“In fact,” Dr. Coyle went on, her spiraled eyes briefly flashing with inspiration, “I think that bowl of ramen can be the basis of what I can look into next. So, have any of you tried what those mammaries of yours have been producing?”
“Ooh, me!” Lola immediately called out, her arms shifting in her restraints as she tried to raise them. “Some of the best candies I’ve ever had! If it weren’t for these boobs being a bit too risque for me, I would love to keep making them so that I could sell them in my circus. You know, once I get it off the ground.”
“Ca va pas non! Just enough of a taste to determine what it was.” Twintelle finally huffed, a tinge of pink gracing her cheeks.
“No, not at all.” Min Min hurriedly added. Though the ramen enthusiast couldn’t help but blush when she considered the possibility, or thought back to the numerous times throughout the day that she had also considered trying the oddly alluring noodles filling her bust.
“Hmmm, I see, so that’s one possible experiment rendered unnecessary.” Coyle noted aloud as she went into thought. “It could be that your output has no unusual effects, outside of being completely atypical products of mammary glands, of course; if that were the case, then there would be no point in pursuing this line of study any further. On the other hand, it could be that you are all immune to any effects from your own output, in which case there are some other experiments that I could try.” Her expression dominated by an eager and mildly sinister grin, the mad scientist strode back over to Min Min’s pod.
“What are you going to do to me now?” Min Min asked, trying her best to sound more confident than she felt. With her breasts smaller yet their production not slowed at all, they were already starting to feel full again, and she could only desperately hope that nothing that her labcoat-clad captor had in mind involved letting her fill to the point of her having to ask to get it squeezed out.
“Do to you? Oh, nothing just yet, my dear.” Dr. Coyle said dismissively. “I simply need something from you at this particular moment.” The mad scientist moved to a panel of buttons nearby to press several in sequence. A pair of mechanical hands came up from below, and while Min Min’s quartet of breasts made it difficult to get a good view of them, she caught a few glimpses of a bowl that they were lifting towards her.
“O-oh, you’r-nnngh!” Min Min started, before her words dissolved into a groan when the rings squeezed her upper breasts again, sending more noodles surging from her plump pink nipples. “W-wait, not the new ones to-ooooh!” Though she had guessed what Coyle was planning next, Min Min’s plea went ignored as her lower breasts were thoroughly kneaded next, sending broth gushing out as well as sending the ramen-themed fighter into another squirming climax.
“Ah, that should do.” Dr. Coyle said simply as she looked over the bowl as the mechanical arms lifted it up to where it was in better view for everyone. Despite being woozy from her orgasm, Min Min glanced up to take a look, idly determining that, though the literally splashed-together bowl of ramen obviously lacked any sense of presentation, its smell was undeniably mouth-watering. A panel opened up in Min Min’s pod, allowing the mechanical arms to slip the dish out and into Coyle’s waiting hands.
“Now, for who to bring this to…” Coyle muttered to herself, looking over the various fighters she had as a captive audience, before turning to Lola. “Ah, right, you seemed interested. Would you like to give Miss Min Min’s latest ramen creation a try?” The question was obviously rhetorical, as the mad scientist was already stalking purposefully towards the clown girl’s pod.
“Yeah, okay!” Lola answered cheerfully, still not especially bothered by anything going on. “That sounds pretty good right now!”
“Good answer.” Coyle said with a smirk, moving to press a few buttons outside of Lola’s pod. A similar panel to the one in Min Min’s pod opened up, and a pair of the mechanical arms snaked out to carefully pluck the ramen bowl from Coyle’s hands to bring it inside. They then brought the steaming soup over to present it to the still-bound Lola, while a third arm came down from above, this one equipped with a pair of chopsticks. The new utensil-bearing hand snagged a bunch of broth-soaked noodles and offered them to the clown girl, who eagerly slurped them down.
“Mmmm, amazing!” Lola enthused. “Maybe not quite as good as what she sells, but that’s a really high bar.” Of course, the candy-themed fighter’s attitude made it come off as though she wouldn’t notice even if the noodles had some kind of effect on her, but as much as the scientist looked, she couldn’t see anything change either.
“Hmmm, so you don’t feel anything different?” Coyle asked, actually a bit hopeful; when Lola shrugged, she gave a sigh of disappointment before continuing. “Hmmm, I wonder if I should continue thi-”
“Oh!” Lola suddenly gasped as she started wiggling about. “My butt feels kinda funny.” Coyle swiftly turned back toward the clown girl’s pod, eagerly fixing her gaze on Lola’s lower body, glad now that she had stripped the other fighters completely while setting them up in their pods. The candy-themed woman’s rear billowed outward, filling the seat that she was stuck in further; not only that, but the nether lips between her thighs puffed out a bit as well.
“Ah, wonderful!” Dr. Coyle enthused, leaning in towards Lola’s pod eagerly. “I was so certain that something like this would happen, it seemed unthinkable that it wouldn’t; I didn’t anticipate a delay, but no matter. How does it feel?”
“Pretty good.” Lola answered, smiling as she wiggled a bit in her seat again. “Really warm, though, for some reason.” Coyle blinked in surprise, then turned toward a nearby panel, pressing a couple of buttons before glancing at a screen next to it.
“Hmmm… your buttocks are giving off more heat than the rest of you. Quite a lot more of it, in fact.” Coyle murmured, mostly to herself before actually addressing Lola. “Are you certain that you’re feeling well?”
“Yeah!” Lola chirped. “It’s really… nice.” The clown girl wiggled her plumper rear into her seat again as her thighs squeezed briefly together, signaling that there was just enough arousal there to crack her blasé demeanor.
