Jaynin
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"Are you sure about this?" Syia asked somewhat dubiously.
"Of course I'm sure. When am I ever not sure?" Though Felin answered confidently, Syia took her answer in a different way; indeed, Felin was always confident. That didn't mean she was always right, although she usually was. Syia was, at the moment, wearing just a tight-fitting tank top and close-fitting pink hotpants, sitting on the exam table in Felin's laboratory while Felin fiddled around with something on her computer. The actual experimentation area of the lab was in the center of a long but comparatively narrow room; the mini-maze of computer servers at the front hid the rear area from anyone who was trying to catch a peek, and Felin had caught many a curious Academy student hiding amongst those computer servers. Naturally, they were wired up full of sensors, so Felin knew whenever someone was trying to hide in there. For reasons that weren't apparent to anyone who didn't know her, she also let many of those snoops get away. Syia, however, knew that Felin did it because there wouldn't be anyone to catch if she scared away everyone who tried.
"All right." Felin turned around in her chair, and hopped out of it, walking over to where Syia sat on the edge of the exam table, which actually was rather comfortable and warm instead of a cold metal slab, and pulling a group of wires out from beneath the table; they were actually leads for sensors, the sort that doctors attached to the body to track heartbeat and things like that, but modified for Felin's purposes. "It shouldn't hurt. I've worked a lot on that part," she commented as, without shame - and without resistance from Syia - her hands went up into Syia's top and attached two sensors per breast, one to either side of each. They were a little cold, and Syia's nipples perked up a little as a result of that, but it wasn't really an issue for Syia. Besides, the catgirl had seen Syia naked and screaming with giggles while her boobs bounced everywhere more than once. Many more times than once. "There," Felin said.
Syia touched one of the rubber suction cups that was now attached to her chest lightly. "It seems too simple to work just this easily. Wouldn't you need some kind of injection, or something, to make this work? That seems like it would hurt. How can you do this with just rubber - mmmh." Her sentence cut off abruptly as they started to vibrate gently, a feeling that was rather pleasant. "Well, this feels good at least."
Felin grinned. "Just lie back and relax." She had turned back to her monitor now, starting to slowly increase the intensity of something or another, and the vibration grew slightly stronger. Syia had indeed laid back down to relax, a small smile on her face. Though Felin was tempted to jump her just then, the results of this procedure were too delicious to interrupt. "You'll be feeling plenty good once you have the entire male population of the Academy beating your door down. After all," she said with a slight grin, as Syia let out a pleasured little sigh, "the mere mention of the fact that your boobs are for-real super ticklish will have every cock in a mile radius standing on end." Syia laughed a little at that.
"I can already do that anyway." There was a pause. "Mmmh. My chest feels a little tingly and... I dunno, tight? But not too bad." Syia had closed her eyes, letting the pleasantly tingly massage bring her nipples to full stiffness, at this point painfully obvious against her top. Felin watched the procedure in silence for a minute, making sure everything was working as it was supposed to, talking her through the process.
"The issue is nerve endings. You need those to be sensitive, obviously." Felin's eyes tracked along the screen. Previous experiments, many of them, had confirmed both statistically and empirically that Syia had nerve endings in abundance, and hence intensely sensitive skin, enough so that her breasts were also very sensitive despite being so big. "So I developed a technique which should hopefully stimulate the growth of said nerve endings, and in short, make your breasts more sensitive... sensitive enough to make them ticklish." Felin was silent on the fact that Syia's breasts seemed also to be swelling slightly because of this, a handy side effect and the cause of the tight feeling in her chest - her top was quite literally getting tighter as her breasts grew. Not by a lot, certainly. Felin had other breast growth procedures that could result in breasts that would make a porn star weep. A lot of that kind of thing depended on the being whose breasts were being targeted, however.
Swept up in her own thoughts, Felin's attention wandered from the monitor. Syia's breasts were already pretty big. A little more growth, to E-cup or so, would be about as big as they could reasonably get without outside help. A female satyr's body structure, however, let them grow bigger without side effects, most notably because they simply tended to be physically larger than Syia, who was of average height. Naga breasts could grow bigger still, because of how their unique body structure allowed for the support of proportionally larger breasts, resulting in the massive chests that so enamored them of certain males. In fact, it had been the study of naga breasts, which were much more sensitive than those of females from other species, that had led Felin to develop and perfect this breast sensitivity procedure. It involved the splicing in of naga DNA and...
