"I thought so too. I mean, there's no way to test it on the rats we use, how would I know if a rat was communicating telepathically with another rat? I don't speak rat." He shrugged. "I suppose I could have gotten something smarter, monkeys perhaps." He scowled. "It would have taken too long. My assistant, Himiko-san. I tested them on her." 

The pen dropped to the floor with a clatter. "You what?!" 

He held his hands up defensively. "I needed to find out. It was the fastest way." He looked at me, annoyed that he should have to explain himself. "She has no idea. I slipped some of the machines into her tea, programmed to travel to her brain and attach themselves. Then I did the same to myself." 

He paused and lifted a small square suitcase onto the table and opened it. "I built this," he said as he pulled out a small half circle. "It's a headset. It handles the relay of information from the subject to the recipient." He grinned again. "I've been using it for a week with no adverse effects. If I put this on, I can see and hear everything that Himiko-san sees or hears." 

"And she really has no idea?" 

He frowned. "No… there is an odd effect when the device is in use. The subject has no idea that someone is in their head, but… the recipient doesn't know either." 

"I don't understand." 

"When I was in Himiko-san's head… I forgot myself. I had no identity, there was just her. The nanites take over everything. When the headset was off, I remembered it all, but while it was on, it was like being her. I'm sure I can fix this… I just need the right software controlling the bridge." 

"I'm afraid I don't follow. What exactly do you mean when you say you forgot yourself? Like amnesia?" 

He waved away my comment. "No. It is hard to explain." He handed me a vial. "I prepared these. I thought the best way to convince you would be for you to experience it for yourself." I looked at him like he was handing me poison, and he laughed. "I told you, no adverse effects after a week of use. These nanites break down after a few days, your body will pass them naturally, just drink a lot of fluids."

A week was hardly an adequate trial, but I was tempted. More than tempted. The possibilities here were too good to pass up, but if anyone ever saw into my head… "No one knows about these?" 

He smiled. "No. As soon as I discovered it, I locked down the lab. My staff is very unhappy that I would not tell them why, but who cares what they think." He gave me an exasperated gesture. "They are all idiots. Do only what I tell them. Replaceable." 

I made up my mind and popped the cap off the vial. Throwing caution and common sense to the wind, I leaned my head back and swallowed the fluid. Hirimoto smiled and passed me the suitcase. "Go somewhere you won't be disturbed and put this on. There is a program on the flash drive that will allow you to control the connection." He looked me in the eye. "You will not be disappointed, I think, Miss Love." 


I opened my eyes. Reaching over to the toilet paper I took some and gently pulled off a couple of squares, using them to dry myself before I stood up and flushed. I quickly pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt. Stepping out of the cubicle, I wondered if Love-san and Hirimoto-sensei were going to be long. I had already showed Bianca-san the labs, and was about to show her the factory floor, but after that I was going to run out of low-security areas that I was sure I could show her. 

I washed my hands in the sink and dried them. I turned to leave when the curve of my bust caught my eye. I turned sideways and thrust them out, admiring my profile in the mirror. I was very proud of my breasts. They turned many heads once they had sprung out during puberty, and caused many glares of jealousy from the girls I had gone to school with. 

I reached up and squeezed them through the bra, surprised by how aroused I suddenly was. I had never gotten so turned on by just touching my own breasts before. Looking around to make sure I was the only one in here, I decided to just take a quick peek. I wasn't sure why, I saw them every day after all, but right then I had an overwhelming urge to look at them. I started to unbutton my blouse. Opening it, I unsnapped my bra and slipped it off under my sleeves, exposing my lovely pale orbs. I simply stared at my exposed chest in the mirror, enjoying the view, and reached up again to squeeze one of them, biting my lip in pleasure as my hand kneaded the soft flesh. 

There was a knock a the door. Bianca called out to me. "Himiko? Are you nearly done?" I panicked at the thought of being caught, and hurriedly buttoned up my blouse. There was no time to don my bra, and I hoped no one would notice. I would have to put it back on discreetly when I had a moment. I stuffed it hastily into my skirt pocket. 

