John awoke to the smell of searing meat. Barry had ordered the robots to cook John twenty pounds of bacon each morning as breakfast.
They had to remodel the kitchen and hire an industrial-grade cooking robot to cook John all the food he needed.
John got out of bed. He had lost some of his belly over the last few months. It was now small enough that if John bent over enough he could see his dick. It was also small enough that simple things like walking around and fitting through doors had become easier. However, the increase in John's muscles had made him so much broader, so he still had to shuffle to fit through doors. But It was easier.
The nightstand next to John's bed was filled with empty pill bottles. It covered every bit of the stand. John was so big that he needed to take a full bottle every night. If John didn't take his meds, then he would suffer from sleep deprivation.
John walked down the stairway of his mansion and towards the kitchen.
Barry was sitting at the marble counter of the kitchen. There was a small plate of bacon on the counter that he was nibbling on. Barry didn't eat. He just nibbled. John guessed that's why he was so thin.
John looked over to his massive bowl. It was twice as wide as John and half as tall. The metal of the bowl itself had to have weighed at least sixty pounds. The cooking robot rotated out of John's way. John walked towards the massive bowl. He lifted it up with ease.
John plopped his bowl down on the counter. He sat down on his quadruple-reinforced steel stool and shoved handfuls of bacon into his mouth.
SNIFF
"You need to go see Sharron," Barry said
John gave him a slight side-eye
"I will. But I eat first." John said
John ate all of his bacon in about ten minutes. Then he got up and walked back upstairs.
John had never had a problem showering consistently before. But Sharron had changed that.
She was so popular in the Mechanoid Empire that there weren't any showers without her. So John had to stomach her perverted and lecherous gaze any time he wanted to clean himself.
So naturally, John avoided it.
But once you smelled so bad that you started getting complaints. Getting cleaned becomes the top priority.
Even if It has to be by a creepy Robot.
SNIFF
"MHHHHH. YES! I'M GOING TO CHOMP THAT STANK DOWN BABY!" Sharron yelled
John cringed.
After that harrowing experience, John put on a fresh set of sweats and left the house.
Naos and Neptune stood at the front door of the house. They were each chowing down on a bear.
They had taken to hunting their own food lately. Which John was happy about. At the size they were now, they both ate about two cows worth of meat a day. It would be a real hassle to organize buying that much meat.
"YAP!"
"YAP!"
Both Naos and Neptune's voices had deepened. So now they did YAPS Instead of Yips.
John gave both Naos and Neptune pats on the head.
They pushed their hands into his pants.
John thought they made a slight purring sound.
RING A DING
John looked down at that sound.
RING A DING! RING A DING!
John pulled his phone out of his pocket.
It was a call from Mechna.
That's weird. She usually just shows up when she wants to talk.
John picked up the phone.
"Come to the main government office now. There a thing I want to experiment on."
John nodded.
"Alright. I'll be there."
She was probably just testing if John's strength had improved. That's what she usually did when she asked to do experiments.
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John's dragons were too big to be transported with John. And John was too heavy for them to be able to fly him on their backs.
So John had gotten Mechna to create a tracker that he could put on his dragons to stop them from being attacked by artillery and violating airspace rules.
The dragons would fly to Mechna's place. And John would sit in the bed of a truck.
It was strange that they still had cars here. John had expected something sci-fi, like flying cars or something. But for some reason, they just used normal cars.
They were self-driving, though, which was useful.
John sat in the back of the truck for about thirty minutes until he reached his destination. Mechna lived in a small apartment in the middle of the slums, which was strange for a literal empress. You would have expected her to have a mansion.
John scooted out of the back of the truck. It drove away moments after John left.
"YOU!!!!!!" Screamed an accusatory voice.
Standing about thirty feet away from John was a man with shotgun in his hands and twitching eyes. He was small. Much, much smaller than John.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH DOING WHAT YOU DID!?!?!?!" Yelled the man
John just looked at him.
"What?"
"YOU FUCKING BLOOD-SUCKING LEACH. YOU ARE TAKING A BILLION DOLLARS A YEAR FROM THE GOVERNMENT JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING THE EMPRESS. YOU THINK I'LL LET THIS STAND."
BANG!
A spray of bullets shot into John. But it just bounced off his flesh. John looked at the twitching man with a steadfast face.
"Please stop this. I don't want to deal with this." John said
The man's eyes started to twitch even more intensely. He ripped his shirt off, revealing a mechanical bomb strapped to his chest.
"I'll blow everyone here sky high! I'LL DISINTEGRATE THIS WHOLE CI———"
John didn't think. He didn't have time to. This man was a threat. And he'd been consistently in battle for enough months to know what to do to threats.
John grabbed the man's skull. And he squeezed.
His skull collapsed into itself like paper-mache. Blood and brain matter spewed out of his head, and his eyes popped out of his skull.
John dropped his body to the floor.
A quiet voice.
Murderer