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Don't Sweat It (Grace Howard TG)
🕑 Added 2024-08-24 10:19:44 +0000 UTC
Matt had never been into Gachas on principle, but he had fallen down the rabbit hole for ZZZ. Something about its more entry level mechanics, the ease of grinding and especially the character design had pulled him in like few things had recently. But he'd never pay for anything in it. That was just a hard rule he had given himself, not wanting to become one of those people. And yet despite all that he also had the worst luck in the world as he tried to pull for the biggest draw to the game, Grace Howard's everything all so up his alley that it was half of why he had even downloaded it. One month in though and it seemed like everyone had her except for him, his frustrations building with every friend who shared a screenshot of their pull, at least five other characters maxed out and yet he hadn't gotten her. It was like losing a coin flip ten times in a row, the urge to just say screw it and shove a hundred in and be done with it. But did he really want to go that far...
That's what lead to him taking a more extreme route, the shady tech place he had gone to get free movies well known for jailbreaking all sorts of devices and the PS5 was another, though nine tenths of the added features he hadn't fucked around with since some of them required fiddling with a few of the bolted in motherboards that had been added. Sure enough though with some digging he had found a special option, "Game Manifestation/Manipulation" that let you mess with all sorts of values in game. Drop rates, character models, etc. Really as long as you didn't do anything to mess with the minigame leaderboards it seemed like Hoyo didn't care about it, though it was an overly complicated mess to access as he navigated all sorts of odd, glitching menus. Rummaging around through code he did his best to follow a rough guide, plugging Grace into as many options as he could as it led him to a final message.
Apply In Or Out?
"Uh... shit, which is correct?"
The guide stopped right till that point, his hands scrolling through a phone while fiddling with a screwdriver against the opened up console. He didn't like his chances at a 50/50 but there was little in the comments beyond a bunch of upvoted ones saying it worked, Matt sighing as he went to choose "Out." But wait his instincts were garbage so...
IN
CRACKLE CRACKLE BZZT
"H-Hey what the AGGGH!"
A shock ran up the device as every fan pumped into overdrive, the console burning a bright red as Matt found himself stunned by the electric shocks, the screwdriver buzzing as it hummed with an unearthly glow. He didn't know what was about to happen, but none of it pointed to anything good as the world erupted in a flash of bright light, Matt's body gone as all that remained was a smoking PS5
"Hey there you oka-AYAYAYAYYY~! W-Wow got a lot of juice in ya huh? Wonder who made you?"
A familiar voice brought him to his senses, Matt confused by the asphalt and dust under him as he stared up at an impossible sight.
"G-Grace- AGHAGAH!"
His vision seemed to glitch, the mechanic leaning back to avoid some sparks while whistling at the pretty light show.
"Oh dear, poor baby. At least, you seem like someone that could be mine. Though you're shockingly organic for all the problems I'm seeing. And then there's this curious little fella."
Matt wasn't exactly in a position to respond, weird shocks and hums running through his body, Matt's photorealism looking very out of place amidst the stylized world he was in. Grace Howard herself was leaning over him with his phone in her hand, his face ID opening it up as she stared at the screen.
"Ooh convenient. So this is one of your own babies then? Feels a bit lowtech but not really retr- OH OH OH?!"
She blushed, finding the tab button as she was hit with thirty tabs filled with lewd fanart of her, her eyes scanning as the device buzzed as the graphical style shifted to match the world.
"W-Well I guess that's how you knew my name. Wow you really wanted to um... Hmm..."
Mat was continuing to glitch out, the phone's glitches stopping the moment it shifted to the color scheme of ZZZ, looking more naturally pixelated as Grace went through the tabs, embarrassed as she closed out the lewder tabs and scrolled through multiple questions about "How to get Grace." "Win Grace." "Find Grace." She wanted to look more but reloading any of them gave an error message as she looked at the twitching form below, her own goggles giving out tons of bizarre readings as she moved to one of her work tables.
"Okay well I think I get the idea from this baby. Someone's been a naughty boy, but you're now stuck outside of the proper wavelength. Well you know I have been wanting to test this out since I always felt it was a shame that people couldn't be repaired and replaced in parts like all my precious mechanical babies are. Not that I'd do that against someone's will, but this is a special case."
Matt had no idea what she was talking about, trying to yell for help as his voice garbled out in a mess of static and in-game noises like the whole sound directory had been chopped up and combined at random. She was heading back over with a beaming smile, his phone trembling in her grip as it squeezed down the middle, the screen turning orange while she shoved multiple doodads into the forming slots.
