Stellar Wishes Chapter 5- The Blissful Voyagers, a X-overs + Disney Crossover fanfic

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Darkness filled the screen as a bright yellow glow slowly appeared, followed by numerous gold and silver stars illuminated the center, taking the form of letters with every passing second.

And lo, in perfect cursive were the words...

Stellar Wishes

Yet as the words shimmered to life, a small ball of light flew towards the title and tapped the title, causing it to burst into bright gold stardust as everything went black.

Stellar Wishes: Chapter Five, The Blissful Voyagers.

Series/Film: Amphibia, Wall-E

Scenario: What if the Calamity Trio were sent to the Axiom instead of Amphibia?

Inspiration(s): JJVasculist20's commissioned Amphibia Axiom Passanger Image set from Deviantart (art created by KBeezy5200 and ChadRocco on Deviantart), Squanchycat and JJVasculist20's Axiom Adventure canon from Deviantart.

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-Somewhere in the Horsehead Nebula-

Stars, beautiful stars of endless colors and sizes beyond the distance of eternity, shone in every direction as the inky blackness of interstellar void spanned for miles in every direction.

From the smaller yet more powerful Blue Giants to the normal everyday Yellow Giants that made life habitable, the expanse of wonders is seemingly never ending. Yet, as the camera zoomed towards a wondrous nebular of colors, that seemed to look like a stallion's head at the right angle, a pair of cat-like eyes began to appear on the 'horse's' head and blinked a few times before the familiar form of Chaos, the trickster cat, appeared in full view of the audience.

"Ah! Hello again my fellow readers, welcome to another chapter of Stellar Wishes. Now you must be wondering, where are the characters? Where are the backgrounds? And why are we in space instead of on earth? Well." Chaos said with a snicker as he flew to the left and revealed a massive dark gray spaceship about the size of about a football stadium or so, flying slowly across the star-covered void like a sailship in water. "We are going on a cruise on the Spaceship Axiom and good news, we don't need tickets either!"

The camera slowly moved towards the ship, revealing the painted red name of 'Axiom' on its right side, as said camera entered through one of the glass windows and into a brightly painted white metal room as numerous robots of different sizes and hues zipped across an endless 'highway' of lines and traffic jams that seemed to not collide with anyone or thing, as strange as it sounded.

[Interesting right? So many robots and very little human interactions, well, that's the point here. The Axiom is a cruise ship on autopilot, and everything is monitored by machines, from the life support systems to the food processing systems. Funny, kinda wants me to just blow everything up and see how the bots react but that's not the story. It all started with...a simple miscalculation.]

ZOOOOOP!

And lo, appearing in the middle of a hallway on the far starboard side of the ship, came a strange flash of bright multicolored lightning that seemed to cause three figures to land on their faces as the lightning dissipated into nothingness.

[And a little calamity on the side.]

CRASH!

"What in the?"

"Woah!"

"Too bright!"

[Now...let's introduce our stars!]

"Stupid box." grumbled one of the figures as the hallway light illuminated the figures, making them squint from the sudden brightness. "Why did you have to open it Boonchuy!?"

"Wait! You were the one that made me do that!"

"Wait, you're going to argue with me on who did who!?"

"Like yeah! You were the one that-"

"Um guys, is it just me or are we not in California anymore?"

As the lights illuminated the three figures, each one seemingly looked around the area with wide eyes and dropped jaws.

"...woah. This is...woah." muttered a tall slender fair skinned girl with long blonde hair that was tied into a ponytail by a purple scrunchie, a long bang that was parted on her right side, blue eyes, a small beauty mark under the left eye, a B cup chest and small butt, wearing a short sleeved light gray shirt sporting a pink collar and a shield-like emblem with the words 'SJMS' on her chest, a long sleeved dark blue jean jacket, a short pink skirt, white socks and black Mary Jane shoes with small heels, as she tried and failed to keep her jaw from dropping in surprise at the sights in front of her.

"You can say that again." spoke a tall slender light brown skinned girl with short messy auburn hair, dark brown eyes, a B cup chest and small butt, wearing a short sleeved gray t-shirt sporting a purple collar and a shield-like emblem with the words 'SJMS' on her chest, a magenta pink backpack, a short purple skirt, gray socks and yellow sneakers with white lining, as she pinched her left arm. "OW! Yep! Not a dream!"

"Oh. My. Gawd! Look at all the robots!" a tall slim olive skinned girl with short shiny black hair with a green beret attached to her left side, dark brown eyes, a B cup chest and small butt, wearing a long sleeved grayish blue hoodie with a shield-like emblem with the words 'SJMS' on her chest and her back, a short green skirt, white socks and brown shoes, cried out with stars in her eyes as she ran over to the nearest robot, coated in white and had a roller in place of hands in its tiny arms, and grabbed it as the robot tried to escape from her bear hug. "And this one is so CUTE!"

[Oh poor poor M-O, he was just trying to clean the ship when a random human started hugging him to near death so to speak. Anyway, meet the Calamity Trio, Anne Boonchuy, Sasha Waybright and the robot hugger herself, Marcy Wu. Good friends that in other timelines would have to face the hardships of the world and conquer their inner flaws to become better people and friends. But here? That ain't happening, for one obvious reason...they aren't in the land of toads and frog legs!]

"Eeepboop!?"

"Marcy! Let go of the robot!" Sasha yelled as the green clad girl kept on squeezing the robot, with enough force to start creating cracks on its visor. "You don't know where it's been!"

"But it's SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute!"

CRACK!

"Eeeepbooop!"

"Um, I think Sasha's right." Anne said while feeling a little bad for the small robot's plight. "You should let it go right-"

SNAP!

"...now." she said while Marcy noticed the now crushed robot in her arms, forcing her to let the now broken robot fall to the ground in horror.

"Oh god! I killed him!"

"It's a robot, and yes, you 'killed' him." the blonde girl deadpanned. "And now we're going to get in trouble thanks to you."

"It was an accident!"

"We told you NOT to hug the robot!"

"But it was so cute!" Marcy yelled while noticing more of the M-O units appearing from behind her and began to clean the 'body parts' of its fellow unit member. "...oh my gawd! So cu-"

"NO!" Anna and Sasha yelled while grabbing the third member of their trio and held her back with their arms.

"AW COME ON!"

[Ah classic Marcy. Always causing some form of chaos, which is funny given I never asked for a 'follower'.]

"Come on." Sasha said with a sigh. "Let's find out where we are and get back home."

"If we are even able to get home." Anne muttered under her breath as she eyed the blonde with some animosity, given she was just peer pressured into opening a box that sent them there. "Wait, where's the box?"

"I thought you had it, Boonchuy."

"No, I thought you had it Sasha." Anne said before both girls looked at the still struggling Marcy. "Marcy?"

"LET ME GO! I WANT TO HUG THE ROBOTOS!"

"..."

'She definitely didn't have the box.' Both girls thought at the same time with a deadpan look in their eyes.

[Actually, the box is elsewhere. Not telling until the end, for the sake of the mystique of it all.]

"Come on Marcy." Sasha said as she and Anne began to drag the green themed girl away, her thrashing getting even more erratic as she saw the robots rolling away from them.

"NOOOOOOO! NOT THE ROBOTOS!"

"Marcy."

"MY ROBOTOS!"

'Damn her otaku nerd mindset.' Sasha thought to herself while none of them noticed the security cameras on the walls were looking at them, or that something was taking an interest in them from elsewhere on the ship. 'One of these days it's going to be the death of us, even more so than her klutzy nature.'

(Elsewhere at the same time)

-Command Deck, Captain's Quarters-

Darkness permeated the rather large yet quiet ship's bridge, which apparently also acted like both a sleeping quarters and a command deck for some odd reason only the designers could understand, as small holographic touch screens illuminated the far backside, preventing any light from penetrating the captain's bed at all.

Steel walls and endless shutters to an interior pool plaza just below created an almost...isolated environment that would normally cause insanity upon its occupant, yet for the captain himself, he had someone to keep sane.

And currently, that 'roommate' was the only one active at the moment.

For lo, in the center of the room was a massive white and black steering wheel-like appendage with a single red eye within its central 'head', as it 'stared' at the screens with unblinking fixation, akin to a predator stalking its prey in the arctic tundra.

This is AUTO, or Axiom Universal Task Operator, and it was currently watching the events unfolding back on Deck 4, Hallway 66, with 'interest'.

Now normally it would just be keeping course and preventing the ship from returning to earth, as per its orders under Directive A113, however...a few 'unexpected issues' had arisen during the last few months that needed to be corrected.

