Chapter Eleven: The Ultimate Data Storage

Washu sensed Kiyone entering the lab before she saw her. Looking up, Washu took the opportunity to admire the blue-haired woman's body. Soon enough, she'd change it to fit her whims. It would be great, but Washu wanted more.

"So what was it you wanted to talk to me about, Washu?" asked Kiyone.

"Oh nothing," said Washu, feeling the copying process taking place. "See, I'm going to do one final experiment before I start packing up to go home. Could you help me with it?"

Kiyone sighed. "Washu, I've been taking trips down here on a weekly basis for years to get my chest shrunk. I'm not sure I want to come down here on a daily basis."

"I promise, you won't have to go through another experiment after this," said Washu. "I've thought it all through a great deal. Come on, for me."

"...Fine, one more, for old times sake," said Kiyone with a sigh. Washu opened a device, and a red circular panel appeared on the ground. "Great, now step here."

"Right," said Kiyone. Kiyone walked forward to stand on the symbol on reflex. Washu had trained her well. "Now, I guess I could probably skip this step. But it's sort of a tradition at this point, and the extra mass may help." A glass cage rose up around Kiyone, and gas began to rise up around her. A top closed down around it. As it did, Kiyone choked.

"What the... Washu what are you doing?" Then Kiyone's breasts and butt began to expand outward, larger, and larger. It hit the glass, filling up the cage. Kiyone moaned as she found herself pressed in by the cage, trapped in her own body.

"Prep work," said Washu, typing it in. "For this to work, your atomic structure has to be made more malleable." She paused and admired the blue mass of cleavage that had not obscured all sign of the woman it belonged to. "Now that is a nice look. Now we get to the alterations."

Then she pressed the button that would begin the experiment in earnest. The red symbol began to glow and the body on top of it began to waver visibly.

"What is this?" cried Kiyone, even as her body began to visibly melt downwards. At the same time, the top of the cage began to descend. It crushed her gradually downward and Washu enjoyed the slow descent. Especially her pleasured moans.

"I'm reconfiguring your body into a data storage unit. A disc," said Washu.

"A data storage-" began Kiyone, before a moan cut her off. "Uh-huh," said Washu as Kiyone was crushed down. "See, I don't have any storage devices that are easily portable that can carry all my data. But the brain can carry far more information. That's when I had the idea of turning you into a living one."

The top had now crushed her down completely. She had vanished from sight. Then it began to rise up, gradually, revealing the flattened policewoman. Her face could be seen on the top, with her cleavage all around her. Washu wasted no time in creating the usual pleasure fields as she moved forward, sending her voice to her. The gloating was half the fun.

"You inspired this, Kiyone," said Washu. "It's only fair you get the first dose. Of course, creating a disc girl takes a special process. First I had to configure your body to store data. Now I have to make it so that the body can also be read so I can retrieve the data.

"You should enjoy this."

The muffled screams of Kiyone got higher as a silver substance began to rise up and cover her. It slithered over her body, going from the outside inward. A final scream could be heard and then her face was covered. All appearance of humanity was gone now. Kiyone had become an object.

Washu removed the cage and kneeled down by the featureless disc. She admired her own reflection. "Now that reflective shine looks good on you, Kiyone. Now for the last and final part. Compacting you into a size and shape that is easily stored and read. I'll have to do some reshaping as well as compacting here, so I've designed a special device for you." Washu then pressed a few more buttons. A pillar came out of thin air, about one foot across. It descended toward Kiyone and touched her where her face had once been at the center. As it did, Kiyone's body began to reshape itself, creating a hole in the center of the disc. Soon the pillar was completely through.

"Now that is a nice look," said Washu. "Now we just need to compact it and we're done." Pressing a few more buttons, a red field appeared around the disc. Little by little, Kiyone was compacted. As she was, the pillar shrank as well. Soon she had been reduced to the size of an ordinary computer disc. Washu picked it, up, putting one finger through and brought it over to a disc spool. From there she slid it down and that was the fate of this Kiyone complete. Washu turned away. One more thing and then she could forget about this one and move on to the next. Or rather the one after the next. Before her eyes, Kiyone was forming before her eyes.

"And from the looks of things the auto cloner is a complete success," said Washu, feeling really happy. That meant that things might really work out. "I programmed it to copy the present data state of any girl that enters before the experiment. As soon as I finish my work, it creates a whole new you." Kiyone looked up, looking so cute. "Washu, I passed out as usual..."

"Yep, but we're not quite done with the experiment yet," said Washu. It was time for a celebration. As Kiyone rose up, Washu began to type. Metal arms shot out and grabbed Kiyone for a very different purpose. They ripped off her clothes as Washu shed her own. Others groped Kiyone's breasts that expanded outwards to twice the side of her head. Washu came from behind.

"Well, what's..." began Kiyone. Then Washu grabbed her breasts and began to feel her up. She had a lot of practice at this, and as she did she formed a huge energy dildo between her legs. "I mean to have some fun at the end."

Then she plunged in. Kiyone moaned as Washu began to thrust in and out of her. As she did, energy began to build up. An automatic energy formula that would fulfill this Kiyone's fate. "Washu, this is..." moaned Kiyone. Washu drew her head back and kissed her.

"Kiyone, relax, we're all Tenchi's brides after all." Thrusting again and again into Kiyone, Washu found herself nearing her edge. Judging that Kiyone was also reaching her limit, she came. Kiyone came as well and energy poured in. Washu unsummoned the energy dildo and walked away as Kiyone began to expand. The policewoman moaned as her cleavage and ass began to overtake her.

