Mirage didn’t know what was worse: her existential despair or her grades. Both made her want to die, frankly, but for radically different reasons. Though, looking at the two of them separately wasn’t the best way to go about it, as one compounded the other. It was hard for Mirage to give it her all in classes, when the entire time, she was haunted by the knowledge of how pointless her struggles were when measured against the futility of her own existence.

She sat on her bed, legs crossed, single eye glaring down at her reading as if she were some spotlight circling a prisoner. In the midst of wondering what the pickle dish or whatever in her assigned reading was supposed to mean, a knock came at the door, to which she grunted a gruff “come in.”

Gabriel entered with the energy of like he was walking onto a stage or something, and V1 followed. The former waved at her warily, knowing that their intrusion would be most unexpected and unwelcome. “Greetings, Mirage,” he said, proper as always. “We have come to request your assistance in today’s assigned reading for our shared English class under the esteemed Professor-”

“Piss off.”

V1 waved his hands in front of himself, as if saying, “Wait, wait, hear us out first.”

“We can give you fifty dollars,” Gabriel said, pulling out his fat wallet and brandishing a bill.

Mirage stretched out on her bed, greatly desiring a cigarette. “Still no,” she said. “I’m already overloaded today, and I’m not even good at reading or writing anyways. Why even come to me? Was V2 not available?”

“Well, you see, I know you take meticulous notes! You’re much more talented than you give yourself credit for, and you’re very attentive, and…”

The words seemed to fade into distance as Mirage glazed placidly at the ceiling. She knew the actual reason they’d come to see her - it was writ large across the single glowing and silent eye of V1. She was the self-proclaimed “Prettiest Girl in School.” She knew the way both men and women watched her too-short skirt and tight top, and how her being a robot of the same blue-hued make as V1 only increased the attention she received. She even welcomed it at times. It was funny to see boys bend themselves over to please her, but today was not the time for it. Not now, while the dark and despairing thoughts crowded her like birds of prey.

Gabriel kept chittering on about her good qualities and how intelligent he found her, while Mirage felt a real anger rise inside of her. Man, why were some people so annoying? Why wasn’t she saying the first time enough to turn them away? Not only was her life pointless, and existence meaningless, now she had to deal with people not knowing when to leave her alone. Maybe, if they didn’t leave, if they wanted to get closer to her, she’d have to take matters into her own hands - a thought which stopped her cold. A sadistic little tingle crept up her spine. She’d been wanting to hurt someone and let off some steam - and what better time than the present?

“Hey boys,” she said, interrupting Gabriel, “I’ll do something for you alright, come in and close the door.” She curled a long finger towards them almost seductively. Gabriel looked on in innocent confusion, while the far more experienced V1 entered immediately. Gabriel followed after him, still not entirely sure what all this was about.

She laid herself out on her dormitory bed, a stout and wide wooden thing that sat on the far side of the room under a fluorescent light. Her roommate’s identical bed sat off to the right of her own by a few feet. V1 navigated the messy carpet floor, stepping over discarded clothes and trash that were mostly Mirage’s. In front of the foot of her bed was the wall-length closet for both her own clothes as well as her roommates. Today, this mundane and generic college dorm room would be the scene of a most strange and horrific crime.

V1 sat eagerly on her bed, and Gabriel came up behind, having closed the auto-locking door to the room out of respect for Mirage’s privacy. V1’s large single eye gazed at her longingly, like he was asking her, “What would you have us do?”

Mirage stroked the side of her face almost tenderly. “I think we can put our parts together, V1. What do you think about that?”

“Machine!” Gabriel said, flushing. “We came here for homework help - not for such indecency!”

“Nah, it’s alright,” Mirage said, pulling V1 closer until their near-identical heads were touching. “I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to devour another robot anyways.”

“01010111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00101110?” V1 asked.

Gabriel didn’t entirely understand what happened next. Beneath Mirage’s eye, something like an elastic mouth opened, and she shoved V1’s own head into it. He jerked back frightfully, but she grappled him with both hands and gripped his chest, pulling him towards her and down the “throat.” Her mouth stretched wide to accommodate him, and there were great gulps and sucking sounds as he was pulled into her. First his head, then his neck, then torso vanished inside, bulging out her throat until his kicking legs were the only thing that remained outside. She tossed back her head and watched the agile legs and wide hips sink down her throat until they too were gone. Then all that was left of V1 was a struggling and cursing figure clearly and uselessly attacking her robogut from the inside.

“Jesus Christ!” said Gabriel.

Mirage leaned towards him, exposing her breasts beneath her shirt. “Y’know, I think you should go with him. You two were always cute together.”

“I really must be going!” Gabriel said through his panic. “I don’t want to miss my- eep!”