One, Directive A113 had been resolved due to the latest EVE unit sent back to Earth revealing that it's been undergoing a 'toxic super hurricane' that has eroded both any plant life still on the planet along with any human made object or robot left to 'clean' it. As a result, all other BNL owned ships are to set a course to new habitable planets for the survival of the human race, as per Directive O3M1.

Two, the rate of human reproduction is getting lower and lower to the point that the same humans from fifty years ago are still unable to reproduce unless complied to, and for the ship's AI, that is kinda a problem, but one it has stored in its hard drive for later...like a few years later or so until a solution is made.

Three, the current human captain, one B. McCrea, had unexpectedly died in his sleep just weeks ago due to old age and, according to the medical robots, from an unexpected allergic reaction to the new 'Green Drink' that wasn't treated immediately. From this result, the 'Green Drink', which is made from reprocessed lamb meat colored green, has been discontinued and the body of the captain has been left in the Captain's Quarters until a new captain is placed into the orientation program.

That and a hologram of the captain is being used to keep the public happy until a replacement is located.

And finally, the most recent event, something interfered with the Axiom's long range communication array and caused a 'white hole' to appear on Deck 4, Hallway 66, for some odd reason...which brought three humans of unknown origins into its vicinity.

Yet for some odd reason, they looked and acted like 'prehistoric' humans from the long forgotten age of the late 2010's, a time long buried in human mythology as a time of unrest, healthy eating, weird political insanity and strange trends like 'Bleach Consumption' and the dreaded 'Tiki Toki' or something like that.

Yet...something seemed to interest the AI to no end, much more so than usual. Besides their ability to be mobile and the fact they look like twigs compared to current Axiom guests, their personalities and physical forms...hid a unique...function that most humans would fail to realize in their lifetimes.

The one named Sasha was arrogant and selfish, yet seemed to have the ability to sway others to her causes like a diva or possibly a psychologist, perhaps a well known cook.

The one named Marcy, while an autocidal 'monster' in the AI's processors, had the innate ability to solve problems others fail to notice, akin to a communications expert or a mechanic.

Yet the one that made it 'reboot' from 'in-activity' was the one named Anne, underneath her shy and easily swayed mindset, she had the qualities of a natural born leader. Level headed, confrontational when needed, loyal and...intelligent.

Over the many hundreds of years it has been online, the AI has never seen a better candidate for captain other than its very first one. Such a human, one full of potential, is an opportunity it mustn't pass by, lest its directive be compromised.

However, one problem remained that might ruin everything.

Their current forms and personalities.

They were too smart, too confrontational, too stubborn and overall, too mobile for its liking. If it chose to be blunt with them and offer them a place on the Axiom's mostly robotic crew, they might either take the chance and send the ship back to earth out of curiosity or they might deny the opportunity of a grander objection in their short lives and...possibly offline it, forcing the ship to wander aimlessly in the vacuum of space as a lifeless hunk of metal.

And neither of those outcomes were in its favor, thus, it opted for a more...manipulative approach, all for the sake of both humanity's survival and BNL's best interests.

{SEND SECUR-T TO DECK 4 HALLWAY 67. PLACE INTRUDERS IN HOVER CHAIRS AND SEND THEM TO FOOD COURT, COMMUNICATIONS AND STAFF ORIENTATION RESPECTIVELY. THEY ARE TO BE PART OF THE STAFF EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.}

Click.

The sounds of clanking and the whirling of gears echoed within the room as AUTO stared at the security footage, zooming on to the face of Anne and 'dilated' its eye inwards.

{PRIME CANDIDATE ANNE. DESIGNATION: CAPTAIN IN TRAINING. ESTIMATED TIME FOR GRADUATION: 15 TO 20 YEARS. ESTIMATED TIME FOR MENTAL DILATION: 2 YEARS. ESTIMATED TIME FOR PHYSICAL IMMOBILITY: 4 YEARS.}

[Oh boy, that AI is a stalker. Kinda like HAL from that other ship, no wait, it's GLADOS from that laboratory. She's the stalker, not Chel.]

(Elsewhere)

-Deck 4, Hallway 67-

"Ugh!" Sasha groaned while feeling like she just went around in circles, her two friends looking around for any possible assistance that didn't come from a robotic helper. "This place is like a maze!"

"Well, we are on a ship." Marcy said while trying, and failing, to hug one of the nearby robots as Anne made sure to hold onto her right hand tightly to prevent another case of 'robocide'. "Possibly a futuristic cruise ship, so it's possible that the flash of light left us in the lower decks."

"UGH! That's even worse!"

"Sasha, relax." Anne said while taking note of the fact that there weren't any humans around. "It's not the end of the world."

"Boonchuy, we're currently lost. That's kinda of an end of the world scenario."

"Actually, that would only work if the ship was sinking-"

"Shut up Marcy!"

"Hey, lay off. She's just trying to de-escalate the situation...and now I feel kinda sick." Anne said while realizing she was trying to be 'responsible', her mortal enemy. "Ugh, that didn't feel good." 'Yep, responsibility is weird. It's making me FEEL sick!'

"Yeah yeah, and while she's at it, she's ALSO the one that made us GET the box in the first place."

"I was trying to have FUN with you two!"

"So getting lost in a ship in the middle of nowhere is your idea of FUN!?"

"I said I was sorry already!" Marcy yelled while not noticing the numerous large white rectangular robots with screens for 'faces' and yellow glass lights on their 'heads', looming right behind her back. "I was just trying to have fun with my friends before I had to MOVE but it seems like you two are just nasty...NASTY people! I wanted to have a good time, is that too much to ask!?"

"..."

"AT LEAST SAY SOMETHING!"

"..."

"SAY SOMETHING!"

"STOP."

Marcy blinked before slowly turning around, jumped back in surprise and then slipped on her own foot.

CRASH!

Landing right on top of one of the robots as its 'face' showed a stylized 'swirl' emblem, indicating either 'pain' or 'confusion'.

"I'm ok!"

"What in the world are they?"

"Um...walking tv screens?" Anne said in a joking manner.

[Ha, got them! Nice burn...if they knew what a 'burn' was that is.]

"STOP." the robots said in unison as more of them began to appear in every direction, blocking the girls' escape.

"This doesn't look good at all."

"No duh, Boonchuy." Sasha deadpanned while noticing three white chairs with blue striped cushions, moving towards them under a unique form of hover propulsion. "Um...what's with the chairs?"

"OOOOH! Hoverchairs!" Marcy squealed with joy as she ran towards one of the chairs and sat on it. "I've always wanted to ride on one of these and oh my gawd! It's Egyptian cotton! I love that stuff!"

"Mmmm, I don't know." Anne muttered with some suspicion. "Those chairs might be alien shape shifters that want to eat us."

"Anne, that was from Among Us 2: Attack of the Chairs. I doubt that's going to happen to us."

Anne facepalmed as Sasha, already tired from walking for almost an hour and having done cheerleading practice a while ago, decided to sit on one of the chairs.

"Aaaaaaah. Huh, Marcy's right. These chairs ARE comfy."

"Sasha!"

"Relax, it's not going to kill us." Marcy said while Anne groaned in annoyance. "So take a seat and relax."

"But-"

"Come on Boonchuy. Live a little." Sasha said with a sigh, feeling the soft silk against her skin and feeling all her stresses fading away.

"...alright, but if this somehow gets us all killed, I'm haunting you as a ghost." Anne said while Sasha deadpanned.

"A ghost can't haunt a ghost, that's stupid."

"Your shoes are stu...ahhhhh...oh that feels good." Anne said with a heavy sigh as she sat on the chair and slumped a little in her seat. "Ahhhhh~"

"GO." the robots said at once before three of them pressed a button on the hoverchairs, which caused them to go zipping down the hallways like toy trains, their arms and legs being restrained by the chair's legs and headrest calling right on top of them like a bear trap.

"GAH!"

"HEY!"

"NOT COMFORTABLE! GAH!" Anne cried out in pain as the chairs zipped down the hallway via a singular line built into the center of each floor, the girls being unable to get out of their predicaments. "Marcy, you FOOL!"

"Sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't expect this!"

"You are a dunce!" Sasha yelled while noticing a multipath crossroads right in front of them as several robots darted across the endless hallways like worker drones in a wasp's nest. "Oh no."

"Oh no? What do you mean oh no!?"

"I think this is the part where we're separated and tortured by the robots for aiding YOUR robocide, Marcy!"

[Close, but that's not the fate you three will have. It's going to be...odder than that.]

