Chapter Twelve: The Machine
Decades later and a lot of processed girls, Washu was hard at work.
Her job as the overseer of Jurai's defense network took up a lot of her time. But not so much time that she couldn't work on her projects. One of these was underway now, and she typed out the last details as the door opened.
It was time for another experiment. An experiment that she'd been working toward for years. If this worked, it would be one of the most significant milestones in her collection. It could exponentially enlarge the size and scope of it.
"Let's see, yes, that ought to work," said Washu, looking over the readings.
Into the room walked Ryoko, sexy as ever with cyan hair and an even more exaggerated cleavage. With her was Ayeka, dignified and beautiful. Her hair has gotten longer over the years. Then there was Kiyone, wearing a skintight jumpsuit. It bared her midriff and showed off her enlarged cleavage. Mihoshi wore an orange counterpart, and her blonde hair was longer than usual. Then there was Sasami, with long blue hair and flowing white robes that bared her long legs.
"Hey, Washu, why'd you call us in here," said Ryoko, stretching in a fashion that sent her breasts bouncing.
Washu finished and turned to where her various lovers and sister wives had come. They'd all had a lot of fun with Tenchi last night. Sasami was grown up now and didn't need aging up for experiments. Kiyone looked especially cute in that harem outfit. "Oh, sorry, ladies, need some help with the finishing touches on my newest invention. It's an assembly line."
Ayeka blinked, looking at her as though she'd grown a second head. "Washu, I do not mean to be impolite, but wasn't the assembly line invented ages ago?"
"Yeah," said Kiyone, eyeing her oddly, "is there something special about this one?"
"Very perceptive, Kiyone," said Washu, kissing her on the lips and feeling her rear up. "This assembly line is made of a very special material. It's designed to process an equally special material. Follow me, please."
They followed her, and she led them into a subspace with an assembly line. It was made of numerous colors. The treads were all blue, made from Kiyone's that had been flattened and melded together into a tread. The gears around which that tread were forged from Ayekas and Sasamis. The two sisters were ready to grind against one another. Washu wished she'd been able to find something special for Sasami. But she hadn't been able to come up with anything. Many mechanical arms were readied, forged from all the various girls. They had been melded together into new parts. Then there was a console, forged from Washu's. Their minds had created a system with immense abilities for calculation and adaptation, yet also enslaved to a simplistic algorithm.
The Ryoko's had been forced into crushing devices, meant for compression. Above them, Mihoshi was transformed into balloons atop steam stacks. And last of all was Washu's perfected generator girl design. Several interconnected by wired formed around them. Perfectly still, and trapped in eternal bondage while moaning.
"Please," said Washu, "step onto the treadmill, will you."
Obediently, the girls did so, waiting still as the arms reached out to grasp them. If only they could know. "Is the bondage necessary?" asked Sasami.
"Of course," said Washu, activating the console. Things were getting good.
"So, what do you need us for?" asked Ryoko.
Washu smiled. This was the kind of moment she lived for — the point where she dropped the facade. And before the girls could react, it would begin. "Raw materials."
Ayeka blinked within her bondage. "Raw-" And then the hands went to her breasts and rear, and they began to expand. Bigger and bigger, they got as she was shuffled along, slamming down on the floor. Ryoko was pushed up behind her, and Ayeka blushed scarlet. "What is going on here, Washu! Unhand us this instant!"
Washu didn't say anything as the ballooned Mihoshi's began to inflate above her as the gears spun. The sound of pleasured moaning was all around them as Ayeka neared the next part.
"Washu, this isn't funny!" said Kiyone.
"I'm scared!" whined Mihoshi.
"Let go, let go!" said Ryoko, as the hands began to expand her. Bigger and bigger, she went. Then the Ryoko crushers slammed into Ayeka from the side, flattening her. Then they came from above and then the side. On and on it went, compacting her smaller and smaller with each moment.
"Ayeka!" screamed Sasami.
"Oh, don't worry, she's alive, unharmed, and fully conscious," said Washu. The cubing process was complete, and Ayeka slid off the treadmill and landed in the stockpile. This made Washu hot like nothing else.
Behind Sasami, a new Ayeka appeared. Only this one was gagged and moaning, thrashing. She looked shocked and surprised, having no memories of her fate moments ago.
"Washu, have you gone nuts! Let, ah!" moaned Ryoko, as her gigantic tits reached ideal size. Now she could hardly see over her cleavage, but she could see Ayeka's cubed form. A blush of humiliation and unwilling pleasure was on her. The pleasure field was applied to Ayeka.
Kiyone had the hands begin expanding her. Her tits got huge in mere moments. Soon she matched Ryoko in size, and the Space Pirate went forward.
The Ryoko crushers began their work on their successor. In moments Ryoko was flattened, then cubed. Little by little, she was compacted.
"Ryoko, no!" screamed Kiyone, even as the cubed Space Pirate slid to land next to Ayeka. The pleasure field was applied. Now the expansion began on Mihoshi, forcing her breasts larger and larger. At this point, her tits were pressed against Kiyone's rear. And then a Ryoko appeared behind Sasami.