I washed my hands quickly and stepped out of the bathroom. "Forgive me, Bianca-san." I gestured down the hall as we continued the tour. "This way is the factory floor. It is where we produce the hardware for the company's products." I led her through the double doors and into the main room. We were on a walkway overlooking the industrial machines, workers rushing around focused on keeping the production line running. 

"Real large-scale operation you've got here." Bianca looked out across the floor with interest. 

I pointed to a door at the end of the walkway. "Through there is the control room. I will show you." I reached into my pocket to grab my key card, and as I pulled it out, I heard a small noise and saw Bianca look at the ground in surprise. I followed her gaze and felt horror grip me as I saw my bra lying on the walkway, having fallen out when I retrieved my keycard. I felt my face turn bright red. Stammering apologies to Bianca, I stepped forward hastily, trying to pick it up, but to my continued horror I clumsily kicked it with my toe before my fingers could close around it. My heart sank as it fell, landing on a large press that formed steel casings for the spray cans we produced. 

I closed my eyes in shame. "Please forgive me, Bianca-san. I can explain." 

"Oh no, that's quite alright. I'm sure it's none of my business." She was almost as embarrassed as I was, looking off in the opposite direction. 

I looked around the factory floor. No one had noticed my bra yet. If the workers found it my humiliation would be complete. "Please wait here, I will be right back." I quickly hurried down the stairs to the floor. No one was near the machine where my bra lay. I stepped over to it. It was about waist high, a number of openings in the top, and my bra lay on the frame on the far side. 

I looked around to make sure no one was watching. Stepping over the yellow and black hazard line, I pressed my hips up against the machine and leaned over the top, reaching for bra. It was just further than my hands width away. I stretched my body forward, trying to get a grip on it, my fingers brushing the cup, and felt my braless breasts hang down in a gap in the machine below me. It suddenly occurred to me that this was a very bad idea. Maybe I should… 

A klaxon sounded and a red light on the wall in front of me lit. Oh god. I felt a vibration in the machine below me, and suddenly a shooting pain shot through my breasts as the mechanism moved, crushing them between the steel plates. I couldn't breath for a moment, but then I let out an agonised scream, my feet scrabbling against the device fruitlessly as I tried to push myself away, but I was trapped by my breasts! Floor workers were running up, and I managed to stop screaming long enough to beg them for help. "Please! Turn it off!" 

I heard the manager yelling. "Hit the kill switch!" But then the machine moved again, downwards, and I was pulled against the frame. My face was pressed up against the metal and I let out a renewed scream as I felt an incredible pain in my chest. I felt my breasts being stretched further than they ever had, and then blinding agony took my breath away as I heard a wet ripping sound in front of me. I tried to scream, but no sound came from my mouth as something splashed my face, then suddenly I was released from the machine, pushing myself up. My chest was a beacon of white hot agony and I fell backwards into the arms of my colleagues. 

"Oh my god…" The concern in the manager's voice gripped me with fear. I forced myself to look at my breasts. At where they had been. A wave of nausea joined the pain and dizziness as I laid eyes on the bloody ruins of my chest. This couldn't be happening! My breasts had been torn off! I prayed for it not to be true, unable to speak as I fruitlessly waved my hands over the empty space where there should have been a pair of soft pale mounds. Instead, all I could see were the exposed muscles of my chest vibrating with my ragged breathing, through a hole torn in my bloodstained blouse. 

I couldn't hear what my colleagues were saying to me anymore. Something about holding on, as a man rushed up and sprayed a can of our sealant across my wounds. It was all getting fuzzy. All I could think of was wondering where my tits had gone. I wanted to rush over to the press and find them, place them back on my body where they belonged, but I didn't have the strength, my arms getting heavy. Where were my breasts? 

And then I didn't see anything else. 

I leapt out of my chair, gasping. My hands flew to my chest, and I was shocked to feel them clasp my boobs, squeezing in disbelief that they were there. It had felt so real. I had thought my own breasts had been torn off! I quickly undid my blouse and pulled on my bra, looking inside it. Yes, they were definitely still there. Had it been some sort of hallucination? 

