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Nanites Are Programmed And Tested
"Ms Tanaka, please proceed to testing room 4!" the PA crackled. It took her a bit to find that damn room, and when she finally entered, an angry Dr. Wobbler was awaiting her.
"So you finally could make it? I don't have all day, you know?"
"I'm sorry, I got lost."
"Sure. And it was your idea to request 'weird' tit configurations, too?"
"Yes." Hitomi whispered.
"To entertain your porn watchers?"
"Indeed."
"So, essentially, you caused more work for me and on top of that you made me wait?"
"I wasn't intending to..."
"Oh shut up. Strip and put your melons on the plate over there. Let's get over with this."
"Sure, Madam."
"And hope that I made no mistakes because of the unnecessary hurry!"
Hitomi felt bad for the Doc. She screwed up. Again.
"Now get yourself naked and put your tits on the plate, dammit!"
Hitomi did just that. Shivering, she waited for Dr. Wobbler's orders.
"Alright. I'll need to examine your breasts now. After that, you'll lie on that bench and let your boobs dangle through the gap."
Hitomi felt the cold hands grabbing her assets and giving her a mighty squeeze. She wept silently.
"Oh come on. You're a freaking porn star. A little squeeze surely is nothing extraordinary for you!"
"Sorry..."
"Stop with that. Don't say sorry all the time. Now let's get those tits in shape!"
The Doc smeared some gel on Hitomi's boobs and stuck two huge glass cylinders over her dangling tits. A small rubber sleeve sealed the cylinders at her ribs.
A hissing sound signaled that the air pump started. Hitomi's huge boobies started to expand slowly. The girl panted.
"I'm afraid, we need to blow your tits up as far as they go. I know this will hurt but that's the only way we can prepare the nanites."
Hitomi creaked, "Sure... but my boobs feel like they'll explode any minute!"
"Naaa... they're stretchy and soft, they'll cope with that. Look, how they slowly fill the containers! Sure they're a bit red and puffy, but they'll fill out these cylinders soon. Now let's prepare your twat."
Hitomi felt something cold between her legs. Something big was shoved into her. The Doc grinned, "That was easy. Brace yourself! I'm going to expand your little hole quite a bit now."
Hitomi squealed, as the angry Doc pumped air into the already sizable dildo. Dr. Wobbler seemed to enjoy her job. Grinning widely, she laughed "Almost there, sweetie. Now I'll hook you up for the programming. Ok. Ready to go."
Hitomi heard some beeps as the configuration data was uploaded into the nanite network. "Alright, now some tests."
Suddenly, Hitomi's bust expanded, her boobies pressing against the cold surface of the glass containers. At the same time her chute expanded, too, sucking in the huge fake cock and swallowing it with a wet plopping sound.
"Excellent, the nanites are responding. So let's remove the stuff now." she muttered, opening the valves of the containers. Some quick keystrokes later, her boobs collapsed. And, with some effort, she could pull her hurting twins out.
The Doc started typing again. Hitomi felt her sex cramp, and suddenly the dildo literally shot out of her and landed on the floor leaving a wet trail.
"Now that was fun!" grinned Wobbler, "Let's run the test sequence!"
Hitomi was nervous. These nanites surely are powerful! With growing concern, she watched as her tits started to balloon up, taking the shape of weird mushrooms. The base of her breasts thinned out, and the bulbous globes slowly got dark red.
"Looks good. Now the dynamics!"
Suddenly, her tits pulsated, growing into huge balls and relaxing in rapid succession. Hitomi stared at her assets in disbelief.
"Wow, that's freaky!" she giggled, trying to catch one of her pulsating orbs.
"Now let's check your pussy. Ever heard of fisting? I'll put my hand into you without touching. Look!"
And indeed, as soon as the lady's hand came near her twat, her entrance magically opened up, like some freaky open-sesame magic. Hitomi bust out in laughter "The guys won't like this! It's like fucking air!"
"Oh, no worries. You can change the configuration to super-tight, too!" she grinned, typing something with her free hand.
And suddenly Hitomi was screaming, as her pussy clamped down hard. The Doc started to fist fuck her, punching into her tight chute.
"Aaaah, oh my fucking god... it feels like being a fucking virgin agaiiiin!" the young woman wailed as the fist rammed into her.
"Ok, enough of that" the Doc grinned, resetting the nanites. "So you want to have a bra configuration, right?"
"Yes, that would be helpful."
"So what about that?"
Her boobs moved up on her torso and were pushed into her chest. It looked like she was indeed wearing an invisible, perfectly fitting bra.
Hitomi beamed, "This is perfect! It feels so nice! And they're not bouncing around! I won't need a bra anymore with these!"
Hitomi was so happy! Finally, she could benefit from these little machines. She giggled, touching her own breasts in awe, hopped around to test the jiggle-factor and was just so blown away from the effects.
"I really have to thank you! Finally no pesky bras anymore! I feel like having escaped from a prison or something! This is pure freedom!"
"Good to see that you like it. Now about your request..."
"The... configuration change?"
"Yes. So I was able to talk to one guy in our team who claims to be a boob fanatic. I would have liked to interview more people, but there was no time. Anyway, so he had some great ideas and I think we came up with a clever scheme and some nifty configs."
"Sounds exciting!"
"Yeah, so I decided that your left tit will control the dynamic settings, the movements of your boobs. And the right tit is dedicated to the static config, the shape.
"Control is done by slapping the tit in either upward or downward strokes. Also, a slap to the right will advance ten settings, a slap to the left will go back ten. And to go into the normal, relaxed state you have to punch right in the middle of your boob. Punch the left boob to stop movement, punch right to go into relaxed state. Any questions?"
"How many settings are there?"
"It's about one hundred different shapes and hundred different movement patterns. Some are outlandish weird, some are pretty bland. But that guy I interviewed... he just couldn't stop coming up with more and more ideas. And you have the perfect rack for those. And you are our test subject, so I figured we just code them in. You don't need to use them if they're too painful or something.
"Anyway, here's a printout with the control scheme and the positions of some 'signature' settings. Have fun playing around! Ah, by the way, your pussy has only like 20 settings in total and they are triggered by punching against the end of your tunnel. Unfortunately, you'll need to punch yourself 20 times to get back to the start. So I'd recommend not to do that too often. Also they are dynamic and static all mixed up. We just couldn't come up with a clever control scheme that wouldn't trigger by accident all the time. And remember to come here at least once a month so we can check the nanites."
"Sure."
"Oh, I almost forgot something important. Power! The power supply of the nanites lasts approximately one day, depending on use. To recharge them, they have to be moved quickly. A healthy breast massage should give you a few hours. If the batteries run out, you'll feel significant pain as the bonds between the machines harden up.
"Your tits will probably expand in all directions, and your pussy will be gaping open. So be sure to recharge often. Maybe you can even do it in your sleep. Ah, of course you can use your pussy, too. Fucking will recharge, dildo or cock, doesn't matter. The harder the better. And all nanites are linked so the power is distributed to all. No difference if you use the boobs or pussy. Entirely your choice."
"Uh.. that sounds scary!" Hitomi whispered.
"I know, but it's entirely doable. You'll see. Now excuse me, I have another appointment."
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