Chapter Three: Professor Washu's Secret
Kiyone awoke that morning, years after her first experiment with Washu. As soon as she tried to sit up, she realized that she, once again, had a familiar weight on her chest. Pulling herself up she looked in the mirror and confirmed that her breasts had begun to expand again.
Standing up sent them bouncing and jiggling. She struggled to put on her white shirt, and by the time she was done, her every curve was showing. Getting her pants on showed that her hips had started growing as well.
Kiyone had hoped that Washu had fixed this last time. She stamped her foot in frustration, then blushed as her breasts bounced all the higher. "Damn it!"
"What's wrong Kiyone?" asked Mihoshi as she sat up. "Did something happen?"
Kiyone forced herself to calm down. "It happened again."
"Wow, again?" said Mihoshi as she sat up. "Maybe you should take some cough medicine or something?"
Kiyone closed her eyes. "Cough medicine? Mihoshi, the greatest scientific genius in the universe can't find a fix to this problem. I don't think cough medicine is going to be enough.
"Can you handle work on your own?" What was she thinking? Of course, Mihoshi couldn't.
"Of course, Kiyone!" said Mihoshi. "I'll handle it like I always do!"
"And I'll keep an eye out for help wanted posters." deadpanned Kiyone as she walked out.
The Masaki House was beautiful as it always was when Kiyone visited. She'd been visiting a lot lately. She tried to restrain her blush as she approached Tenchi, who was sweeping the steps. He looked up, and his expression brightened.
"Oh Kiyone, you're here to visit." he said. "Nice to see you." His eyes briefly glanced over her chest, before fixing them firmly on her face. It was a lot better than most of the men on the way here had done. She could feel her jeans stretching.
She felt like a human hourglass.
"Thanks, Tenchi." said Kiyone.
"Um, did it happen again?" asked Tenchi.
Kiyone looked hard at him. "Did what?"
"Um, the problems with your..." Tenchi averted his eyes.
"Yes." hissed Kiyone. "That's why I came. I wanted to talk to Washu about it." She was never volunteering to help Washu with her research ever again, once this was fixed.
"Well, um, she's in right now." said Tenchi. "Ryoko and Ayeka were going to her as well.
"I've got to complete my chores."
"No problem." said Kiyone.
Kiyone walked into the house and pulled open the coat closet door. Stalking through, she entered the massive subspace of Washu's lab. There was Washu, sitting in her chair typing. The red-haired scientist glanced up casually as Kiyone approached. As she walked, Kiyone's breasts were bouncing the whole way. It was more than a little embarrassing.
"Oh Kiyone, back again huh?" asked Washu. "More growing issues?"
"Yes!" shouted Kiyone. "This is getting ridiculous Washu! Every week it's the same! I'm fine for a bit and then... then they start growing.
"Coming up here all the time is going to kill my budget."
And then the door was flung open. Princess Ayeka stormed in, wearing a very stretched dress. She had two enormous melons bouncing at the front of it and some very wide hips swaying. "Washu! Washu! I demand you fix this at once! This experiment of yours has caused me too much trouble as it!"
Ryoko phased into sight then. She too was sporting a new pair of massive breasts and much wider hips. They were the largest of the three of them. "Yeah! I'm all for showing off, but I am getting sick of growing like this!"
"We want a permanent solution Washu." said Ayeka. "At once."
Washu waved them off as she stood up and closed her console. "Don't worry, Ladies, a permanent solution is already underway. Last time you came up here was a week and two days. Your body is gradually developing an immunity to the problem."
"Well it's causing me a lot of problems now." said Kiyone.
"Yeah." said Ryoko. "I mean, it's easier to attract attention from Tenchi, but..."
Then Kiyone felt a heat growing in her breasts and hips. She let out a moan as they began to expand. Her tits grew still more substantial, now twice the size of her head. And she could see Ryoko and Ayeka undergoing similar changes.
"It's impossible to function!" cried Ayeka. "And undignified! I am a Princess of Jurai! This humiliation is more than I can bear!"
"Relax." said Washu. "I've got a plan that will solve the issue for you permanently." She motioned, and a door opened. "Right this way, ladies."
The door was strange, like a void, and the edge of it was surrounded by what looked like code. Washu walked through, and with a glance at each other, the three women followed. As Kiyone walked through the door, she felt tingling all over her body. Her nipples stood on end, and she tried to hide her reaction as she stumbled in.
Beyond was a massive room. It was so gigantic, Kiyone couldn't see the ceiling or the walls. However, she could see shelves. Thousands upon thousands of shelves. And on those shelves were all kinds of things. Vials, liquids, gases.
Washu led them on, and soon they came to a series of shelves that were populated entirely by huge cubes. Some were blue and purple. Others were white and orange, with splodges of cream colored skin. Still more were violet. Looking closely, Kiyone could see what looked sort of like clothes on the cubes. Ryoko pressed a hand against one of them, and it sank in.
Had Kiyone just heard a moan?
"What is this place, Washu?" asked Ayeka.
