Wacky Waving
This was going to be the ultimate prank. The HDTF was at the center of a lot of pranks these days. It was just super useful to both make sure no one got hurt even if things got extreme, and to make entirely new and previously impossible things plausible. The only problem was, it had really raised the bar on the kind of pranks you had to pull to make a splash. Just last week the flautist in the marching band had managed to suck up a good two thirds of her fellow band working from bac

Lexi took slow breaths and squirmed. After the little demonstration, Brit had taken some notes and returned to find her still rubbing and stroking her little grapefruit-sized tummy. In an act that was equal parts sweet and demeaning, Brit grabbed a cat bed they’d purchased and set Lexi in it, still within the HDTF field. It was better than laying on the cold ground, waiting for the scientist to decide they had enough data and could extract Samantha, but most people would really rather not

Brainstorming SessionJulia clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention as she walked into the lab at Mad Science Kink headquarters. The collection of employees and interns, who had been milling about and generally wasting time, started to quite down.“All right, everyone, all right. Let’s get focused. As you know, the MSK website is doing well enough, but I’m an engineer, and having money is great, but having inventions is greater. I’ve asked you all here to suggest industrial uses f

Monica grumbled and crossed her arms. She really wasn’t looking forward to the next few months. She’d taken the job as a deep sea rig worker because she was looking forward to the solitude. Adjusting to the pressure meant you had to go down slowly and gradually adjust to the pressure, and then you had to come up even more slowly to keep from getting the bends. For that reason, they planned things such that up and down trips were minimized. You were booked for months of work. She thought for

Anise hummed pleasantly to herself. She’d been a maid for a few years, so she was used to cleaning people’s houses, but the job had gotten a lot better a few months ago when a friend of hers contacted her about a new business idea. Basically, actual, professional maids dress up in the cliché “French maid” outfit to clean people’s houses. It had been done before, but this one was different in a way that really made it less worrisome for the women. The owners of the house weren’t home

"So
this is our new packaging machine," he said.
"A
new packaging machine?" the prospective buyer said.
"Yes!"
the salesman replied. "This is fresh from R&D. It includes
all of the latest improvements in the industry. We've got…"
He
checked some hastily written notes.
"Natural
language processing. Neural Networks. HDTF enhancements…"
The
woman raised an eyebrow. "Did you say HDTF?"
"Yes."
"The
weird device that ma

Lucinda
got home and dropped her things. She was in a bad mood. She’d been
late to the office Christmas party. When she arrived, she’d
expected to be doing a secret Santa. She’d even bought a nice
basket of smoked meats and cheeses for the person lucky enough to
have her draw their name. But she discovered instead that someone had
changed the rules. There was a present waiting for on the table, very
carefully wrapped and very carefully labeled. From the size of it, it
was probably one of t

Alundra
tugged at the blouse of her uniform. It had only been a few days, and
she’d yet to get used to the extra heft she’d achieved. She
glanced at her reflection in mirror behind the counter of the diner
where she worked.
“It’s
amazing. Sometimes it’s not about how much you weigh, it’s about
where the weight goes…” she mused.
Until
a few days ago, she’d had the dubious distinction of being the
female equivalent of barrel-chested was. She was only a bit over
weight, but she ca

Julia
tinkered with a small canister. It looked like a capsule, though it
was clearly made out of an old 2-liter bottle, as there was still a
cap on one end. The only major change was that it was split in the
middle, hinged together, and had a push-button clasp. It was
currently open, and sitting in a larger chamber with some familiar
HDTF-related gadgetry attached. She had a sparkle in her eye as she
soldered wires and adjusted settings. It was clear she was in her
element, enjoying the rare op

Sami
Sparks was laying in bed. The heat was unbearable, and the air
conditioner had malfunctioned. Her lovely roommate and partner Lexi
was beside her, similarly miserable in the oppressive heat. The clock
rolled over to two AM. Both of them had an early morning at Mad
Science Kink, the job had come to define both their work and their
play. If they didn’t get any sleep soon, there was sure to be a
mishap on the set. Granted, those tended to be fun, but there was
such a thing as taking pride in

Marlena
anxiously clutched the bag on her lap. This all seemed too good to be
true. She’d seen the testimonial with before and after footage, but
that sort of thing was simple enough to fake. Still, surely there was
something
to it.
“Marlena?”
called a woman clutching a clipboard.
“Uh,
yes! Here!” she said.
“We’re
ready for you. This way.”
She
stood and adjusted her shirt. She was perpetually convinced she could
feel it riding up, but it was usually just her anxiety about her
tum

Gene
flipped through the duty roster for the afternoon. Working at a
teaching hospital meant the quality of one’s day could vary wildly
depending on who you were paired up with. Teaching young doctors on
their residency was rewarding, but frustrating. He ran his finger
down the list of hand-written names. A smile came to his face.
“Clarise,”
he said.
It
was going to be a good day.
Clarise
was a fertility specialist. They both were, actually, but the two
didn’t really compare. Clarise was

“Honey…”
he called sweetly. “Up and at ‘em. It’s your birthday…”
He
smiled as his wife groggily blinked her eyes open. She smiled back
when she realized he was holding breakfast in bed on a tray.
“Aw…”
she said, sliding up in a sitting position so he could place the tray
down. “You shouldn’t have.”
It
wasn’t the most luxurious meal in the world, but it was certainly
decadent. Pancakes with plenty of syrup and butter, a glass of orange
juice, and some bacon and eggs.

