test out new toys

Stefany watched the miniatures emerge from the 3D printer. The way they moved so realistically, they almost seemed alive, and they were incredibly detailed. I reached out and grabbed one to examine it more closely.

Stefany saw the enormous hand reach out to grab her. She found herself staring at her like a deer in the headlights, unable to react to fear. Luckily, I gently grabbed the original, then brought it closer. It took Stefany a moment to realize he was examining her. She knew she had to tell him, she was alive!

Stefany held her miniature replica in her palm. She was wearing the same casual clothes as in the photo, and from so close she could even see her frightened expression. Then the pawn tried to speak to her. She was surprised but didn't understand. The voice was too faint, even though she was shouting, but it added an extra touch of realism. She could already imagine them dressed as soldiers charging against another group of pawns and hearing their vague battle cries. It was no wonder they had become so popular.

Stefany: Now be quiet, please.

The pawn stopped screaming.

Stefany, at the command, suddenly felt unable to speak. She was trying, but her mouth wouldn't open. She felt **** to breathe softly and avoid making any sounds.

The original could control them at will, which frightened her terribly. She was placed back on the table and found herself once again next to the other 19 clone miniatures.

Several of them approached her and all tried to say the same sentence, albeit in a jumbled manner due to poor timing.

Stefanys: God, tell me you told her we're alive and not toys.

Stefany: I... I... I tried, but she couldn't hear me.... Then she told me to be quiet, and... I couldn't speak anymore.

Stefany was shaking; the fear of being grabbed by a giant wasn't something she could easily shake.

Stefany2: What! No! You had to let her know!

The closest Stefany was shaking her; her expression was a mix of shock, denial, and anger. She was stopped by one of the others.

Stefany3: Stop! Can't you see she's shaken! It probably would have been the same if one of us had been taken in her place!

Stefany4: But we're screwed! Destined to be toys! There must be a way to make her understand!

Stefany felt miserable. She realized that it wasn't just her failure, but all the Stefanys were involved in it, and she burst into tears.

Stefany watched her miniatures interact with each other. Two groups had formed, one larger one talking near the printer while watching the smaller group talking to the miniature it had just placed back down. The smaller group looked like it was about to argue, so she decided to put things in order.

Stefany: tokens in rows of six.

When the order came, all the Stefanys had **** but to obey. They arranged themselves in three rows, two of six and one of four at the back of the formation.

Stefany nodded, then decided to test the limits of her commands.

Stefany: Odd-numbered tokens, turn left.

The odd-numbered tokens in the formation did so.

Stefany: Even-numbered tokens, turn right.

The even-numbered pieces turned to the right, facing the odd-numbered ones.

Stefany: Pieces, one step forward.

The pieces did so, closing the space between them and finding themselves breast to breast.

Stefany nodded again, then a wicked thought occurred to her: could she also use the pieces for erotic action?

Stefany: Pieces, make out with the piece in front of you.

Stefany was in formation, once again vocally controlled by the original, sad for her fate. The order to turn came, and she found herself staring at the side of Stefany, who had accused her of not having done enough. She could see that she hadn't stopped looking at her angrily. The order for the even-numbered pieces came, and Stefany turned toward her and spoke to her in a sour tone.

Stefany2: You missed our best chance.

Stefany felt the other one was right. She only hoped that others would appear and that they could...

Her thoughts were interrupted when the order to take a step forward came, and she found herself pressing her breasts against the other pawn's.

The other Stefany's face was red with embarrassment, and the same could be said for all the other Stefany pawns in the same situation.

Stefany: Sorry... I...

Then came the final order, to make out, and her mind went blank.

She wanted to scream, "What!?" but instead she grabbed the hips of the woman in front of her, her clone, and kissed her, then inserted her tongue into her mouth. Her counterpart did the same. They couldn't disobey; their hands, their mouths, their tongues weren't under their control. Initially, she was scared, but being held by someone and the pleasurable sensations her body was giving her allowed her to detach herself from her feelings of guilt and need. Almost without realizing it, she found herself guiding her body to kiss and touch her clone, searching for human warmth.

Stefany2 was shocked to notice that even when she and the others felt they could stop following the order, the Stefany she had been **** to make out with didn't stop; in fact, she was stretching her hands over her body, wanting more.