The men find themselves walking down the corridor again, ecstactic about the live demonstration. Was New Heaven Arms really ready to release such a visionary piece of technology? Would it truly prove itself on the battlefield? Time to find out.
The hallway ends at a large, metal double door. The NHA representative swings the doors wide and saunters into a long, high-ceilinged room, divided by tiles roughly 3x3 feet throughout the floor and ceiling. Four adorable (but gruff-looking) women stand not far from the entrance, each holding a different weapon: one holds a handgun, one an assault rifle, one a more conventional high-powered sniper rifle and one even holds an anti-tank weapon. They salute as the men walk in. The rep salutes back at them. "Gentlemen, these are our demonstrators." He points to each one in turn, and they all wave back. "Cpl. Amy Sanchez. Sgt. Abigail Guff. Sgt. Raegan Macintire. And last, Cpl. Imogen Woods."
Cpl. Sanchez is the shortest of the girls. Blond hair, blue eyes and fair complexion. Possibly the cutest of the girls, with the sweetest face. Not to be mistaken for innocent though: on the battlefield, she's dangerous. She wields the handgun, and is the current champion of the NRA's official target shooting competition.
Sgt. Guff is probably the LEAST cute of the girls. She has a strong, muscular face and black hair shaved into a fade. She has green eyes and is African-American, with a fairly light complexion. She holds the assault rifle, and is known to her squadmates as "Guff the Ruff."
Sgt. Macintire is of Irish descent, and it shows. Messy brown hair, wide brown eyes and a very excitable demeanor, she's easily the perkiest of the group. Truly an anomaly in the sniping world, she's able to keep 100% cool composure whenever the situation calls for it. Outside of combat, however, she's a rowdy one. She carries the sniper rifle, and has competed with it in several ISSF Olympic events.
Cpl. Woods is the stoic one of the group. She has very pale blonde hair, almost silver at first glance, and dark green eyes. She stands in a very uncomfortable-looking stance at nearly all times, rarely adding to a conversation. But she's bright: her CO's have testified to her leadership ability, and if she were more sociable would probably have been promoted much higher by now. She holds the anti-tank launcher, and has studied the manual endlessly every night for weeks.
"Now, if you'll follow me..." They all walk over to the left and file up a short staircase into a small viewing room. The rep clicks a button on the panel in front of him, bending over to speak into a microphone. "You ladies can begin, starting with Cpl. Sanchez." The women put their helmets on and Cpl. Sanchez stands at the firing range, the other women standing off to the side.
The men watch eagerly as the women all take their turns firing their weapons down the range, scoring near perfect on each target. The demonstration for the anti-tank weapon was particularly impressive: Cpl. Woods didn't even seem to change stance as she fired the missle. She was perfectly still for the entire demonstration.
The women remove their helmets and line up again near the entrance as the men come back down. The men shake hands with the soldiers, congratulating them on a successful demo. "Ah, but the demonstration isn't quite finished." The rep adds to the ongoing conversation. "First, I have a working model of the helmet the PX-1000 uses, you can all pass it around and have a look at the interface, and see how it feels to wear. The men do so, and are all in agreement of how comfortable the helmet actually is to wear. The interface, as the rep said, didn't work perfectly; the targetting system was glitchy and the interface just shut down altogether a few times, but the rep assured them it was a software issue and not a permanent problem.
Cpl. Sanchez clears her throat and says "Excuse me a moment." The men turns to face her and she smiles bashfully, before a tiny light on the hip plate comes on. "Aha! A perfect demonstration of the waste disposal feature. I can see from here that it's a 'number one.' Very excellent." The rep beams. The light stays on for a few more seconds before Woods sighs and the light blinks off. She gives the thumbs up to the group and they give her a short round of applause. She gives a hearty laugh in reply.