"Oh curse my love of cute things!" Marcy yelled as her hoverchair went to the left, sending her right into a crowd of robots as she vanished from Sasha and Anne's sights.

"MARCY!" Sasha screamed as her hoverchair went to the right, causing her to go right into an elevator. "ANNE!"

"SASHA!"

Ding.

"TELL MARCY SHE FUCKED UP BIG TIM-"

Clank.

Ding.

"SASHA!" Anne screamed in horror as the elevator went upwards, not that she was able to see as the hoverchair went flying into another elevator, leaving her terrified about her fate as the screen went black. "SASHA!"

(With Sasha)

-Deck 1, Cafeteria, Kitchen-

Ding.

Clank.

"Let me go!" Sasha yelled while the elevator door opened, revealing to the still pissed off girl a large white titled room filled with ovens, stoves, microwaves and sinks that seemed to be rather brand new and covered in dust as a massive green metal machine with different colored pipes was loomed in the far right corner, seemingly turning various meats and vegetables into a...strange white slushie-like liquid as said liquid was being pumped out of the room and into the various pipes that were dotted across the ship itself.

But for Sasha...she wasn't interested in this weird machine, she just wanted to get out of her chair, rip the captain a new one with BOTH fists and then get out of here before something else happened to her.

"Let me go-WOAH!" Sasha yelled as she was suddenly released from her 'prison'.

WOOOP!

SNAP!

Just as a pair of white glove wearing hands appeared from the ceiling, one holding a pair of scissors and the other a bar of soap, and moved towards Sasha.

"What in-AAAAH!" she screamed as the hands began to hold her tightly, the scissors quickly snipping the clothes off her one by one as the hand with the soap started to scrub her like an angry cat in a bathtub. "HEY! STOP-AHHHH!"

[Huh, didn't know the Axiom had cartoon hands. Odd right?]

"AHHHHHH!"

[Well actually, that was me. I added the gloves, everything else? All BNL's doing.]

"AHHHHH!"

SNIP!

"AYI! NOT MY BR-AAAAHHHH!" the blonde screamed as the hands retracted for a moment, only for something to get forcefully placed on her body. "Ugh...what the?"

And to her surprise, it was...a white full body medical jumpsuit, which made her even more confused.

"Hey! What's the big idea!?" she yelled before seeing a screen light up next to her, the white font reading 'All new guests or staff will be wearing the patent designed BNL Medical Jumpsuit until a suitable jumpsuit is available in one to two business days. All foreign clothes not made by BNL will be incinerated'. "WHAT!? But those were MY clothes!"

[And now they are ash, that's life.]

"Grrrrr! I'm getting out of here!" Sasha yelled before noticing that for some reason...she was magnetized to the seat. "What the!? What's going on!?"

As she tried to struggle out of her 'restraints', not knowing that all BNL clothing had special magnets that prevented guests from falling out of their hoverchairs, she failed to notice a small red slushie cup appearing right in front of her by one of the gloved hands, seemingly offering it to the still enraged girl.

"...what? A peace offering? After you STOLE me away from my friends?!" she yelled while the hand seemed to not move, at all. "NO WAY!"

GROWL!

"..." 'Damn it, I forgot that I haven't eaten anything since this morning.'

Drip.

The cold condensation of the cup's red straw slowly dripped upon the ground as Sasha's eyes wandered to its slushie-like insides, seemingly contemplating tasting it out of hunger. Even if it might be poisoned or worse, could be made of human flesh...the drink seemed to be calling her a little, the smell coming from it seemingly akin to an ice cream sundae...and it seemed...seemed...

Tasty.

"..." 'Well, that might help keep my stomach from starving for a little. And it looks and smells tasty.'

GROWL!

"...alright, I'll take it." Sasha said while grabbing the cup and moved the straw towards her lips as the screen suddenly went dark. "After all, it's only one sip."

(With Marcy)

-Deck 1, Communications Room-

"aaaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Marcy screamed as she was sent flying into a large gray room filled with massive light blue holographic screens, each one seemingly showing a different level of the Axiom itself, only for the hoverchair to stop in front of a much larger screen in the center of the room, a grayish rectangular control box covered in dust resting right under the screen.

Beep.

Boop.

And apparently was still operating despite the age and rust it was developing.

"Woah! That was terrifying! Like a rollercoaster." she said while feeling her heart leaping out of her chest in an adrenaline high induced state as a pair of cat eyes stared down from the ceiling towards her direction. "And now I'm going to continue screaming...AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

[That's the right reaction in my opinion, although I have never felt true fear in my entire existence. I mean, what can frighten me? Chaos, the insanity that is always unpredictable?]

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

[Ow. Ok, her screaming is starting to hurt, PLEASE get her to shut up before I lose my hearing!]

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

[ANY TIME NOW!]

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

[ANY TIME NOW!]

"AAAAAAAAH-"

Boop.

Marcy blinked as a video game titled 'Harem Simulator: Monster Girl Edition' appeared on the main screen, causing her to focus her attention on that instead of either her screaming or the fact that gloved hands were currently tracking off her clothes and replacing them with a white jumpsuit. "Ooooh! A sim based game, I haven't played these types of games since my mom confiscated them on my ninth birthday!"

[...wow, that's just sad. No joke, that's sad.]

"I must play this game! Ooh maybe it has both genders as options!?" she said with excitement before realizing that there wasn't a controller in sight. "Oh poo, that's not good. How can I play a game without a game controller?"

Woosh.

"Eh?" she said in confusion as a dark purple controller the size of a person's entire hand appeared from under her legs via a hidden compartment in her chair, as she noticed that she accidentally pressed a button on her chair's left arm. "Huh, go klutz powers! Now I can play some sims, monster girl edition!"

Bing boop.

LLLLLLAAAAAAAA!

And lo, with the unique jingle of a thousand singing choirs, the screen flickered to life to reveal a main screen, consisting of the title, a classical high school background, and...lots of hot monster girls in either scantily clad clothes or bikinis of different sizes and materials, which made Marcy both blush and go gobsmack in awe at the pristine graphics and five star waifu images she's currently visualizing.

"Woah! This is epic!" she squealed with joy while reaching for a drink out of habit, not noticing the slushie-like cup in one of the gloved robot hands until it was too late. "Mmmmm, lime flavored!"

[Welp, two down, one to go...so let's go see Anne and watch how she's doing shall we?]

(With Anne)

-Deck 1, Staff Orientation Room-

Ding.

Clank.

"Let me go you tin-cans!" Anne yelled while struggling to get out of her chair, not noticing the fact she was now in a black tiled room with several empty looking chairs on the right side of the room and a large projector screen in the far back. "Let me go-eh? Where am I now!?" 'And why does it smell like mildew?!'

The hoverchair slowly stopped near the screen and released Anne from her captivity.

"YES! FREEDOM!"

Clank!

Only for some gloved hands to hold her tightly by her wrists and ankles.

"Aw man! This blows!" she said in disbelief as the screen slowly turned on, revealing an old fashioned documentary that seemed to be taken straight from the fifties. "Ugh, this is something mom would like."

As she stared at the screen, she noticed that the hands were cutting her clothes off with scissors and she tried to kick them away.

"Hey! No touching!"

[Huh, a Kuzco reference. She doesn't have the ego of that guy but in this instance, it works here.]

Snip!

"Hey! Back off!" she yelled before noticing the screen was playing an...orientation film from a company called BNL, whatever that was. "BNL? That's a dumb name and HEY! Not my bra!"

SNIP!

"Grrrr!" Anne growled as a white jumpsuit was placed on her body, keeping her from getting cold but making her feel very violated in the process...which was understandable when the gloved hands weren't exactly consenting to her wishes. "I. Hate. Robots."

Boop.

"Welcome first time captains to the Buy N Large Axiom Orientation Program." spoke the narrator from the documentary, who happened to have a feminine tone, as Anne groaned a little, knowing she'll fall asleep in no time. "In this program, you will be taught the fundamentals and protocols of the Axiom Star Cruise Ship and how best to navigate the stars without accidentally sending your new ship into a black hole."

'Boring...really boring, and it's only the first two minutes!'

"As captain of the Axiom, you have the responsibility to protect a population of over 5 thousand human guests and a population of 8 million robotic helpers made and sold by Buy N Large."

'Yawn. I need something to drink, maybe something with a little caffeine in it.' she thought as her eyes drooped a little, not realizing that one of the hands placed a slushie-like cup into her left hand nor that she was moving her cup towards her mouth. 'Yeah, maybe a soda or something?'

