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Chapter 12
Shiori slammed the iron gates behind her, and pressed her robed back against them.
Her breath had been held, and she let it spew out in the dimly lit room before her, as she slid
down to sit against the door, curled up, panting.

Her awareness returned to the camera in the corner, still certain that she was not
being watched, and her gaze instinctively shot to each corner of the room, her senses
elevated out of fear, out of shock, and out of ecstacy.

The prevailing thought she held was that she had done something wrong; that she
had seen and done something that should never had been seen or done before. Shiori
scrambled to her feet, her robe slightly catching underneath her as she approached her bed.
Before she could dive in to protect herself with the covers, a flash of Tanaka's transformed
body pressed against her naked chest pierced through her memory. She stepped back, and
her mind was flooded with images so vivid they obscured everything in her vision.

The alley.
The bottle.
The tight clothes.
The heavy breaths in the dark.
A man behind her.
A woman on top of her.
The bar.
The three of them.
Their hands, their breath.
Their skulls against her knuckles.
Their shuffling forms, their voices groaning in pain.
The ache in her wrist.
The doctor at the bar.
Doctor's hands softly clutching Shiori's.
The clinic.
The nurses.
The blue...

Shiori fell to her knees as the memories began to dull, clutching her head with her
right hand, her bracelet clad wrist bent to support her body as her palm flattened against the
tiled floor. She continued to pant, attempting to welcome slow, calming breaths through her
nose as her slightly sweaty hair clung coldly to her forehead.

Her bracelet began to glow blue. It was warm. Her cold sweat had faded from her
senses as she focused entirely on the blue. She remembered the doctor putting her under.
The injection, stinging, the bracelet piercing, her gauze wrapped around her wrist, the form
of the beautiful silver bulging underneath.

Shiori was returning. She was waking up. Instinct had carried her so far at this place. It
had been what she'd fallen back on time and time again. And now she remembered where all
that instict came from. She had fought her entire life. Not just for protection. She had fought
to obtain what she wanted; fought for pleasure. Everywhere she could get it, Shiori
immersed herself in the sensory.

Her hands reached up and hugged her warming form, leaning back on her knees as
she remembered the incredible growth she had undergone. Her ass cushioned her as she
grinned up at the ceiling. Her breasts crushed beneath her wrapped arms, the newly swolen
flesh filling her own embrace as her grin tumbled into a quiet chuckle. Her right hand reached
down between her legs, softly rubbing the folds there. Her breath quicked up as memories
flooded her of the days and nights of exposing herself to others. Men, women, taking what
she wanted from them. She had explored the mysteries of her own body, and accepted so
many who wanted to give her pleasure. Shiori's laugh turned to satisfied moans as her
memories began to shift to her doctor. Her mistress. With mounting pleasure, her body
began sending her throbbing signals that brought Doctor Soho firmly into her mind's eye. The
Doctor's presence rapidly flashing through her memory with exponential speed, her body
trembled as the thought of Doctor forced her hand to move faster, searching for more
sensation, her bracelet-wrapped hand now palming her firm breasts, the pleasure bringing
about more images of the doctor, more and more vivid as her climax began to come into
view.
It was here that Shiori noticed the glimmer eminating from her bracelet, the
gorgeous blue flashing brighter and brighter. It's glow only urged her forward, her face
lighting up with glee and mischief as she knew it responded to her mounting pleasure, to
what she had been prevented from trying for so long. As Shiori explored what her improved
body was capable of, she saw slowly inching metalic fibers being born from the center of her
bracelet's glow.

"Yes!" Shiori gasped, quivering as she continued to pleasure herself, the glow turning
brighter and brighter, reflecting against her grey eyes. She collapsed back onto the floor,
laughing out loud, immediately returning to pleasured moans, as her legs spread
completely, her wetness coating her thrusting hand. And the metal continued to grow from
the newly awakened bracelet, the brunette's lithe form lying, shuddering in ecstacy as the
room filled with the blue glow.

And Just outside the institute, Reina Soho felt her heart pound, forcing her to
stumble against her car, her keys clattering to the asphalt as she noticed a throbbing rose
light begin to eminate from her dormant bracelet.

****
The light switched from red, to green as Reina gingerly tapped the gas, slowly
creeping her car through the empty, 1:00 am streets. Her mouth hung open, gentle, steady
breaths flowed in and out as she anticipated yet another surge from her bracelet. It had been
two years since she had felt such a sensation.

But this time was different, when she shut her eyes, it was as if she could stil see. She
could see a dark room flash in front of her. The room was familiar, but it was bathed in a blue
light. She wondered if it were moonlight or a neon sign pouring in from the window, and just
as she began to lose herself in the hallucination, her wrist throbbed heavily, forcing her to
slam the breaks and clutch at the silver clutching her wrist.

It was waking up.

Reina had thought to wait to call Reiji til the morning. She wanted to approach this
new development with Tanaka slowly, surely, making sure it hadn't been a fluke. But now
that her cloneblade had begun to awaken, she didn't feel like listening to logic. She had to
see him. If not to tell him about these urgent developments, but to finally feel satisfied for
the first time in years.

