WARNING:
The following fanfic contains bondage, damsels in distress, and heavy use of transformation fetishes. If any of this offends you, don't read any further.
Chapter One: Kiyone Cubed
Sasami was playing in the front garden when she saw two familiar figures entering the shrine. One of them was a curvaceous blue-haired woman with long blue hair. She had a large bust and wide hips and wore a latex police uniform. The other had darker skin and curly blonde hair and was just as curvaceous as her partner. The blonde one had an identical uniform to her partner, except with orange. Both had long, shapely legs. Overjoyed, Sasami ran for them. 'Mihoshi! Kiyone! You came to visit!'
'Yeah, we were wondering if we could stay here tonight.' said Kiyone, pushing aside a strand of her blue hair.
"Yeah, Kiyone is afraid we're going to get kicked out and-" began Mihoshi.
"Zip it." said Kiyone.
"Hey, Mihoshi, could you help me make dinner?" asked Sasami.
"Sure thing Sasami." said Mihoshi.
Kiyone made her way into the house and saw Ryoko resting on the ceiling supports. The cyan-haired space pirate glanced down with a raised eyebrow. Ryoko was even bustier than Kiyone, with longer legs and thinner hips. She wore an orange, white, and black dress with baggy sleeves. Kiyone met her gaze.
"Rough day?" asked Ryoko.
"Yeah, Mihoshi and I got called out for duty a whole bunch of times." said Kiyone. "And then at the end of it, we got fired from two of our jobs."
"Sucks to be you." said Ryoko.
"You could pretend to care, you know." noted Kiyone.
"Sorry," said Ryoko, "it must be pretty hard on you having Mihoshi for a partner."
"Like you wouldn't believe." said Kiyone.
"Why not just live here with Tenchi?" asked Ryoko.
"I want to be self-sufficient." said Kiyone. "And I don't like taking advantage of his hospitality."
"I've been doing it for years." said Ryoko, before phasing through the wall.
At that moment Washu entered the room. Washu was currently in her adult form. She had pouty red lips and long spiky red hair, and her eyes were mischevious. She had a pair of large breasts and wide hips, and she was eying Kiyone thoughtfully.
"Oh, Kiyone there you are." she said. "I was looking for someone to experiment on."
"What, were Ryoko and Tenchi uncooperative?" asked Kiyone.
"Well the experiment I need you for only applies to normal females." said Washu. "Neither Ryoko or Mihoshi quality. So please will you be my guinea pig?"
She was about to refuse before she came up with an idea. "…Fine, okay." said Kiyone. "If you pay my rent."
"Sure, sure," said Washu, "I'm a genius after all. I can science up a solution to that problem easy."
Kiyone entered the subspace lab of Washu with some reservations. She found Washu sitting at her lab typing busily at a dozen unfinished experiments. Kiyone smiled slightly. Washu was the sort of person who would devote themselves obsessively to a given task for a few hours, then completely forget about it later. She had years worth of half-finished experiments which had never gotten off the staging ground.
She tapped Washu on the shoulder. The scientist turned around. "Oh, Kiyone. Glad you're here."
"So what did you need help with?" asked Kiyone, not really wanting to know.
"Oh nothing really," said Washu, turning back to her instruments. "I just want to conduct some more in-depth tests."
"What do you mean 'in depth?'" asked Kiyone.
"Oh like this…" said Washu, before pressing a button.
Robotic arms surged out of nowhere and caught Kiyone by the arms. She struggled against them but was helpless to stop them from pulling her arms out on either side of her. Two more grabbed her legs and pulled them out, so she was bound in a spread eagle position as the doors closed. Kiyone hauled on them. "Hey, Washu, I didn't sign up for this!"
"Oh come on, Kiyone." said Washu. "You know how I operate. Now don't be difficult. We've got work, the two of us." She typed in on her console, and two more arms came forward. They slapped Kiyone upside the breasts. The motion sent her large bosom bouncing, before the hands cupped them. Kiyone struggled as they began to feel her up. They squeezed her and tweaked her nipples affectionately.
