The short haired brunette botcher of bots and malice of machines, the hacker of unholy horrors, the manipulator of robotic mayhem, Glitch Bunny humped, thumped and huffed in her gymshorts, stretched tight over her impressive rear (impressive for such a short petite girl).
“NGHHH! UNGHHH!!! NNNFFF!!! UMMPH!!!” She finished her last set of squats, her buttocks flopping about in their tight athletic way, bouncy but fit, like a brave little gelatinous peach. She kept care of herself! Sweat droplets trickled down her impressive short smooth thighs as she laid against the wall, puffing and huffing, hands on her soft little tummy.
“Woof! That was a good session, damn! Time for a little break...” She said, a wolfish grin as she reached for her bong underneath her computer. She took a second to admire the code she had written on the computer screen. That line of code, the one she just made that would reroute space pirate ships and direct them right into craters inhabited by lunar-worms... yeah, she wrote that, bitches!
BRRRING! ALERT! BUNNY BOUNCE! BUNNY BOUNCE! Announced her robotic bunny alarm.
“eep!” She stood straight up, bonking her head on the table. WHOMPF!
“Owwiee...” She said, gingerly rubbing her short brown hair as she picked up the phone, eyes lowering.
“This better not be HQ. I'm hanging up if it is.” She said under her breath.
“YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT, IT'S HQ!” Said her robot boss. Well sometimes boss. He was a collector of sorts, but of mercenaries and hackers, and usually found her good jobs. How else did she buy all this crap and a personal gym, at that? Just before she was about to hang up the robot on the other line continued. “WITH A BIG BIG MONEY JOB...”
Her eyes turned into little milky saucers. “Oooh. Yes, boss?” She leaned on one knee on her bench, lightly swaying back and forth with a fey little grin as the boss continued.
“THE WHITEHAND CORPORATION HAS JUST OPENED UP A NEW LAUNDROMAT, STATE OF THE ART, NEW FANGLED, ALL THE BELLS AND WHISTLES. TOMORROW THEY'RE ABOUT TO UNVEIL A NEW SHAMPOO BRAND. IT WOULD BE AWFUL NICE TO GET THOSE PLANS FROM THEIR DATABASES.”
Glitch Bunny nodded her head. “So. My role?”
“IF YOU WISH. YOUR MISSION WOULD BE TO BREAK INTO THE LAUNDROMAT AND STEAL THOSE PLANS FROM THE COMPUTER SYSTEM.”
“Got it. Easy.” She was about to hang up before her boss blared out again “WAIT!”
“OooF!” She bonked her head on the table yet again. Rubbing it a bit more annoyedly, she turned her head to the phone, breath short. “What?”
“THIS LAUNDROMAT IS FULLY ROBOTICIZED AND HAS SOME ADVANCED AI INSTALLED. I WOULDNT GIVE THIS JOB TO ANY OF MY OTHER GIRLS, IT'S JUST TOO DANGEROUS. THAT'S WHY I TRUST YOU WON'T MESS THIS UP.”
“Mess this up? Whatchu mean, boy?” She said quizzically, hands on hips.
“WELL, YOU DID FAIL THAT CANDY FACTORY MISSION, AND THE CAR WASH MISSION, AND THE MASSAGE PARLOR MISSION, AND THE DIAPER FACTORY MISSION... AND THE...”
“Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop, just stop it, heh.” She said, giggling nervously and blushing. “Those were peewee league missions. I'm a big girl now. I can handle this one, bucko.” She said with a wolfish grin.
“ARE YOU SURE... (she thought she heard the robot sigh... could a robot do that?) WELL, THIS TIME I TRUST YOU NOT TO FAIL. YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN OUTWIT THOSE ROBOTS. WELL, SOMETIMES YOU CAN.”
“I ALWAYS CAN, YOU SACK OF TIN TESTICLES!” She hissed into the phone. The HQ boss hid under his desk sheepishly. She grinned evilly.
“YES, W-WHAT WAS I SAYING. THOSE WERE PEEWEE MISSIONS. MAKE IT TO THE WHITEHAND LAUNDROMAT IN FIFTY TWO NANOMINUTES. HQ OUT.” The robot hung up as she stared at her wardrobe.
She had recently installed an Automatic Wardrobe Machine with some side cash from one of her successful missions.
accidentally clicked the AUTOMATIC DRESSING button. Oops, not this again...
Before she could move panels opened up in the walls of her Auto Wardrobe. White gloved hands attached to jointed robot arms whirred out and instantly clamped around her waist. “oof!” she groaned as the hands rapidly ripped off her bra and panties. VWRR! WHP!!!
Gloves whirred down with powder puffs and soft pink brushes, daintily powdering her body to smell as fresh as can be. Powdering, powdering, this was rather nice... HONK!
Eeep! She squeaked as a gloved hand honked her left buttock. “Why you stupid machine... Eep!”
HONK HONK! A pair squeezed both buttocks as though it was fluffing a pillow. “Damn machine must be malfunc- EEEP!” HONK HONK HONK! With each butt grope she squeaked and whined in annoyance.
“Gotta find a way to turn-OOF! Ah!” WOOGAH WOOGAH. Gloved hands squeezed her petite breasts. Her face reddened as she grimaced and grinded her teeth angrily. The mocking cartoon sounds must have been installed by some perv at Robotics... had to explain all the butt groping... HONK HONK!
“Ugh, just put my uniform on alread-MMMBLM!” WHOMP! A gloved hand thwomped over her face, gagging her. HONK HONK! AWOOGAH! HONK HONK HONK! The white gloves were efficiently carrying out their programmed code, much to the heroine's chagrin.
“OOF! NNGH! MFF! MPPHF! MMLBM!!!! MMBMLLMMM!” One standing outside could see the Automatic Wardrobe hopping and shaking about as the mayhem continued inside with a very frustrated brunette taking the brunt of it.
After a bit of mechanical fun the hands stopped groping the heroine, who now had a thin sheen of flop sweat over her curves. The hands holding her waist dropped the nude girl through the air as her legs slid through a pair of fresh clean white panties held by another glove. She landed like a parachuter into the panties with a squeal. It tickled her every time! The gloved hands smoothed the panty straps around her impressive wide buttocks and patted them approvingly. She braced herself for the inevitable HONK! But it didn't happen this time, thankfully.
Hands clipped her bra on and slid her tight white booty shorts over her proud rear. Her tank top, boots, and gloves followed.
The hands lifted her out of the machine. “Well that settles it! Now let's get go-oof!” HONK! “RGHHH!!”
The machine's door closed before she could turn around and punch the damned robot hand. Next time she better not turn that program on, she told herself...
Yet another night and another mission for the Brunette Botcher of Bots!...