Chapter Ten: More than a Collection

Clone Washu cleaned things up and dusted off her hands in satisfaction. The new Generator Girls were somewhat larger than the previous. But she was sure she could downsize it in another version.

"Well, that's it then," said Clone Washu, sending a transmission to Washu. "Generator Girl 2.0 is complete.

"Test it."

The lights flickered back on. Washu emerged, looking satisfaction. "It's working perfectly. With the addition of the coolent the generator is producing far more energy than before. And it should be far more stable."

"So it will," said Clone Washu, copying Washu. "But I think it's time I added another to my collection."

Suddenly arms shot out of nowhere to grab Washu. She struggled as the hands were set to her breasts and ass. She looked at Clone Washu in panic. "What... what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious," asked Clone Washu as she moved forward. "I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine."

Bigger and bigger Washu's breasts and ass were growing, but she was struggling all the same. She tried to create a console, but Clone Washu canceled it. "Stop it! I need to work on the cure!"

Clone Washu lunged in and kissed her, before pulling a few inches away. "Oh come on, we both know neither of us was ever going to find one. At the rate, we are coming up with new ways to torment these beautiful specimens you'd never fix them all.

"And even if you did find a way, you'd never be able to explain it to Tenchi."

"Let-Mmmph!" began Washu.

And then a gag was forced into her mouth. As her now mammoth breasts stopped growing, Clone Washu walked away. She looked through her options. "Now, I suppose I could get creative with you. But why not go with an oldie by a goodie." She pressed a button.

Washu's own pink squares appeared and began to crush her down to size. Little by little, she was constricted into the size of a cube. As she did, Clone Washu enjoyed her helplessness. "You see, I like my collection. I like it a lot.

"And I mean to add a great many Washu's to it."

"Mmph!" cried Washu.

"Oh, I might have been you once.' said Clone Washu. "But not anymore."

The cubing was complete. Washu typed in a few more commands, and the full-sized cube was digitized. She went with the other originals, in the very depths of her hard drive. "Have fun in storage. Your clone will work on the cure in your stead."

"Washu?" asked a voice.

Washu froze and turned around to see Sasami standing in front of her. The girl had a look of shock on her face. Washu remembered that before now she'd been restricted from going after Sasami. Going after a girl, her age seemed bad sport. But she recorded her data anyway. "Sasami, how long have you been there?"

"Washu, what is going on here?" said Sasami. "Why... why are you doing all this to our friends?"

Nothing for it. Washu pressed a few buttons, and the metal arms shot out to grab Sasami from all sides, then gag her. Then again, Sasami was over eighteen; it was just her physical age that was the problem. Washu pressed a few buttons, and a temporal sphere surrounded Sasami. "Why?" She activated it.

Sasami's hair began to grow longer. Her legs became long as her thighs became curvaceous. Her breasts bloomed outward until they were bigger than Ryoko's. She also became taller, growing in height. At last Sasami had been transformed into a physical twenty-year-old. Her hair broke free of her pig-tails to fall around her shoulders. "Well, that's an interesting question. The short answer is that they're not my friends at all. I never really got a chance to know them, and I rarely meet any of their clones more than a few times. They're objects to me, not people." She deactivated the temporal field. "Gears in a machine." Then Washu moved forward with swaying hips and cupped Sasami by the chin. "Although, I don't think I've ever cubed you before. I think I'm actually sort of attached to you. This may be fun."

Washu removed the gag and activated the arms. They attached themselves to Sasami. Washu watched joyfully as her breasts began to grow larger and larger. So did her hips and butt. The beautiful young woman became ever more curvaceous as a blush went over her face. She didn't understand what she was going through at all.

"You can't do this, Washu!" cried Sasami as she was buried in her own cleaver. "You can't just transform living people into a... a... cube factory! Please stop!"

Washu blinked. "...Cube factory?" The idea was interesting. Why had she never thought of it before? "Cube factory." The growth stopped, and Washu leaped for joy. At last, she had a project! Something to work for! She ran forward to Sasami on the lips. As she did, she drove her tongue into her, exploring the inside of her mouth. Groping the blue-haired girl's breasts and ass, she broke the kiss with a smile. Sasami stared at her in shock with a blush on her face. It was so cute, Washu slapped Sasami across the breast, sending her moaning. "Hehehehahahahaha! Yes! I thought adding to my collection was getting a little dull, but now, thanks to you, I have something new to work for. A cube factory.

"If I'm getting bored of cubing girls, why not just make them cube themselves."

"Washu, please-" Washu typed, and a ballgag was forced between her lips.

"Consider that your first and final kiss!" laughed Washu before pressing a few buttons. "Farewell!" The pink squares appeared around Sasami. Within moments they were pressing her together little by little. Sasami moaned and groaned in pleasure as her permanent bondage began.

As Sasami stared in horror, her cleavage closing around her, Washu opened up her console to give her a sense of hope. Then she created Sasami's clone, just like she had been before. Cleavage and ass closed over Sasami, before being packed tighter and tighter.

Finally, Sasami had been compressed into a perfectly square cube.