"Ugh… what the… Washu what are you doing?" asked Kiyone, a blush on her features.
"Experimenting, obviously." said Washu. "You know you're supple and sensitive. Really up there with the best of them."
"Watch it, genius." said Kiyone with a growl.
"Now let's see… what size to make you?" asked Washu, looking over her computer. "Ah, what the heck, let's go as large as possible!" And she pressed a button.
The two arms holding Kiyone's breasts began to send waves of energy into her breasts. She felt a heat growing within her. Even so, for a moment nothing happened. Then Kiyone blushed as she felt a heat rising in her chest. Looking down she saw that her breasts were beginning to jiggle. As the arms removed themselves, her nipples stood on end. They could be seen, even through her galaxy police jumpsuit.
"What do you… my breasts… ugh…" said Kiyone, struggling to think. "What have you…" Then she noticed something. "They're getting bigger!"
Indeed they were. Her already ample chest was beginning to expand outwards. Her bra strained beneath her suit as her tits reached the size of her head. Still, they continued to grow outward, jiggling more and more.
Washu watched with hardly contained glee. "Yuh huh, and their only just getting started too."
Her breasts were now the size of watermelons and still growing outward. Kiyone moaned and moaned, her face turning a bright red as she tried to keep control of herself. A wetness appeared at the crotch of her jumpsuit, which seemed to stretch more and more. "Stop it!" cried Kiyone "Stop… ugh… stop the process…"
"Too late for that, I've already administered a massive dose to you." said Washu. "But don't you worry, as soon as I've finished observing the process I'll reverse it."
The process continued. Larger and larger Kiyone's tits grew, and soon she was leaning forward. The metal arms adjusted position so that Kiyone was kneeling as her tits hit the floor. They kept her upright as she rose higher. They were now the size of car tires and growing. Washu looked on in concern.
"…Wow, I think I may have overestimated the effect my enlargement device had." said Washu. "You're already more than twice as large as my expectations!"
"Oh, goddesses yes!" screamed Kiyone as the pleasure grew within it.
"And you seem to be enjoying every minute of it," said Washu in satisfaction.
Kiyone's breasts had only begun to expand faster. No longer the size of car tires, they were now approaching the size of a small car each. Already both were larger than she was and still they grew. Finally, with one final moan, Kiyone came and came hard. She arched her back and fell exhausted into her own enormous cleavage.
"Well an inventer is always pleased to know that her work is appreciated," said Washu. "Now for the other side."
Kiyone looked up as best she could and struggled to move. "Other side? What do you mean- AH!' And injection was put into her ass at that moment.
Kiyone's ass began to become meatier and meatier. Instinctively she ended up sticking it into the air as she struggled to get to her feet. It got bigger and bigger, and didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon.
Kiyone's moans were earthshaking.
Soon Kiyone's body was sandwiched between her enormous cleavage, and an ass just as large. All her struggles did was shake her new booty.
"Oh, now that is a perfect hourglass figure." said Washu, coming forward to admire her handiwork. "The symmetry works well, actually." And she slapped Kiyone across the ass.
"Ohhh!" screamed Kiyone as an orgasm rocked her.
"Extra sensitive too." said Washu. "You know I'm surprised your galaxy police uniform stood up to all that. Makes you wonder if it wasn't designed with fetishes in mind."
"Washu…" gasped Kiyone, "is it done?"
"Yeah, that looks to be about it." said Washu, making her way over to the console and typing into it. "Now to start the shrinking process…"
Metal arms came forward and injected both Kiyone's ass and breasts simultaneously. Kiyone shivered there, trapped between her breasts and waited. And waited.
Nothing happened.
"Uh oh." said Washu, looking over her scans.
"What?" said Kiyone.
"Erm…" said Washu, a nervous smile on her face. "It's irreversible."
"What?!" said Kiyone.
