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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Insider Information - Sequel to "Implant" - Chapter 5

   By - The StoryMaster

   "You ready, man?" Danny asked his best friend Stuart Worthington.  The
other boy nodded enthusiastically.  "She's in the living room, probably
doing her homework."

   The two boys looked toward the bedroom door then back to the complex
computer system which occupied the biggest portion of the large work
station they'd constructed in Danny's bedroom.  A screen saver wove
geometrical patterns on the big monitor, and LED's flashed randomly on
three nondescript grey metal cabinets that were interconnected with a
tangled web of cabling.

   "Now remember.  Just be cool, Stuart," Danny cautioned.  "We don't know
for sure if this is gonna work, so don't go blowing things by saying
something stupid."

   "Not to worry, Dan," Stuart Worthington answered.  He was a little
miffed by his friend's chastisement.  Then he added with unbridled
excitement, "This is way cool, man!  Way, way cool!"

   Danny grinned.  He too was excited at the prospect of testing the
modifications the two boys had made to his older brother's design.

   Three weeks had passed since Danny had found the components to the
system hidden away in the attic of his mother's suburban home.  The two
friends had spent untold hours assembling the mysterious equipment and
discovering the secrets of its operation.  In the process of their
research, they'd uncovered some very interesting information, not the least
of which was the fact that both Danny's sister, Hunter as well as Stuart
Worthington's sister, Demi were recipients of the MK IV.  As far as Dan
could tell, the two teenage girls had been implanted sometime during their
early teenage years, probably courtesy of "I Woman".  He thought he
remembered the girls getting several pairs of the loaded panties for
Christmas one year.  Danny also discovered that according to the activity
log files neither young lady's FID had ever been switched out of Monitor
Mode.

   "OK, let's do it," he said confidently as he reached for his Palm Pilot.


   The operating system of the little Palm contained a carefully adapted
version of his older brother's Implant Control System, (ICS).  Many of the
graphic displays of the original "full blown" system had been eliminated
due to memory and storage constraints of the miniature computer, but for
the most part everything was there that was needed to monitor and control a
significant number of devices simultaneously.  The two friends had taken to
referring to the tiny implants affectionately as "Insiders".

   Danny rose from his seat, picked up the Palm, plugged in the cable
leading to the Sprint PCS phone on his belt, then nodded to his friend. 
The two boys strode from the bedroom with a purpose.

   "What do you two geeks want?" Hunter Morris asked from where she lay
ensconced in bolsters upon the plush livingroom sofa.  The two boys just
looked at each other and smiled, but didn't answer the haughty blond
teenager.  "Jeez..." Hunter muttered, rolling her eyes.  Intent on ignoring
her younger brother and his "dorky" friend, Hunter returned to her reading.
Quietly, the two boys entered and took seats on the opposite side of the
room.  Hunter turned a page of her book, noisily.  Sensing the two boys
staring at her, she blurted out, "What?" in an exasperated tone of voice.

   Hunter Morris was exceptionally good looking, especially when she was
angry.  She slammed her book shut and glared at her younger brother and his
friend.

   "Don't you have something else to do?" she spat.  When after a moment,
the two boys failed to answer, Hunter huffed in disgust.  She opened her
book again.

   Danny opened the Palm.  He glanced in Stuart's direction, then with a
wicked little smile, he tapped the stylus on the surface of the small
screen.  Both boys focused their gazes upon the lovely young girl on the
couch.

   At first, nothing noticeable happened.  Danny's sixteen year old sister
continued to read her book, successfully ignoring the two young men.  Danny
noticed it first.  Even from across the room, he recognized the look
concern begin to dawn on his sister's pretty countenance.  She frowned and
knitted her eyebrows, then she shifted her hips, trying to get comfortable.
On the LCD screen of the small computer, Hunter Morris' numbers rose
slowly.