"Washu!" cried Kiyone.

"And now for the final step." said Washu, typing in a few more commands. Kiyone glanced back, confused. "Ah! Washu, what's going on here! Let me go... what is... ugh..." Then a huge energy wormhole opened up above Kiyone. She cried out as she was drawn toward it. As she touched it, her body began to thin and swirl as she was drawn into it. A pleasure wield was applied as the wormhole shot downwards toward the disc. Kiyone was digitized and sent deep into the disc. The disc. The other Kiyone. Washu typed in, smile widening.

"And done. Time to get our readings." She read them and laughed happily. "Perfection! Good job, Kiyone. With all this storage space, I'll be able to finally transport my data. Still, I may need more than one. "Oh and Kiyone, my readings tell me that you experience all the sensations of those inside you. I hope you like orgasm denial because you are going to experience tens of thousands of bodies worth for all eternity.

"This is the last transmission you'll ever receive from me. Think of it as a thank you for being such good one-night stands. Have fun!" She cut the channel and laughed. This whole thing just made her so happy.

A few minutes later, all five other Masaki Girls stood before Washu. There was Sasami, and Ayeka, and Ryoko and Kiyone and Mihoshi. Totally unaware of what was going to happen to her.

"Washu, what was it you wanted to talk to us about?" asked Ayeka.

"Yeah, Washu. We're busy packing here," said Ryoko.

"Oh no need to worry your pretty little heads," said Washu, typing. "You won't have to do any packing once you're packed." Out came the arms to grab them and begin the expansion. The sight of their bosoms expanding outward, their hips widening. It made Washu hot like never before. And they still didn't get it. None of them would ever know until it was too late.

"Hey, Washu, what is this?" cried Ryoko. "Washu, stop this!" cried Sasami.

"Sasami!" said Ayeka. "Get out-" But gags were put in their mouths at once. Washu moved forward to Sasami as she finished expanding. In addition to expanding, Sasami was going through puberty at an accelerated rate. Her lips poofed up as she became a supermodel. Or she would have if her body hadn't expanded beyond comprehension. Washu leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, licking her face and enjoying how her eyes widened.

"I love the look of you growing up, Sasami," said Washu. "Now for the finishing move." And she began the cubing. Once again, the sight of their desperate struggles was addicting. Yet another generation of Masaki girls struggled and moaned. Then they were compressed into cubes. And as Washu watched, she spoke to them.

"This will be the last experiment conducted here before we pack up and head for Jurai. So let's make it count," said Washu, typing the console to begin the discing process. "You see, I need storage devices. And I was trying to think of a way to get it. "Then I realized, what better storage device is there than a human brain. So, let's get to it." Down they were pressed. Their bodies were warped and shifted gradually into the shape of a disc. Before Washu's eyes, their features were covered with reflective liquid.

Finally, they were shrunk into storable discs. With another press of a button, another generation of Masaki Girls was created. Even as they roused, Washu activated the expansion process. As they awoke, they moaned and cried out in surprise. In their first moments of life, these new Masaki Girls were even now being expanded. Then they were compressed into cubes and, finally, digitized. A wormhole opened up, sucking them into themselves. Washu smiled as she read the data.

"And stored.

"Wow, Kiyone. Your mental patterns are all over the place." A new generation was automatically created, and the girls, who stood up. This time, Washu added a version of herself to the cloning group. They stood.

"Washu, what happened here?" said Mihoshi. "I'm sleepy..."

Washu activated the buttons, and they began to expand. Even as they did, another group of Masaki girls was created behind them. All were gagged.

"With your help, I've created a brand new method of data storage," said Washu as the expansion completed. "Unfortunately for you, I need to produce a lot more than one."

"MMMPH!" The girls cried in confusion as they were cubed. Behind them, their clones began to expand as yet another group was created. Dozens of disc spools arose out of the floor, each one nearly six feet long. The original disc girls and Kiyone were slid down onto one of the disc spools. The cries and moans were music to Washu's ears as she saw the beginnings of her factory. In the model of efficiency, the cubed girls were turned into discs. Their successors were cubed. On it went, and with each passing moment, more and more disc girls were slid onto the spools. They stacked up higher and higher, and Washu's smile widened. At the same time, using all this energy was tiring. Waiting, Washu, at last, saw that every single spool had been filled. Finally, Washu had far more than the data storage she'd need for the moment. But the experiment was complete.

"Man, that was really tiring," said Washu, stretching as another generation was completed. "This kind of rapid-fire transformation wears me out. Now let's take a loot. Now, time to get storing my data inside these lovely ladies." She paused.

"Maybe I could create an automatic system? Sort of an infinite loop. "Nah, I'll save that for later. Let's get storing." So she began as the last generation lay unconscious. Washu would let them stay uncubed for a little while; she had work to do. Observing the data as she stored it, she was pleased. She would have needed only a fraction of the disc girls she made. But the thought of all those girls in bondage that wasn't even necessary was sexy in its own way. Washu rubbed her chin. "Hmm, from the looks of things Mihoshi doesn't store very much does she. Ryoko and Ayeka do a decent job of it, but Kiyone is definitely the best for storing data.

"Well, Kiyone, it looks like we've found your knack." Now, what to do as an experiment next?

Author's Note:

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