Metalax Ch 02 In The Glass Babe

Chapter 2 - In the Glass Babe

Jenny and Beth awaken at the same time, as though a switch flipped. There they stood. In the bathroom. Looking at themselves in the mirror. Fashionable clothes are the only indication of a change in Jenny at all, though looking closer it may be observed that her muscles have grown much more toned, her bones longer and stronger, and her face sharper. She has become an athletic goddess. Beside her stands the opposite end of the spectrum of feminine specimen. Beth is soft. Open. Everything is new to her, and her openness to it might be mistaken for innocence if she did not retain the ghost of Ylgoth's wickedness. It were as if each of the two senses glimmered in each of her eyes.

Seth is nowhere to be seen. Jenny finds herself staring blankly at Beth, looking for traces of her boyfriend. Even the one remaining amber eye, really the only part of her face still recognisable as Seth, has gained a quality that reflects Beth. Beth notices Jenny staring at her and smiles supportively. Jenny continues to stare. Beth takes her by the hand and leads her from in front of the bathroom mirror to each sit as cross from one another on the living room sofa.

"Jenny, do you want to be together?"

Jenny tries to shake herself from the reverie, but with little success.

"I want to be together. But you were in love with Seth. I think...no, I know that I'm not Seth. I remember. Sometimes like a dream. But my mind is racing with it all, yet somehow it's curiously blank and fresh. Like a fresh start."

"But I don't want to pressure you to love me, Beth, as if I were Seth. I don't know what this means for us. I think you feel it too, all the sexual energy. It's like it's in every cell. I need it. With you. But I want to make sure your needs are-"

Jenny places a strong hand on Beth's shoulder and begins to draw her closer, begins to press her cock toward Beth's leg. Beth smiles but puts her hand between them.

"I know you feel like that, Jenny. I do too. I want you. But this is important. If we're going to do this as new people, I want to take it slower, kind of like a new couple."

Jenny pauses, old Jenny resonating with the sensible rationale of this. Both Jennies are overwhelmed with shock at what they have both become. What their situation has become. She was not prepared for this, even though they had known something like this was likely to be the cost of dealing with Ylgoth. This was, is simply unaccountable. Beth is right. It's not fair to either of them to pretend she is still Seth.

But seeming that she carries his memories, Beth must also carry the basis for the love Seth had with Jenny. And that comforts Jenny's shocked and mourning heart. Will she never curl up in Seth's arms again? Will she never hear his mirthful chuckle? Will she never raise up on her toes to kiss him again? And the sex...she would never give another blowjob? Blowjob...

"Will you blow me?" Jenny looks at Beth, expectantly. The apparatus strapping her semi-hard cock down is now straining with significant difficulty as her cock jumps to life.

"No.

"Hu-ah?"

"No, I won't give you a blowjob. Nothing would give me more pleasure. But before we do anything...let's date. Let's meet each other. You'll be Jenny. And I'll be Beth. And we can get to know each other, and see if we spark like you did with Seth. And if we do, then you can plough me for the first time as Beth."

"I understand... you're right... Gorgeous." Jenny speaks with a smile, and finds her lust leaning into this new flirtation. Desperately pulling at all her mental preparations for Ylgoth, Jenny tries to look at this as an opportunity to return to what she loved about the person that was Seth. But in the moment, mostly she feels horny. Such flaming desire. The need to be on top and in charge...like a warm syrup creeping through her veins. To make love to...to fuck...to breed her lover. Seth, Beth, Subject. To breed the Subject. What on earth is that feeling?

Jenny's focus drifts back to centre. She nods. Beth is right. Neither of them is the old Jenny or the old Seth. Old Jenny had only ever seen herself as heterosexual, and though she never thought of it this way, 'traditional'. She was the bottom, and that was a strong preference. Emphasis on was, because as she looks at Beth, Jenny is struggling to focus on what she's saying rather than what's underneath that shirt, what's underneath that skirt, just barely out of sight...what it's like inside all that and her...