   It came on quite suddenly, the odd tingling feeling.  Hunter had never
felt anything quite like it before.  It kinda tickled, and it kinda stung.
She struggled to concentrate on her reading even though she instinctively
knew that something was amiss.  Hunter, of course, didn't connect the
strange phenomenon with her brother and his weird friend, although she knew
that the two boys were watching her.  Her face became warm as though she
were blushing, and the prickling sensation inside slowly intensified. 
Hunter didn't realize at first that she had been staring at the same page
of her book for the last five minutes, because she was becoming
increasingly focused on the growing tempest in her abdomen.  At least she
thought it came from her abdomen.  It was difficult to tell for certain. 
Hunter squirmed on the couch as a fiery tremor passed down the backs of her
thighs.  Forgetting momentarily about her audience, Hunter unconsciously
dropped one hand from her book, letting it to come to rest over right
breast.  Suddenly remembering that her "geekey" brother and his buddy were
watching her closely, she jerked her hand away.  Hunter tried not to let
her growing alarm show , because before she removed her hand from her
breast, she felt her nipple through the fabric of her tank top.  It was as
hard as glass.  Beneath her palm, the sensitive little nub sizzled like a
4th of July sparkler.  Hunter closed her bright blue eyes and suppressed a
moan.  Unconsciously she moved her hand down to her tummy.  Bolts of
sensory electricity arced from the tip of her right pelvic crest to her
left.  Again she squirmed, more provocatively this time.  Her embarrassment
added to her growing blush when Hunter felt the all too well known trickle
of moisture dribble between the cheeks of her shapely bottom.

   Across the room, the two young men looked at each other and grinned
broadly.  Danny winked at his friend.  Then glancing back at the sofa he
asked facetiously, "You feeling, OK, Sis?  You look a little flushed?"

   His pretty sister turned and looked his way, but her eyes seemed distant
and unfocused.  Her expression was plainly one of confusion and mild
distress.  Hunter's face, neck and what Dan could see of her shoulders were
flushed a deep rosy pink.  A sheen of perspiration glowed upon her smooth
skin.  Hunter suddenly dropped her book onto her chest and pressed her
knees tightly together.  She wanted more than anything to rub herself, but
she just couldn't with her brother watching.  She stared blankly at him,
but he simply smiled at her.  Even in her rather distracted state of mind,
Hunter noticed Dan shift his attention to the calculator like device he
held in his hand.

   Using the small plastic stylus Danny manipulated the on-screen pointing
device until the cursor moved over the word "Bladder".  With a quick tap,
the young man caused a check mark to appear next to the menu item.  Deep in
the center of his attractive teenage sister's femininity, the MK IV v. 
4.1.3 shifted gears.

   On the computer screen the telemetry data received from inside of Hunter
Morris indicated that her FID had achieved her personal harmonic frequency
value.  Using this precise frequency, the device proceeded to resonate the
young girl's pelvis and lumbar vertebrae as well as the surrounding soft
tissues.  Slowly the radiant energy crept up Hunter's spine like mercury up
a thermometer until at last it reached her kidneys.

   The look of distress was unmistakable on her face now.  Hunter could
have sworn that she'd visited the "lady's room" less than an hour ago, but
suddenly she really had to go.  Unbeknownst to the hapless teenager, her
implant urged her kidneys into the rapid production of urine, quickly
filling her bladder.  Thankfully the other bizarre sensations she'd been
experiencing had subsided almost as quickly as they'd begun, but Hunter
really had to pee.  As she started to swing her long legs off the sofa,
Hunter noticed that both her kid brother and his stupid friend were
grinning at her.  The first pulse caught the pretty blond by surprise.  Her
expression obviously spoke volumes, because the wicked grins on the faces
of her audience grew wider still.  With one hand clamped tightly between
her thighs, Hunter struggled to her feet.

   "Ohhh," she cried in shock and dismay as the second pulse took her.  She
felt the hot urine soak through the crotch of her blue jeans beneath her
fingers and begin to run down the insides of her thighs.  Both Danny and
Stuart would agree that Hunter Morris' expression was nothing short of
priceless as she turned and half ran, half waddled out of the living room.
She was bent slightly at the waist, and both of her hands were clamped
between her legs.  The seat of her blue jeans and the backs of both pant
legs were stained dark past her knees.

   This was the result of her implant causing the muscles of her brimming
bladder to flex in several violent contractions like a fist squeezing a
ripe orange.  Urine had sprayed out of Hunter Morris with the force of a
garden hose, and by the time the unfortunate teenager reached the
downstairs bathroom, even her socks were wet.

   The test was deemed a complete success.
   Continued...