"So, nnngh, is this what you plan to do to us?" Min Min asked. "Just keep us lactating like a bunch of cows until you decide to turn us back?" She paused for a moment, mainly to consider what she'd said, but partially because she tried to stifle another orgasm from the strange pleasure. "You are going to turn us back, right?" Dr. Coyle didn't answer Min Min right away. In fact, she didn't look at the blonde for a while. Instead she typed up multiple notes on her computer, which faced away from the four pods the ladies were stuck in.
"To my recollection, cows typically lactate milk, not your various expulsions," Dr. Coyle said as she turned back around. Her long, green heels clacked on the ground as she approached the pods once more. She stepped right up to Min Min's and pressed the palm of her hand against the glass.
Click-click-click-click-clack
Click-click-click-click-clack
Click-click-click-click-clack
Dr. Coyle's fingernails tapped on the glass, one after the other. Pinky to thumb, with a slight delay after her pointer finger. She repeated that action near the center of Min Min's glass for a while, with the blonde worried that she'd done something to annoy the scientist. Considering the circumstances, Min Min felt she'd be rather amiable so far. The tapping was annoyingly… hypnotic? Min Min gulped as Dr. Coyle stared at her, deep in thought.
Click-click-click-click…
"Ah, that would be interesting to try," she said as she pulled her hand away. Dr. Coyle walked over to the furthest pod, where Ribbon Girl was strapped down. She clearly handled her situation the worst of anyone there. Either her boobs were supremely sensitive or she had less self-control than Min Min and Twintelle… and Lola was so blase about the whole situation that Min Min wondered how long they'd have to be stuck here before Lola admitted it felt good.
"What would be interesting to try?" Twintelle asked as she looked over at the scientist. Dr. Coyle shook her head at Ribbon Girl, who had just climaxed after her last expulsion of confetti. She then stopped for a moment at Min Min's pod, then Twintelle's, and only briefly glanced at Lola's.
"Min Min!" The young woman would have stood at attention if she weren't already strapped in place.
"Y-Yes!" Dr. Coyle smiled. The purple of her lipstick stretched across her face as she returned to Min Min, with her heels clapping on the ground at a quicker pace. She pressed a button nearby and Min Min felt her breath hitch. "I believe you'll be the most relevant subject to test my hypothesis."
"Min Min, hold your breath!" Twintelle advised. Min Min saw some gas spew into her isolated pod, and closed her mouth. Dr. Coyle sighed in exasperation.
"Listen, I admire it, but it's not like the gas is going to go anywhere until you inhale it, so let's move along quickly, shall we?" Like the arms that placed rings around her breasts, Min Min saw two more come out from the floor beneath her. Only these were topped with feathers. They slid up her side and tickled under her arms, and a third snaked up from further in front of her to dab at her nose. Min Min didn't consider herself unusually-ticklish, but the oddity of the situation made her collapse quickly.
"Nnngh, hahaha, ooh, h-hey, stop it, not, hahaha, hey!" Min Min felt her body squirm around as the feathers tickled at her body for a bit until she'd taken several nice, deep breaths of the unusual fog that had crept into her personal space. She didn't taste anything, but knowing she'd be subjected to something weird meant that she only had a moment of relief once the tickles stopped.
"Now, let's all observe. Well, those of you who can see, or are willing, I suppose." Lola and Twintelle looked Min Min's way in order to see what happened. The rings that milked her stopped moving, so Min Min grew concerned. She was fairly certain that if she weren't manually expressed, that she wouldn't explode, but it wasn't the ideal situation to be in. She watched for a moment as her breasts inflated, as their bounty swelled up inside. Min Min waited with bated breath as they expanded. It was so pitifully nice at times that she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan.
"Mmmnhgh." It wasn't successful. The blonde's bounty grew in mass as her boobs grew out in all directions. The massive, fist-sized nubs of her nipples began to look more in proportion with the rest of her tits as the fat mounds grew to match. She shuddered and watched them bob around, unable to completely keep down the unconscious shivers of her body.
"Fascinating. It's actually working as expected. Wonderful, then I'll be able to reconfigure my thesis regarding this," Dr. Coyle said as she examined closely. Min Min cleared her throat. The sensation of growth continued, but as Min Min looked down, she didn't see any more expansion. But her breasts weren't at their max capacity yet. Each boob only stuck out a few inches past her shoulders, instead of eight or nine, and if her hands were free, she may have been able to reach her nipples without squishing her breasts together.
"You… shrank them?" Min Min muttered. Now that she looked closer, her nipples actually were smaller as well. Instead of fat, pink masses, they were more manageable in size. Something more akin to a can of coffee one might find in a vending machine. "I mean, it's not back to their original size, but I'll take it. Heh, if I was honest, I wasn't totally put off by how massive they were, it's… why do I still feel all tingly?"
"Dr. Coyle, you're a fiend," Twintelle stated. "I mean, for two reasons. First being we're houseguests and you haven't offered us any refreshments yet. Second being what you've done to Min Min now."
