“Well, now that everything else is taken care of, you can go ahead and take the first shift sleeping, Yumi.” After Tenchi’s departure, the pair had finished their analysis of their options. Their best chance to contain the remaining doujinshi was to let the plotline continue. Tomorrow, Ayeka would find a little difficulty fitting comfortably in the house, and Ryoko would be back to beg Washu for something to beat Ayeka. Ryoko had already handed over two of the comics, so it was all but certain that she had the rest or knew where they were kept. Later, Yumi and Washu could work to shrink the pair down to something resembling reasonable sizes and proportions. Still, Washu wanted to keep an eye on the key players, just to make sure things weren’t moving without their notice, which meant observing everyone overnight. Washu would manage the first half of the night and finish putting together a basic curriculum for Yumi, which would give Yumi something to do while monitoring over the second half of the night.
Before Yumi could even start readying herself for sleep, klaxons blared and red lights began to flash throughout the lab. Only one thing could set off so many of Washu’s alarms at once: Mihoshi. The Galaxy Police officer had the seeming ability to show up anywhere, regardless of whether it should be physically possible. Washu subscribed to the hypothesis that Mihoshi had some sort of field around her which pushed probability to deliver the most absurd results, which meant that while the blonde could pull off the impossible during her police work, everyone around her was caught in a maelstrom of unexpected failures and accidents. Yumi had other thoughts, but without tying down Mihoshi and thoroughly analyzing, something Washu had said was basically impossible unless Mihoshi was completely willing, it didn’t really matter.
The pair found Mihoshi supporting Kiyone, the other officer’s arm draped over Mishohi’s shoulder, though Yumi wasn’t sure how good of a job Mihoshi was doing keeping Kiyone upright. The pair reeked of alcohol, Yumi could smell it despite the distance. Either they were partying since tomorrow was a public holiday, or something else was up. Before Yumi could approach closer, Kiyone roused and looked around.
“I thought you wanted more karaoke, Mihoshi. This doesn’t look like a karaoke place. This looks like Washu’s lab. Washu doesn’t have the karaoke machine, and it’s late enough we couldn’t use it even if we asked nicely.”
“But Kiyone, I know there was another place close by. And we went through the alley, and then that didn’t look right so I took a left, and now we’re here. It has to be the right place. You know I don’t forget where anything is.”
“Yeah, but it takes you an hour to remember because you have to start from the apartment!”
“So you admit I’m right, then, right?”
Kiyone was inebriated enough that this question put her to pause, allowing Mihoshi to remove Kiyone’s arm from her shoulder and wander around the lab. And despite knowing that it was her job to get Mihoshi out, Yumi was seemingly unable to move from where she stood, instead forced to watch the farce play out. Out of the corner of her eye, Yumi could see Washu was similarly powerless to do anything but watch the drunken blonde make her way to a device whose purpose Yumi could only begin to guess.
“See, karaoke machine,” Mihoshi stated, patting the chassis of the machine as if it was a good-natured pet. “Obviously we just pay on the way out.”
“Mihoshi, no one on Earth would ever run a karaoke place where you pay after you leave. How would they measure how long you used it for?”
“The machine knows, obviously!” Mihoshi explained, her expression indicating that this was the most obvious thing ever. The blonde returned to fiddling with the machine.
“Okay, genius, where are the microphones, then?” While Mihoshi tried to figure out how to work the machine, Kiyone had made her way over, clearly intending to supervise Mihoshi.
“Oh, that’s a good question. Maybe we should have picked them up at the front?”
“Did you see a counter when we came in?”
“Maybe we came in from the side?”
“So then we need to go to the front to get the microphones, then! What good is having the machine working if we can’t even sing?”
This was the fatal distraction. Mihoshi’s concentration was split between trying to figure out where a theoretical front counter would be located and the machine, and as was often the case when Mihoshi’s concentration wavered, accidents happened. Fortunately, the explosion was small, and directed away from the officers. Less fortunately, the pieces of the machine were propelled directly into a tank containing a silvery fluid, breaking through the outer and inner containment barriers and splashing the silver fluid all around the pair. Yumi looked at the remains of the tank and recognized the warning symbol from the lab safety course she’d had to retest on at least five times before scoring a satisfactory result. Nanomachines. Not great in the best of times, but with Mihoshi around, downright terrifying to see spilled. Backing away from the spill, Yumi looked for any other identifying information. As her angle shifted, Yumi recognized the warning written on the tank. Why Washu had a tank full of GP-issue body enhancement nanites was a question for another day, but if Yumi remembered their operation correctly, they would immediately seek organic bodies to colonize. Not immediately dangerous, but worth avoiding if possible. Beating a hasty retreat, Yumi found herself making her way to Washu’s vantage point after taking a roundabout course instead of cutting directly through the chaos. It wouldn’t guarantee that she wouldn’t be exposed to the loose nanites, but it gave her the best chance. With the size of the tank, though, Yumi was fairly confident that everyone in the lab would be colonized, which would only be a problem if someone started messing with their controls.
Unsurprisingly, Mihoshi seemed completely ignorant of the machine’s explosion. Instead, she and Kiyone had moved elsewhere in the lab.
“This is the counter?” Kiyone asked, clearly unconvinced.
“It’s automated!” Mihoshi explained.
“And it’s written in Galactic Standard?”
“Um, it would make sense, wouldn’t it?”
