Whale Woman

Splash Woman let out a bored groan, her stomach gurgling and groaning with half a dozen freshly-consumed fish. The biggest flaw with being built purely for aquatic life was that she was left with little to do when underwater work wasn't needed; her proficiency often trivialized whatever projects Doctor Light was able to get her on, allowing her to take underwater construction, rescue, and cleanup efforts and render them finished in a fraction of the time.

Sure, it wasn't all bad; she basically had "free sushi" on tap, and she could float herself up or down to the perfect depth to find water that was at the temperatures she wanted; she had a strong enough data connection that she could beam internet videos directly into her head, as well as movies if she wanted to watch something through less-legitimate means...

But fuck, she was getting complacent. Her girth had already gotten her stuck in a particularly narrow (was it narrow, or was she just THAT big?) pipe, and a bump from her meaty arms had almost sent a half-welded structure beneath the water toppling over. What's more, her flexible plating was beginning to reach its limits, and she knew that the next time she underwent maintenance by Light, she would have to request replacements...

Sometimes, she wondered if Splash Woman really had enough oomph anymore. Whale Woman was starting to feel more correct.