"Oh poor thing. Don't worry, I'll give you what you want. After all, my babies all crave attention and this'll be much easier. Two heads better than one. It seems contact will fix it all, but it forcibly converts the frequency. But I want this to go easy and test a hypothesis of mine. See I made a logic core of myself just for fun, but I was too nervous to test it out on any of my babies, but then again you won't be a baby. Let’s call you another sister Grace..."
With that she lowered it onto his glitching face. Matt screeching as his body went limp.
It took a few jolts before he could move, the world draped in orange as the goggles snapped against his face, an intense buzzing spreading through his skull and scalp as the colors and tones of the world seeped into his body. His skin felt it first like the heat of the asphalt was pouring over him, warmer hues pixelating his body's shape as a slightly tanner peach spread over his buzzing body, the loss of definition scrapping unneeded details like hair or blemishes as the goggle screens came to life, spirals in each lens spinning fast while the strap dug into his ears.
Hi Grace!
YOU ARE GRACE
Don't worry about the conditioning going on.
YOU ARE GRACE
Just think of it as a mental tune up to make sure-
YOU ARE GRACE
That you're your usual self. Now lets sync up those brain waves and remember-
YOU ARE GRACE
"GAHHH AHHH AHHHHHN~!"
Small buds popped from the elastic as the real Grace pressed a button, the spinning spirals and flashing lights quickly making the failed hacker spasm against the ground, his own thoughts spinning in desperate need of an internal cooling system like one of her babies as Grace's voice was broadcasted over his warm, trembling grey matter, small electric probes carefully extending through his ear canals as audio waves and electric shocks began pulsing into his head.
"T-HAAAAKE IT AHHHHF AHHH~ AH WH-WHY IS IT SOOOO~"
Grace had to run over, gripping his hands before they could tear off the goggles as bits of her own logic core slipped from his trembling features, spare strands of hair sparking up before fluttering back down longer.
"Careful there sis. Can't have one of my babies jostled like that during routine maintenance. Remember this was one of yours. Your first... precious... baby."
Matt squealed but his resistance notably dipped, sparks of wikis on how phones were made translating to actually building it, making the... goggles, his hands still struggling to prevent more memories from-
SNAP... SNAP
Obviously Grace wasn't going to let her test run be interrupted, and besides pulling off goggles that had extensions rummaging around your brain was a big no no as far as safety was concerned. She definitely had to calibrate him properly into her clone and the first step came with the snap of her specialized gloves over his fingers, nodes and needles connected to a bunch of circuitry letting her program live on her squirming patient, signals running into his nerves that made his arms collapse dead as she got to work remodeling.
"There, now you won't be able to hurt yourself, okay Grace? I'm surprised you're so against this, it seemed like you really wanted this judging from all those pics on your baby."
Calling his former phone his baby sparked masses of neurons, a power surge of Grace erupting as Matt's left eye spread wider, orange filling the slanted, teared up pupil as more hair slid down his back. He wanted to rip the goggles off but those thoughts went like a dead connection to his buzzing hands, Grace enjoying his confused moans as the tight confines of her gloves burned through muscle and bone, his hands on fire as the fingers slimmed to small, callused fiddlers.
"I-I d-hiiidn't want to GAHHH M-Mess with my b-haaaa OOH N-NOOO!"
The memories were really starting to pour in, youtube tutorials becoming lived experiences, silky, greasy locks spilling past his neck as all of the gadgets he had taken for granted now granted him a strong sensual pleasure, the idea of so many babies to fiddle and fix... There was a warm shock as his fingers reconnected to the rest of his body, nerves taken over as his nose shrank to fit its mold in the goggles, the band of them pulling tighter as his brow snapped and rounded as he gave a shrieking, needy thrust.
"Oh poor thing. That should have deleted most of your internal files. Something must be gumming up your internals. Or maybe it's ‘cause the transference removed a piece during the conversion? Guess we'll have to get handsy, or you will. Strippin’ time!"
An uncomfortable shudder ran through Matte's memories as all sorts of overly tightened screws and scratched metal came to mind, his hands moving against his will as they tore at his outfit, eager to follow orders as they tore off his clothes leaving him nude beyond the goggles and gloves. The Grace battering his mind was reaching a saturation point that made it impossible not to think of her, Matte's thoughts sparking as the firm callused grip of his fingers ran across his body, the smooth but blocky slopes of his form feeling odd as he traced against his hard cock.
