as to flash them her new chest to show them what she'd done. A few of them buzzed excitedly.
This was going to be a long night.