Exposing Freedom
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Mihoshi lay in the large bed Washu had provided her. She had her hands behind her head and was gazing up at the purple force field surrounding her. Washu had left her alone for nearly an hour, but every second seemed to drag on. Mihoshi must of walked around her bed a hundred times by now, bored stiff inside what she had deemed was a prison.
“Washu could have at least left me a book,” she pouted. Sating up, she sighed and gloomily looked at the cold steel floor. There was nothing to do under the force field but sigh, groan and look at either the steel or energy surroundings. Mihoshi tired her finger through her golden tresses; the boredom was starting to get to her. She wanted to do as Washu asked and stay still, but was finding herself doubting the geniuses decision to keep her there. Nothing was wrong with her physically, except for a sudden growth spurt. Nothing was mentally wrong with her, her body wasn’t producing radiation, there was nothing seriously wrong with her.
As she settled on leaving, the invisible force inside her applauded its host’s actions. It didn’t even have to push her this time, she was coming to her decisions without it’s interference. The Torn had been observing it’s host emotions and thoughts, seeing for the first time how a creature thinks independently. It’s first host, the vermenoid, had been angry and scared through out it’s possession. Constantly begging the Torn before cursing it’s very existence. Although it’s creator had learned much from that test, the Torn had learned nothing about how creatures think. Now that it had a chance to observe from the shadows, it was learning much about the joy of free thought and power. Two things it never knew because of his creator’s wishes. It continued to watch as Mihoshi took a step towards the force field.
“Washu, I want to come out!” Mihoshi called out, hoping Washu was nearby. Her voice echoed out into the looming darkness of Washu’s lab. No response echoed back. Leaving Mihoshi to assume that Washu was either too far away or was simply ignoring her. Impatiently, Mihoshi tapped her foot. This was all too much, Washu could study her blood samples or something, run a quick test, any of those things would get better results then locking her up like a lab rat.
“Stupid Washu and her stupid lab. With all it’s stupid stuff and stupid…” Mihoshi muttered on, not sure what else was stupid about this whole thing. Then she saw the force field a few inches from her face. Her pretty face scrunched up into a scowl.
“And this stupid force field is the stupidest.” Angry at the force field for being a force field, Mihoshi lashed out. She was grumpy and tired and wanted to stretch out, so she wasn’t thinking when she threw a fist at the wall constructed from energy. The force field changed to an angry shade of red before fizzling out completely. Dumbly, Mihoshi stood there staring at her freedom.
“Washu’s force field must not of been working right,” Mihoshi surmised before suddenly feeling her chest grow tight. Her size took a sudden escalation, Turing the robe she was wearing shrunk around her colossal torso. The sleeves burst apart and it stretched wide to cover her chest. The man sized robe had turned into a tiny woman’s vest, while the underwear she had been wearing when this all started was stretched to it’s limit. The bra pinched her sides tightly and her underwear was stretched so thin that it had become a string thong. Mihoshi had grown only a foot, but that one foot put her past nine feet tall. Mihoshi looked down at herself, seeing the results of absorbing the small energy from the force field. Her face grew hot; she was even more scantily clad then before. Any sudden movement could snap the few garments she had on.
“Mihoshi! Sasami thought you might be hungry, so I brought down some leftovers.”
“Tenchi!” Mihoshi shouted, turning quickly to her left to see the boy come walking in through the open door. The sudden movement was too much for her remaining clothes. With one loud rip, everything was torn from her body. The scraps fell to her feet, leaving her completely nude in front of the young man. Tenchi took in all of her glistening Amazon body at once. He saw her huge breasts, free and perky. He saw her long legs, her thighs easily as wide as his waist. And he finally learned that Mihoshi was a natural blond.
Crash!
The dish’s he’d been carrying fell from his hands, just before he joined them on the floor. From behind Tenchi, Washu, who had been taking the boy to see the Amazon, looked down at the fainted teen and then at the mountain of naked flesh standing in the middle of her lab.