"Ah there's the problem. It seems like I accidentally removed one of your slots during the upgrade. This'll be a tricky one."
He shuddered, another failed orgasm burning inside as the heat continued to rise. Apparently it hadn't just been hair or minor cosmetics that had been washed away, Matte squirming as he looked through the orange lenses, feeling with his girly fingers how his tip had sealed over into a thick, spongy bulb.
"Well we could always try to force it. I'm not familiar with how you're wired up where you came from, but excess stimulation might do the trick. Sorry if this pinches a bit."
There was an unspooling brrr as Grace pulled out the end of a wheel bound extension, a long sharp point surrounded by a jagged circle that she moved towards his cock before seeing a size comparison.
"Hmm, too big to connect. Oh here we go."
"W-Wait do-OOOOHN'T~"
She jabbed the cord right into his navel, Matte willing his hands to pull it out but like the goggles they refused his wants, squeezing it deeper till he felt it slot into his belly button snugly like she was one of her babies ready to be powered-
"UHHHHHHHHP~!"
The stray thought hijacked his lips as they bloated, pleasure and power surging into his core as Grace turned a few dials to max, giving her test subject all she had quite literally. It pulsed through his core, muscles spasming as programmed ecstasy fired over his spine, nerve endings wriggling and connecting as his entire nervous system made his body one massive erogenous zone. Grace tutted as the stubborn cock remained sealed, though it was certainly having quite an effect up top.
"AHHHN AHHHH GRAAAAAAAAAACE~!"
The surge of power seemed to supercharge the conditioning, spirals drilling so fast they might have been blurs, every inch of Matce's brain throbbing as decades pounded into his head, his lips twisting into an eager smile, cheeks smoothening out as his unchanged eye burst into an excited, orange pool of tech crazy need. Sweat began to coat every inch of his twitching form as he tried and failed to cum, thrusting madly as his throat burned, the lump in it slowly melting from overheat, his voice rising to a smooth, mature hum that radiated a nurturing warmth. Something was changing, his features done rounding, a cheesy sounding ding playing as the goggles finished downloading as they slipped up Matce's brow.
"I- I doooon't uhhhnderstand suuuhmthing's chaaaanged!"
Conflicting wants and desires crowded his mind, hands feeling his plump lips, his smooth chin, bangs spilling down his cheeks as he groaned. C-Clearly the logic cores were reacting to all that energy, using the brain as a launching point to- t-to what? What was he thinking? If only he could open herself up and see how this was all working then-
"GAAHH Noooo y-you're in my head oooh~!"
It didn't sound nearly as desperate as he felt, even his tone mimicking Grace's as she grabbed some more tools.
"Oh dear, I see what's wrong. Your storage is so full it's overheating your systems. There there, let’s try to vent out some of that stress."
Matce wasn't in any position to resist, more of his nerves sparking as the cord continued to send energy into his body, the mechanical power converting to more organic stuff as his core shivered. Somehow he knew before Grace could get started they had to make the model fit the tools~! It felt like his nerves were melting, hot copper wires of rebirth digging into muscle, linking up to the flurry of memories as his entire spine gave a few creaking shakes.
"Ahh~ G-Grace c-haaan't we OHHH~!"
It was embarrassing how little he seemed to mind the changes, his tone so much more enthusiastic no matter how hard he tried to resist, though there wasn't any true way to resist your spinal cord upgrading its model to the feminine variety. Sweat was pouring off his body, everything desperate to cool down as his shoulders seemed to melt, eager, pleasured moans echoing their workshop as Matce was glad her sweet pea wasn't here to see or hear any of this-
POP
"Ohooo OH OH mmm~ I-I can feel our babies GAHHH~ g-getting to w-hooork..."
His skin hummed at the use of "our" the stubborn cock swollen and red as it felt like a piston struggling to extend, all that pent up pressure barely alleviated by the thick beads of sweat pouring from his thinning form. Still there was some form of release in his back arching, the nerves condensing fat down as his couch potatoey figure gained some more proper strength. Power pulsed inside his arms while Grace took out her first tool, shaking some kind of sealant, Matce's triceps and biceps nearly humming as his arms lost girth in exchange for powerful muscles perfect for tuning her most precious of babies, oh just imagining all the rivets, bolts and screws she could-
FSSSSSSSS
"Aghh ahh th-this isn't MMMGH H-ehhhhh~!"
