Story: Kiss-O-Matic

 

Alright, now that they'd sorted out where they were and Satomi was getting on with her scan, it was time for Takane to centre herself. Focus inwards, and purge herself of this awful, sinful lustful intentions towards those who were clearly victims of the mysterious device. If she did not come at this with a clear head then she would -

Grope, grope.

She would leave herself open and - 

Grope, grope. Smooch smooch.

And wind up just another victim herself, with those big irresistible suckers on her lips and - 

Smooch smooch, grope grope, smooch smooch.

"Will you stop kissing my tendrils?!" she yelled, startling Satomi. "Sorry, sorry, they're really getting to me, that's all... Have you picked up anything of note?"

Satomi nodded, staring at her device. "I think I've got their measurements down," she said. "Um... If I'm right, then based on the clothes they're wearing their normal sizes would be -"

Smoooooch! Takane reached out and smacked Motoko's head. "I said cut that out!"

Urgh, honestly! This whole thing was so gross and perverted! She just wanted it over with already! If she ever got her hands on the person responsible for this, she was going to do... something unpleasant to them. An ironic punishment, probably one involving kisses somehow. Not from her though. No, never from her.

"Can you figure out a cure?" Takane asked.

"Well, it would help if I had access to the machine itself..." Satomi said. "I can make estimates based on an analysis, but more complete data would be - Do you hear that, by the way?"

Actually, she did. She'd been hearing it for a few seconds before Satomi brought it up. A sort of click, click, click. The unmistakable tap, tap tapping of metal on wood. In particular wooden floors. Like someone was walking with a cane. Or more like... maybe a dozen? Two dozen? A lot of tiny little canes, approaching ever closer.

"Ohhhh, that cannot be good," Takane grumbled to herself under her breath. There were four of them crawling in from the main hall. Two on the walls, one each on the floor and ceiling. Spiderlike, with things that looked like lips on the underside, and... was that a 'lips' logo on the back? It looked like lips with a halo and feathery white wings coming out of -

"Is that the kissing cult's logo?" Satomi asked. "Oh dear, I thought there was only one of these devices."

"Same," Takane said. Reluctantly, she let the other girls down. They were gonna need some help with this. They could see four, but that didn't mean there weren't more of them. "Keep an eye out, and try not to let yourselves get smooched again."

That included by each other - Oh, never mind. Takane had hoped to give them a chance to redeem themselves, but these girls truly were too kiss happy for their own good weren't they? Takane had let them out for one simple reason: It would be much easier for her to focus on these machines if she wasn't holding those idiots as well!

"Satomi, get under cover!" she yelled. Tsk! Which of these other girls were non-combat? She should be able to use Setsuna, Motoko and Kanako, by her reckoning - if they could pull themselves away from each other long enough to focus on the combat. The rest of them were basically worthless. "Stay away from the other girls, or at least set them up with each other so they don't smooch you!"

"Got it!" Satomi said. "Uh, try to leave enough for me to look at, okay?"

Right. If Satomi could actually get her hands on one of these things, it would be very helpful. She could piece together how they work, and from that figure out a way to undo this whole stupid thing. Concentrating on their location, she sent out a series of tendrils to try to take off those legs - Only for the whole lot of them to jump at her far faster than she was expecting! 

Not fast enough. She was able to put up a defensive wall in front of herself, which they quickly bounced off and one leaped towards where Satomi was hiding behind the couch. Tsk! Splitting her attention, were they? She was able to put out a tendril to grab that one and yank it back, but as for the others - 

Motoko was currently in the process of 'making out with Mutsumi when one of the machines went right for her. Despite her moment of blatant vulnerability, she brought up her sword nonetheless and struck it down. Meanwhile, Setsuna was lip locked with Mitsune - and was similarly able to beat one of the machines back! The last pair was Konoka with Ayaka, and - Fascinating, the two of them vanished for a moment, with Konoka landing a foot right on top of the device before it could land.

Hrmph! That wasn't such a big deal! Those four were easily dealt with. Now Satomi could focus on - 

"Mmph!" Satomi suddenly screamed, as the device Takane was holding had suddenly lurched forward, extending its lips out of the lower part of its body, as if it had fired those lips directly onto her! She wrenched back, but it extended further - leaving her no choice but to crush the contraption before it could corrupt the girl further!

Alas, it might have been too late. Satomi's lips were like a parody of kissers, much larger than they had been, easily equal to the others. But... There was something slightly different here as well. Something else felt a little bit wrong here.

"Ohhhh, I feel funny!" Satomi fanned herself down. "Gotta smooch, need to smooch." Not a good sign. Not a good sign at all! "Smooochie! Smooch smooch smooch!"

"Get ahold of yourself!" Takane yelled. Though in all honesty she wasn't holding out much hope there. Damn! And it was starting to look like things weren't going as well for the others as she was thinking either! Kanako and Ayaka's breasts had been grabbed by their robot, and now they were starting to - Starting to grow quite quickly, becoming every bit as ridiculous as their lips! Motoko and Mitsune's butts had been grabbed by theirs to much the same effect, while Setsuna and Mitsune's thighs were becoming extremely, ridiculously thick!

Whoever made these models wanted to make sure they were as versatile as possible in their corruption. All which was, once again, making Takane <i>extremely cross</i> that she'd been pulled into <i>yet another</i> stupid sexy situation against her will. Great! Just great! What else could go- 

She didn't finish the thought so it didn't count. It didn't count!