A giggle interrupted Felin's thoughts, and brought her back to the present. A quick glance at the screen confirmed what the giggle told her - she'd let it run a little too long, but that wouldn't be a problem. Not for Felin, anyway. "And we're done," Felin said, allowing the procedure to finish and running a quick body scan from the overhead scanner, which traced a blue line over Syia's body from head to toe and reported what Felin suspected. Her data was updated - conveniently for Jienan, she'd made a deal with him that involved his database being linked in real-time to hers, so when Syia's profile data changed it would update on his database, too:
Syia
Height: 5 feet, 9 inches
Bust: E-cup
Hair: Blue, long (reaching approximately to her lower back)
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Brown
Species: Human
Weaknesses: Tickling, fetishes, sex, role-playing
Felin went over to the table and pulled the leads carefully off of Syia's body. "Mmm." Syia giggled, without opening her eyes, and Felin's fingertips responded almost instinctively as the leads came off and she bundled them and put them back under the exam table. "That felt really good, you know." She needn't have bothered saying it, what with the glass cutters she was calling nipples. "Hey, what are - HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE!!" Syia's eyes popped open as Felin's fingers went back underneath her top and started gently teasing the nice big breasts that were so obviously begging to be touched, and Syia tried to struggle into a sitting position, but Felin jumped up onto the table and straddled Syia's waist, then pulled her top up so it bunched around her neck and started very, very lightly scraping her fingernails on that newly sensitized flesh.
The effect was instant and intense. Syia grabbed for Felin's hands and tried to wrestle them away from her tits, laughing all the while and struggling, bucking her hips against the neko-jin girl's. "NAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE! WHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHAH!!" Intense ticklish laughter was not new to Syia at all. What was new to her was the source of it, as she had never felt this kind of soft ticklish sensation emanating from her breasts before. "NHHEEHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! HEHEHEHEEHEHEE!" Syia tried to gasp out some protest, tried to ask Felin to stop, but the scientist had a handful of each of her breasts now and was simply groping them in the normal manner, and that tickled like someone was tickling her feet. Syia did, however, have the presence of mind to acknowledge how badly this was going to tempt boys...
Felin stopped after a moment, and Syia caught her breath, looking into the garnet eyes of the grinning female astride her hips. "Thahaha... hehehe... it was... hehehe... it worked. My tits are ticklish... ahaha... hehehehe! HEEE! Ahahaahaha, that... that tickles too but not as much, it feheehehehehehels good but oh gahahahahawd it still tickles!" Felin was busy sucking on one of those stiff nipples, playing with the other one with her fingertips, and even as Syia gasped and rolled her hips around in a way that made Felin think of doing things aside from just tickling her. By this point, Syia had simply grasped Felin's wrists but wasn't really trying to push them away, at least until Felin suddenly brought all of her fingers in for a tickling attack on the sides of Syia's breasts. "NAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE!!!" The sudden reflex and the sense of ticklishness lent Syia enough strength to force Felin's hands away, and then she laid there panting, looking into the garnet eyes that were now much closer to her, looking at her from behind the mounds of her breasts.
With her hands temporarily out of the game, Felin simply shifted her body a little, her own breasts pressed against Syia's, and kissed the other girl warmly. Moaning gently into the kiss, then moaning more firmly as Felin kept it up and prompted Syia to open her mouth a little wider, letting her tongue explore the feline one, then slowly move her hands away from Felin's wrists and down along her back to squeeze the neko-jin's rear end. Felin responded in kind, making her kiss yet more aggressive, locking lips with Syia for a very long moment... and then suddenly bringing her fingers back to the sides of Syia's breasts and tickling them! The look on Syia's face was priceless as she suddenly squirmed and tried to bring her hands back up to her chest to defend herself, as well as the surprised squeal that came from her mouth when Felin finally broke the kiss. "NYEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHE YOUT RHEHEHEHEHEHAHAH YOU TRICKED MEHEHEHEHEEE!"
"You tricked yourself," Felin teased, going back to an upright position and tickling as much as she could while trying to fend off Syia's flailing hands, until finally Syia caught her again and forced them back to a stalemate. Of course, Felin could have simply restrained her arms above her head and tickled her breasts until she could barely breathe, but there was some fun in doing it this way, pinning her down personally, watching Syia frantically react to each and every tease. It didn't hurt that the sexily clad woman was rubbing against her the whole time, either. "Besides which, if you're going to pieces now, what happens when some boys pin your arms in place so they can drag makeup brushes against your tits for an hour or so?" The shiver that image produced could be felt even from where Felin was sitting. "And every time you give a titjob it's going to tickle some, too. Think about that; boys can tickle your tits with their dicks. Imagine how popular you're going to be."