“Mihoshi, this is an undeveloped planet, why would some karaoke place bother having their automated counter written in Galactic Standard and not the local language?”
“Well, maybe they’re an alien, too, and they just don’t know better? It would explain why it’s such a quiet place, too!”
“Mihoshi, where do you get these ideas?”
Mihoshi had elected to start typing away at the console she had found. Kiyone was too busy trying to understand what Mihoshi was thinking to worry about their actual location. Washu, meanwhile, reached out futilely as she realized which particular console Mihoshi had located.
“Yumi, that’s the nanite control console!”
“What?”
“There!” Mihoshi enthusiastically hit a key on the console, sending a command to the nanites. Immediately, all four women in the lab felt a warmth as the tiny machines went to work following Mihoshi’s typed commands. It was immediately apparent what Mihoshi had managed to program the nanites to do, causing Yumi and Washu to groan in unison as they watched the changes play out on the Galaxy police officers and their own bodies. Everyone’s breasts were growing quite rapidly, though it seemed Mihoshi had somehow managed to program the nanites to adjust outfits to match. Yumi could only watch in shock as she went from having barely noticeable breasts to honest-to-god melons. She was going to have to ask about bras or some sort of support if Washu couldn’t fix this right away. The widening of the hips and fuller butts were much more visible on the pair of police officers, who seemed more distracted by their changes than Washu or Yumi, which made sense, considering Washu and Yumi had spent the day watching the same thing happen to both Ryoko and Ayeka.
As Yumi began to worry just how large they were going to grow, the process came to a halt as she felt something reminiscent of a nasty static shock, and judging by the cries of pain from everyone else, so had everyone else.
“Mihoshi! I told you this was Washu’s lab! No karaoke place would have a button to blow up those tits of yours even bigger than they already were!” Kiyone seemed to have decided that the only way to salvage the situation was to manhandle Mihoshi before she caused any more trouble. Yumi was only somewhat surprised that Kiyone elected to do so by roughly groping Mihoshi, who let out a pleasurable moan and wriggled in Kiyone’s grasp.
“Dammit! I should have known better than to trust your directions!”
“Well, what if we go home, then?” Mihoshi asked, clearly enjoying what Kiyone was doing. “Then you can really teach me to behave better.”
“Ugh, I guess I’m going to have to. As fat as that ass of yours is now, we’re going to have to invest in a new set of toys.”
“Ooh, that will be fun,” Mihoshi said. “Take me home, partner.”
Yumi watched in disbelief as Kiyone dragged Mihoshi to a door the blonde had randomly pointed out, seemingly a storage locker. When she opened it, though, Yumi could clearly see the interior of an otherwise unassuming apartment. Kiyone and Mihoshi passed through, closing the door behind them, and were gone from the lab almost as quickly as they had entered.
“I can see why you need someone to keep her out,” Yumi deadpanned. “At least those nanites shorted out before we got too much bigger.”
“Only because Mihoshi probably entered a value so big they couldn’t do anything but adjust our bodies instead of recovering their energy or reproducing.”
“That’s…worrying. Let me guess, I have to clean up the mess, right?”
“What better way to acquaint yourself with the lab’s cleaning equipment?”
“True enough. Are those two always like that?”
“If you get Kiyone drunk enough, sure. She’s also pretty good at catching my bugs in her bedroom, so I don’t have a ton of data as to how often things go down quite like that.”
“So much for sleep, then,” Yumi said, sighing as she went off to where she knew Washu kept the nanite sterilization supplies.
“I’m surprised you’re not either complaining about the new breasts or trying to sneak off to test them out,” Washu teased. “I know I’m going to have to do some experiments on these suckers later tonight,” she continued, hefting her breasts under her arms. Yumi couldn’t help but gauge her mentor’s new size as she turned back around, finally deciding on bigger than watermelons but smaller than beach balls.
“I like my huge breasts attached to other women,” Yumi explained, “but complaining isn’t going to get anything done. It’s not like I could do anything until after I finish cleaning up, since any attempts to modify my body now would set off the set of nanites that has almost certainly recolonized me by now. I did pay attention during the lab safety training courses you’ve been pushing on me.”
“And that’s why I like you, Yumi, you actually do what I ask you to do.”
“So unless you ask me to go figure out if I like being the proud owner of a new set of melons, I don’t think I’ll give you the satisfaction.”
“Ooh, tempting,” Washu teased. “It’s a shame that I do care about making sure you’re alive for the late night monitoring shift, or that’d be an easy decision.”
“If I decide to explore things before I sleep, which way should I face so you get the best show, teacher?” Yumi couldn’t resist a knowing grin.
“Do you think I’m that much of a voyeur?” Washu asked, trying and failing to put on something resembling an air of innocence.
“Washu, you have sensors installed in every toilet in the house to analyze whether everyone is getting their necessary nutrients. Calling you just a voyeur is the polite term. You’re practically a surveillance state to yourself.”
“Okay, okay, guilty as charged. There’s one in the headboard of the bed, one in the ceiling, and one over and one under the desk, in case you decide to get yourself off there.”
“Duly noted. I’ll make a note to use the office when I want some privacy since you agreed to no cameras there. Now I’m going to clean up out here and then go relax until it’s my turn to monitor everyone.” Yumi turned once more and set off to clean up the nanite spill and the rest of the aftermath of Mihoshi’s path of destruction, leaving Washu to monitor the rest of the house for anything unexpected.
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