“Excellent, then this line of experimentation can continue!” Coyle enthused, pressing a couple more buttons on the panel; in response, the arms holding the ramen bowl snaked out of sight, while the third went to the basin holding the wealth of gumballs that had been squeezed out of Lola’s tits, grabbing one and extending it out into Dr. Coyle’s waiting palm. Now holding the product of her clown captive’s breasts, the mad scientist moved on.
“Now it’s your turn!” Dr. Coyle teased as she made her way over to Twintelle’s pod. The actress scowled as her captor approached, though she couldn’t keep the blush out of her cheeks from the sensations as her breasts continued to be milked for their wealth of tea. Soon, the labcoat-clad woman was immediately outside of the French fighter’s pod, holding up the gumball mockingly.
“What makes you think that I’m going to cooperate? I just have to keep that gumball out of my mouth to ruin your little experiment.” Twintelle replied defiantly, the device holding her prehensile hair arms in place shaking a bit as she tried to dislodge herself from it.
“Because Miss Min Min has already demonstrated that your cooperation really isn’t necessary.” Dr. Coyle noted with a smirk. “Whatever you can try, I have a means to deal with, and with Miss Pop’s production, I have as many tries as I need. I’d rather not have to use forceful measures, so what would the point be in keeping this from going smoothly?” Twintelle let out a sigh and scowled, but ultimately nodded agreement.
“Excellent! Let’s proceed, then!” Dr. Coyle grinned. Like before, she pressed a few buttons on the panel to send mechanical arms snaking into the pod, albeit only one this time. It reached out of a panel that opened to the outside of the pod, plucking the gumball from Coyle’s hand to bring it back inside.
“Zut.” Twintelle cursed quietly as the metallic hand offered the gumball to her, before finally capturing it between her full pinkish-red lips. She tried to keep her annoyed look as she began chewing, but couldn’t help brighten up slightly as sweetness filled her mouth. As she continued gnashing at the squishy candy, she braced herself for the upcoming expansion; at the very least, she was well aware that her derriere was considered particularly attractive, so maybe there would be no issue if there was more of it?
“Hmmm, so the delay seems to be consistent.” Coyle observed, making more mental notes to join so many others. “Feel free to let us know when it kicks in.”
“Mmrgh-mmmphl!” Twintelle grumbled around the wad of gum before a gasp of surprise burst from her throat mid-chew. In contrast to Lola, Twintelle reflexively thrust out her caramel-colored bust as a tingling sensation ran through it, and watched wide-eyed as it swelled outward even further. With several, shuddering pulses, the tea-swollen tits puffed outward, continuing to grow until they had very nearly matched Lola’s wobbling chest-balloons.
“Individualized effects, then; very interesting. I will need to run more tests later to determine if the results are based on whose product is being sampled, or who is doing the sampling.” Coyle said to herself, then glanced over at a nearby screen and quirked up an eyebrow. “Hmmm, despite this increase in size, your breasts don’t appear to be any more productive. Let’s see what I can observe…” With a couple more button presses, the robotic arm went back into motion, reaching down to press into the upper curves of the actress’s plushy mounds.
HONK!
“Wha!?” Twintelle gasped at the ridiculous noise that had just blared from within her boob, her cheeks going red with embarrassment. Min Min could only stare stunned while Lola let out a giggly laugh; Ribbon Girl, needless to say, was still caught up in the cycle of overwhelming orgasms and bleary recovery that kept her from really observing or reacting to anything happening to anyone else. Coyle’s already raised eyebrow went up a little higher, but her grin stayed in place.
“Well, these are most certainly some interesting developments. It certainly seems to indicate the answer as to what these changes are being influenced by.” Dr. Coyle said. “But we might as well finish up with this round of experiments anyway. You can never have too much data, after all.” She pressed a few buttons on a nearby panel, and the mechanical arm retreated back into the ceiling, only to come back with a tea cup, which it brought to the tank that Twintelle was being milked into and delicately filled before handing off to Coyle.
“So, that leaves you.” Coyle sang as she turned back towards Min Min. “You’re not going to waste valuable time again, are you?” Min Min glanced over to Lola and Twintelle, taking in the new changes they had undergone; it seemed that whatever changes she would deal with would be somehow derived from the elegant actress, which she honestly didn’t see much issue with. Besides, it was clear that what Coyle wanted to happen was what was going to happen for the foreseeable future.
“N-no...” Min Min sighed. The same sequence of events played out, Coyle using the arms to take the steaming cup of Lady Grey into the pod and present it to the ramen-themed fighter. Deciding after last time that her best option was to just get it over with, Min Min took a sip, which ended up lasting a little longer than she intended when she realized how good the tea Twintelle was producing actually tasted.
“Ah, the anticipation of having one last result in this experiment to observe. This is simply fascinating!” Dr. Coyle enthused, pacing back and forth eagerly for several moments before stopping to glance back at Min Min. “Ah, and here it begins!”
“Eh? But I don’t feel anythi-hmm?” Min Min started, only to start when she felt something brush down past her shoulder. She looked over to the side, and noticed her hair swirling around her head with considerably more weight and length than usual. The fighter glanced down behind her, and found the thick strands of ramen noodles that the ARMS ability had given her stretching downward, going past her waist to pool into the seat that she was in before stopping; on top of that, a tingling around her mouth brought Min Min’s attention to where her lips were plumping up on her face, growing full as a pinkish-red sheen flowed across them.
“Ah, some excellent data from this experiment!” Dr. Coyle crowed triumphantly. “This will certainly go a long way towards building my understanding of this phenomenon. Now, what to do next?” The mad scientist’s gaze panned across the new developments, from Lola’s plumpened rear, to Twintelle’s wobbling boobs, to Min Min’s curtain of hair and puffy lips, grinning as she ran through a mental list of potential experiments to decide how to proceed still further.
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