He gave a high-pitched and girly scream as Mirage lunged at him, swallowing his body in seconds. Gabriel went down with no trouble, and now, both he and V1 were trapped in her torturous gut. Mirage sat back onto her bed, patting her stomach which was now two times her own size. “Alright you two,” Mirage said, “ready to see the horrors of reality with me?”

Her fat, robotic stomach mostly covered up V1 and Gabriel’s respective curses and prayers. She laid down and put her hands on her gut, knowing that in just a few moments, the two of them would experience true horror. When her body detected food in her stomach, it began its digestion protocols. Metallica whirring buzzed around her, and then the stomach began to contract. The space in there immediately grew very tight, and she heard the voices inside edge towards panic. Then it closed in hard, and she heard the wonderful sounds of bones breaking and metal crunching V1 and Gabriel screamed.

“Life is meaningless, but didn’t you know it’s also merciless, boys? Why are you so shocked?” Mirage said, rubbing her tummy. Then she felt it grow sloshier inside as the digestive acids poured into her stomach, and thick glorbles mixed with the sounds of V1 and Gabriel breaking down. The walls contracted again, and then again.

She put her hands on her stomach, giggling. Then Mirage pushed in, helping speed along her digestive process. The crunches and snapping that filled the room covered up all else, including what the boys were saying for their last moments. There was no way to hear them over the noises of their bodies being obliterated and melted thickly, her belly already growing softer as their solidity faded. Mirage continued pressing, and the sounds grew more dire and more horrific as metal shattered and burned while flesh was melted and degraded. With a final clench and shove of her gut, she killed the both of them, crushing the duo and then swiftly churning and melting them down into the same thick chyme, finally together where they belonged. Any solidity in her gut vanished, and any evidence that the two of them had ever existed was wiped out.

“Sorry boys,” Mirage said, giving her stomach another slap and feeling the two of them slosh around in there. “But it’s survival of the fittest out here, y’know?”

Now came her favorite part. Unlike humans, who had to wait so long for their bodies to break down and distribute food around their curves, her robotic gut could get this done in a matter of minutes. The stomach would take those two losers and turn their pathetic bodies into something beautiful. She felt her innards working hard, sucking the sludge from her stomach and preparing to turn it into weight on her curves. Before her body was able to finish that though. Mirage pulled out her phone and took a screenshot of herself and her stomach. Somehow, the phone identified that V1 and Gabriel were inside, and put two little white boxes on her rapidly-shrinking stomach, labeled with their names. She waited, and then the process seemed to erupt gloriously all at once to really fantastic results.

First, her thighs practically burst outwards. They swelled to four or five times their original width and weight, ripping her skirt and giving her new reasons to live with each new inch they gained. Her rump exploded too, and Mirage moaned at how the two cheeks back there now felt like they were the same size and softness as actual queen-sized pillows. Finally, her chest bust outwards, bursting open her bra and shirt and revealing tits that were, actually, much bigger than melons. She was larger than a DD-size now - which admittedly would be pretty hard to shop for, but whatever. Mirage would manage.

More important than any of that though, was that Mirage felt her confidence renew itself. Now she was definitely the Prettiest Girl at School. Nobody would even dare challenge her for the title. And she had to admit: she felt a lot better about herself now that she’d taken out all of that anger on two annoying boys. “Your lives may have been meaningless, but these new curves definitely aren’t. Goddamn,” Mirage said, turning in the mirror and feeling herself up all over.

Mirage realized as she measured her thighs that she really hadn’t felt this good in quite some time. She didn’t just want to stop with only two cute boys - imagine how good she’d feel if she ate more. If her curves continued to expand like this, if she kept on getting bigger and wider. Nothing in her wanted to stop after how much fun this had all been. Maybe it was time to pay the boy’s dormitory a visit, and give herself even more reasons to keep on living.

Suddenly the lock to her room jiggled, and a chipper voice cried through the door, “Hey Mirage I’m coming in! Sorry if I’m interrupting anything I just really gotta lay down and-”

V2 pushed open the door and came in, stopping in her tracks the second she saw Mirage, who was now posing seductively as she looked at her roommate. “Heya V2. Had a big day, huh? I had a big one too, in more ways than one I guess.” Somewhere in the back of her head, Mirage still knew that life was pointless, that there was no higher reason for anything they were doing, that she was going to continually wrestle with the questions and doubts that plagued her and all that jazz.
But the look on V2’s face in that moment, and the way she literally dropped her backpack to rush over and embrace her, and especially the things they did on the bed together after that, both holy and not, made her realize, for just a few minutes, that none of those all-important feelings or thoughts mattered. All that mattered was her body, her happiness, and the way she shared those things with somebody who wanted her too.

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