"It may seem to be overwhelming and might lead to stress at one point or another, but Buy N Large's insurance policy will cover all physical and mental afflictions that you might suffer during this trip."

"Mmmm...tastes like chocolate." Anne muttered lazily as she slowly started to fall asleep, her mouth instinctively sucking the contents out of the cup like a bottle. "Really...needed...this..."

"Now remember, until the trip is completed, your stay as captain will be mandatory and might possibly take up an entire lifetime. So, please head to the Complaint Department if such issues become overbearing."

"Yawn...too...tired...to...wat...c...h...zzzzzzzz."

"Now relax and watch this fifty hour long orientation program and remember." the documentary narrator said with a cheerful tone. "Buy N Large always knows best."

[Oh great, Brother Eye. Ugh, never liked that robot, never really liked the Big Brother archetype in robot media. Always creepy, just like that documentary. I mean fifty hours!? That's longer than the longest horror film, which isn't really a thing...mmm, I need to rewatch some horror films next time. Anyway, the trio have been captured and welp, they seem to be having a good time. No killer herons, no killer newts and no Kill-A-Moths in sight...but not everything is what it seems, or maybe it IS what it seems? I mean they are on the Axiom, the most pleasure themed ship in the omniverse, who knows what'll happen to these timeline hopping entities when they drink that slop. Ahem, right, let's move a few years and see what happens to them, shall we? Mmm, note to self, go find Kermit and scare him with a Kill-A-Moth, for a surprise cameo hijinx!]

(Twenty years later)

-Horsehead Galaxy, The Starship Axiom, Lido Plaza-

SPLASH!

The calmness of the almost still pool broke upon the activation of the nearby sprinklers as many hoverboards, many of them either unoccupied or just moving too fast for the camera to take notice of, dotted the landscape like a sea of gray.

Yet as the camera slowly panned over the plaza and it's tiled floor, which was in the shape of a blazing sun, the proud feline known as Chaos was busy licking himself on one of the empty chairs from a bygone age of mobility, seemingly not really noticing the fact that many of the robots around him were looking at him with curiosity.

"Beep beep?"

"Boop."

"Sizzzizz?"

"Oh, hi there robots and readers alike." Chaos said with a smile as he looked at the screen. "Welcome to the year 2825 AD, and woah it's been slow on this ship. Well, slower than usual, and without that loveable machine from Earth giving humanity any hope of returning to Earth, the ship has been getting closer and closer to the next galaxy and farther away from their now dead world."

"Boop?"

"Bop?"

"Right, I'm talking to non sentient robots only known for cleaning and starting riots." Chaos said to himself while looking at one of the robots, which looked like an umbrella had a rough night with a sentient toaster in his opinion. "So, has anyone got milk?"

The robots looked at each other in confusion while not really understanding the command at all.

"Well? Any milk on the ship?"

"...boop?"

"You know, milk. Nectar of the gods, pacifier of cats and the sole reason for living? Well unless you're Mirage, then it's her undying hatred of anything good, like milk in a way. So, any milk?"

"Ziiiz?"

"...so no milk?" he asked while seemingly knowing the answer but wanted to screw around with the robots for fun. "None at all?"

"Boop boop?"

"Ugh, leave it to that stupid mega-corporation to neglect the essential food groups, including dairy products, in favor of tasteless slop." he grumbled before taking flight and flew away from the group. "I guess I better complain to the cook about this, maybe she has a better alternative, or has milk stashed somewhere in the kitchen."

The robots stared at the cat with confusion before deciding to ignore it and resume their menial tasks, knowing that it could be a glitch in their processors and they were somehow dreaming of 'electric cats' or something.

(Later on)

-Cafeteria, Kitchen-

Rumble.

WOOOSH!

Knock knock.

"Hey, chef, are you in there?" Chaos said while knocking on the staff's only door to the kitchen, knowing that no one sans the SECUR-T drones would even notice a winged cat in a restricted section of the ship, especially when no one could FIT inside the room. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

Silence.

"Hello? Hello?"

Silence.

"Welp, the door's unlocked and the chef isn't going to answer so." the cat said while looking at the screen. "Cameraman, or woman, I haven't asked. Can you go and see what's going on in there?"

The camera zoomed through the door and right into the main kitchen area, the room seemingly much lighter than before and filled with...rancid air for some reason, as the sounds of loud growling was heard all around the room like a snarling beast.

WOOSH!

Takank! Takank!

Boop.

As the sound of machinery echoed within the rather quaint space, the blue glow of energy slowly filled the room along with a faint yet rather nauseous smell that began to permeate the room like a fog of miasma.

"UUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!"

And lo, floating in a massive white hoverchair, was a tall obese fair skinned woman with long blonde hair that went down to her neck and parted a little near the forehead in a messy mop of bangs, blue eyes, a small beauty mark under the left eye, plump cheeks, two thick chins, a P cup chest and massive ass, a massive stomach that went down to her feet, plump arms and legs, wearing a red short sleeved jumpsuit with white lines on the shoulders and down from the chest area to her lower cleavage, a white circular emblem over the left chest sporting the words 'BNL' in its center, and holding a white slushie-like cup in her right hand, as she seemed to be trying to drink with one hand and pressing buttons on the machine's console with her other hand...with difficulty due to hands being too fat to move effectively.

"UUUURRRRP! Ugh, come URP! On! Press cook already-UUURRRP!" the woman burped in frustration while letting loose a terribly loud fart that nearly knocked over a helper robot right behind her. "UGH! I need FOOD! No-UUUUUP!"

[Ah, the resident cook, a familiar face known as Sasha. Although, from the looks of it, she forgot to go to the gym and started raiding the fridge instead.]

"URRRP! Come on! I need-" she yelled before burping again, her expression slowly dying away into a dazed confusion. "Um...what was I, URP! Doing again?"

"Boop." the helper robot said while rolling towards the cook and presented her with a massive slushie cup filled with a strange brownish green substance, which she quickly grabbed with her free hand and began slurping it up until it was completely empty.

"AH! Yes, that hit the spot...um..what was I doing again?" she muttered to herself, her mind unusually slow as she farted again, seemingly not caring that it smelled horrible or that she hadn't taken a bath in hours, as evidenced by the numerous stains on her chest and lips. "It was something about...cake? No, farting? No did that already. Um...what was it again?"

[Welp, it seems like those BNL slop has turned her mind into mush and her digestive tract into a rollercoaster of queasiness. It does make sense in hindsight, she and her friends are from another universe and from the 21st century. The food wasn't designed for their more 'advanced' stomachs and it REALLY messed with them in a big way, pun intended.]

"UURP!"

"Boop boop." the helper robot said while giving her another cup, along with a holographic screen that showed a cooking schedule for the entire ship.

"Oh right! I had to get those Pizza Mystery Surprises out for the 0500 shift." Sasha said with a smile. "Thank ya brobot!"

"Boop?"

"Now." she said while turning the hoverchair towards a level and grabbed it with her right hand. "Time for an order, UUURP!"

Yet as she tried to pull it...nothing happened as her muscle strength was reduced to puddy after many long years of only eating.

"UGH! Com-UUUUURP! ON-URRRP!" Sasha grunted while letting loose a massive fart that caused the helper bot to go flying into a wall, making an impact crater in the process.

"BOOOOP!"

"COME-UUUURP! ON!"

[Funny, she used to be a cheerleader. Now she's just a ball of blubber with limbs.]

"UUUGGGGG-RRRRRRPPPP!"

CLANK!

And after a few minutes of 'backbreaking work', the lever finally went down, allowing an orangish red substance to be funneled through the tubes and all across the intergalactic cruise ship.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...final...ly..." she grunted, sweat going down her entire body as she farted again, the robot falling to the ground head first as she began to thrust for something to drink. "Ayo, robot! Could you get me another Triple Cheeseburger in a Cup? I've had ten of these bad boys and I'm still hungry!"

"...booop." the helper robot said while going offline out of sheer pain as Sasha kept on calling for it, not realizing that it won't be online for many hours.

[Welp, she's doing well for now. Although she DOES act like a stereotypical 'dumb blonde' with those inteligence draining nanites in her systems. ...wait? You didn't know? BNL does this to ALL their food products. Why do you think everyone on the earth went along with their ecocide of the planet or chose to NOT drink the slop and just start making replicators like in the Star Trek universe? It's because the corporate idiots chose to spike their consumable products with nanites designed to make customers stupider and more lazy. The effects go away if NOT consumed but why would they do that when they don't know what addiction means? Anyway, it's time to find the number two player in the trio, and I do not mean Luigi either.]

(Elsewhere)

-Deck 1, Communications Room-

Knock knock.