Catching herself in this state scares Jenny, as old Jenny surges forth and calls up the feeling, the concrete, deep rooted feeling of contempt for such an entitled and beastly line of thinking. Beth is hot. But the increasingly present sensible part of Jenny realises that that in itself isn't a relationship. She will have to mourn the loss of Seth. It could happen any minute. Right now, the prospect of a date to get him back...to get what's left... she isn't sure how to think of Seth now. Should she treat Beth like an entirely new person? Just as if she were still Seth? And as she continues to drift down that line of thought, Jenny finds herself fantasising about Beth. Not just about pulling off her clothes and ravishing her, but about holding her hand. About walking beside her through the streets of Begosils Park, underneath the titanium trees. It's a place of rare beauty, and there is a bridge that is perfect for kissing. She kissed Seth there...

"So I was thinking we could go to-"

"The Titanium Garden in Begosils Park? Yeah Princess we're on the same page." It's both a sting and a pique of excitement to hear Beth call her by a pet name Seth had used. "But Jennevere. We aren't doing this to get Seth back. Old Seth loved you and wanted to remain together. I don't know who I am now, but... I am me. Not him. I want to be with you. But we talked about this. Trained to know how to survive this. It's...well, not our uh, best case scenario."

"But we knew that Ylgoth changes people. We weighed the prices asked by any and every patron this side of the Circle. The Desmoterion exacts a price to stay, and a price to leave." Often, an ultimate price. Jenny and Beth both fidget as they ignore and fend off the weight of how radically it has all changed. And a little, they fidget because they are drawn together fiercely, magnetically even.

"So, um, is there any,,, anything you'd like to do?"

"Um... I usually like to just do whatever. You know... or...do you?"

"Yes Jenny, I know. I remember. Thank you. How about we go shopping? I ah, well I have no clothes and I...I want to fucking kill myself!" And with that, Beth collapses into Jenny's arms, head on her shoulder as they begin to recline on the couch.

"What am I? What are we? What

are

we? What were we thinking? What are we thinking? What are we going to do???"

"There. Hey. Um." Jenny is taken by surprise, finding herself embracing and comforting, rather than being embraced.

"We uh, will get through this." Jenny begins to relax into this role. Her broader arms wrapping around someone she thinks she could love. Even as she skirts the edge of mourning for Seth, it stirs in her that Beth isn't so different, and she could love her too.

Jenny feels a sense of remorse as her penis throbs, erection never having receded since being led into the living room. The physical contact is stimulating her id, but her thoughts are clearer, more controlled now. This is a time of sobriety.

Beth cries into Jenny's shoulder for a long time. Jenny finds she has to intentionally direct her attention back to where it belongs. On the grieving and overwhelmed woman who had been her boyfriend. But every now and then, out the window a ship will pass by, or a predator. Every now and then, Jenny becomes aware and self conscious of the growing wet spot on her trousers leg.

The way Beth smells. Comforting and familiar musk like Seth. But the mutagen has left her also smelling sweet, breezy, and spicy, like a wildflower meadow growing watercress. The scents of these places are only known to Jenny through VR, but it is unmistakable. Beth smells amazing. Jenny suspects that one or both of them experienced a pheromonal change too - the closer Beth gets, the stronger Jenny's instinctive response to her.

As Beth begins to stabilise and the sobbing subsides, Jenny looks into her eyes, part sadly looking for traces of Seth, part looking closer at Beth. She realises, she wants to impress this woman. Not just to fuck, though that is a strong urge playing through the back of her mind. But Beth is beautiful, somehow enough of Seth to draw in Jenny's old attraction, but enough herself that Jenny can appreciate her as an individual artwork. It elicits a bitter response in her, to think of Ylgoth as an artist, especially since the price of Beth's beauty had been Seth's life.

Surprised by how emotional yet numb yet reluctantly aroused she is, Jenny shakes herself and speaks first. "I could go shopping. Yeah."

It's excitingly new, yet comfortingly familiar for Jenny to go shopping with Beth. Seth used to love shopping. This is familiar.

Beth sniffles. "Okay. Can we get something to eat?"

-

Jenny and Beth sit next to each other at the bar of a local hole in the wall. Rogers House serves the best breakfast in all the reachable safe zones. It's what everyone in the surrounding slums says.

"I wonder why we never came here before." Jenny enjoys the respite of focusing on the scenery, when what she really wants is to keep her mind off of the dancing vapours of Beth's smell like musk and spice and wind on ice. To keep her eyes from visually undressing her. To keep her sensations off her straining erection. To keep from imagining Beth's...pussy? Yesterday(?) feels like a blur, and the memory of Seth's last moments is like that of a dream to Jenny. She was like a rutting beast then, and it disquiets her how easily it feels like she could be again.