“And,
as you can see, we take our employee safety very seriously,”
remarked the shift manager.
It
was Joyce’s first day on the job. She was one of the first rounds
of hires at a new factory on the edge of town that manufactured snack
foods. During the entire employee training process she’d only been
half-listening. None of it applied specifically to any one of them.
The individual job training happened at the end of the week. This was
basically a glorified factory tour.
“…utilizing
H

A
video flicks on. A young woman, college age, is standing a bit too
close to the camera, arms on either side.
“I
never use these big DSLR things, so I don’t… Oh, It’s running.”
She cleared her throat. “This is Chelsea Siegel, intern for Mad
Science Kink Industries… or whatever. I’m working under Julia and
she’s got me on product testing and she asked me to record every
test. Apparently people get a kick out of seeing both successful and
unsuccessful
tests? So, uh… Well, let�

"Yeah,
I don't know exactly what it is either, but Carla said it's supposed
to make sex a lot more sensual, so I figured it would be a nice thing
to play with during 'Romantic Date Night,' since I couldn't afford to
take out out to dinner like I promise."
Rhoda
crossed her arms and frowned at the toaster oven-sized device he
presented.
"Seems
like it's not much of a replacement for a meal at Marco's. But what
did you have planned?" she said.
Garrett
smiled. "I figured we

“Hey,
wanna see a trick, Aimee?” she said.
Layla
was my friend from way back. We’d met in girl scouts and our
friendship had lasted through grammar school, high school, an aborted
attempt at college, and now being roommates until the right career
came around.
As
that career hadn’t shown up yet—I was doing data entry and she
was interning for some internet video company—we were just lazing
around on a Sunday. Anything seemed like a good distraction from the
nightmare that was daytime

“Let’s
see here,” Johanna said, looking over her notes. “I’m pretty
sure this should be close to ready.”
She’d
been tinkering with her device for a few months now, ever since
Maxi-Chem’s X-division had been shut down. Most of the HDTF and
HDTF-derived technology had been confiscated, but Johanna’s team
had been in the process of moving from one lab to another when the
police started seizing things. That meant her research was in her car
at the time. After a few weeks with no on

The
Dorm Incident Stories
What
follows are some of the many consequences of The Dorm Incident, the
first activation of the HDTF in the woman’s dormitory.
“Shh!
If we’re going to do this, we’ve got to hurry, you’re not
supposed to be here!” hissed the girl, stumbling into her room with
her boyfriend right behind her. “And my roommate is coming back any
minute. If she catches you, she’ll definitely rat us out. She’s a
total snitch!”
“Pff,
yeah. It rhymes
with snitch,” mutte

The
following is edited from a video recovered from Maxi-Chem's Research
and Development department.
A
young woman stepped sheepishly into a clinical white cell, led by a
lab coat-clad man. He was sheepish because, despite the three men in
the room, she'd been asked to disrobe.
"Are
you sure this is really necessary?" she asked.
"Please
refrain from talking until the end of the experiment," said the
man in the coat. "Step into the tub."
She
glanced at the large plas

Julia
of the HDTF crew had a much different attitude than Brit, her partner
and co-creator of the HDTF. While Brit fancied herself too scientific
to enjoy some of the more sensual aspects of their device, Julia
didn’t feel the two were mutually exclusive. Brit also dreaded her
rotation in the “unusual restoration” clinic they ran to mop up
the mess often left by the misuse of the HDTF, but Julia enjoyed the
technical challenge, as well as the stories of how exactly they ended
up in that pr

Julia
sat at her workbench, phone to her ear as she twisted the screwdriver
into a bizarre contraption. Her face was twisted in concentration,
and peppered with more than a bit of frustration. A fair amount of it
was directed at whoever was on the phone.
“Yeah…
Yeah I know
I said you’d win a weekend with the device… Well you had to…
Listen… You had to do it without causing a scene. … What about
that lady. … Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking
about, I saw you do i

“Hello
and welcome once again to Mad Science Kink!” proclaimed Julia Young
in her typical ‘sexy scientist outfit.’ “I’m pleased to say
that we’ve finally got access to the portable HDTF, and that means
that we can do our first ever ‘public test’ of the device! We
have been getting lots
of requests for this one. First, let’s get your stars out here!
Sam, Lexi, that’s your cue!”
A
bouncy, enthusiastic brunette and redhead pranced on camera. As was
typically the case for the

