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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2018-04-01 07:55 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2018-04-01 07:55 am
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The Smith Residence; Dimension [Unknown], Easter Sunday [04/01].
God, family holidays suuuucked. Was there anything worse than being obligated to just hang out with your family on the pretext of some religious event that no one in your household even believed in? Summer was about ready to stab herself in the face with a fork just to feel alive again. She'd had lunch already with her mom and Morty and Rick, who had unsurprisingly disappeared, and her dad was going to pick them up in a little bit to go have dinner with Gramma and Grampa Smith and Jacob, but, in the meantime, she was just bored as hell.
Sooooo...maybe, since Rick wasn't even there, she'd go poke around the garage for something interesting. Because that was always a great idea, poke around at interdimensional machines and devices, half of which she'd have no idea how to use, but a surprising amount of stuff she did. But she did find the Morphizer-Xe, and a very interesting thought crawled into her brain.
She always had felt that one of the things truly holding her back from total hotness was her chest, much too small by her own estimation, and here was a thing, right at her fingertips, that, with the press of a button, could solve that problem. Besides, prom was coming up...how bomb would it be for her to fill out her dress just that much more? It was dumb. It was really dumb, and she knew this, but at the same time...would anyone notice? They'd have to notice. What if she did it really subtle?
After some debate and some texting to see if distraction would talk her out of it, she was now convinced and fired up the machine. It didn't seem that difficult to use, pretty intuitive, boop-boop-boop, bleep, twist this, annnnd...
The machine charged up, sending a beam of glowing, swirling golden light between the machine and a screen and Summer grinned. She poised herself, tongue slightly out of her mouth as she tried to nudge her chest into the beam just enough to catch it at the right angle. "Oh yeah," she said, grinning wider to see it working on one breast, and she shifted to put the other one into the stream to match. "That's what I'm talkin' about." And she shifted again, because maybe a little bigger might be nii-- "Whoops." Okay, that was a little too big, but now she was uneven. "Maybe just a little more on the other si--"
But it was too much, and now she couldn't stop it and it was getting out of control. "Now come on!" Panicked, not exactly thinking straight, Summer reached out to knock the beam away, only to catch it full on her arm. Her arm which then started growing bigger, bulbous in its growth as her distress started to rise, the weight of her arm pulled her down, now having the beam catch her in her face, all her screams and shouts and attempts to stop the continued growth of her body only making things worse.
...until she filled the whole garage with her giant body, and only the muffled sounds of her deepened moans of despair filled the house and sent Beth and Morty rushing out to see what was going on. "Ohmygod," Beth cried out as Morty opened the garage door to reveal Summer stuffed awkwardly inside. "Summer! What happened?"
Morty took a deep breath and dove into the writhing mass of his newly giant sister enough to pull the Morphizer-XE out. "How do we get her back to normal?" asked Beth.
"I don't know, man!" Morty admitted, shaking his head, pushing a few buttons, then pulling out his phone. "This thing is pretty complicated. I-I...I'm gonna called Rick."
"Hold on!" Beth reached out and grabbed Morty's phone from him before he could even pull up his contacts. "We can't just call your grampa whenever there's a problem! We can handle this ourselves."
"I mean," Morty was not terribly convinced by Beth's encouraging, hopeful smile, "I don't see the point in trying to? This is obviously Rick-level shit."
"I have a medical degree," Beth reminded him.
"Is that what this is about?" Morty asked incredulously. "L-like, like you wanna prove yourself?"
"Oh, it's not about anything, Morty, how dare you--"
"Well, good," said Morty, snatching his phone back, "then I'll just call R--OW!"
Beth smacked the phone out of his hand. "Morty, I need this."
So they took the to machine, trying to figure it out, taking turns trying to hold the bulging, moaning mass that was giant Summer in the garage. "Ah-ha!" Beth eventually said. "Look at this, it says 'Normalize.' I bet if we just press that--"
"But," Morty interjected quickly, "if the machine was made by spider people, 'normal' would mean eight legs!"
"Oh, god," Beth groaned, "are you gonna go on another schpiel like you did with the flesh-colored crayon? I'm pretty sure normalize will make her normal."
So Beth went ahead and pushed the button.
And the laser promptly shot Summer and forced her even bigger, breaking through the garage and staring down at her now tiny little brother and mother in shock.
"I'd....call that progress," said Beth with optimism.
Optimism that Morty clearly didn't share. "She's huge!"
"And normal!" Beth insisted.
"I'm not normal!" Summer bellowed, regretting so much, regretting everything, ohgod, she just wanted to look super hot in a prom dress and now there were birds flying around her head, trying to nest in her giant ponytail."
"We just twist this," Beth said quickly, turning a dial, "and it says reverse. Reverse. Done and done--"
But Morty pulled the machine away. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Come on!" Beth said. "It says 'reverse.' What else could 'reverse' possibly mean?"