"Did I say irreversible?" asked Washu. "I meant we've had a mild setback, of course. Turns out my method of shrinking things down was a little… ah… insufficient."
"I can't… my breasts are larger than I am?!" roared Kiyone. "How am I supposed to get to work like this?!"
"Calm down would ya?" asked Washu, tweaking one of her nipples to send her moaning. "You look great."
As Washu began to grope her up, Kiyone struggled to move. Soon she could hardly think. And when she finally managed to think, she couldn't help but feel that she could get used to this.
Washu finished having her fun, driving Kiyone over the edge again and again. Finally it came to an end and she walked back. "Let me think, let me think… you need to get to work. Well, you could just not go to work."
"If I don't go to work I'll be fired!" said Kiyone. "And I'll get evicted for sure! There is no way that Mihoshi can run things by herself!"
"Yes, I see your point." said Washu. Then she snapped her fingers. "Okay, I've got it."
Washu typed some more.
"What are you doing?" asked Kiyone.
"You'll see, you'll see." said Washu. "I've got a way you won't be fired or evicted. In fact, nobody will even know you are gone."
Out of the floor then came a sphere of light. And as the light faded away, it revealed a perfect copy of Kiyone. Minus the gigantic tits and ass of course. Washu looked at it in satisfaction.
"What is that?!" asked Kiyone.
"An identical clone of you, Kiyone." said Washu proudly. "Down to the smallest brainwave. Created in the last few seconds. Isn't she perfect? You can applaud when ready."
"What?" said Kiyone. "How is creating a clone of me going to help?!"
"Well obviously she'll take your place until eventually, I reverse the process." said Washu. "Though that could take a while."
"You're going to replace me?!" said Kiyone. "BUT WHAT ABOUT ME?! I… I can't even move like this. I can't just stay here in your lab all the time. Change me back."
"I already told you I couldn't change you back!" snapped Washu. "Not now! I'll get to work on that when I get to it!"
"Get to it now!" said Kiyone.
"Alright, alright, I'll start work on it as soon as possible." said Washu. "But you can't expect results overnight. If you'll come back tomorrow I'll probably have some results."
"Washu…" said Kiyone patiently.
"What?" said Washu.
'I can't move!' roared Kiyone.
"Oh, right silly me.'" said Washu. She slapped Kiyone's tit affectionately, sending the policewomen moaning. "Well don't worry I've got the technology to make this work." She began to type again.
At that moment two pink squares of light appeared in front of Kiyone's breasts and ass. Gradually they began to move forward. As they touched her nipples, they began to flatter. As the squares constricted, Kiyone moaned.
"What are, what are you doing to me?" she cried.
"I'm compressing you." said Washu. "Once I've stored you into a more manageable size I'll have plenty of breathing space to work on a solution."
The squares were closing in, and Kiyone was being crushed between her tits and her ass. Yet no actual harm was befalling her. Instead, she folded in on herself like playdough. As Kiyone struggled to move, she looked to Washu in fear. "Washu have you lost your mind?!"
"Of course not, it's perfectly safe." said Washu. "I'm just warping you into the shape of a small cube and storing you. It's nothing my genius can't make you survive. And don't worry, you'll be conscious the entire time."
"No!" cried Kiyone as her breasts began to cover her up. "Listen to me Washu; I don't want to be stored anywhere! Just keep me like-" And then she was muffled by her enormous breasts. She moaned and groaned as her breasts and ass were pressed closer around her. Her face was obscured by them and could hardly make a sound.
Kiyone had been squashed flat as a pancake. The squares then turned around and began to crush her from the sides. Kiyone was forced thinner and thinner until she was a rectangular cube. The light walls then disappeared and reappeared above and below her. Then they began to crush downwards. Closer and closer they went before finally halting.
Kiyone Makibi had been first in her class in the Galaxy Police Academy. She'd played a critical role in restoring Princess Ayeka to the throne. And she had been reduced to a perfectly square blue cube. You could just about see a hint of her face, squashed between her tits and ass. Washu walked forward. Listening closely one could hear the moans.