The
camera faded in to reveal a brunette, clad in lab coat and nothing
else.
“Thanks
for the great demonstration, Brit! And to think, I thought it would
be boring! But we’re done with the business. On with the pleasure!
There’s been a lot of talk about how the HDTF can be used for games
and contests! We had a few ideas, but most of them involved that
portable HDTF that Brit was using, and we didn’t build a second one
yet. So we’ve set those aside for now, and instead we’re going to
t

The
camera faded in to show a studious and academic young woman. She was
tall and fit, with an attractive figure and blonde hair. Those
familiar with the Mad Science Kink knew her as the killjoy known as
Brit Markov. She was wearing a lab coat, but rather than the
provocative and titillating way the other girls tended to do so, she
was wearing it the way an actual scientist would, over a sensible
wardrobe. She appeared to be standing in a white, clinical hallway.
“Hello,”
her expression sour

In
a forgotten desk in the corner of a partially renovated warehouse, a
drawer rattled. The desk was in a small circle of light cast by a
single overhead lamp in the otherwise darkened building. The rattling
sounded like it might have been a mouse, but much smaller, and far
more motivated. Also, mice tended not to swear quite so often. A set
of fingers appeared gripping the top edge of the drawer from the
inside, and after a moment the face of a very angry woman joined
them. The crack above the

“Hello
and welcome to another episode of that up and coming—no pun
intended—pornographic and educational web series, Mad Science
Kink!” said Julia, a lab coat-clad brunette with a dynamite body,
in her best announcer voice. “We’ve been getting a lot of great
feedback from you,
the fans. We’ve seen votes for such diverse experiments as cock
vore, auto-fellatio, and self vore. All fine ideas and we hope to get
to them soon. We also hope to do a short series on some of the…
let’s

Julia
Young led three other women to the door of a large, unassuming
warehouse toward the edge of town. Each of the other women carried a
bundle about the size of a briefcase, while Julia carried a ring of
keys and a more secure case on a hand truck.
“So
why are we doing this again?” said the thin blonde, a woman named
Carla.
“We’re
doing this because you three are interns. Paid interns, which more
than I can say for myself when I first started doing course work. But
as interns, you’re

“God
damn it, hurry up!” growled a tiny voice.
If
a sane, normal person were to look in on the small workshop in the
basement of a college building, they wouldn’t remain a sane or
normal person for long. Most of the contents of the room were fairly
mundane. There were a handful of women, one man, a desk, and some
scientific equipment. The most unusual object in the room was an
unidentifiable cluster of metal and components that looked like a
microwave under repair, with a close runner up b

Lexi
sat on the desk of a small room in the basement of the science
building at the university. She could have been excused for feeling
frightened or confused. It would have been only natural. After all,
at the moment she was eighteen inches tall, naked, and sitting on a
desk cluttered with books, beakers, and test tubes. She’d spent
more than a week being passed around the seedier side of the
university, acting as everything from a dildo to a butt plug to a
snack
for any man or woman with the

“Ahem.
Let’s begin, shall we?”
The
woman speaking was Brit Markov. Despite her lean, attractive build
and gorgeous blonde hair, it was clear at a single glance that there
were far more important things to her than her appearance. Currently
her hair was pulled back into a bun and she was dressed in a white
lab coat. On her face were a pair of stylish glasses, and in her
hands were a pen and clipboard. A camera had been set up on a tripod,
and she was currently addressing it directly.
“I
w

Samantha
Sparks, a buxom redheaded young college student, was happily tapping
away at her keyboard in her dorm room one afternoon while dressed in
her sweat suit. For the last few months she'd been worried that
bio-med may not have been the right major for her. Sure, she'd been
getting good grades, but her heart just hadn't been in it. Then came
the day that her roommate Julia had walked in on her in the shower.
After a bit of fooling around, things got a little bit strange. How
strange? Julia m

Mark
Horner, an athletic young college student, yawned and looked at his
watch. He was reclined on a beanbag chair in nothing but a pair of
gym shorts, leafing through a magazine and looking generally
exhausted. Besides himself and the beanbag, the only other things in
the room were a bed, a camera, and a statuesque blonde working
through some paperwork at a desk in one corner. The woman’s name
was Brit Markov. She was in a robe, and had the ridiculously sensual
glow and disheveled hair of som

An
image clicked on to reveal Julia Young, a perky and well-endowed
brunette grad student, backing away from the camera after powering it
up. She was dressed in a fuzzy robe with her bare feet sticking out
the bottom. Beside her was a taller woman, not quite so generously
built, with blonde hair and paler skin. The blonde was wearing a
similar robe along with a pair of stylish glasses, but her expression
didn’t have the manic enthusiasm of her brunette companion. Instead
she had a look of meas

A
young woman named Julia Young was seated at a makeshift lab station
in the basement of a female unisex dorm. The station was little more
than a folding table beneath a fluorescent light, scattered with
assorted multimeters and writing implements. The centerpiece was
something that l looked like a particularly elaborate toaster oven
covered with wires and sporting a robotic pincher on the inside.
Behind the thick glass viewing window of the device was a strawberry,
and laid out in front of the