“So, how do we tell her we’re here?” Min-Min asked no one in particular, examining the massive metal double doors guarding the entrance to Dr Coyle’s laboratory apprehensively. “I’m pretty sure that knocking isn’t going to accomplish much with a place this size.”
“Can’t hurt to try, though!” Lola laughed as she danced forward, heading straight up to the doors and delivered a few quick raps with a gloved hand. Nothing happened for several moments, but eventually, a panel above the door slid open, and a metallic coil with a camera mounted at its end reached out of the opening, extending down to aim the electronic eye at the small, overly-busty group gathered at the lab’s entrance. Lola waved eagerly at it, Min-Min simply motioned at her chest in exasperation, Ribbon Girl could do little at the moment considering bursts of confetti were exploding from her nipples again, and Twintelle motioned toward the door, clearly requesting to be allowed inside.
After several more moments, a loud, heavy ‘chnk’ sounded from the doors, and the massive metal panels slowly slid open, revealing a hallway leading deep into the complex. Having little choice at the moment other than to simply deal with their strange afflictions, the group of full-titted women made their way inside. Min-Min and Twintelle winced slightly, their breasts packed to the point of becoming completely taut with their bounties, Ribbon Girl was still pink-faced and a bit woozy from her breasts’s most recent bout of involuntary releasing their contents, and Lola was still as aggressively cheerful as ever.
The four women cautiously made their way down the hall, soon reaching another set of metal double doors; these were less impressive than the ones at the lab’s entrance, but parted with a ‘click’ and swished open much quicker. The new room that the quartet had just been allowed into was absolutely massive, even larger than the part of her lab that she left open to be used as an arena in ARMS matches. It looked very similar though, all metal plating, conveyor belts and various high-tech embellishments across the entire space; glass tanks of a green goo eerily similar to what Helix seemed to be made of were dotted all about as well.
“Ah, welcome!” A voice bellowed from nearby. The group turned towards the source, and found the very person they had come to find, Dr Coyle. The scientist was hovering towards them using the various technological bits she tended to keep on her person, adding to the imposing figure invoked by her considerable height and the massive, pauldron-like shoulders from which the thick metal coils that formed her ARMS extended. Her look was mostly what the other fighters recognized from various matches with her, sporting green hair with a massive bang that covered the right half of her face, a black and purple mask over everything above her nose, and purple lipstick providing some shiny gloss to her full lips. However, rather than her usual attire, she had on a white labcoat, black tights instead of the white pants of her fighting outfit, and green high heels instead of her thick, spiky boots.
“Hiya, Coyle!” Lola chirped as she casually sprang into and back out of a handstand.
“Ah, bonjour.” Twintelle greeted cautiously. “Thank you for coming to see us; as you might have noticed, we have a… condition afflicting, well, our-”
“Yes, yes, it took you long enough to come to me.” Coyle waved off dismissively. “And after all that effort to infect you all with my little experiment at the last ARMS Grand Prix, too. I mean, what else could you have thought would be able to help you with such a condition other than my genius?”
“What, you caused this?” Min-Min asked, admittedly not really all that surprised by that revelation.
“It’s well-known that your work is often questionably ethical.” Twintelle noted, idly moving a hand to massage the side of one of her now uncomfortably full breasts. “But I didn’t expect it to be so perverted as well. Giving us these enlarged breasts and bizarre lactation, what’s the point?”
“Not that I need to justify myself to you, but this was honestly an unexpected turn in my research.” Dr Coyle replied. “Still, this condition can only affect ARMS users like yourselves, which is why Mechanica hasn’t been affected by this; that also makes it of special interest to me, regardless of what it actually does. This admittedly isn’t quite the kind of work I had intended to do, but if some useful information regarding ARMS can potentially be gleaned from exploring this find, then so be it!”
“So, what do you plan to do now that we’re here?” Lola asked, a bit concerned, but more confused and curious than anything.
“Well, that’s where the ‘exploring’ part comes in.” Coyle said with a grin as she snapped her fingers. Suddenly, metallic coils similar to the ARMS used by Headlok shot from the far wall of the room, large pincers readied at their ends; unprepared and distracted, none of the fighters could do anything as the tendrils reached them and snagged them by the waists. With yelps of surprise, all four were promptly yanked from their feet and pulled across the lab into glass booths lined up against the wall.
