Tyler and Lisa, polar opposites working for extra credit

Lisa always looked at the brighter side of things. The first upside was the shed they were instructed to go to was basically a little warehouse with some air conditioning. It was fairly empty and quite chilly for her clothes that she was starting to wish she had worn something longer than her favorite jean shorts and her tank top.

And in the middle of this warehouse was the professor’s makeshift workstation. The eccentric man had given Lisa a job in exchange for some cash and extra credit.

She wasted no time and by the time the professor’s other assistant arrived, she was already half way done.

Lisa knew Tyler arrived when she heard his phone blast across the warehouse. It was loud, some hard rock Lisa was unaware of, and overall noisy. She wondered why couldn’t he or any other man his age would appreciate the more mellow tones in life.

“When did the university get enough money to shell out a room like this? Prof R’s got big men backing his hobbies, hehe.” Tyler’s nasally voice asked. He was wearing mostly geek references, Lisa thought it was probably some Anime or hentai show coomers like him was into. She never understood the difference between the two but she knew Tyler, as rumors implied, was definitely into that weeb crap. He grabbed one of the chairs and sat across Lisa. They never really talked so this was the closest they’ve ever been together. Lisa, ignoring her nose, hoped they keep it this way.

“You’re late.”

“Nah, you’re just early.”

Lisa saw him play with his phone, spinning the swivel chair every now and then. She sighed.

“I’m already halfway done sorting Professor Rettwick’s papers. If you came earlier we would’ve been finished.”

Lisa caught him playing some games on his phone. Did he not take anything seriously at all?

“Well I’m here now so what’s there to do? Cabinets look pretty fine to me.”

“Professor Rettwick just want’s us to organize these emotion disks and test whether or not they work.”

Lisa regretted looking back at Tyler, as he decided to browse lewds to pass the time.

“What exactly do they do?”

“They allow a person to adapt in situations by modifying their thought process in less than a minute, that’s all Professor Rettwick told me.”

“So like brain ****?” He tried to hide himself when he scratched his crotch but Lisa saw right through him.

“Don’t say it like that.”

Tyler picked one up and tried reading the blasted thing. He had to squint unlike Lisa. He already had spectacles during the day. And night time would be too much for her friend.

Lisa sighed before she stood up and led Tyler to a table with some chips. She saw Tyler pick one up, measuring the chip. Then planted it on his arm.

Impulsive.

“I don’t feel any different…”

Lisa pinched her nose. “That’s because, you’ve always been impulsive, Tyler. That’s how you signed up for this.”

“Hmm. Am I though? I just go with the flow, dude.” He said, trying to hide the fact he was scratching his crotch. Lisa wondered if the guy even showered. He was so unkempt.

“That’s exactly what that means. I guess we can say that the trial works. I guess we can leave.”

“Now hold on there,” Tyler interrupted while removing the chip off him with little fanfare. Then he picked up another chip and tossed it to her. “Try this one. You’re feeling cold right?”

She humored him and stuck the magnet onto her arm.

Feeling hot.

“Oh wow… it’s like I’m in a sauna even with the AC on!”

And to Lisa, it was boiling. Like, she was sweating buckets. She was one step away from ditching her jacket much to Tyler’s elation. She was erratic as she tossed her bag, back ti soffer

Experimental: Adaptive Descriptors

“An attempt to gather impressions of a person that the target would then ideate for the device. It’s like the stuff earlier but blank.”

“What does this do?” Tyler scribbled something on the chip. Whoever was in charge of design was clearly not a fan of user experience and ease of use.

Without alerting the busy lady, he smacked it on Lisa’s bare back. She yelped and reached out from behind but as she gasped another shocked breath she realized it was out of reach on her blind spot.

“Tyler, you gross little weirdo! What did you write— hiieeeh!” She screamed.

Lisa plopped on the floor. Tyler took a few steps towards the **** bombshell.

“H— hey Lisa? You there?” At that moment, Tyler was wondering if he had time to run for the nurse and get help. But that was just his pessimism running rampant. Lisa began to shuffle.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake.”

“Fuu— what the heck was that, Tyler—”

Lisa’s eyes opened. And they blinked, every half second, like she was a computer cycling power.

Tyler took a good look at her face. Then he looked down to see her perky breasts rise and fall as she breathed. Hot — but that was also a sign she was breathing well.

He twisted around her looking for any bruises or blemishes hut only found her perfect ass spilling out from her booty shorts.

Then something unreal happened.

Pffft.

Tyler guessed she had Mexican before coming here…

Other than that incident, Lisa still looked like the perfect model that walked in here half an hour ago.

She sat up, taking baby steps to find her balance. Closer to a calf learning their first steps than a human who had lived nineteen years already. She was confused more than anything. And she felt, really, really, really weird, itchy, and gross.

She coughed hard, scratching her suddenly itchy crotch. The irritation faded for a while but now her ass was itchy. It was also soft, but again a tad itchy, so she scratched it then gave her glute a good rub. Then her crotch was acting up again and it was getting damp.

“Oh thank god, you’re still alive.” relief in his voice, Tyler froze when he saw Lisa go mad.

Lisa didn’t look his way as her eyes got glued to her own breasts. She lifted them up with manicured hands she now found too girly for her. Her hands squeezed at her breasts and she could not hide her enjoyment as she bit her lip.

“Duuuuude…” She slurred. “I’ve got tits.”

“Uhh, how are you feeling?” Tyler asked, watching Lisa grope herself. She stopped with her chest and her hands was reaching for her booty shorts. One hand dived into her crotch and haphazardly explored that personal crevice for any leads. She pulled her hand out to find it drenched in her own pungent juice.

“W— what did you do to me?”

“I just shoved a proto-chip on you, okay”

“What kind?!” Lisa shouted cus she was irritated for a myriad of reasons.

One, her crotch was itchy again and she wanted to scratch it. She did it anyway even with Tyler in front of her. Two, she wanted to go home and play some video games even though she never touched a computer or console in her life.

And finally, she just wanted to screw something. Anything. Her clit was begging for some action.

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

She ran towards the table, unbuttoning her shorts, grabbed the wooden furniture, then started humping the table corner like a coomer.