Syia didn't say anything, simply closing her eyes, no doubt deep within some personal fantasy at that very moment. Felin let her imagine it. Sometimes, Syia could tease herself better than anyone else could. When Syia's fingers relaxed around her wrists, Felin gently placed each one of her hands above her head, and Syia did not move them. Then her fingers moved not to Syia's breasts but to her underarms, and barely, barely scraped the skin under each arm with one fingernail. It was ticklish enough for Syia to notice, but not so much so that she couldn't keep her arms above her head. Both of them were quiet now, and save for the occasional shuddering breath, not quite a giggle and not quite a moan, there was only the soft whirring of computer fans in the background.
Felin spared one hand now, sliding it down along Syia's stomach, and slipping into the tight, hot confines of her hotpants, fingers locating another stiff little bud and massaging it, this time causing Syia to arch her back. Felin whispered in her ear: "I think you know what you need to do..."
---
"I've never heard Syia howl like that before," Jelex said to me some time later. "Usually all you do when she comes in the shower with her is bang her and wash her tits. What did you do to her?" She peered at me, as I was still wearing a damp towel around my waist and somewhat wet from the shower, just sitting in a chair and looking at the wall with a dazed expression. "Actually, what the hell did she do to you? I've never seen her run so fast." It was a good question. As Jelex said, my first move had been to soap up her breasts and wash them, but I'd never seen her go so absolutely ballistic from it before, nor go at it with such vigor as a result of being tickled. Syia was asleep now, dried and dressed in somethnig comfortable, while I sat here still dazed and not exactly sure what had just happened. "Hello?" Jelex waved a hand in front of my face.
It took me a while to recover, by which time Jelex had gone back to swearing at the television screen as she engaged in epic battles of guns and tanks and whatnot (and spending a lot of time dead) and I turned to my laptop with Syia peacefully asleep beside me on the large sofa which was also often used as a bed. Pondering what I should do next for my budding database project, I noticed there was an updated entry for Syia, as well as a video that had apparently come from Felin's lab, and curious, I opened it and started to watch...
"Of course I'm sure. When am I ever not sure?" Though Felin answered confidently, Syia took her answer in a different way; indeed, Felin was always confident. That didn't mean she was always right, although she usually was. Syia was, at the moment, wearing just a tight-fitting tank top and close-fitting pink hotpants, sitting on the exam table in Felin's laboratory while Felin fiddled around with something on her computer. The actual experimentation area of the lab was in the center of a long but comparatively narrow room; the mini-maze of computer servers at the front hid the rear area from anyone who was trying to catch a peek, and Felin had caught many a curious Academy student hiding amongst those computer servers. Naturally, they were wired up full of sensors, so Felin knew whenever someone was trying to hide in there. For reasons that weren't apparent to anyone who didn't know her, she also let many of those snoops get away. Syia, however, knew that Felin did it because there wouldn't be anyone to catch if she scared away everyone who tried.
"All right." Felin turned around in her chair, and hopped out of it, walking over to where Syia sat on the edge of the exam table, which actually was rather comfortable and warm instead of a cold metal slab, and pulling a group of wires out from beneath the table; they were actually leads for sensors, the sort that doctors attached to the body to track heartbeat and things like that, but modified for Felin's purposes. "It shouldn't hurt. I've worked a lot on that part," she commented as, without shame - and without resistance from Syia - her hands went up into Syia's top and attached two sensors per breast, one to either side of each. They were a little cold, and Syia's nipples perked up a little as a result of that, but it wasn't really an issue for Syia. Besides, the catgirl had seen Syia naked and screaming with giggles while her boobs bounced everywhere more than once. Many more times than once. "There," Felin said.
Syia touched one of the rubber suction cups that was now attached to her chest lightly. "It seems too simple to work just this easily. Wouldn't you need some kind of injection, or something, to make this work? That seems like it would hurt. How can you do this with just rubber - mmmh." Her sentence cut off abruptly as they started to vibrate gently, a feeling that was rather pleasant. "Well, this feels good at least."
