Research

"Good job, girl. Our customers will love that scene! And Dean, you did great! I liked how you improvised with that candle! Everybody, that's it for today! Ah, wait, Hitomi! You stay here, we need to record the configurations of your nanites. And everybody that has interest can stay, too. Paul, why don't you get a sheet of paper and write down whatever we figure out? I'll do the honor of smacking her globes. Hitomi, thrust your breast out like a proud girl and brace yourself."

And before Hitomi could say a word, her right tit was flying upward. She howled in pain. Suddenly, the shape of her tits changed, went into mushroom mode. It was uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

"I'd call this 'Mushroom 1'!" Bud grinned, and slapped the left tit. Hitomi's boobs began to wiggle. After a few moments it became clear what was going on. The tits went into some kind of milking motion, expanding and contracting rhythmically. A fine, white fountain was gushing from her nipples, and the milky fluid trickled on the ground.

"This one is easy," grinned Bud, "it's the 'Milkman 1'."

Another hit on the right sent her right tit flying upward. Hitomi couldn't believe her eyes when her boobs suddenly froze in a perfect pyramid shape.

It took them almost two hours to figure out all the configurations. It was absolutely frightening, what the nanites could do to her breasts. And Hitomi was panting like after a long jog. She couldn't believe how outlandish some of the configs were, but thankfully she wouldn't need to use them if she didn't like to. The dynamics were incredible, too! Milking was one of the simpler ones, but the jumping, circling and pumping that would go on without her control was just crazy.

She was just happy when Bud finally closed the set and sent everybody home. She desperately needed a long, hot bath and a few glasses of wine to relax! What a strange day that was! At least, she would never need to wear a bra ever again!