As Dr. Eomot watched his assistant, (whose name, incidentally, was Sandra), struggle to pry the giant fly off her body, he realized that they were standing in front of another of his prototype devices. Behind the pair stood his experimental stasis field generator, a machine capable of emitting a beam which, upon striking inorganic matter, would theoretically freeze it in time indefinitely. Although not fully completed, if he was able to generate enough power he might be able to create a beam powerful enough to freeze the fly.
As he stood, pondering this possibility, Sandra's foot came down hard on a power supply box at the base of the machine, sending sparks into the air. In the same moment, she wriggled free of her lab coat, exposing the pink tank top and jean shorts she was wearing underneath. Her tan cleavage bulged and her breasts jiggled as she swatted at the fly.
Dr. Eomot decided it was time to act. Waiting any longer would only result in more equipment getting destroyed. Wasting no time, he ran across the room and flipped the switch that would power up the machine. Seating himself at a computer a few meters from where his assistant and the fly were still struggling, he placed his hand over a mouse and clicked a button on the screen. A live view of Sandra and the fly appeared on the monitor in front of him. At the same moment, a dish shaped object extending out of the field generator swiveled to fix on the two creatures beneath it.
A red dot in the center of the screen indicated where the beam would strike. Moving the mouse, Dr. Eomot swiveled the dish on the field generator until it was targeted squarely on the fly's head. At this point, the insect had again clasped Sandra, it's forelegs pulling at her tank top. For her part, Sandra was pushing desperately against the fly, ripping the fabric of her tank top in the process. As Dr. Eomot pressed the button that would fire the beam, Sandra, in a final heave, tore free of her clothing, sending the fly and most of her pink tank top to the floor. The fly's head dropped out of range, and Sandra's magnificent breasts filled the display as the machine fired.
A green flash filled the room as the beam struck Sandra squarely in the chest. The fly, capitalizing on the incapacitation of his adversary, quickly scampered out of the room, dragging what remained of Sandra's tank top behind it.
Dr. Eomot peered out from the display at his now topless assistant. The stasis field....
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