Kiyone's blush mixed with her fearful eyes to make an addicting thing. "Please, Washu, you've got to stop this! I can't-"
And then Kiyone's cubing began. Crushed repeatedly down, she was reduced flat, then cubed in mere moments. Mihoshi halted, thrashing. Washu had designed the system specifically for maximum helplessness. Each girl had the chance to see the one in front of her fully cubed. Yes, it wasn't as much fun, but all work and no play.
"Kiyone!" cried Mihoshi as Kiyone slid into place next to Ryoko's cube. A clone of Kiyone appeared them, just as confused. "Kiyone, no! No please don't..." And then it happened to her. Even as she was cubed down, the adult Sasami had her breasts expanded to more gigantic proportions. Her rear was to match.
Sasami looked away as a Mihoshi appeared behind her, and the earlier one slid in next to Kiyone. The pleasure field was applied. Sasami gazed at Washu in desperation, knowing full well what would happen to her. She was next. "Please, Washu, let us go..."
And then the Ryoko crushers slammed Sasami flat. Her sides were crushed as she filed forward. Her cubing had begun, even as Mihoshi was formed with a fresh new gag. The new Ayeka stared in horror as Sasami was cubed and slid last into place. Even as it happened, her breasts were expanded, and she was shoved forward.
Moans and groans filled the air. The Mihoshi balloons expanded and contracted at an addicting pace. And the sound of the gears was beautiful. The Kiyone track spun on with no sign of wear.
Washu watched the new assembly line in progress. Little by little, the stockpile grew higher and higher. Eventually, it was so high that the assembly line would no longer be able to put them on. At this point, Washu activated the next part of the design.
The Washu computer began to whirl, and Washu drew up a Kiyone disk girl and slid it into the fray. As she did, she typed into the console and activated it. The stockpile began to glow brightly as it was little by little turned into code. Then it was gone, their existence transformed into data, shoved within Kiyone's mind. More girls began to pile up into the stockpile, and soon enough, it reached the top, and they too were digitized.
Washu smiled in satisfaction as she watched it go on. Little by little, the stockpile went up and was digitized. On and one, it went as the Kiyone disk girl had less and less data space to burn. The moans intensified as Kiyone became more and more full. As the disk space vanished, the skin suddenly shone bright red.
Kiyone had been filled up with the minds of the disk girls. At this point, their thoughts were crushed entirely together. There was no outlet for their cries. What had happened to their minds... it was like if a thousand people had been fit into a one hundred square foot room. They were trapped in pleasured oblivion, unable even to process it.
Washu had an idea for how she could use them for release. But that was an experiment for another time. "An absolute and complete success.
"My assembly line works perfectly.
"Still, there is maintenance to think of. I ought to make a testing ground for this," said Washu.
Then she looked up to the five Masaki-girls now standing in bondage. They'd just seen what happened, but they weren't being cubed yet. They were probably hoping it wouldn't happen to them; it was so cute.
"Mmph!" They said.
Washu smiled as she summoned several spools of disk girls. Then she opened a panel within the Washu console. Setting the spools in, she pressed a button. The Kiyone disk girl let out a brief scream with a thousand voices through the console. Then it was ejected and vanished from sight.
"She's gone off to my storage facility," said Washu.
"MMPH!" screamed the Masaki Girls.
"Sorry, ladies, but I've already heard your pleading today," said Washu. "Your original selves are over there. They're safely cubed. And you'll be joining them in permanent digital bondage. I've got to use my disk girls for something.
"Now, see, here's how it is going to go."
"I've saved a copy of you right before I bound you up. That copy is then created behind you as you are processed. Once I've finished with you, you'll be put into storage.
"Some of you are probably going to stay there for the rest of eternity.
"But a lucky few will be drawn out and used as parts in this machine. Or maybe even used to build a new device. Some of you may become some today, depending on how long it takes to break you.
"Now, why don't we see how long we can work you, girls, before you need repair." And she activated the device.
It began again. A disk girl was brought in, and the processing started. On and on the assembly line went, until eventually the disk girl was filled up in turn. That one was then ejected and processed.
Washu turned and left. She couldn't wait to hear the results.
As she got back into the public area of her lab, she found Masaki waiting for her. Masaki was like adult Sasami, but less elegant. She also had an excellent body, and Washy had meant to use her at some point.
"Washu?" asked Masaki.
"Oh Masaki, what is it?" said Washu, typing in a few commands.
"Funaho sent me down," said Masaki. "An unidentified object has appeared, and we need you to run some scans. How are my little Ayeka and Sasami doing?"
An unidentified object? That was unique. "Ayeka and Sasami were in the middle of one of my experiments." said Washu, "I'll teleport them back now." She created clones for her five sister-wives. "I'm on my way."
First, she'd check out this unidentified object. Then she'd see about expanding her brands of Masaki Girls.