Beth nervously crosses and uncrosses her legs, wriggling and scooting in her seat and then suddenly stopping, her look of shock camouflaged behind her opaque glasses. She holds her breath for a moment, and Jenny notices a slight flush in her cheeks. 'I wonder if she has a straining erection, too?' Jenny thinks.

Jenny immediately wishes she had stopped before reaching that thought, because imagining the bloated, pulsating, inhuman orifice she had played a part in creating sends a surge of arousal to her already beset cock.

Meanwhile, it is not lost on Beth that her memory of Jenny does not line up with the woman sitting beside her. The old Jenny was seen at a downward perspective, as Seth had been a little taller than her. She had the same casual, wavy dark hair worn with a long fringe and ponytail, but something about the position of her hair now frames her face to look more confident and in control. She is still lean and toned, but now, even more toned. Her arms and legs and torso are all a little longer. She is taller and stronger. Because her pert and pointed breasts haven't changed size, their proportions on her body have decreased, giving her a more athletic build. Her features are no less feminine, but the lines of her jaw and cheeks are more cut. Beleaguered with a maelstrom of memories from Seth's residual mind, Beth feels a pang of regret - Seth had liked Jenny the way she was. For both of them, it is still only now sinking in, the gravity of being changed by Ylgoth.

And so they both look at their surroundings. Jenny ignoring the throbbing in her cock, Beth ignoring the throbbing in her pussy. Jenny eats her blueberry waffles and Beth eats her full English. As she eats, Jenny is reminded with each bite that her tongue has changed. It feels like it must have doubled in length. Unknown to Jenny, Beth is feeling the same. The inside of her mouth doesn't feel like it did for Seth. As she eats, she realises that part of what she craves is not food but sensation. A twist of apprehension wracks Beth as her mind wanders to tonight.

To anyone else, they look to simply be a couple of women enjoying breakfast together. After all, that is what they are, despite it all. But beyond looks, they smell to their fellow diners of the most intoxicating fragrance, and the most raw sex. Used to it themselves, the two fail to realise the alluring stench of a giant cock constantly leaking, and a giant pussy constantly lubricating.

The sensual scent of their pheromones begins to seep into the other diners and little by little, the atmosphere becomes more charged. Though not realising why, Jenny and Beth are grateful not to draw any attention on their way out. Everyone is too fixed on their companions and neighbours to notice the wet spots on the two vacated seats. On one, the foggy imprint of eight inches of girth and eleven inches of hard length. On the other, viscous emission like a sparkling, pastel jelly forms the silhouette of a crotch with a single genital impression of a wet, distended orifice squashed against the seat, both like a pussy and anus and also more aberrant and bestial and crass than either. Jenny and Beth leave the evidence behind them sheepishly, glad for their glasses.

Out on the street, Beth hesitates on where to go next, so Jenny steps up, both watching for predators overhead and on the street, and at the same time, tapping the corner of her frames. Good, they're a console. The user interface boots up and as she puts a hand on Beth's shoulder, Jenny uses the other to virtually type out a query to search for somewhere they could get some new clothes. It will cost a lot of data, but both have realised by now, they no longer have anything to wear.

-

Ballistas point upward into the air, where alert lights strobe and guide lights flash amidst the flashing advertisements being dragged through the sky. The stars are hardly visible through all the light pollution, other than the distant dot of the sun, currently shining through an ad for the data lottery.

On the ground, neon signs and RGB lights cycle and blink, advertising countless businesses and services. The traffic here is a reassuring reminder that it is a safe zone. Sentinels and Astynomes guard areas like these and make them among the safest places in the Desmoterion to cut loose. People can move about unarmed, without looking over their shoulders or upward constantly. There are still predators, and safe zones still have constant crime, mostly by Ghosts.

As Jenny's thoughts wander, they wander to the caste. Are she and Beth going to become Gimmes now, or worse, Ghosts? Are they going to slip through the wide and unguarded cracks of society in the Desmoterion and wind up in Kolasis?