And she pressed it. And they found out, the beam hitting Summer, and Summer's deepened moans of pain rumbling out of her as the beam took her flesh and reversed it so that not only was she massive and huge, but her insides were now her outsides.
"Mom!" Morty shoved the phone at her. "Call Rick!"
She took the phone, Morty sighed as Summer cringed and moaned in complete and utter pain, and he started to say thank you, before Beth superseded it with a cheerful, "There's a customer service number!"
But of course, that wasn't that simple, either; sure, Beth had contacted a customer service team, and they instructed her on what to do, but it seemed as though the instructions they were feeding her were not how to undo the damage that was done, but rather to just release the little hatch in the machine that freed the customer service team from where they'd been trapped inside.
"Okay, so I pushed the button," Beth said, "and three little men ran out.What do I do next? Hello?" She frowned, handing the phone back to Morty. "I think we got disconnected."
By this point, Morty was so frustrated, he took the phone and threw it on the ground and smashed it with his foot for good measure.
"Morty!"
"Don’t 'Morty' me!" Morty shouted. "When Rick left after lunch, I thought I could get a break from this kind of adventure, but nooooo! Like father, like damn daughter! You want to be like Rick, congratulations! You’re just as arrogant and just as irresponsible!"
"...Everything okay here?"
"Mind your own business, Gene!" Morty whirled on the neighbor that had cautiously peeked his head over the fence dividing their yards, not even sparing a glance at the giant inside out woman where the Smith garage used to be. "I'm having a conversation with my mother here!"
A conversation that continued with Morty pretty much telling her she needed to shut up and let him do his thing and stop trying to fix everything while he fiddled and adjusted the machine until he finally calibrated it to do hopefully what he wanted it to do, testing it on something first before aiming it at Summer, who, back to normal size, right-side-out again, just sort of sat there for a long, long moment.
"Summer?" Beth ventured carefully. "Do you need--"
"I'm fine," she said quickly, though she wasn't blinking, she hadn't stopped breathing heavily, and she kept patting various parts of herself to make sure they were all in check. "I'm fine. I just...might...need a moment..."
"Yeah, yeah," Beth agreed, "sure. Come on, Morty, let's...go finish taking care of the dishes."
And once they were gone, once she started to settle into her own skin again, Summer breathed out a deep breath, told herself that there was a lesson to be learned here, but...at the same time...a hand traveled up to her chest, cupping a boob here, squeezing it there, and then she nodded. Yeah, it wasn't much, but they definitely seemed to have not gone completely back to normal.
Nice.
[[ i honestly never expected to ever use this episode, and yet here were are. sometimes, you just get inspired and handwavey just won't cut it. altered/transcribed from Rick and Morty S03:E05, "The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy". open if'n anyone wants to text or call. Happy Easter, y'all]]
Sooooo...maybe, since Rick wasn't even there, she'd go poke around the garage for something interesting. Because that was always a great idea, poke around at interdimensional machines and devices, half of which she'd have no idea how to use, but a surprising amount of stuff she did. But she did find the Morphizer-Xe, and a very interesting thought crawled into her brain.
She always had felt that one of the things truly holding her back from total hotness was her chest, much too small by her own estimation, and here was a thing, right at her fingertips, that, with the press of a button, could solve that problem. Besides, prom was coming up...how bomb would it be for her to fill out her dress just that much more? It was dumb. It was really dumb, and she knew this, but at the same time...would anyone notice? They'd have to notice. What if she did it really subtle?
After some debate and some texting to see if distraction would talk her out of it, she was now convinced and fired up the machine. It didn't seem that difficult to use, pretty intuitive, boop-boop-boop, bleep, twist this, annnnd...
The machine charged up, sending a beam of glowing, swirling golden light between the machine and a screen and Summer grinned. She poised herself, tongue slightly out of her mouth as she tried to nudge her chest into the beam just enough to catch it at the right angle. "Oh yeah," she said, grinning wider to see it working on one breast, and she shifted to put the other one into the stream to match. "That's what I'm talkin' about." And she shifted again, because maybe a little bigger might be nii-- "Whoops." Okay, that was a little too big, but now she was uneven. "Maybe just a little more on the other si--"
But it was too much, and now she couldn't stop it and it was getting out of control. "Now come on!" Panicked, not exactly thinking straight, Summer reached out to knock the beam away, only to catch it full on her arm. Her arm which then started growing bigger, bulbous in its growth as her distress started to rise, the weight of her arm pulled her down, now having the beam catch her in her face, all her screams and shouts and attempts to stop the continued growth of her body only making things worse.
...until she filled the whole garage with her giant body, and only the muffled sounds of her deepened moans of despair filled the house and sent Beth and Morty rushing out to see what was going on. "Ohmygod," Beth cried out as Morty opened the garage door to reveal Summer stuffed awkwardly inside. "Summer! What happened?"