“Gah, I don’t like the looks of this…” Min-Min groaned, moving to try and pry open the pincher keeping her chained to the wall by her waist, but failing to budge it. A glass door slid shut over the booth’s entrance, sealing the ramen enthusiast inside, and from the corner of her eye, she could see that the other women were dealing with the same situation as herself. Before she could try anything else, though, a nozzle opened up in the ceiling above her, and began spewing out an odd gas that quickly filled the chamber; with the next couple of breaths she took, Min-Min quickly grew drowsy, and her eyelids slid shut.
“Eh?” Min-Min gasped, suddenly springing awake. Her immediate attempt to get up from her seating position promptly made clear that she was strapped down to the point of being unable to move. Looking around, she found that she was still in the glass booth that she had been dragged into, though now there was a good deal of equipment set up in it around her. She cringed as a shot of pain ran through her chest, and upon looking directly downward, noticed her breasts, now completely uncovered, absolutely taut, and flushed an angry red.
“Ah, the last one’s finally awake.” Came Dr Coyle’s voice on a nearby speaker. “I’m sure that you want those emptied out, but I didn’t want to do that while you weren’t conscious to give reactions that I could study. Now that you’re back up, though…” Immediately, a mechanical whirring sounded as some of the machines set up in front of Min-Min went into motion. A couple of robot arms with ring-like bands at the ends came up so that the bands encircled the bases of her breasts; then, the rings suddenly contracted, pressing tightly into her boobs, making Min-Min wince again.
“Oh, wait, this’ll be too much!” Min-Min yelped upon realizing what the machine’s purpose was; sure enough, the bands were slowly pulled forward, squeezing the fighter’s tits deeply from base to front. “Nnngahhhh!” Min-Min cried out as noodles poured out of her nipples in a thick flood, splashing into a basin that had been set in front of her. The bands then loosened, but then moved back towards her chest, ready to close in around the bases of her boobs for another go.
“Oh my… mmmaaahhhhh…” Min-Min sighed as more ramen poured out of her, now getting more relief from the odd milking after the first overwhelming load of noodles. Now that she could focus more on other things, she turned to check out the other booths where her fellow fighters were being held. Sure enough, their situations were similar to her own predicament.
Lola had a similar contraption as the one on Min-Min continually squeezing her tits empty, though in the clown girl’s case, she had gumballs popping out of her plump nubs; some were even being ejected with enough force that they overshot the basin that was supposed to hold them. She still didn’t seem overly bothered by what was going on, though; while Min-Min couldn’t hear anything in the other booths, it looked like Lola was whistling cheerfully in there. Strangely, the candy pattern painted onto her areolas remained as immaculate as ever despite everything that had happened, making Min-Min wonder if it was even paint at all.
Twintelle had glass cups suctioned onto her caramel-colored tits, pumping away floods of light brown tea into clear hoses that eventually poured into a large, now half-full, glass tank, the glass of which was steamed up from the hot liquid it contained. In addition to the bonds holding her regular limbs, a strange device above her head held the ARMS formed out of her signature hair in place, keeping them from doing anything. While the sensations that the actress was dealing with from the constant milking had left her pink-faced and panted, she was still fairly calm and looking about to observe the situation that they were all in, and Min-Min locked eyes with her for long enough for the two to exchange a quick nod, conveying that they both doing as well as could be expected for the moment.
Ribbon Girl needed no equipment to suck out the contents of her boobs, as her chest pillows would fill up with and unleash their supplies of confetti all on their own. The singer would visibly wail in pleasure as clouds of colorful paper blasted out of her puffed-up boobs to fill the air before her. When the piles on the floor around her grew large enough, a vacuum set up nearby activated to suck it all away. Given that Ribbon Girl mostly seemed to alternate between being overwhelmed by the pleasure of the bizarre experience and slowly trying to recover from those experiences, Min-Min wasn’t able to get her attention at any point.
After a quick gasp as another load of noodles was roughly squeezed out of her, Min-Min sighed, and tried to think through the situation that she and her fellow fighters were in. While being Dr Coyle’s guinea pigs was hardly an ideal situation, it didn’t seem likely that she would do anything to harm them, and the scientist surely knew that keeping so many ARMS fighters captive wouldn’t take long to be noticed, so she would hopefully let them go free soon enough. Still, the situation was so bizarre, and Min-Min had a feeling that it could get even stranger, so she wasn’t sure that she wanted to just sit there and rely on Dr Coyle’s better nature to be her only way back to freedom.
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