Meanwhile, Beth's thoughts dwell on the same. Much like Jenny, she feels what's between her legs with every step. And at the same time, what's left of old Seth cries out as each step is also felt what's not between her legs. Looking around curiously as they pass beneath the arch of the mall entrance, Beth draws a comforting realisation. We are not alone. There are others like us. People who have bargained with Ylgoth. People who have bargained with other Patrons and paid similar prices. People who go centuries deeper indentured to buy such transformations. People who exist this way naturally. Beth's mind races as she considers this, yet still mourns, both Seth and Jenny, and yet she also finds that she is reconnecting with Seth's old love of shopping. Being here, surrounded by things, by the new and pretty... this is a taste of Panorama.

The same old dynamic to their shopping begins to manifest, as Beth runs from store to store, dragging Jenny between them. It was just like this with Seth, only Seth carried his own merchandise. Beth initially attempted that was well, but as her bones diminuated, so did her muscles and the leverage of both. She has Beth's strength rather than Seth's. And so Jenny, now bigger and stronger, found herself insisting on carrying the bags.

Bags of boxes, as their debt portfolios grow and grow, data increasing as they acquire. Some of the stores are old fashioned pretailored, but Jenny and Beth quickly find that their new bodies are not part of the size that fits all. Beth's memory is accustomed to trousers, built to seat a cock and balls. But her leg, waist, and hip proportions are no longer ideal for typical men's clothes. Women's trousers aren't built to accommodate extra flesh, so the fashions that are otherwise meant to fit her don't fit either. If she could only satiate her arousal and deflate the cloaca's swollen lips...

Meanwhile, Jenny quickly runs into a similar problem. Even designed to survive the desolation of the Desmoterion, women's clothing is thin and light and delicate. It quickly becomes apparent that if any flaw in the harness for her genitals were to unravel, the monster cock may tear through the fabric or if nothing else, be embarrassingly unobstructed. Though she has found a new confident and even brazen attitude since her own transformation, Jenny blushes at the humiliating prospect of anyone they know seeing her with an eleven inch penis...

Between their respective issues, Beth and Jenny decide to visit a new style clothing store with a printer. Here there is no self consciousness about having to buy anything they try on because trying anything on gets their fluids on it. As they continue from shop to shop, plaza to cabana to marketplace, it is acutely present in both their minds how much they are clicking on this, their 'first' date. Stepping into a chamber, selecting a style, and having the AI print an outfit in their style, then stepping out and admiring each other. At one point, Beth leans into Jenny and up on tip toes. Not to kiss, but to simply look into her eyes and inhale her breath out. The contact is intoxicating, and they both find themselves sheepish as they break away.

Jenny stands in the chamber, watching the rotating nozzles and leads. She knows that the AI tailor is impersonal and won't care, but she is suddenly very self conscious of her nakedness. The only cover she has is her underwear printed by the machine in Gnosis, which feels like a dream. Strapped to her leg, Jenny's throbbing cock jumps in the mirror and steadily leaks her new lubricating fluid, which runs down the leg and is currently forming a mucusy crust on her sock.

Looking at herself, the heterosexual in old Jenny is transfixed. It is a magnificent penis, the most beautiful she has seen. More than double what Seth's had been, though never in their relationship had she been less than satisfied or even enthralled with it. This one...if Seth had had this beautiful penis...if old Jenny could spread her ass for this, she would have. She would have knelt and put her face down on the floor, and she would have put one finger on one side and the other on the other, and she would have gaped that ass as wide as it would go and done her best to take that monster for love. It is an impossibly daunting cock, she couldn't have hoped to wrap her lips around this if she tried. She reflexively opens and closes her jaw as she imagines what blowing a cock like this would be like. And she also reflexively clenches her butt, imagining the stretching force that a penis this size would have.

As she explores these thoughts, Jenny absentmindedly watches as the nozzles move up and down, beginning to spray the fabric over her outstretched arms and chest. A layer of soft, supportive fabric. Then something firm. A protective layer, and then a fashionable exterior. She feels her cock throb at the sensation of fabric being printed over it.

As the printing is over, Jenny steps out of the chamber, averting her eyes from any passersby. Beth steps from her chamber, too. On Beth, a skintight jumpsuit layered with a loose jacket and a flouncy short skirt instantly draws Jenny's attention. Beth smiles with both innocence and knowing as her eyes travel over Jenny's body. The skintight three quarter sleeved shirt with a short midriff and and high collar is fetching, but printer clothes like this are not going to suffice to cover the enormous cock, whose throbbing outline is obvious.