With the sheer agony of the nanites grafting into his musculature and nervous system Chad had become too numb for a time that he hadn't noticed just how extensively the nano machines had integrated themselves within his body. And so when the young thrill seeker suddenly and involuntarily turned his head to gaze upon Brooke in the handful of seconds before he completely lost volition over his motor control or the six 1.5" thick 3' long mechanical tendrils snaking about from the underside of his wrists all he could do was watch as his body became no longer his own. Chad's body took two startlingly quick steps to close the distance between him and Female-001 his left arm rising while two of the tendrils shot forward and wrapped themselves around Brooke's throat constricting tightly but not so much as to cut off her oxygen. The third tentacle on that arm moved in ponderously slowly coming to hover before Brooke's face as though assessing its catch.<br/><br/>With his other arm Chat reached out and the tendrils writhing from his wrist displayed an ever increasing ability to alter their make up as the ends of the tendrils reformed into seven sharp triangular teeth which had assembled joints that they resembled a gnashing, grasping hand with two too many digits. In tandem those three appendages rapidly ripped, tore and shredded Brooke's top to ribbons and it soon slid from her body to the floor little more than ruined scraps. Before both subjects eyes the same tentacles whirred and ground as the pointed, toothed ends blunted themselves and combined to form a set of four digits, two of these tentacles snaked outward and clamped painfully to Brooke's breasts and from their center several dozen threadlike strands slick with a artificial lubricant began to assault her nipples in a manner that could really only be described as frantic lapping not unlike a dog would do with its tongue.<br/><br/>The third tendril of that grouping once more reconfigured itself such that it ended in a trio of quarter inch thick whip like lengths that writhed almost with a life of their own as they grew a kind of spiral ridge and began to drip from the slick lubricant that began to excrete from them. A few seconds later they began to emit a high pitched whine as on each of the three salivating tentacles, twelve segmented sections were formed and each ones began to vibrate intensely from the miniature gyroscopes that had been replicated at the center of each segment. Once its configuration was complete it without warning plunged down the front of Brooke's trousers gliding disturbingly over her pubic patch each of its three tongues twirling about and lapping at her lower lips as they vibrated violently.<br/><br/>Simultaneously the tentacle hovering before her face and the one down her drawers forced themselves inside the poor girl the one up top sliding deep into her throat before extending from its exterior countless ultra fine hair like protrusions that were almost nothing but soft threads of nerve endings. This tentacle quickly began to slide swiftly in and out and in and out then deeper and out and deeper in Brookes throat. While twixt her legs the last tendril had penetrated her its triumvirate of 3" segmented gyro motivated tongues hot and wet with lubricant whirling, twisting and snaking along her inner walls and pressing ever further into the girl until they were whirling feverishly around the circumference of Brooke's cervix.<br/><br/>And Chad could do nothing but stare as even his eyelids would not shut as he willed them to.