"Huh?! What did she do to me?" Min Min whimpered as she felt another strange trembling of pleasure. It was so bizarre. Her breasts weren't growing anymore, but she was feeling increasingly heavier. Perhaps her boobs were filling up with more noodles, but that didn't explain as much weight as she felt. She also swore she heard something sloshing, but had no idea where that was coming from.
"To put it simply, I was curious about whether this strange affliction had an innate sense of equilibrium. To that end, I set a hyperparameter in my configuration that would alter the calibration matrix of your built-in noodle bar to see how it would best optimize itself to an unprecedented circumstance." Min Min tilted her head to the side as best as she could in utter confusion and disdain.
"What?!"
"I have no idea what she meant there," Twintelle admitted.
"Oh! So you forcibly shrank her bust to see if this weird disease we've got would compensate in some way that lets it produce the same amount of noodles with less space." Twintelle, Min Min, and Dr. Coyle all looked over at Lola Pop who stared back with a dopey smile. Ribbon Girl attempted to look over as well, but her gaze was broken by another burst of ribbons from her teats and she instead crossed her eyes and broke out into a somewhat slutty, dazed expression. "What?"
"Ahem, well, she's right," Dr. Coyle agreed. "But perhaps you can't exactly see it. No matter, I can fix that," she said, almost cheerfully. Min Min took a deep breath and felt her boobs bounce. It was so bizarre, why did they feel bouncier despite being smaller? The set of hands with ring attachments clamped around her breasts once more, and Min Min squeaked. Then she let out a surprised moan as a second set climbed up her torso, and clamped down on a second set of nipples hidden from her sight.
"Wh-What, oooh, wha, mmm!" The hands that grabbed an unexpected second set of tits were somewhat gentle, but they still probed Min Min's secondary bust with an exploratory fascination that drove her mad. Maybe it was the fact that they'd just grown in, but Min Min felt they were more sensitive than her first set. She internally screamed at the idea of needing to separate her 'first' boobs and her 'second' rack. "Y-You gave me a second set of breasts! You made me a freak!" Min Min shouted.
Frankly, my dear, in the grand scheme of things, everything with a set of ARMS is a freak compared to everything else." Min Min got the impression that if Dr. Coyle had been able to touch her directly, she'd have flicked one of the blonde's thick nipples to punctuate her point. "But yes, it's actually what I expected to happen!" Dr. Coyle said smugly. She placed her hands on her hips and watched as Min Min's lower bosom was handled. "Although I don't see any expression yet, we'll need to milk those as well," she insisted. Min Min gurgled as the top set of boobs she carried plopped out another few bowls' worth of noodles.
"N-No please, don't touch them anymore, they're so sensitiiiiive!" She let out a deep moan of bliss as her body clenched in orgasm. The mechanical arms around her lower set of boobs squeezed and pinched around the base, and then pushed forward. Min Min had both eyes shut, but opened one carefully to see what happened. She couldn't see her lower boobs, as the top set was in the way. But, she could see what that lactated. This felt easier than she expected, and she saw why, as a massive flood of broth was expressed from her nipples.
"Ooooooh!" Min Min tilted her head backwards as her boobs were expertly kneaded and the broth was emptied, for the time being. The pleasant, warm aroma of a salty miso broth filled Min Min's pod. It was almost nice. She rolled her head forward as she recovered from her climax. "Oooh, mm… I smell scallions. Miso paste, obviously. Maybe some dried kelp or something?" she muttered, trying to analyze the ingredients of her soup in her daze. Even with the surprising amount of pleasure that came from this, Min Min still looked to handle her treatment better than Ribbon Girl, who didn't seem like she was trying to recover from her orgasms anymore, and just let them constantly wash over her.
Min Min's chest looked even more bizarre than the others currently imprisoned. Yes, their boobs were all twice as large as Min Min's were, with obviously-fatter nipples. But with the second set of tits that hung on her torso, Min Min's entire midsection was covered by sensitive, filled breast flesh. With two sets of nipples that both needed lactation at regular intervals, she'd also be subjected to twice as many moments of weakness as the others. There wasn't even much solace to be taken in the size of each melon, since they still weighed as much as they did when they were as big as the Blorb ARMS, if not more.
"Well, admittedly, that was a flaw in my hypothesis. I figured, if anything, you would produce more noodles from a second set. Not another form factor entirely. Fascinating. Well, data, data, data. You cannot build bricks without clay. Or, shall we say, you can't wire a computer without silicone. Or you can't make soup without a pot, whatever metaphor you want to use." Dr. Coyle smugly turned to face Twintelle as her purple-tinted smile grew.
"I didn't think noodles on their own would be enough of a refreshment to offer you. But now that our resident chef has added a missing ingredient, can I get you a bowl?" Dr. Coyle teased. Twintelle rolled her eyes, while Lola seemed rather intrigued by the offer. "Either way, now that we know a bit more about this now, we can proceed."
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