My desk phone buzzed with on an internal line and I picked it up. Celeste's voice sounded on the other end. "Miss Love? You'd better come down to the factory floor right away. There's been an accident." 

I gripped the receiver tightly. "Was anyone hurt?" 

"Yes. Himiko has been injured. I don't know how bad it is. I've already called for an ambulance." 

"I'll be right there." I locked my laptop and dropped the nanite headset on the desk. Not a hallucination then. I had been there. Inside her head. Not only that, I had wanted to see her breasts in the bathroom, and she had taken off her top and felt herself up. Unless she was as much of a pervert as I was, and from her employee profile I doubted she was, then this device did more than just let send out impulses from a person's brain. 

It also sent them back in. 

I quickly made my way downstairs and found Celeste, pacing frantically. "Annabel, ma'am, I don't know how it happened, but Himiko was leaning over one of the factory machines while it was running. She got her…" Celeste gestured to her own chest "…well, her breasts caught in the mechanism." She swallowed. "It… it just ripped them right off her chest." 

As if I hadn't known. "Is she going to be okay?" 

"I don't know. One of the guys got some first aid stuff and stopped the bleeding, but jesus… she had her tits torn off, of all things. I can't even begin to imagine what that felt like." She held her own breasts sympathetically. "They were really nice tits, too." 

I knew very well what it felt like, and I had enjoyed it immensely. We approached the scene, people crowding around, but they saw me coming and made their way back to their stations. "Celeste, the ambulance should be here very soon. Can you follow it to the hospital? I want you to keep me informed of her condition." I knelt down by Himiko's unconscious form, staring at the destruction her body had suffered. The sealant had stopped the bleeding, but it had not been a clean separation, and strips of flesh and fat were still hanging from the bloody craters that had been left behind. I checked her pulse and breathing. It was faint, but steady. I didn't think she was in any immediate danger, and had just fainted from the shock and pain of losing her tits. 

We were distracted by the sounds of sirens outside, and then the paramedics burst in. They were efficient, checking her vitals as I had and loading her onto a stretcher, and then they were gone. I called the manager over to me. "Kawamura, I want this place cleared out. Send everyone home for the day, full pay. Everyone has had a shock and we all need to take some time to collect ourselves and pick up the pieces. I'll take care of getting some cleaners in here to…" I gestured at the puddle of Himiko's blood. "…well, to clean up." 

"Thank you, Love-san, I will do as you say." He looked crestfallen. "I assume full responsibility for this accident. I should have been more attentive." He gave me a low bow of apology. 

"Don't worry about that for now. Bianca was with Himiko-san, I'll get her to fill me in on what happened. Just go home and relax for tonight, if you can. We'll talk in the morning." I felt a pang of guilt. Kawamura was a good manager, and it hadn't been his fault Himiko had foolishly lowered her breasts into those steel jaws, and I resolved to let him know that he had not been responsible as soon as I could believably have learned what had happened. 

I went and stood by Bianca as the staff filed out, chatting excitedly amongst themselves. At a glance she looked like she was in shock, but I saw her pressing her legs together and knew it was something else entirely. "Quite a show." I murmured to her under my breath. 

She reached up and squeezed her undamaged breast. "I just saw a girl get her tits ripped off." She looked up at me. "I mean, I hope she's okay, but that was fucking hot! I kind of want to go down and stick my own boobs in there." 

I nodded. "You're telling me. come this way." I led her over to the control room the two of them had originally been heading to, swiping my access card to allow me inside. Stepping over to the computers, I entered my code and deactivated the security cameras. Bianca tagged along behind me as I made my way back out and down the stairs. 

"You probably want to know what happened." Bianca said, with a slight questioning tone. 

"Let me guess, she dropped her bra and was too embarrassed to follow standard safety procedures, so she climbed onto a dangerous machine, exposing her breasts to the hazardous machinery that lay within. Does that about sum it up?" 

Bianca stared at me incredulously. "How the hell did you know that?" 

"Hirimoto's discovery. It allows me to read minds. I was inside her head the whole time. I saw and felt everything." She looked at me like I was crazy. "I'll explain everything later, but for now just take my word for it. Everything that just happened to Himiko, happened to me as well." I approached the press, making certain the workmen had cut the power to it. 