Or maybe that was just her imagination.
"Hmm," said Washu, "I guess waiting in storage might get boring. I know just what you need." She typed a few buttons, and an energy field appeared around Kiyone. The moans intensified and Washu read spikes in her mental readings.
"I knew you'd enjoy it." said Washu. "My genius is stimulating every one of your nerves to drive you to the absolute edge. Course you'll never know climax as long as your in that form, but oh well. Something to look forward to, I guess.
"Now, let's get you tucked away."
Picking up the cube, Washu typed into her console with one hand. The floor opened up and a storage container emerged. Washu pushed Kiyone, struggling a bit with the weight. Then she opened up the filing cabinet to reveal a gray box within. Sliding off the top, Washu set Kiyone into it. Shutting the box again to muffle her moans, Washu typed in on her console. A glass ceiling slid over Kiyone so that only a vague outline could be seen. A random number-letter combination was calculated and applied to Kiyone. Then she faded from sight, so that no one who entered the lab could see Kiyone without activating that combination.
Washu smiled and yawned. "There! All cubed. I'll admit I've been wanting to use that technology on living organic material for quite a while.' said Washu. 'Now you'll stay there out of sight until I can get things sorted out.
"Now for the clone…"
She made her way over to where the Kiyone clone lay sleeping. Kneeling down by her she woke her up. Clone Kiyone's eyes fluttered open. She stood up, clutching her brow.
'Washu, ugh… my head.' said Kiyone. 'What happened?'
'Oh nothing, the testing is all done Kiyone, and I'll pay your rent like I promised.' said Washu. 'You can leave anytime.'
'I don't remember it.' said Kiyone as she stood up.
'Well that's to be expected.' said Washu. 'It's not the sort of test you would remember. Off you go.'
Clone Kiyone sighed and walked out into the Masaki House. Washu breathed out in satisfaction as a job well done. Then she remembered the other job she had to do.
The genius turned to her console and began to scan over it. 'Now, time to work on finding a way to reverse the process…'
Even as she started to type the door opened, and Sasami came through. 'Washu, dinner is ready.'
Washu considered that. '…Well, it can't hurt to give it some thought over a full stomach. I'm sure Kiyone can wait a little while.'
Washu eat her dinner and would have come right back. But she ended up getting roped into a karaoke contest. By the time she remembered, Kiyone's clone and Mihoshi had gone back home. So Washu returned to the lab.
"Well," said Washu, "no more procrastination. Time to start work on Kiyone. For real this time." She paused. "Although, I've got a lot of in-progress projects I've got to work on. I should probably finish a few of those before I start a new one.
'I'm sure she can wait."
Washu had many unfinished projects. It was a bad habit she got into that she'd start an experiment halfway. Then she'd get bored, occupy herself with something else, and forget about it. Thirty minutes later Washu had done precisely that to Kiyone.
Kiyone silently screamed in perpetual pleasured bondage. She was unable to escape, unable to move, unable to get any release. All she could hope for was that eventually, Washu would remember her. That she would eventually start working on reversing the process. And that Washu would eventually find a way to do it. And if she managed that, that Washu still remembered where she trapped Kiyone. And even if she did, would Washu know how to reverse the cubing process?
There is a general rule that the more moving parts there are in a plan, the more likely it is to fail. Every extra step increases the likelihood of something going wrong by a huge amount. So a two-step plan has a decent chance of working, a three-step plan is a bit iffy, and four steps are flat out terrible odds.
And five steps?
From the looks of things, Kiyone had better hope she got really lucky. Because otherwise, she was going to be here for a very, very, long time.
Kiyone was never lucky.
Author's Note:
Welcome to Washu's Experiments. A fanfic utilizing Washu's reality warper technology for all kinds of changes. Changes to the Tenchi Muyo girls. Starting with Kiyone.
Not sure if I'm going to continue this. I'll certainly take any requests people might have.