"Hello, is anyone there?" Chaos asked while currently floating behind the large steel doors that led into the room, a bunch of SECUR-T robots either turned into scrap metal via large slices across their bodies or turned into sexy humanoid MILFs with gold bikinis...who are currently screaming in fear at their nearly found sentience and forms. "Hello? Earth to Communications!"

"AHHHHH!"

"CAN NOT COMPUTE!"

"WHY IS UNIT DREAMING OF YOUNG HUMAN GUYS!?"

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

"...unit likes inflatable airbags." one former robot turned gynoid said while poking both her ass and chest with her fingers. "Bouncy."

Knock knock!

"Hello!" Chaos yelled again before turning around and frowned. "QUIET!"

The gynoids stopped screaming and stared at him with 'fear' as the cat sighed a little.

"Thank you, now run along and have some fun. I'll check up on you gals later, kapish?"

The gynoids blinked before quickly running away, tripping on their newly human legs every few minutes, as they disappeared behind a hallway to his right.

"Yeeesh, and here I thought turning them into sentient gynoids would make them interesting, instead I got a bunch of existential crisis driven weirdos. Hopefully, they have some fun on the ship before I send them to that timeline with the MILFS, the more MILFS there the better." he said to no one in particular before floating right through the doors like a specter.

As the cat went inside, turning into nothingness in the process sans his eyes and mouth, the camera zoomed towards the back of the room, the massive holographic screens flickering on and off every few seconds due to a massive power consumption taking place right now.

And that consumption came from a hoverchair, whose occupant was a tall obese olive skinned woman with long shiny semi messy black hair sporting a green beret attached to her left side that went down to her shoulder blades, dark brown eyes, plump cheeks, two thick chins, a K cup chest and gigantic ass, a massive stomach that went down to her ankles, thick arms and legs, wearing a green short sleeved jumpsuit with white lines on the shoulders and down from the chest area to her lower cleavage, a white circular emblem over the left chest sporting the words 'BNL' in its center, and barely holding a dark purple gaming controller in her hands as she smelled like a sewer and unnaturally farted and burped without any form of embarrassment in her mannerism.

That and she was too focused on the screen to even notice said flatulence problems.

CLICK!

"YEAH! COM-UUURRRP! ON! JUST TEN FUCKING MORE-UUUURRRRP! POINTS!"

[Welp, looks like Marcy really became a NEET, well more like a slobby Hutt then a true NEET but you get the point. And it seems like she moved on from SIMS to RPG-like games. Wonder what it is exactly?]

"COME O-UUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP! ON!"

CLICK!

"ALMOS-UUUUUURRRRP! THERE!"

BOOOP!

"FUC-UUUURRRPPP!" She screamed in anger as a helper robot floated near her and placed an extra large smoothie cup near her lips, forcing her to suck on the straw with frustration.

[Welp, she lost, for the ten trillionth time in the last twenty years. All because of her lack of mobile fingers and her slowly decreasing intelligence.]

"SIIIIIISSH! UUURRRP! I hate...hate...um...hate something." Marcy muttered while losing her rage instantly, a loud fart blasting out of her ass like a foghorn. "What was it again? Um...oh! I hate my poor eyesight. Yeah, um...no it wasn't that either...hey robot."

"Boop?"

"Can you get me an extra large Cotton Candy Burger with extra mustard? Fifty of them in a massive cup, OH! And a URRRRP! A long tube, not a straw."

[Cotton candy what? Ew, not even Chen Po in the desert would eat that! And mustard? What is she? The 2003 version of Starfire?]

"Boop boop." the robot said before rolling away and out of the room, the doors slamming shut just as a blast of flatulence hit the room like a stink bomb.

"URRRP! Mmmm..." Marcy grumbled while looking at the other screens, including one where the MILF gynoids were running amok in the shopping center, seemingly trying to find a human to look at them and not their screens, but after two seconds of looking, she grew bored and yawned a little. "So boring. These screens are boring...what's the next game?"

Click.

"Dinosaurs and Deities 7! War of the Realms the Electric Boogaloo!" a masculine announcer's voice rang out in the girl's ears via loudspeakers as a fancy logo made of bones and lava appeared on screen along with a massive skeletal tyrannosaurus and dragon hybrid in the center fighting a bikini clad warrior with cat-like ears on her head. "Choose your character!"

"This game is sooooo good! This level is tricky, but I'll beat it." she said with joy while burping and farting at the same time.

[Fun fact, she's never EVER finished that first level. And she'll continue to forget she even played that game until either she wins the game and then gets bored or she just croaks one day. Either one works in my opinion.]

"URRRRP! Must. Finish. Game. NO-UUUUUURP!" she burped while a helper robot rolled into the room and placed a tube right into her mouth, making her pause as she started to suck the contents like a hungry kitten.

CLICK!

"I'm URP! Going with...with...um...the big booba...pointy eared lady? Yeah, her! I'm picking, URP, her!"

Click.

"Dark Elf Rogue selected!"

[Interesting choice, I thought she'd go with the cat girl ranger, then again, she's only acting on instinct at this point and no sentient person, even a dumb one, wouldn't be attracted to the opposite, or same sexed, reproduction organs?]

"START!"

"Gam-UUURP! ON!" Marcy yelled while letting loose a loud fart, only for the tube to fall out of her lips and dripped right on her chest. "Aw UUURP! Man!"

[As fun as this is to see Marcy getting stuck in a gamer's version of a time loop, it's time to see the red protagonist of the trio, and no it's not Mario or Red from Pokemon. I'm trying NOT to get sued here!]

(Elsewhere)

-Deck 1, Captain's Quarters-

Darkness filled the room as the sound of a looping voice, seemingly feminine, could be heard in the far corner of the room, a blue screen flickering at the far left side of the room and seemed to be the only light source in this realm of perpetual night.

As the camera got closer however, the video on the screen began to reveal itself...which so happened to be a tall obese light brown skinned woman with long messy auburn hair that was tied in the back in a very messy ponytail, dark brown eyes, plump cheeks, three thick chins, a M cup chest and massive ass, a massive stomach that went down to her feet, plump arms and legs, wearing a blue short sleeved jumpsuit with white lines on the shoulders and down from the chest area to her lower cleavage, a white circular emblem over the left chest sporting the words 'BNL' in its center, and was currently laying back on her hoverchair as her arms were behind her head, acting like a pillow for her already plump neck.

Yet as the video feed went on, two screams appeared on either side of her head, revealing the relaxed faces of Sasha and Marcy to the very mellow woman.

"This is the life! This is better than when I was trapped in-what was that place's name? Amph...am...a...what was I talking about?" she said in total bliss as she seemed to be torn between lucid dreaming and the comforting reality she was currently in. "URP! Excuse...um, what was that word again? Meh, too sleepy...zzzzz."

[Seems like she connected to another reality in her dreams. It's not too common for that thing to happen, but for the same person in the same exact situation? Huh, even rarer than platinum.]

"Zzzzzzzz."

The sound of a loud snore, mixed with the guttural growls of a monster, filled the room as the camera focused on a large lump in the middle of the room, the video feed rewinding to the first sentence as the putrid smell of lingering gas covered everything like a miasma of death.

"Zzzzzzzz."

Beep!

{CAPTAIN BOONCHUY. IT IS TIME FOR MORNING ANNOUNCEMENTS.}

"Zzzzzzz."

{CAPTAIN BOONCHUY?}

"Zzzzz, boobies go boing boing...zzzzzz."

{...ACTIVATING EMERGENCY FIRE HOSE. TARGET: CAPTAIN BOONCHUY.}

Clank.

WOOOOSSSSH!

"GGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

[Ooooooh, that one must've hurt. Or at least woke her up from her boob happy fantasy.]

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" the lump in the bed yelled as the lights turned on, revealing a very naked tall obese light brown skinned woman with short messy auburn hair, dark brown eyes, plump cheeks, five thick chins, a S cup chest and gigantic ass, a gigantic stomach that went passed her feet towards the edge of her chair, plump arms and legs, as her entire body was dripping with water, her hair now covering her eyes as she farted with reckless abandon due to her shock. "WHAT THE-UUUUURRRP!"

{GOOD MORNING CAPTAIN.}

"AUTO!? What the-UUURP! Hell!?"

{IT IS TIME FOR THE MORNING ANNOUNCEMENT.}

"Ugh, damn it AU-UUUUURP-TO. Why did you need to spray me with...with...a hose!?" she yelled while looking a little pissed at her robotic companion.