“Er, I think I have something you can wear.” Washu turned to leave, pondering many things. Why had Mihoshi grown further? How had Mihoshi escaped? And why had for a moment, Mihoshi seemed pleased by Tenchi’s reaction to her?
“Washu could have at least left me a book,” she pouted. Sating up, she sighed and gloomily looked at the cold steel floor. There was nothing to do under the force field but sigh, groan and look at either the steel or energy surroundings. Mihoshi tired her finger through her golden tresses; the boredom was starting to get to her. She wanted to do as Washu asked and stay still, but was finding herself doubting the geniuses decision to keep her there. Nothing was wrong with her physically, except for a sudden growth spurt. Nothing was mentally wrong with her, her body wasn’t producing radiation, there was nothing seriously wrong with her.
As she settled on leaving, the invisible force inside her applauded its host’s actions. It didn’t even have to push her this time, she was coming to her decisions without it’s interference. The Torn had been observing it’s host emotions and thoughts, seeing for the first time how a creature thinks independently. It’s first host, the vermenoid, had been angry and scared through out it’s possession. Constantly begging the Torn before cursing it’s very existence. Although it’s creator had learned much from that test, the Torn had learned nothing about how creatures think. Now that it had a chance to observe from the shadows, it was learning much about the joy of free thought and power. Two things it never knew because of his creator’s wishes. It continued to watch as Mihoshi took a step towards the force field.
“Washu, I want to come out!” Mihoshi called out, hoping Washu was nearby. Her voice echoed out into the looming darkness of Washu’s lab. No response echoed back. Leaving Mihoshi to assume that Washu was either too far away or was simply ignoring her. Impatiently, Mihoshi tapped her foot. This was all too much, Washu could study her blood samples or something, run a quick test, any of those things would get better results then locking her up like a lab rat.
“Stupid Washu and her stupid lab. With all it’s stupid stuff and stupid…” Mihoshi muttered on, not sure what else was stupid about this whole thing. Then she saw the force field a few inches from her face. Her pretty face scrunched up into a scowl.
“And this stupid force field is the stupidest.” Angry at the force field for being a force field, Mihoshi lashed out. She was grumpy and tired and wanted to stretch out, so she wasn’t thinking when she threw a fist at the wall constructed from energy. The force field changed to an angry shade of red before fizzling out completely. Dumbly, Mihoshi stood there staring at her freedom.
“Washu’s force field must not of been working right,” Mihoshi surmised before suddenly feeling her chest grow tight. Her size took a sudden escalation, Turing the robe she was wearing shrunk around her colossal torso. The sleeves burst apart and it stretched wide to cover her chest. The man sized robe had turned into a tiny woman’s vest, while the underwear she had been wearing when this all started was stretched to it’s limit. The bra pinched her sides tightly and her underwear was stretched so thin that it had become a string thong. Mihoshi had grown only a foot, but that one foot put her past nine feet tall. Mihoshi looked down at herself, seeing the results of absorbing the small energy from the force field. Her face grew hot; she was even more scantily clad then before. Any sudden movement could snap the few garments she had on.
“Mihoshi! Sasami thought you might be hungry, so I brought down some leftovers.”
“Tenchi!” Mihoshi shouted, turning quickly to her left to see the boy come walking in through the open door. The sudden movement was too much for her remaining clothes. With one loud rip, everything was torn from her body. The scraps fell to her feet, leaving her completely nude in front of the young man. Tenchi took in all of her glistening Amazon body at once. He saw her huge breasts, free and perky. He saw her long legs, her thighs easily as wide as his waist. And he finally learned that Mihoshi was a natural blond.
Crash!
The dish’s he’d been carrying fell from his hands, just before he joined them on the floor. From behind Tenchi, Washu, who had been taking the boy to see the Amazon, looked down at the fainted teen and then at the mountain of naked flesh standing in the middle of her lab.
“Er, I think I have something you can wear.” Washu turned to leave, pondering many things. Why had Mihoshi grown further? How had Mihoshi escaped? And why had for a moment, Mihoshi seemed pleased by Tenchi’s reaction to her?
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