Felin grinned. "Just lie back and relax." She had turned back to her monitor now, starting to slowly increase the intensity of something or another, and the vibration grew slightly stronger. Syia had indeed laid back down to relax, a small smile on her face. Though Felin was tempted to jump her just then, the results of this procedure were too delicious to interrupt. "You'll be feeling plenty good once you have the entire male population of the Academy beating your door down. After all," she said with a slight grin, as Syia let out a pleasured little sigh, "the mere mention of the fact that your boobs are for-real super ticklish will have every cock in a mile radius standing on end." Syia laughed a little at that.
"I can already do that anyway." There was a pause. "Mmmh. My chest feels a little tingly and... I dunno, tight? But not too bad." Syia had closed her eyes, letting the pleasantly tingly massage bring her nipples to full stiffness, at this point painfully obvious against her top. Felin watched the procedure in silence for a minute, making sure everything was working as it was supposed to, talking her through the process.
"The issue is nerve endings. You need those to be sensitive, obviously." Felin's eyes tracked along the screen. Previous experiments, many of them, had confirmed both statistically and empirically that Syia had nerve endings in abundance, and hence intensely sensitive skin, enough so that her breasts were also very sensitive despite being so big. "So I developed a technique which should hopefully stimulate the growth of said nerve endings, and in short, make your breasts more sensitive... sensitive enough to make them ticklish." Felin was silent on the fact that Syia's breasts seemed also to be swelling slightly because of this, a handy side effect and the cause of the tight feeling in her chest - her top was quite literally getting tighter as her breasts grew. Not by a lot, certainly. Felin had other breast growth procedures that could result in breasts that would make a porn star weep. A lot of that kind of thing depended on the being whose breasts were being targeted, however.
Swept up in her own thoughts, Felin's attention wandered from the monitor. Syia's breasts were already pretty big. A little more growth, to E-cup or so, would be about as big as they could reasonably get without outside help. A female satyr's body structure, however, let them grow bigger without side effects, most notably because they simply tended to be physically larger than Syia, who was of average height. Naga breasts could grow bigger still, because of how their unique body structure allowed for the support of proportionally larger breasts, resulting in the massive chests that so enamored them of certain males. In fact, it had been the study of naga breasts, which were much more sensitive than those of females from other species, that had led Felin to develop and perfect this breast sensitivity procedure. It involved the splicing in of naga DNA and...
A giggle interrupted Felin's thoughts, and brought her back to the present. A quick glance at the screen confirmed what the giggle told her - she'd let it run a little too long, but that wouldn't be a problem. Not for Felin, anyway. "And we're done," Felin said, allowing the procedure to finish and running a quick body scan from the overhead scanner, which traced a blue line over Syia's body from head to toe and reported what Felin suspected. Her data was updated - conveniently for Jienan, she'd made a deal with him that involved his database being linked in real-time to hers, so when Syia's profile data changed it would update on his database, too:
Syia
Height: 5 feet, 9 inches
Bust: E-cup
Hair: Blue, long (reaching approximately to her lower back)
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Brown
Species: Human
Weaknesses: Tickling, fetishes, sex, role-playing
Felin went over to the table and pulled the leads carefully off of Syia's body. "Mmm." Syia giggled, without opening her eyes, and Felin's fingertips responded almost instinctively as the leads came off and she bundled them and put them back under the exam table. "That felt really good, you know." She needn't have bothered saying it, what with the glass cutters she was calling nipples. "Hey, what are - HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHE!!" Syia's eyes popped open as Felin's fingers went back underneath her top and started gently teasing the nice big breasts that were so obviously begging to be touched, and Syia tried to struggle into a sitting position, but Felin jumped up onto the table and straddled Syia's waist, then pulled her top up so it bunched around her neck and started very, very lightly scraping her fingernails on that newly sensitized flesh.
The effect was instant and intense. Syia grabbed for Felin's hands and tried to wrestle them away from her tits, laughing all the while and struggling, bucking her hips against the neko-jin girl's. "NAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHE! WHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHAH!!" Intense ticklish laughter was not new to Syia at all. What was new to her was the source of it, as she had never felt this kind of soft ticklish sensation emanating from her breasts before. "NHHEEHHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! HEHEHEHEEHEHEE!" Syia tried to gasp out some protest, tried to ask Felin to stop, but the scientist had a handful of each of her breasts now and was simply groping them in the normal manner, and that tickled like someone was tickling her feet. Syia did, however, have the presence of mind to acknowledge how badly this was going to tempt boys...