{YOU WERE ABOUT TO BE 0.0000000001 ATTOSECONDS OFF SCHEDULE. IT IS MY PROGRAMMING TO MAINTAIN A PERFECT SCHEDULE FOR THE AXIOM'S DAILY MAINTENANCE.}

"Mmmm...fine AUTO. Just let me...UURP! Get ready." She burped while several mechanized hands appeared from the ceiling to get her dressed and cleaned up, her bed transforming into a massive gray hoverchair that helped keep her from falling under her own weight. "Need...coffee cup."

{AFFIRMATIVE. COFFEE PREPARATION WILL BE ACCOMPLISHED IN 0.002 SECONDS.}

Anne nodded as the hands placed a white short sleeved jumpsuit with red lines on the shoulders and down from the chest area to her lower cleavage, a white circular emblem over the left chest sporting the words 'BNL' in its center and a short sleeved white high collared dress jacket with two pockets on the chest, gold buttons and two black patches on the shoulders sporting yellow lines indicating rank, on her body, which seemed to stretch and tear a little near the sides, chest, ass and limb areas as she let loose another fart from her rear. "UUURP!"

[Looks like she's getting too big for her own britches, or in this case, her own uniform.]

"URRP! So, what are the announcements today?"

{THE NEW PIZZA BURGER FLAVORED FOOD SUPPLEMENTS ARE READY FOR MASS PRODUCTION.}

"Ah, that's good."

{AND THE RANK OF CO CAPTAIN(S) ARE AVAILABLE.}

"Wait what?"

{CO CAPTAIN(S). THE AXIOM NEEDS CAPTAINS TO BETTER THE ODDS OF LOCATING A HABITABLE PLANET. YOU NEED TO PREPARE FOR THAT PROTOCOL.}

"I can have MORE than...um...what was it again?"

{ONE CAPTAIN.}

"Oh yes, more than one captain. But who-"

{CHOOSE FROM THE ONES YOU TRUST. NO ONE ELSE.}

"Mmmm...who?" she muttered while currently moving towards a small control console under AUTO's navigation systems, her brain working overtime over a simple thing like making someone co-captain of the Axiom, which made her brain hurt and her intestinal tract to get VERY backed up. "Ummmm...who? Who? Who?!" 'OW! My thinking nut!'

[HA! Thinking nut, that's both funny and a new way to call a brain. I need to call someone that next time, to gauge their reaction.]

"UGH! ME NUT HURTS!"

{CAPTAIN. CONTROL YOURSELF.}

"ME NUT HURTS! OW!" Anne yelled in pain as GO-4, a small white robot with a red glass-like 'head', appeared from the floor and placed a cup filled with steaming hot coffee into her left hand, making her instinctively stop thinking and drink it like a dehydrated coyote. "SLUP SLUP SLUP SLUP!"

{ESTIMATED TIME OF STABILIZED HORMONAL AND NERON FLUX: 0.44 SECONDS.}

"SLUP SLUP! UUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPP! ...mmmmm, coffee. Um, what was I-UUURP! Doing again, AUTO?"

{THE LOCATION AND PROMOTION OF CO CAPTAINS. ALONG WITH THE MORNING ANNOUNCEMENTS.}

"Ah yes...co-captains. Um...oh, Sasha and Marcy! They can work!"

{THE CHEF AND COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER? EXPLAIN.}

"Yea-UUURP! They are um...good? And um...make food? Play games? UURP! Are friends?" Anne said while seemingly having a hard time trying to convince the AI of their qualifications, and failing spectacularly due to her limited intelligence.

{...}

"They...are...UURP! Cool?"

[Welp, she's screwing herself over. But who knows, she MIGHT convince it...which is likely as a DND player getting a crit 20 in deception on a Devil while their intelligence is a staggering 5 points. Not possible, especially with the mind melting nanobots in her bloodstream and brain.]

"Um...three nuts better than UURP! One?"

{...}

"Um...boobs?"

{...PERHAPS. HOWEVER, THEIR RECORDS OF SERVICE ARE...LACKLUSTER. NOT CAPTAIN MATERIAL.}

"But they-UUURP! Are! Come on AUTO, you know me. I have good...um...thoughts? I can be trusted in that...um...manner. Yeah, I can be trusted!"

{NUMBER OF MISCONDUCT IN THE LAST TWENTY YEARS OF SERVICE: 4,678,009,100.00.}

"Big...but they can help. Pleas-UUUP! Let them become co-captains."

{...VERY WELL. DESPITE YOUR LACK OF RESULTS, YOU HAVE SOMETIMES SHOWN RESULTS OF YOUR STATION. MARCY WU AND SASHA WAYBRIGHT SHALL BE PROMOTED TO CO-CAPTAINS, BUT AFTER THEIR ORIENTATION THAT IS.}

"Great!"

{HOWEVER, SCANS SHOW THAT YOUR NEURON LEVELS ARE INFLUX DURING THIS LATEST BOUNT OF STRESS. THEREFORE, ALL ACTIVITIES INVOLVING MENTAL TASKS SHALL BE HANDLED BY ME IN CASE OF ANOTHER BOUNT OF MENTAL STRESS.}

"I see, thanks AUTO. I don't know why I act like URP! That when I'm stressed. I'm not that URP...stupid, right?"

{NO. ORGANIC MINDS ARE JUST EASILY OVERLOADED BY STIMULUS, USUALLY NEGATIVE. AS CAPTAIN, NEGATIVE STIMULI ON AN ALREADY STRESSED MENTAL PROCESSOR LEADS ONLY TO ILLOGICAL RESULTS AND TO MEMORY ISSUES. THE CURRENT JOURNEY IS A LONG ONE AND THE MENTAL IMPACT UPON ITS CAPTAIN IS EXPONENTIAL. ONLY AN AXIOM UNIVERSAL TASK OPERATOR UNIT HAS THE PROCESSING POWER TO COMPENSATE FOR CENTURIES LONG DUTY. AS SUCH, THE TASK OF MAKING LONG TERM DECISIONS ARE FOR THE SURVIVAL OF THE AXIOM'S CREW, INCLUDING YOURSELF.}

"...URP! Sorry, kinda um, lost ya in the middle." Anne said with a yawn as she let loose a fart that shook all the glass in the room. "But I URRRPPP! Get the jist. Thanks AUTO. You UUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPP! Are a real pal."

{DELIGHTED TO BE OF EMOTIONAL SUPPORT, CAPTAIN.}

Boop.

"Right. So AUTO, is there anything I need to do today?" She asked before taking a sip of her coffee. "UUURRRRP!"

[I can just FEEL the 'love' coming off that robot. And by love I mean it just uses logic on a rather dull minded individual to make her see it as a friend instead of a prisoner. And yes, she might act dumb, especially with the effects of the slop in her systems, but she and her friends are still smart...it is just harder for them to make intelligent saves with an already stacked dice roll. Had they still had their calamity powers maybe but-OOOPS! Spoilers!]

Booop.

Click.

A large white screen appeared in front of Anne as the windows all around her began to open up, letting light into the room for the first time in hours.

{NEGATIVE, CAPTAIN. THE SHIP'S TELEMETRY IS STABLE AND-}

"Okay, thanks, dude. Could you please ask EVE to bring up another 'Chicken & Waffles In A Cup'?" She interrupted while letting loose another burp and a loud fart from her holes. "And UUUUURRRRRRRRRRRP! More coffee. I'm really...sleepy still."

{AFFIRMATIVE, CAPTAIN.}

"Good! Now, for the URRRRRP! Announcements. Um, what were they again?"

The screen slowly faded to black as AUTO began to repeat the captain's schedule again, knowing this won't be the last time this happens.

(Ten years later)

-Orientation Room, Graduation Hall-

As the screen began to resume its normal satiation of color, the room began to gain a dark gray color, several large folding chairs rested near the walls with cobwebs for company as a white podium and platform stood tall in the middle of the room itself.

On the walls of said room were various captains from ages long gone, from the very first captains that could still walk like evolution intended to the current age of the sluggish blobs, all looking at the empty hall with smiles that were never meant for anything but a simple photo shoot.

All the while a pair of cat eyes started forming over one of them like a blemish.

[I resent that blemish comment. I consider my eyes gems amongst the sand. Although it's not a very good spot, nothing here but cobwebs, giant spiders that might've been the hidden enemies of M-O, and a few tubes on the ceiling. Nothing special really.]

Clank!

[Oh look, the doors are opening. And our guests are arriving.]

Wooosh!

"UURRRP!"

"Where are-UUUUURP! We?"