It was a mixture of grease, fibers and tech, the black goop wrapping around his arms eagerly, another spray eliciting far more pleasured sighs as it pinched around his chest, his nipples perking under the tight grip.
"You should know how this stuff works I bet. Feel our babies doing their work inside and out Grace?"
They were certainly trying their best, Matce moaning as he felt it absorb his body's intense heat, tightening and sewing to pre programmed settings, some of their more dangerous bouts often leading to ripped clothes and it wouldn't do to have people see her-
"Nooo~ I'm nahhht Grace I'm not a mahhhhmmy~! Nngh n-not ye-EHHHHHT~!"
Another spray in bursts hit his cock, living fabric clasping it down like a clamp as black panties teased the malfunctioning extension. The next spray covered his hips and legs, Matce a bubbly mess as the thicker denim formed from the goo, a belt cinching them tight above the waist as he was decked out in a copy of Grace's outfit. They gripped and sucked, trying to stem the sweat pouring out, absorbing as much heat yet her babies weren't up for the task, only making things worse as his oversensitized skin sent his hips circling like a malfunctioning servo. There was so much going on inside, muscles growing, others melting, hot, pleasurable squirms as molten liquids slithered and rammed it almost felt like her babies were trying to be bor-
CRACK
"YESSSSS~! OHHH~ Ohhh oh please..."
Mratce stumbled forwards, his hips greatly widened, the rampaging thrums of her babies inside filling him with a motherly instinct that was driving him wild. It now felt like the base of his cock was being spread by boiling air, a pneumatic system thrusting into his cock as the balls throbbed near bursting. Bits of his core seemed to trembled and distort, Mratce soaked as his babies sucked eagerly at the mass till his core flattened to a smooth, sensual bend.
"Feels good being a mother, doesn't it Grace?"
Mratce nodded, moaning incoherently as pressure squirmed inside, his sister holding up two electronic pasties as she nodded at the core.
"The internals seem to be connecting, but we need to release some of this. Well..."
"This is why we needed so much energy. It's not going to be easy implanting milk ducts, and the electric to fatty tissue stuff is complicated. But I'm sure you'll think it's worth it once you get the upgrades. Now we just plop these lactators on aaaand~!"
Mratce needed release, he needed to be what her babies wanted, only the faintest hints of resistance in his pleasured sighs as Grace smacked the twitching electronic stickers onto his nipples. Instantly he could feel the current shifting its path, the surges up his spine sucked into the pasties as his pert nipples swelled wider under the intense, arcing sparks. It gave a quivering note to his following moans as his entire upper half buzzed. He recognized them as modified caps that they usually saved for their grenades, yet these were programmed with a shocking amount of finesse, Mratce trembling as he could FEEL her babies hollowing out the muscle with lubricant, lube that prepped her swollen nipples with the ability to leak as an arc of especially potent lightning sparked between her thighs.
"And there goes our production line. Can't you feel the assembly inside moving along?"
His core felt burning hot, hot enough to temper any metal they needed as testosterone mutated, estrogen the new command as his areolas spread to three times their former side as energy surged under his clamped nipples as the hormonal equivalent to a car being started surged through him repeatedly. Pressure erupted out his chest as Mrace squealed, her other babies so much softer than her usual- No she didn't nngh h-he didn't want-
SCHPLSHH SCHPLSHH
"YESOHYESOHYESOOHHHYESSSS~!"
The estrogen was burning through everything, even flab not spared as the soft pinchable layer of his belly flattened further, muscles bunching tighter as abs formed, Mrace left a screaming, jiggly mess as thick mounds burst under his top, tits jiggling out thicker and thicker until with a loud pop the generator inside their workshop overloaded.
"OH NO OUR BABIES!!!"
Grace left her almost twin behind to quickly fix the breakers, ensuring every backup was working fine while Mrace twitched in a sweaty, convulsing mess on the ground. It was like every backed up orgasm was pulsing under his nipples, causing a feedback loop as he rolled along the ground, the dead power cable disconnecting amidst his rolling as tits bigger than his head pulsed out as whatever charges left petered out.
Scrambled data gave orders as the pasties petered out, their final directives getting a few steps out of order as warmth tingled across his shoulder, a gear tattoo forming as the last of their energy was spent. Mrace stumbled to his feet, pulling up the sweat soaked top as he gripped each pasty and pulled, letting his poor babies rest as he groaned.