"A digital storage facility." said Washu. "That portal converted all three of us into data. I keep specimens for my research here. Don't be Now why don't we get started." She pressed a button. "Hold still; I've got to bind you for this."
Mechanical arms shot out of nowhere and grabbed them. They pulling them into a spread eagle position. Hands reached out to massage their breasts and butts. This was business as usual, by now, reflected Kiyone. Washu's hands began the treatment, and she felt the heat growing in her.
This was the part where her memory always stopped.
"Washu, what are all these cubes?" asked Kiyone. "This place is... eerie."
"I'll say." said Ryoko. "It's giving me the creeps."
"Oh right, that's what I forgot." said Washu. "The gags." She pressed a button.
Suddenly Ryoko and Ayeka's mouths were sealed shut with a red ball gag each. They thrashed as the arms continued to massage them.
"MMPH!" they screamed.
"Why are you gagging them?" asked Kiyone.
Washu walked toward her with a smile. Then she cupped Kiyone's cheek and drew very near. "I just get tired of them complaining. You Kiyone, are a nice little Ishmael. Asking relevant questions while things happen to you. These two... are not."
"What are you talking about?" asked Kiyone.
"One minute, I have to input the data." said Washu, walking past. She raised a finger over her console. "Oh, and those cubes, they're you." She pressed a button.
And then Kiyone's chest bloomed outward. Ryoko and Ayeka's did as well. Their hips widened as their butts became meatier and meatier. Moans escaped their lips, and all of this seemed very familiar. Kiyone tried to get control of herself.
"Washu, what is going on? What do you mean they're us?"
"Mmmph!" cried Ayeka.
"Mmmph!" cried Ryoko.
"Or rather, the clones of you." said Washu.
"You... you cloned us?!" asked Kiyone. Her breasts were now down to her knees and only picking up speed. Ryoko's had already reached the floor and Ayeka's weren't far behind either of them.
"Technically no." said Washu. "See, when you came to me to help out with an experiment there were one or two unforeseen complications. Your breasts kept on growing larger and larger. The same with that butt."
"I know that!" cried Kiyone. "I'm here to get it reversed for the hundredth time!"
"Well that's just it." said Washu. "I didn't actually reverse it."
Kiyone felt a chill down her spine. Suddenly she looked to the cubes with a sinking feeling. Sinking faster, even than her now huge breasts that had hit the floor and were working on obscuring her view. "What do you mean?"
"I've been meaning to get around to finding a way to reverse the effects for some years now." said Washu. "But I just don't have all that much time in the day.
"So until I could find a way to reverse it, I compressed you into one of these cubes. Then I cloned you so everyday life wouldn't be disrupted." Washu slapped her across the breast, and Kiyone moaned. "Unfortunately the effects of my experiment seem to have been infused in your DNA. So at the end of every week, you all start to expand. Pretty soon you need my help, or you'll become immobile."
"Washu, let me go! Let me go!" cried Kiyone, panicking.
Ryoko and Ayeka summoned their power, but it was quenched. But it was no good. They yelled into their gags, thrashing in vain.
"Don't worry." said Washu, and suddenly she phased through Kiyone's breasts so they were face to face. She was way too close for comfort. "This has actually helped me develop a cure. Whenever I clone you, that clone demonstrates a higher level of resistance to expansion energy. Usually, it takes a few more minutes for it to begin to affect you each time.
"Eventually you'll become immune."
"But it won't be me!" said Kiyone. "It won't-"
And then Washu kissed her. The genius kissed with such skill that Kiyone's predicament was momentarily forgotten. Soon they were kissing passionately. Then Washu phased back and wiped one lip. "I've wanted to do that experiment for a while."
Kiyone's breasts now grew so high that she couldn't see in front of her at all. Her ass was rising so high so looking back she could see only her behind,
"Anyway," said Washu's voice, "existential arguments aside, you'll still have all the same personality traits and memories. No one will even know the difference.
"It should be a couple of thousand years at least before a clone is developed that is wholly immune. But once that happens, I'll be able to engineer your previous versions genetically. They will also immune.
"Although, that still leaves the problem of reversing the cubing process. And decreasing your size to a manageable amount.
"Still, one thing at a time."
There was the sound of a button being pressed. Then Kiyone felt pressure on her body. Both her breasts and her ass closed in around her, so she was up to her neck in cleavage. It became tighter and tighter around her as they closed in. Soon Kiyone found herself sinking into her own bosom. She was soon submerged in a sea of breasts. All she could hear was Ryoko and Ayeka's moans.
"Mmmmph!" cried Kiyone into her body, feeling incredibly warm.
Then she felt something hard pressing against her torso and back. It radiated tingling energy, and Kiyone found her body collapsing beneath it. But it didn't hurt at all. Her arms and legs were flattened, her body was flattered. Soon she was as flat as a pancake.
It was surreal and somehow pleasurable. Then she felt the same pressure on her sides. Little by little she was being crushed together lengthwise. Becoming less flat, more compressed. Before long her entire body had been mashed together into a rectangle, or so she thought. Then she felt the closing from above and below.