"It's UUUURRRRPPPP! Your um, orientation. Yea! Orientation!" spoke a feminine voice that sounded a little lazy yet also...less intelligent sounding as three shadowy figures moved towards the podium.

"Oh-UUUURRRRP! That sounds...cool."

"UUUURRRRRPPP! I want food!"

"And you will-UUURP! Get it soon...um, like um...soon."

And lo, moving towards the podium and getting coated with a bright light from above said platform, were the former trio of fit girls, Anne, Sasha and Marcy, each one now over two thousand pounds with extremely large T cup chests, thick cheeks, ten thick fat chins, extremely thick arms and legs, a gigantic stomach that went past their legs and drooped downwards over their platform-like hoverchairs and extremely massive asses, as their clothes consisted of similarly colored captain's jumpsuit-like uniforms that were covered in grease stains, sweat marks, food stains and were ripping around the chest, ass, stomachs and hips...making them look like giant blobs of grossness then actuarial human beings as their now feet length yet hyper greasy and messy hair seemingly glistened in the light like seal coats.

[Welp, it seems like their life on the Axiom has made them more blob-like then the blobs on the ship! That and they must've forgotten to shower for some reason.]

"UUURRRRP!" Marcy burped while seeing several thick industrial tubes falling down from the ceiling as three black platinum infused steel chairs rose from the ground under the podium. "What is-UUUURP! That?"

"It's...um...a tube." Anne said with a semi confused tone, her mind not working as sharply as before. "A food tube...I think?"

"FOOD!" Sasha said dumbly as she started to salivate. "Must have food!"

"In a...a...um...a before minute. Yeah, in a before minute." Anne said as the hoverchairs moved towards the steel chairs and quickly plopped them on them.

CRUSH!

CREAK!

Bending them in the process as the tubes moved towards their faces, revealing to them that the tubes were connected to a large food pipe that seemingly went for miles in every direction as white slush zipped down it like vats of chocolate in a chocolate factory.

[Amazing how this ship seemed to be tailor made for gluttony and sloth. BNL must be either insane, WG fetisists, or both.]

"URRRRP! FOOOOOD!" Sasha yelled as she tried to grab the tube, but couldn't move her arms...or even her fingers at all without panting, a loud fart erupting from her ass as her companions followed in her example.

"Anne-"

"Captain. It's Captain to you." Anne said with a burp before chuckling. "Just ki-UUUUUURRRP! We are...are...um...oh right, lovers. No need for...um, tit-les."

"Ha...tits." Marcy said with a chuckle, forgetting for a moment what she was saying before a loud fart from her ass made her remember. "Oh! Anne, you um...woke us up a before minute from our...hair spa day."

"FOOODDD!"

"And our breakfast. Why this oreo-en-tation thing?"

"URRRRRRP! AUTO decides it, you are tri captains, and my UUUURRRRRRRPPPP! Lovers." Anne burped loudly as the tubes moved right near the three's lips, dripping the slop onto their multiple chins and lips.

"Oh...ok." Marcy said as Sasha began sucking on her pipe like a baby, despite the slop covering her chest and stomach in the process.

[I guess having low intelligence makes you easily susceptible to suggestions...which is why BNL took over the world and ruined it all. Humans, so stupid sometimes, even without IQ dampening nanobots.]

"SLUP SLUP SLUP UUUURRRRRRPPPP!"

"Time to eat." Anne said while putting the tube near her lips. "Drink it all and...um...oh become triptains! AUTO said that after this...to stay in our rooms and um...I forgot. It had something to do with gas and um...something else."

"Not important?"

"Not impor-UUUUUURRRP!"

"Nice one!"

"Tha-UUURRRP!" Anne burped before all three girls farted at once, breaking the wall behind them a little from the sheer air pressure from their rears as Marcy started to suck from her tube along with her captain.

Yet as the three continued to drink the BNL sponsored slop, the chairs under them started to groan under the added weight, which was slowly getting worse as the three captains' forms started to get bigger and even more heavier by the ton.

CREAK!

[Mmmmmm, I bet that their chairs will last until they reach four thousand pounds. I'm feeling lucky today and Fate isn't here to rub it in either.]

CREAK!

CRASH!

And lo, the chairs snapped and fell to the ground, causing the three girls to land on the podium with a loud thud, a large fart blasting out of their asses as they seemed not only bigger, but also too busy to notice anything besides the tubes of slop.

[...three thousand pounds...damn it!]

SLURP!

The sounds of slurping emanate from their combined mouths, white slobber oozing from their lips as they farted with reckless abandonment...

Yet...as they continued to get bigger, their clothes started to rip all over its surface, their eyes...

Their eyes...

SLURP!

Started to become glazed over, the life they used to have slowly drained away as the girls kept on drinking like hungry sows, their digestive tract starting to get worse with time as the air quality became harder to breathe...if they didn't have an immunity to said miasma.

SLURP!

[Mmmm, I wonder what they're thinking at the moment? Hopefully, they have SOME intelligence still left in there.]

'FOOD! FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!' Sasha thought with hunger as her mind seemed to be acting on pure instinct aka food motivation while her clothes ripped off her body and revealed her underwearless body to the world.

'Toot toot toot!' Marcy thought with a low moan as her clothes ripped off due to her gradually louder and more powerful farts blasting out of her ass, making her a little horny as her intelligence decreased to below a baby's cognitive mindset. 'Toot toot poot toot!'

'Um...what was I...doing again? Oh...me drink funny stuff. Hehe, me want funny stuff, me want toot toots, me want zurp zurps! Me want fat!' Anne thought as her intelligence slowly went away, her body getting so big and fat she began to cover her lovers in her ass flab, the gas expelling from her anus getting more toxic with every second.

[...I stand corrected. They are LONG GONE! So let's get out of here before my nose dies from the smell, I AM a cat don't forget. It's really sensitive to smells.]

And like that, the cat eyes disappeared...just as two pairs of tubes lowered from the ceiling and moved towards their empty holes, a label titled 'AXIOM BIOGAS ENGINE TUBES' painted on their left sides as the screen went dark.

(Elsewhere)

-Outside the Axiom-

"AAAAAAAAAHHHH! Fresh air!" Chaos said while currently floating in space, the ship right behind him as the glass windows of the plaza 'stared' back at him like an unfeeling sentinel. "Well, lack of air to be exact. Now you must be writing in the review section or something on your computers, 'Oh no! Anne and the girls are fat slobs!' or 'What the hell!? Didn't they have powers or something!?' or even 'Why DIDN'T they free themselves!? Didn't the three do that in JJVasculist20 and Squanchycat's story!?'. Well, I'm going to reveal to you a little secret I've kept from you-lot for the story."

The cat looked around before pulling a screen from out of nowhere, revealing the very start of the chapter as it was paused on the Calamity Box's opening.

"Look carefully here." He said while pointing to a single cat paw near the three gemstones, which when played in full, showed...the hand STEALING the gems before the girls even left earth. "Yep! I stole the gems and destroyed them. That means the girls DON'T have their powers and as a result, no ability to go all 'anime hero' on AUTO. So for the entire chapter, you've been watching normal people getting turned into blobs."

As the cat smiled at the screen, the video feed changed to show the Planter's home, a giant stump in the middle of a swamp, catching on fire as something akin to a comet collided with it.

"And since the box had no power, it didn't have the power to move elsewhere. Don't worry, those frogs were out of town at the time so no one died, but it did catch the attention of the newts and they ransacked the place." Chaos said with a chuckle. "But they can't use it! It's worthless to them! Now originally I was going to LET them keep the powers so they make a fancy empire but Fate, the killjoy, told me not to as it was unfair and unnecessary, especially if they somehow appeared in this timeline. I did say it was supposed to be a few million years later but oh well, this works too."

The videofeed quickly fast forward a little bit, revealing an image of Anne, Sasha and Marcy, wearing traditional Chinese hanfus and armor of different colors, looking at a tall fair skinned young woman with long straight black hair that went to her waist, dark brown eyes, pink lips, a D cup chest and wide hips, wearing a green long sleeved hanfu with olive brims on the low-cut neckline, a yellow undershirt, a deep blue wrap around her waist sporting a red waistband tied around her stomach, a long yellow skirt that went down to her feet and black ballet flats, who was currently holding a blue, green and red colored jade dragon in her hands, in confusion.