"Well," said Washu, "I finally have the full Masaki Girl set." She created the pleasure field around Sasami and then had an idea. Typing again, she summoned the other original girls into the room. Ryoko, Ayeka, Kiyone, Mihoshi, Washu, and Sasami were now all sitting before her in a row. The clothes they had been wearing had gotten ragged, even if they had been preserved by the same thing preserving the girls. Washu typed on her console, making some changes. Instantly the clothes disappeared into light. Then Washu went to Kiyone, whose pleasure field began to take on color. Soon it became a dark blue like her hair.

Washu then moved on to Ryoko and Ayeka whose coloration became cyan and violet. Mihoshi got yellow and Washu red. Last, of all, Sasami was a light blue. With that decided, Washu sent forth a system-wide command to change the pleasure fields. Now all her little cubes were fully color-coded.

Washu created a pleasure field around her and stretched. That had been the most fun she'd had with a cubing in a long time.

Sasami stirred as Washu digitized her original self. Come to think of it, Washu had zapped her after she saw things. This might be awkward. "Washu, what happened?" Her eyes were innocent.

"Oh, you saw one of my experiments and fainted," said Washu. "Do you remember anything?"

"No.," said Sasami. "What was the experiment?"

"Nothing important," said Washu, "well, why don't we go to dinner."

As they eat dinner with the other girls and Tenchi, Washu reflected that she had to set up a general plan. Cubing girls was easy. But creating a system where the girls cubed themselves was much more difficult. You'd need to set things up so the girls could expand, compress and digitize a woman with no input from Washu. And that was just for cubes. Other transformations would take a different process. And that was to say nothing of where Washu would put it. It would take a lot of work, but it should take time.

It was the sort of project Washu had needed as she looked at the strangers around her. Though Tenchi had never been cubed and neither had... Sasami. Washu frowned. "I actually knew her."

"Who?" asked Sasami.

Washu was silent for a moment. She had never cubed Sasami before. All of the other girls had been cubed thousands of times by now. At most, she'd known any individual one a few days before they were stored away. But Sasami had always been off-limits. So all those times she cooked dinner and came to visit had been the same girl.

Now Washu had cubed her. Someone she'd known and enjoyed the company of so many times was now condemned. She was trapped in an eternity of pleasured frustration. Knowing that she had been betrayed by someone close to her, with no one ever coming to help her. The idea of it made Washu hot just thinking about it. This had been her best conquest yet.

Washu smiled. "Oh, no one you know Sasami. Not yet."

They finished dinner with the usual Masaki Household antics. At last Tenchi coughed for attention. He got it, of course, and spoke. "Hey everyone, I have an announcement to make. I've decided that I'm going to move to Jurai. I've been putting it off until now, but, well, I'm the Crown Prince. I have to learn how to rule sooner or later."

"That's wonderful Tenchi," said Ayeka. She'd been angling for this from the start.

"Great. So now we'll have to put up with a bunch of snooty nobles," said Ryoko. She had been angling against it from the start.

"Snooty?" asked Ayeka with narrowed eyes. "If by that you mean they have little tolerance for barbarism they certainly are!"

"Calm down, both of you. We can certainly keep Earth as a summer home," said Tenchi, raising his hands. "I've already talked it over with Dad and Grandfather."

Ayeka and Ryoko grumbled but fell silent. At the same time, Mihoshi leaned into Kiyone. "Wow, Kiyone, we'll get to live like royalty. Isn't this great?"

It had been a few days since Washu cubed Kiyone or Mihoshi. Far too long. But she needed a plan for making the factory, and she was drawing a blank.

"You can go, if you want, Mihoshi," said Kiyone. She'd always been the outside, hadn't she?

"What do you mean?" asked Mihoshi.

"I'm still part of the Galaxy Police, remember?" asked Kiyone. "I don't want to give all that up, just because Tenchi's moving to Jurai.

"I guess I'll have to find another place to crash."

"You can keep staying here, Kiyone," said Tenchi. "Dad will be glad to have you; he told me so himself.

"Well, that's good," said Kiyone.

Washu had been only half-listening. And then she realized that if they were making a move to Jurai, chances were Washu would have to move the lab. That could be... awkward. "Oh, darn."

"What?" said Ryoko.

"What is it, Washu?" asked Tenchi.

"Well, nothing Tenchi, I just, uh..." Washu paused. "My lab is kind of another dimension. Cleaning that up involves more than packing a few boxes, y'know. If I leave the whole thing just standing there, who knows what could happen."

"Well, I'll help you unpack if you want," said Kiyone.

"I'm probably not going to need your help for that, but the idea is appreciated," said Washu, before realizing how many gigabytes worth of cubed girls she had stored away. "Ugh, I'm going to need a bigger storage device."

"Bigger storage device? For what?" asked Kiyone.

"I've been performing some experiments, and those experiments have created a lot of data," said Washu. "I don't want to delete any of it; I'm a scientist. But it's going to be problematic finding a system of data storage large enough for my purposes."

"Funny," said Kiyone. "I thought you memorized all your data."

"Well, the mind is the greatest storage unit of them all," said Washu. And then she had an idea. A beautiful, terrible, sexy, idea. "Wait, that's it. Thank you, Kiyone. You're a miracle worker!

"I've got to start work right away!"

Then Washu rushed off to make her plans. In honor of Kiyone's transformation, Washu was definitely making her the first one. Just her way of showing gratitude.

Kiyone blinked as Washu rushed off. She'd had another brilliant idea that would probably result in an explosion. "She seems enthusiastic."

"Well, it's harmless," said Ayeka.

It was time to make plans.