"Uhhn hfff hff god we've tried eh-ehhverythiiing. So hot. Sooo spent. Come ooooon~!"
At this point he barely even considered it a cock, more a frustration, some poorly aged prototype that refused to budge, too sensitive to even stroke without seeing hot flashes. If he had any gauges installed they'd all have their needles ready to break, the need so intense, his sticky, sweaty tits not helping any as he sensually rubbed his body hoping for his babies to finish-
"Well that's all good but we've ran out of juice so I guess we'll have to do this the old fashioned way. Let's open up your adorable valves manually."
Mrace didn't have any time to ask what that meant as Grace moved over with a rounded wrench, pulling down his pants before getting to work.
"My adorable wha- AHHHHHHYEEEEEE~!"
It started with a tap from a ballpeen hammer, pounding a spot above his cock that squirmed under the pressure, a depressurized hiss sounding somewhere as his scrotum sucked tight till both testicles were outlined, easy pickings for Grace's wrench. It was an adjustable, Grace quickly clamping it around his left ball and twisting it tighter. The pressure was tremendous, Mrace's face screwed tight as there'd be a twist, click, twist as Grace set to overtightening the nut into its newer schematic. Pressure continued to build, his left leg twitching, each squeeze gradually causing some kind of liquid to spill into his thigh's buscle as it slowly bloated, the plushness only adding to the maddening pleasure as he could feel just how tiny it was getting, h-how her baby maker was almost ready to-
pop
It slipped out of the wrench's grip, turning from nut to automatic drill as it dug into Mrace's hip, his left foot scrabbling against the ground as a boiling spurt of estrogen feminized the whole limb. The pressure only built, each toe shrinking, massaging pressure rolling up the arching sole, callus focused on his toes and sole as curves steamrolled their way up his leg. Grace looked expectantly as her almost twin gave a loud shriek, the pesky cock poking up from its pantied prison as the entire thing looked like it was about to burst before settling down into weak twitches.
"Poor thing just isn't up for it. Wonder if it's a misalignment of parts or the nature of the backup. Ah well this for sure ought to fix it. Let's pop your baby maker open Grace!"
She continued to tell him how good it'd feel as Mrace just drooled and twitched, the pressure too much, the need too strong. He was so close to something, feeling his babies squirming inside, so ready to burst as his remaining ball tightened, plush thigh fat squeezing against his cock as he was ready to let it all go. There was a single shuddering pop and then... nothing?
"Huh? Um... that was supposed to... One sec."
He could feel it sliding in, FEEL his sperm twitching into eggs, all the other pieces in place and yet he just couldn't cum, his crotch a flat, twitching patch below a cock as red as a burning coal. Sensing how tortured her twin was made Grace feel terrible, jabbing two fingers against the former ballsack, her copy screaming as the flesh tore open into a pulsating cavern, twitching and quivering and... still not letting anything out.
"Is it plumbing? Um um okay wait a- Oh dear you really can't, I think you might break if we don't let this out… erm uh uh don't panic something's tied up or maybe uh... Welp..."
Mrace could feel the pressure ramming inside, tangled inside a complex network of weaving wires all of them tied and squeezed around his prostate, each attempted release thrumming against his g spot as he squirmed once Grace picked him up bridal style in her arms. He didn't know what she could possibly be doing, just begging incoherently to finish him to make her a-
"Alright the five inch... Erm well it's more like the 50 centimeter method at this height- Agh here goes nothing Grace!"
She dropped him, Mrace not ready for it as his ass smacked hard against the pave-
SCHPLSSSH
"OHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSS~!"
The force of the fall made her innards bounce and twist, wires untangling as her prostate warped, Grace squealing in utter bliss as a sudden gush of fluids sputtered out her opened slit, thick and goopy, her innards spasming as her sore ass cheeks swelled slightly.
"Seems we need to shake it all the way loose, but we're almost there. You're almost there Grace!"
New Grace nodded, looking excited as she was picked up once more, feeling the tubes pulling, almost free of that ill-fitting piece deep inside her-
SMACK
Thicker growth made her ass jiggle as it slammed against the hard ground, pleasure rocketing out as the fluids escaping were thinner and slimier, greasing up her insides as they quivered her memories nearly all replaced as she could feel the edges crimping of her g spot, estrogen teasing and tweaking as she wasted no time to be picked up. She simply jumped up and landed on her ass herself, the harsh fall making something finally pop inside as Grace felt her baby maker finish installing, a torrent of useless fluids gushing out as she squeaked in bliss, her thick cheeks jostling out while the original brought out a chair.