"No shit?" Bianca watched as I went around the side of the press and took off a cover. I reached inside and felt around. "Are you sure you should be sticking your arm in there?" Bianca looked at me with concern. 

"Don't worry, it's been shut down. There's no way it can possibly harm me, and no, those are not famous last words. It really is impossible." I smiled as my hand closed on something soft. "Besides…" I withdrew my arm and showed Bianca what I held. "I thought you might like to see this." She gasped. In my hand was one of Himiko's breasts. 

"Oh my god." Bianca approached me, her eyes fixed on the tit. "I can't believe it. I didn't think there would be anything left! I'm really looking at a severed breast! I never thought I would… Can I hold it?" 

I laughed, passing her the wobbling pound of meat and watched as she marveled at the soft body part, making it jiggle in her hands before turning it over and looking at the exposed fatty insides of the female organ. I reached back into the machine to see if I could find the other one. "The mechanism didn't squash the breasts completely, just hard enough to trap them between the plates. Then it turned in such away that it pulled them a certain distance, and Himiko's torso couldn't follow. It just ripped them off." 

"Fuck me, and you felt the whole thing? What was it like?" She flicked the nipple a couple of times before taking it in her mouth and suckling on the detached tit in her hands. She was clearly enjoying herself as she bit and chewed on the cold flesh. 

"I didn't just feel it." I managed to get a grip on the other one by what felt like the nipple. "Hirimoto's device causes the user to forget their identity. I thought I was Himiko. I really thought my breasts had been torn off." I carefully extracted the second tit from inside the machine and held it up my the nipple, dangling it in front of Bianca as she sucked on its twin with a massive smile on her face. "Even though I was Himiko, and felt her terror, part of me, the real me, was thrilled to have my tits torn off. I wouldn't mind doing it again someday." 

She pulled it from her lips with a soft pop. "What will we do with them?" 

"They're a bit scratched up and greasy, but otherwise intact. I hate to waste a lovely pair of tits. I'm thinking dinner. Feel like some Asian cuisine tonight?" 

Her eyes widened. "Seriously? Oh my god, I'm going to get to eat a girl's breast?" Her eyes glazed over as she imagined it. I was going to enjoy watching her first time dining on the sexual parts of another woman. One never forgets her first time… I wistfully remembered my own. I had been so nervous. "Hang on…" Bianca brought me out of my reverie. "Won't anyone wonder what happened to them?" 

"No. I'll call in a third party to clean up the mess. They won't get any details of what happened, so they won't expect to find a pair of tits in the machine, and everyone else will assume the cleaning company disposed of them as medical waste. Couldn't be simpler." Bianca just grinned again and went back to sucking on the breast in her hands. I picked up a nearby container and laid a few towels from the medical kit inside. Placing the severed breast I held within it, I held the box out to Bianca for the one she was playing with. She dropped it next to its twin with a wobble, and I placed a lid over them, sealing the container for the ride home. "Let's go. I'll make an appointment with the cleaners on the way, and have an engineer meet them in the factory. They'll probably have to dismantle the whole thing." 

With that, we left the building and had my driver meet us out front. Bianca carried the container with Himiko's tits in it, holding it tightly against her own chest with a wide smile on her face like all her birthdays had come at once. 

I placed the severed breast on the grill with a loud sizzle. Bianca was in front of the sink, washing off Himiko's other mound of all the grease that it had picked up from the press at the factory. She threw herself into the task, massaging the sexy piece of meat with enthusiasm. When she was satisfied it was clean, she handed it to me and I placed it next to the first with another sizzle of frying flesh. I always liked being naked when I cooked girl meat, and I felt the heat of the flames on my own tits as the pair in front of me cooked. 

I showed her every step I took to make the organs edible, injecting them with my own special sauces for flavour, stuffing to help them retain their shape, and jabbing the darkening skin with a fork to see if the insides were cooking properly. A puff of steam that came out when the skin broke was evidence they were ready, and I dished one each onto plates for us, along with some roasted vegetables.