Felin stopped after a moment, and Syia caught her breath, looking into the garnet eyes of the grinning female astride her hips. "Thahaha... hehehe... it was... hehehe... it worked. My tits are ticklish... ahaha... hehehehe! HEEE! Ahahaahaha, that... that tickles too but not as much, it feheehehehehehels good but oh gahahahahawd it still tickles!" Felin was busy sucking on one of those stiff nipples, playing with the other one with her fingertips, and even as Syia gasped and rolled her hips around in a way that made Felin think of doing things aside from just tickling her. By this point, Syia had simply grasped Felin's wrists but wasn't really trying to push them away, at least until Felin suddenly brought all of her fingers in for a tickling attack on the sides of Syia's breasts. "NAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHE!!!" The sudden reflex and the sense of ticklishness lent Syia enough strength to force Felin's hands away, and then she laid there panting, looking into the garnet eyes that were now much closer to her, looking at her from behind the mounds of her breasts.
With her hands temporarily out of the game, Felin simply shifted her body a little, her own breasts pressed against Syia's, and kissed the other girl warmly. Moaning gently into the kiss, then moaning more firmly as Felin kept it up and prompted Syia to open her mouth a little wider, letting her tongue explore the feline one, then slowly move her hands away from Felin's wrists and down along her back to squeeze the neko-jin's rear end. Felin responded in kind, making her kiss yet more aggressive, locking lips with Syia for a very long moment... and then suddenly bringing her fingers back to the sides of Syia's breasts and tickling them! The look on Syia's face was priceless as she suddenly squirmed and tried to bring her hands back up to her chest to defend herself, as well as the surprised squeal that came from her mouth when Felin finally broke the kiss. "NYEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHE YOUT RHEHEHEHEHEHAHAH YOU TRICKED MEHEHEHEHEEE!"
"You tricked yourself," Felin teased, going back to an upright position and tickling as much as she could while trying to fend off Syia's flailing hands, until finally Syia caught her again and forced them back to a stalemate. Of course, Felin could have simply restrained her arms above her head and tickled her breasts until she could barely breathe, but there was some fun in doing it this way, pinning her down personally, watching Syia frantically react to each and every tease. It didn't hurt that the sexily clad woman was rubbing against her the whole time, either. "Besides which, if you're going to pieces now, what happens when some boys pin your arms in place so they can drag makeup brushes against your tits for an hour or so?" The shiver that image produced could be felt even from where Felin was sitting. "And every time you give a titjob it's going to tickle some, too. Think about that; boys can tickle your tits with their dicks. Imagine how popular you're going to be."
Syia didn't say anything, simply closing her eyes, no doubt deep within some personal fantasy at that very moment. Felin let her imagine it. Sometimes, Syia could tease herself better than anyone else could. When Syia's fingers relaxed around her wrists, Felin gently placed each one of her hands above her head, and Syia did not move them. Then her fingers moved not to Syia's breasts but to her underarms, and barely, barely scraped the skin under each arm with one fingernail. It was ticklish enough for Syia to notice, but not so much so that she couldn't keep her arms above her head. Both of them were quiet now, and save for the occasional shuddering breath, not quite a giggle and not quite a moan, there was only the soft whirring of computer fans in the background.
Felin spared one hand now, sliding it down along Syia's stomach, and slipping into the tight, hot confines of her hotpants, fingers locating another stiff little bud and massaging it, this time causing Syia to arch her back. Felin whispered in her ear: "I think you know what you need to do..."
---
"I've never heard Syia howl like that before," Jelex said to me some time later. "Usually all you do when she comes in the shower with her is bang her and wash her tits. What did you do to her?" She peered at me, as I was still wearing a damp towel around my waist and somewhat wet from the shower, just sitting in a chair and looking at the wall with a dazed expression. "Actually, what the hell did she do to you? I've never seen her run so fast." It was a good question. As Jelex said, my first move had been to soap up her breasts and wash them, but I'd never seen her go so absolutely ballistic from it before, nor go at it with such vigor as a result of being tickled. Syia was asleep now, dried and dressed in somethnig comfortable, while I sat here still dazed and not exactly sure what had just happened. "Hello?" Jelex waved a hand in front of my face.
It took me a while to recover, by which time Jelex had gone back to swearing at the television screen as she engaged in epic battles of guns and tanks and whatnot (and spending a lot of time dead) and I turned to my laptop with Syia peacefully asleep beside me on the large sofa which was also often used as a bed. Pondering what I should do next for my budding database project, I noticed there was an updated entry for Syia, as well as a video that had apparently come from Felin's lab, and curious, I opened it and started to watch...
