Phil watched the girls in their sexy uniforms march off, careful to not lose their test devices, and wondered where this project would lead him. Once at the range, the soldiers got busy and, under the careful watch of their Sergeant, tested the devices thoroughly.
It quickly became evident that some of the designs had their drawbacks. Holly's Rods would pump those tight rings back and forth in lightning speed, making her hurting tits a blur but the breasts just couldn't cope with the assault and the milking efficiency was way less than the other designs.
Tracy's Pyramids exhibited a rather hilarious design flaw. After a few rounds of firing her sorry tits were under such a pressure that the top of her boobs popped through the tiny openings and expanded into two awkward, purple balls. The cursing soldier was in such a pain that she broke down right at the range.
Cathy's Spinning Wringer wasn't very efficient either. The clamps holding her nipples in place unfortunately also trapped the milk inside, so all the spinning and wringing lead to nowhere except a pair of swollen, twisted titties that longed for release.
The most effective by far was Leila's Looney Looper. The thin metal wires binding her bloated udders expressed the milk with incredible speed and efficiency. The only downside was the chafing and the extreme stress on Leila's breasts. Once she delivered shots with her gun, the metal loops started to cinch her pillows with lightning speed, constricting the wide bases of her tits to a tiny circumference. And in case she needed more firing power, the device would automatically install additional loops around her natural milk tanks to exert even more pressure. They were ahead in all the relevant parameters, even in portability and practicality, except for the unfortunate bruising due to the high velocity of the steel wire.
"So Looney Looper it is," concluded Vicky, "Thanks all, now remove the prototypes and get out of your fancy uniforms. I'll ask Klone to integrate the loops in those seams. That should reduce the chafing a bit and make the weapon easier to handle. You'll all join Alice in serving nude until we get the revised uniforms. Our next nut to crack is how we can get ourselves aroused while facing the enemy, so take the chance and experiment a bit. Doctor? Can I have a word with you?"
Phil and Vicky went into his office while her squad members stripped and packed up. It was Tracy who moved first. The bronze blonde innocently put a finger in her mouth and silently snug behind Leila. Without warning she jammed her fingers into her fellow soldier's unsuspecting pussy, forcing it in as deep as she could. Leila's surprised squeak drew the attention of the others.
"My my, you're not prepared at all, little Leila. That Or'Gal would have ripped you apart! Time to juice up!" quipped Tracy and went down on her knees, driving her slick tongue into the quivering snatch of the surprised nerd.
The others watched amused and soon plenty of fingers found a pussy to penetrate and the entire squad engaged in close one-on-one action.
Meanwhile Phil and Vicky had more important things to discuss.
"I thought about the arousal issue, Doc. And I think I have an idea how to tackle it," said Vicky as she removed her own uniform.
"I'm all ears, Sergeant," replied Phil, his eyes glued to the soldier's massive, jiggling breasts.
"We have to enable the soldiers to recall a stimulating experience even when facing the enemy. I read up on the research regarding lasting memories and how the process functions. It seems that, for strong, emotional experiences, it's enough to hear a short sound or see a image for a fraction of a second to get a bodily response. So if we can get a powerful memory established in each soldier that makes them leak their juices, we could feed such a trigger into their comms system whenever they face danger and, voila, they're prepared for battle."
"Hmm, that's an interesting thought," mused Phil staring at the naked pussy inches away from him, "So how can we prove this works?"
"We select one of my soldiers, ideally the one that gets aroused the easiest. We'll ask her to describe her most intimate fantasy, the one thing that always gets her going. Then we enact this fantasy for her and record everything in full detail. Afterwards we let her face stressful combat situations and feed her the trigger while measuring how her body reacts. If she gets wet while she's pummeled, we have a winner."
"Sounds like you have thought about this already in detail," mused Phil, watching the jiggling funbags dancing in front of him, "Anything you need for this experiment?"
Vicky harumped, "Well, Doc, uhm... How should I put it... you know that those girls are all as straight as they come, right? Every single one prefers men over women except myself. I'm more ... flexible... in that regard. Now what do you think would their favorite go-to-fantasy be? Right, some bloke fucking them senseless. So we need a bloke. I thought about getting their husbands to join but ..."
"Yeah, that won't work given the security level of PMH. No outsiders."
"Right, so with that option gone, the only remaining male that is readily available is..."