Morty took a deep breath and dove into the writhing mass of his newly giant sister enough to pull the Morphizer-XE out. "How do we get her back to normal?" asked Beth.
"I don't know, man!" Morty admitted, shaking his head, pushing a few buttons, then pulling out his phone. "This thing is pretty complicated. I-I...I'm gonna called Rick."
"Hold on!" Beth reached out and grabbed Morty's phone from him before he could even pull up his contacts. "We can't just call your grampa whenever there's a problem! We can handle this ourselves."
"I mean," Morty was not terribly convinced by Beth's encouraging, hopeful smile, "I don't see the point in trying to? This is obviously Rick-level shit."
"I have a medical degree," Beth reminded him.
"Is that what this is about?" Morty asked incredulously. "L-like, like you wanna prove yourself?"
"Oh, it's not about anything, Morty, how dare you--"
"Well, good," said Morty, snatching his phone back, "then I'll just call R--OW!"
Beth smacked the phone out of his hand. "Morty, I need this."
So they took the to machine, trying to figure it out, taking turns trying to hold the bulging, moaning mass that was giant Summer in the garage. "Ah-ha!" Beth eventually said. "Look at this, it says 'Normalize.' I bet if we just press that--"
"But," Morty interjected quickly, "if the machine was made by spider people, 'normal' would mean eight legs!"
"Oh, god," Beth groaned, "are you gonna go on another schpiel like you did with the flesh-colored crayon? I'm pretty sure normalize will make her normal."
So Beth went ahead and pushed the button.
And the laser promptly shot Summer and forced her even bigger, breaking through the garage and staring down at her now tiny little brother and mother in shock.
"I'd....call that progress," said Beth with optimism.
Optimism that Morty clearly didn't share. "She's huge!"
"And normal!" Beth insisted.
"I'm not normal!" Summer bellowed, regretting so much, regretting everything, ohgod, she just wanted to look super hot in a prom dress and now there were birds flying around her head, trying to nest in her giant ponytail."
"We just twist this," Beth said quickly, turning a dial, "and it says reverse. Reverse. Done and done--"
But Morty pulled the machine away. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Come on!" Beth said. "It says 'reverse.' What else could 'reverse' possibly mean?"
And she pressed it. And they found out, the beam hitting Summer, and Summer's deepened moans of pain rumbling out of her as the beam took her flesh and reversed it so that not only was she massive and huge, but her insides were now her outsides.
"Mom!" Morty shoved the phone at her. "Call Rick!"
She took the phone, Morty sighed as Summer cringed and moaned in complete and utter pain, and he started to say thank you, before Beth superseded it with a cheerful, "There's a customer service number!"
But of course, that wasn't that simple, either; sure, Beth had contacted a customer service team, and they instructed her on what to do, but it seemed as though the instructions they were feeding her were not how to undo the damage that was done, but rather to just release the little hatch in the machine that freed the customer service team from where they'd been trapped inside.
"Okay, so I pushed the button," Beth said, "and three little men ran out.What do I do next? Hello?" She frowned, handing the phone back to Morty. "I think we got disconnected."
By this point, Morty was so frustrated, he took the phone and threw it on the ground and smashed it with his foot for good measure.
"Morty!"
"Don’t 'Morty' me!" Morty shouted. "When Rick left after lunch, I thought I could get a break from this kind of adventure, but nooooo! Like father, like damn daughter! You want to be like Rick, congratulations! You’re just as arrogant and just as irresponsible!"
"...Everything okay here?"
"Mind your own business, Gene!" Morty whirled on the neighbor that had cautiously peeked his head over the fence dividing their yards, not even sparing a glance at the giant inside out woman where the Smith garage used to be. "I'm having a conversation with my mother here!"
A conversation that continued with Morty pretty much telling her she needed to shut up and let him do his thing and stop trying to fix everything while he fiddled and adjusted the machine until he finally calibrated it to do hopefully what he wanted it to do, testing it on something first before aiming it at Summer, who, back to normal size, right-side-out again, just sort of sat there for a long, long moment.
"Summer?" Beth ventured carefully. "Do you need--"
"I'm fine," she said quickly, though she wasn't blinking, she hadn't stopped breathing heavily, and she kept patting various parts of herself to make sure they were all in check. "I'm fine. I just...might...need a moment..."
"Yeah, yeah," Beth agreed, "sure. Come on, Morty, let's...go finish taking care of the dishes."
And once they were gone, once she started to settle into her own skin again, Summer breathed out a deep breath, told herself that there was a lesson to be learned here, but...at the same time...a hand traveled up to her chest, cupping a boob here, squeezing it there, and then she nodded. Yeah, it wasn't much, but they definitely seemed to have not gone completely back to normal.
Nice.
[[ i honestly never expected to ever use this episode, and yet here were are. sometimes, you just get inspired and handwavey just won't cut it. altered/transcribed from Rick and Morty S03:E05, "The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy". open if'n anyone wants to text or call. Happy Easter, y'all]]