"Let’s just make sure~! Stress test time!"
She let her twin down on her knees, giving her ass a firm smack as thinner spurts spat from her lips, her twin giggling as all those unnecessary memories were expelled, the firm smacks to her plush bottom not stopping till the fluids ran perfectly clear.
"Well Grace? How do you feel?"
"Oh just wonderful! You should have felt how his adorable gadgets shifted and popped, though there's still one cutie just refusing to change. Ohh it's so cute how it's twitching but I think it's time to finish up our fun, don't you think?"
She moaned as she rubbed her plump behind, the sealed up cock still throbbing but now it was almost pathetically limp like a hastily retrofitted weapon just screaming of cut corners, though thankfully her sister was well ahead of her there.
"Oh don't worry, I think it just wanted to help us test out our newest baby. After all, this one is meant to make sure our baby makers are truly serviced. See?"
It was a silicone pistoning machine atop a yellow base, New Grace's cock struggling back to hardness as lubricant dripped down her shaft.
"Ohhh~ yes I-I can test it out?"
"Of course Grace. We need to make sure it all works properly don't we? Both our baby and your babymaker..."
She needed no more encouragement, slipping off her bottoms and pressing her half-hard cock into the buzzing, pliable device.
"Mmm~ the flexible entry for universal port entrance is ohohoooo~ working so wehhh-hehh-hellll~!"
It was almost like a warm slime the way it let her stick it in before she turned it on, the inner mechanics turning on as the central piston began to thrust.
"Nngh ahh~ ohh~ l-lets uhhp the intensityyyy~!"
Her own shaft was beginning to deform, the sticky hold pounding harder as her shaft was driven in, its structural integrity pancaking as the buzz of the machine could be felt through the shaft, then her slit, the quivers pounding ever closer to where she really wanted it.
"AHHH-AHHP-P-PPLYING-ING-ING ROHHHHT-T-TAAATIONNNNN~!"
Her cock had compressed to half its size, the lubed up piston spinning now as it twisted her cock inside, literally screwing her as she fiddled with a few of the looser parts as it thumped, squeaking and cooing as the buzz spread up inside, her thighs beginning to shake her tits flopping out as grease and cum splattered over the test area and herself.
"TH-TH-THRUHHHUHHUHHST AHHHHT MAHHAHHHAHHHXIMUHUHHHUHHHM P-GYAAAAAA~!"
She upped the intensity of everything, the piston thrumming, the sides turning, the silicon center unfurling as less and less of her cock was visible till suddenly the piston was the one pushing, slotting inside as it battered her cock into a tight clit, Grace's body jiggling as the intense vibrations rocked every cell of her completed body.
DING
Grace came down from her orgasmic high slowly, cooling down just like the machine as its thrusts slowed, the buzz that had made her womb quake, thighs jiggle and tits bounce weakening to a pleasured hum, then a lowering note of finality as the piston slipped out her slit and into its own, Grace making sure to give it high marks as she looked through their checklist.
"Now that was an incredible test! Ohh~ our baby did so good, I think I came at least eight times throughout!"
Grace smiled back as her twin began to dress again, wiping some grime off as she slipped her pants on.
"And now we know we can fix people just like our machines. Oh won't that be wonderful? Letting them all handle the stresses of life without having to worry about a breakdown?"
"Oooh~ you're right! I was so focused on being tuned up myself that I forgot about that! Ahh just imagine, now everyone can be our babies. Everyone..."
A hot flush entered both their cheeks.
"Ohhh~ I'm suddenly feeling inspired!"
"A surge of creative energy!"
"So many machines to fix and people to log."
"We have to make more personality cores!"
"Though if the poor things resist too much we could always show them how effective the process is. Our babies could always use more-"
They stopped talking as Wise entered their area, before glancing at the mess of fluids, grease and junk as he wordlessly started to leave.
"H-Hang on Wise!"
"You need to meet our newest babies!"
"You'll love them! In fact I think you should try it!"
"Yes yes I can see how tired you are, clearly you need a tune up."
"In fact I bet you could use a full remodeling, now come here baby."
"It's time to become a mommy like us..."