Kiyone felt the pressure growing tighter and tighter. Finally, just as she thought it would kill her, it stopped. Gradually she found her body reshaping itself. Soon her torso had reformed somewhat. However, her arms and legs didn't.
She was trapped inside a prison made from her bosom and butt. Her every struggle only seemed to make things tighter.
And then came the pleasure. Her eyes widened as energy poured into her. She moaned as she felt the heat growing in her body. She was driven higher and higher into the heights of pleasure. And then, she felt herself about to go over the edge.
Only for it to halt.
Then it began again.
How long could she possibly last like this?
The original Kiyone didn't know how long she had been cubed. Once she had felt herself being moved. Washu had said something about digitizing her. Then she'd been put back into her bondage. She'd tried thrashing against her restraints, but it was no good. Her own body had been rendered permanently immobile. She tried screaming for help but either no one heard her, or no one cared.
She walked to walk. To go to work. To see Mihoshi and do ordinary things. But those ordinary things were harder and harder to think of. They were like a faraway memory. Sometimes she wondered if they had ever existed.
But she couldn't. The only sensation she had felt all this time was the pleasuring field. It would drive her closer and closer to the edge, only to stop just as she was nearly there. It was maddening, to be almost there, only to have her release snatched away.
Worse still, that release was getting farther and farther away.
Soon she'd begun to grind herself against her prison desperately. She was trying to induce sensation. To drive herself to enough pleasure to finally cum. However, whatever Washu had done, it always adjusted itself to keep her from reaching what she wanted.
Then, suddenly, she was released from her endless bondage. Her breasts and ass still surrounded her, but she could feel that her location had changed. Washu had taken her out! Finally! Maybe... maybe the scientist had learned to reverse the process!
"Hello, original Kiyone, Ryoko, and Ayeka. How are things in cube land?" asked Washu.
Ryoko? Ayeka? When had they been cubed? Then Kiyone saw something reach through her cleavage. A microphone. Kiyone leaned forward, trying to remember how to speak. "Washu... let me out... I can't... this sensation..."
"Let us... out... Washu..." Kiyone heard Ayeka's voice. She hadn't heard any voice except Washu's in so long...
"Mommy... Mommy please uncube us..." gasped Ryoko.
"Sorry for the inconvenience. It's been pretty hard for me too." said Washu. "Still, I've made progress, and I think I've finally come up with a solution to our problem."
Kiyone felt her heart leap. "You'll let... us out?"
"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves." said Washu. "I didn't mean that problem. I meant storage space. I've run out of room in the lab for you and your girlfriends.
"But not to worry. With the push of a button, I'll be able to make all of you even more compact than you already now."
This couldn't be happening. "NO!" screamed Kiyone.
"Please! I can't take it anymore!" cried Ayeka.
"Washu, no!" said Ryoko.
"No can do!" said Washu. "Cubing process activated!"
The microphone was removed. And then Kiyone felt the pressure on her again...
The digitization really had helped Washu's experiments in leaps and bounds. The genius watched in satisfaction as the cumbersome cubes were compressed. A few years ago her technology hadn't been enough to compress Ryoko and Ayeka. But Washu had risen to the challenge. Her technology had now advanced to the point where she could compress them.
And using her digitizer she didn't need to worry about anyone finding out.
Now the three vixens were being cubed down to the size of a one-foot square. Then smaller still to the size of a brick. A little smaller and Ryoko, Ayeka, and Kiyone had been reduced to the size of a pack of cards. Washu walked forward and picked them up. Hearing their groans, she stacked them together. Drawing out three rubber bands, she stuck them together with three rubber bands. Drawing out a postcard, she scribbled out some words with a pen:
Original specimens, Ryoko, Ayeka, and Kiyone.
Then she put them down on a small space on the shelves. From there she taped the postcard just below them. Then she stretched. "Now that is what I call efficiency. All of you put together will take up less space than one of you did before! And don't worry, if we get space problems again, we can always go smaller!
"Now, time for the rest of you."
Activating the process she'd established she watched. The next versions of Kiyone, Ryoko and Ayeka were brought forward. Like before they were compressed down to the size of a deck of cards and like before Washu taped them together. Assigning them a number she set them down on the shelf.
So it went on for hours. Hundreds of clones came and went, and the super compressed women began to take up more and more shelf space. Until at the end of things, an entire shelf had been filled with them. And an entire section of the lab was clear for Washu's Experiments to continue.
Now, what kind of experiment should Washu do next? Kissing Kiyone had been fun, but Washu thought she should work on someone else for a change.
Author's Note:
I'd just like to give a shout to Geofront12 on Deviantart. Without his encouragement, this fic probably would have never gotten continued. I have some works there, under the name of Lord2, if anyone is interested.
Either way, one thing I've learned in my time on the internet is that one man's horror story is another fans fetish fuel. I'd say this work can work as either. Or both.
Enjoy.