"Come to think of it, I don't suppose any of you ladies could offer a full demonstration?" The rep looks hopeful. The girls shift in place for a moment, before Macintire speaks up. "I think I can manage it, sir!" Sanchez giggles while the other two roll their eyes. "Is it ok if I wear my helmet? I'm REALLY shy." She puts her helmet on and turns around, bending forward with her hands resting on her knees, squatting down slightly. From behind the helmet they can hear a muffled "Mmnf." This time, two lights switch on on the hip plate. Macintire feels her sphincter opening up to welcome a hearty log, and...*Clnk* "Hm?" The interior of the suit closes up, disconnecting the hip plate from her ass. "Oh shit." She (appropriately) quips. A warm, mushy mass smashes up against her butt. *Pfft crkl* She's unable to control her movement now, and panics slightly. "Uhh, sir? We have a malfunction." More shit squeezes against her ass and legs, until she finally finishes releasing her smelly load. "Uh, wait, why does it stink? Phew!" Sanchez pinches her nose and shoots a puzzled look at the rep. The rep looks mortified.
"The girl is right. I thought the system eradicated odor." One of the men says. The rep looks worried now. "Well, this is obviously a malfunctioning unit. An anomaly. The next unit probably won't do anything like this. Uh, anyone else? Can we give a proper demonstration while Macintire cleans herself up?" Macintire waddles out of the room, groaning and mumbling the entire time, leaving a trail of putrid odor behind her. The men all step back and hide their noses in their sleeves.
Woods raises her hand to speak. "I can try, sir." "Very well, Woods. Go ahead." She doesn't even bothering turning around or putting her helmet on, she assumes a squat position and rests her arms on her knees. "I volunteer!" Sanchez hums. She bends forward in the same way that Macintire did and winks at the men. "Nngh!" Sanchez gives them all an exagerrated grunt, pushing a load into her plate. Two lights come on. Meanwhile, Woods is still completely silent, but two lights come on on her plate. "Nngh...big one." Sanchez giggles again and grunts. The lights blink once and Sanchez sighs. "All good so far!" Sanchez grunts again before...
Sanchez's plate pops off and lands on the floor, along with the log it was holding. "Crap!" She squats down and drops another lump onto the broken plate, then urinates all over the front and the floor. The men all groan in disgust and start crowding the rep, who's looking very nervous by now. Meanwhile, Woods is still concentrating, her eyes now closed. Two lights blink as she feels a soft load coming out and entering the container. A crackling noise comes from her bottom. *Crrklk* She sighs quietly and begins to stand up, waiting to see if she's finished. The lights go off and she stands up, standing perfectly still again. "It works fine." However, Guff begins to step away from her. "I don't think so, Woods." "What do yo...oh. I see." Her plate didn't fall off, nor did the suit seal up, but the smell is proof enough that it didn't work. Guff cups both hands to her nose. "Nasty, Woods. Really nasty!"
Sanchez is now holding her head in her hands, thoroughly embarassed. Woods is removing her plate, examining it for defects, and Guff...
*Prrt* Guff lets out a small fart. "Aw hell, I'm gettin' out of this thing before it screws up on me too!" She scrambles to get her plate off, heading towards the door, and...*Pllbbrrt!!* A loud fart and a huge load of diarrhea comes streaming out of her, filling the container and overflowing the unit, seeping out the sides. "Oh dammit!" She squats down and lets out another fart. *PblblttFFRRT* Another explosion of mud, and the the cracks in the panel are now flowing with feces. The smell is intolerable, and a few of the men gag. Sanchez almost starts to cry, but when she looks around, starts to laugh. "So...good demonstration?" She snickers.
Woods is sniffing her own load, but immediately pulls back. "...Ew." Sanchez is now finished, but has nothing to obscure her private bits and is thus squating down over the plate, humiliated. Guff has retreated to the corner and is still having explosive diarrhea in her suit, moaning and clutching her stomach. "Oh god make it end, I wanna get this thing off..."
The men all turn to the rep, who is slowly edging for the door. "So...what should the opening bid on the project be?" The men all walk out at once, leaving the rep alone in a room full of smelly, ashamed women. "Uh...sorry girls. Off to the showers I guess, huh?" Everyone, even Woods, stares daggers at him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna go get a drink. I need to have a talk with the engineers, and I'm not doing it sober. Or politely."
Elsewhere...
"FUCK! This thing has to come off. C'moon, I need a fucking shower...ergh...AAHH!" Macintire gives up and curls up on the locker room bench and begins to cry.
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