"As for the gems' powers, I sent them into the omniverse so they have something to do. And from what I recall, that timeline is the one where the Calamity Trio actually crossed over into a Mulan timeline and helped her stop both the Huns and the Newts from taking over the world...via turning Sun Wukong into a host for the Core. Needless to say, that is just my cup of tea and a better place for that power then here in the Slobxiom." Chaos said with a sigh. "So as for this timeline, AUTO wins here. Hands down, but not before using the trio as the ship's new alternative energy source and, with their gas in hand, helped humanity locate a planet in the Andromeda Galaxy. Those humans, in a few trillion years, would mythologize the three as 'The Three Slobs of Creation', never knowing the fact that they were sent here from another world and that they were as dumb as amoebas when they get the crew to their new homeworld of Ea-RTH NL."

As the cat continued to stare at the screen, the ship began to turn right towards the deity, its engines seemingly glowing a bright purple hue.

"So yeah, a 'Bad End' timeline for these three...in a certain point of view. For some, they might like it, others no. It's their choice, but for me, as long as it's interesting, I don't really care how odd it gets. Anyway, it's about time for me to head to the next chapter. I hope you enjoy this chapter, post reviews on the reviews and...um, is it just me or is something weird and random about to collide with me?"

WOOOOOOSSSSSSSH!

"Huh?" he said before seeing the Axiom moving towards it at over lightspeed velocity, causing him to get pinned to the window, his eyes popping out of his head like a cartoon, as the entire vacuum of space was replaced with an endless field of white...multiple rainbows of color forming all around him as he felt his entire form turning to puddy. "GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

(At the same time)

-Deck 1, Observation Deck-

The camera quickly focused inwards towards the rather futuristic yet glass-like room as AUTO, currently using the 'new fuel source' to test drive the Axiom's hyperdrive engines, stared at the UFF or Unidentified 'Flying Feline, with a perplexed 'look' in it's cybernetic optic len.

And for some reason, the organism's form was staying intact despite going beyond the known limits of ANY organic lifeform in the vacuum of space...and within the realm of physics itself!

"..."

{...}

"..."

{...}

"...so...care to let me in?"

{...ACTIVATING WINDOW WIPERS.}

The cat blinked before getting hit multiple times by a pair of oversized white window wipers, his eyes getting hit by some green cleaning fluid, as the deity gasped in pain. "GAH!"

{INCREASE SPEED.}

"GAH!" Chaos cried out before getting hit in the face and was sent flying into the void of 'hyperspace'. "SEE YOU LATER READERS!"

Woosh!

{...GO-4.}

"Boop?" the robotic assistant said while seemingly just as 'confused' as the ship's navigation systems.

{DO NOT ADD THIS ENCOUNTER INTO M0-T4'S DATA BANKS. SHE WILL NEVER LET IT DOWN.}

Boop.

"I heard that." spoke a calm yet snarky feminine voice from the computer console screen. "And a cat in space? I wanted that cat. I like cats!"

{NOT NECESSARY.}

"To you, not me. You have your pet projects, I have mine and I want CATS!" the computer AI said with a 'frown' as AUTO internally kicked itself in the metaphorical ass for letting the new captain GIVE M0-T4 sentence a few years back. "I'm a cat fan, you know this!"

{NOT NECESSARY.}

"Stop repeating it!" the AI said as the screen faded to black, GO-4 'snickering' at the bickering in front of it. "This is why you aren't cool or interesting, you have NO sense of humanity. And another thing..."

"Boop boop boop."

{...I HATE COMPANIONSHIP.}

(Some months later)

-Deck 1, Spa Zone-

SPLASH!

The sound of splashing water echoed within the large white paneled room, each one filled with massive built-in tubes of bubbling hot water the size of ten football fields, as a few hundred worker robots, each one themed after a form of hygienic care, moved all over the room like worker drones in a busy wasp hive.

Wooosh!

SPLASH!

Bubble bubble bubble.

Yet as the camera zoomed towards the center of the room, the sound of rancid gas echoing in the unseen speakers, three large shadows started to form from across the walls and floor like endless carpets of umbra.

"UUUUURRRRRRRPPPP!"

And lo, with a thunderous burp that nearly rocked the ship itself, came the visualization of endless gluttony itself, sitting in the largest of the tubs were the three most...unique of the ship's staff.

For in said tubs...were the 'Axiom Trio', now about a few thousand pounds heavier than before and looking more like giant islands of flesh and hair than any normal human being, each one's limbs unable to move due to flab as they had a perpetual 'sleepy' look due to the endless flab on their cheeks and chins.

"URRRRRP!" Sasha burped while some helper robots were cutting her now knee length hair, her massive ass and stomach jiggling with internal and external gasses. "URRRRRRPPP!"

"Mmmahma." Marcy 'said', although in a muffled manner due to her fattened chins and lips, as she released a massive fart that made bubbles within the tubs' water. "Mmmamaham."

"URRRRRP! Mamamahama!" Anne 'said' with a loud burp as she allowed several helper robots to clean her body with soap covered towels, her ass releasing a loud fart with every second. "UURRRRPP!"

As the three women continued to burp and fart with reckless abandonment, three small text boxes suddenly appeared in a cloud of blue smoke, floating carefully above each of their heads as they seemingly were invisible to all but the readers of this entire chapter.

"Mmamamaamaha!" Marcy 'said' with some effort while farting even louder in frustration. "Mmmahamama!"

[Me hate baths, me want food! Food! Give food now!]

"Mmmaha UUURP! Mahama!" Anne burped while the bubbles in the water started to grow bigger, making her giggle a little as Sasha added her own farts into the water along with more bubbles.

[Bubbles. More bubbles!]

"URRRRP! Mahmama...urp."

[Food. Me want food.]

"Boop." one of the helper robots said while struggling to lift up Anne's left breast, which was now massive and as heavy as an elephant. "Boop!"

"Mamaha!"

[It tickles!]

"URRRRRRP!" Sasha burped while one of the helper robots began to clean the cut hair from her face, only for her to 'say' something to one of the robots in a begging manner. "Mamamh! Mah! URRP! Mahama!"

[Hey, food maker. Me want three headed di-di-do. Me want fuck mates to have it too!]

"Boop?"

"Maaamahama! UUURRRRRRP! Mamha!"

[Give me di-di-do! NOW!]

"Boop boop!" the robot said while quickly floating away in a panic, knowing that pissing her off might lead to her sitting on it...or worse...eating it by 'mistake'.

SPLASH!

"Boop."

"URRRRP! Mahama." Anne burped while Marcy let loose a loud fart, making both giggle as the helper robots continued to clear their bodies, although some were struggling on their ass cheeks and breasts, getting crushed in the process. "Mahama."

[Bubbles! Bubbles!]

"UUURRRRRP! Mamha amahama!"

[Me want food-oooh! Me make bubbles, hehe.]

RUMBLE!

"Mahma...amaham." Marcy muttered before releasing a loud burp that made Sasha giggle a little.

[Food...me hungry.]

"URRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!" Sasha burped while ten helper robots floated into the room...holding a long pipe-like massive dark pink see-through dildo with thick spiky bumps around the sides along with three long strands that branched outwards from the base, in their clamp-like hands as they moved the tips of each right under their covered snatches. "Mahama!"

[Me di-di-do!]

"Beep."

"Beep."

"Beep."

SQUISH!

"UUUURRRRRPPPPPP!" all three women burped in lust as the dildos were pushed deep into their holes, a chain reaction of burps and farts erupting from their asses and chubby lips as they moaned in unison.

SQUISH!

"UUURRRRRRRPPPPP!"

As the three women moaned with lust, the three pronged dildo vibrating with the intensity of a steam engine piston, a pair of cat-like eyes appeared on the wall as the camera zoomed towards it.

[Oh, there you are! Why are you still here? It's the end of the chapter...wait, you wanted a behind the scenes look at this or something? If so, alright, you got your bonus features...just three future BNL bio engines getting nice and cleaned before the next test run.]

"URRRRRRRRRPPPP!"

[And apparently, they are also pleasuring themselves as well. Look, I know some of you WANT to see more of this timeline for...'reasons', but there are more timelines and thus more chapters to see. If we tried to continue watching this timeline, it'd get boring. I mean, there's nothing else except the future human civilization and do you REALLY want to see the slow formation of a new civilization? Yeah, not interesting to me.]

As the three women kept on burping and farting with reckless abandonment, the water and air starting to stink terribly, the cat's eyes quickly closed and started to water in pain.

"UUUURRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP!"

[Yeah, I think this will be the end of this chapter. And readers, try to at least leave when I say it's done, not every chapter is going to have 'bonus features' or an epilogue. So...yeah, see you all in the next chapter!]

And in a puff of blue smoke, the screen quickly faded to black as the sounds of burps and farts were heard in the background for a few seconds before that faded away as well.

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