Reina wrenched the steering wheel, pulling the car into a u-turn as she commanded
her on-board computer, "New destination: Reiji, Takayama."

****
Tanaka woke in a sweat, panting, a sudden ache in her leg muscles shooting through
her, causing a slight groan to spill from her gritted teeth.

"...who said that?"

Tanaka spoke into the empty room, certain that someone had spoken to her.

"What is this?! Who are you?"

Tanaka stood from her bed, the ache from her legs causing her to slump to the
ground.

"Stop! How do you know all this?"

Tanaka told herself not to worry, this was natural. Her body wasn't ready for such a
sudden change, but eventually she would become something new, something better.

"What do you mean, better? Wait...Am I taller?"

Good girl, Tanaka, she thought, the slight increase in height making the room feel a
little smaller. Tanaka was outgrowing her surroundings, and there was only more to come.

"Who...I can't...I don't understand."

I'm in charge now, Tanaka thought. And Tanaka realized that soon there would be no
more resistence, only growth...for me....for us.

"For us," Tanaka said to the presence inside her.

Tanaka's awareness of her body had increased since her queen helped her awaken,
and her queen wanted to see Tanaka grow. She wanted the little woman to grow into
something strong, something her queen approved of.

"My queen...".

Yes, Tanaka...she thought, as the precious steel enveloped us. It didn't grow to the
lengths it had the night before, but without stimulation the cloneblade had never grown
from just Tanaka's will alone.

"We're going to show them." Tanaka said, as she marveled at the blade forming
around her forearm.

We will, we thought.

"And my queen will be all mine."

Our queen will be all ours.

Description
Chapter 12
Shiori slammed the iron gates behind her, and pressed her robed back against them.
Her breath had been held, and she let it spew out in the dimly lit room before her, as she slid
down to sit against the door, curled up, panting.

Her awareness returned to the camera in the corner, still certain that she was not
being watched, and her gaze instinctively shot to each corner of the room, her senses
elevated out of fear, out of shock, and out of ecstacy.

The prevailing thought she held was that she had done something wrong; that she
had seen and done something that should never had been seen or done before. Shiori
scrambled to her feet, her robe slightly catching underneath her as she approached her bed.
Before she could dive in to protect herself with the covers, a flash of Tanaka's transformed
body pressed against her naked chest pierced through her memory. She stepped back, and
her mind was flooded with images so vivid they obscured everything in her vision.

The alley.
The bottle.
The tight clothes.
The heavy breaths in the dark.
A man behind her.
A woman on top of her.
The bar.
The three of them.
Their hands, their breath.
Their skulls against her knuckles.
Their shuffling forms, their voices groaning in pain.
The ache in her wrist.
The doctor at the bar.
Doctor's hands softly clutching Shiori's.
The clinic.
The nurses.
The blue...

Shiori fell to her knees as the memories began to dull, clutching her head with her
right hand, her bracelet clad wrist bent to support her body as her palm flattened against the
tiled floor. She continued to pant, attempting to welcome slow, calming breaths through her
nose as her slightly sweaty hair clung coldly to her forehead.

Her bracelet began to glow blue. It was warm. Her cold sweat had faded from her
senses as she focused entirely on the blue. She remembered the doctor putting her under.
The injection, stinging, the bracelet piercing, her gauze wrapped around her wrist, the form
of the beautiful silver bulging underneath.

Shiori was returning. She was waking up. Instinct had carried her so far at this place. It
had been what she'd fallen back on time and time again. And now she remembered where all
that instict came from. She had fought her entire life. Not just for protection. She had fought
to obtain what she wanted; fought for pleasure. Everywhere she could get it, Shiori
immersed herself in the sensory.

Her hands reached up and hugged her warming form, leaning back on her knees as
she remembered the incredible growth she had undergone. Her ass cushioned her as she
grinned up at the ceiling. Her breasts crushed beneath her wrapped arms, the newly swolen
flesh filling her own embrace as her grin tumbled into a quiet chuckle. Her right hand reached
down between her legs, softly rubbing the folds there. Her breath quicked up as memories
flooded her of the days and nights of exposing herself to others. Men, women, taking what
she wanted from them. She had explored the mysteries of her own body, and accepted so
many who wanted to give her pleasure. Shiori's laugh turned to satisfied moans as her
memories began to shift to her doctor. Her mistress. With mounting pleasure, her body
began sending her throbbing signals that brought Doctor Soho firmly into her mind's eye. The
Doctor's presence rapidly flashing through her memory with exponential speed, her body
trembled as the thought of Doctor forced her hand to move faster, searching for more
sensation, her bracelet-wrapped hand now palming her firm breasts, the pleasure bringing
about more images of the doctor, more and more vivid as her climax began to come into
view.
It was here that Shiori noticed the glimmer eminating from her bracelet, the
gorgeous blue flashing brighter and brighter. It's glow only urged her forward, her face
lighting up with glee and mischief as she knew it responded to her mounting pleasure, to
what she had been prevented from trying for so long. As Shiori explored what her improved
body was capable of, she saw slowly inching metalic fibers being born from the center of her
bracelet's glow.

"Yes!" Shiori gasped, quivering as she continued to pleasure herself, the glow turning
brighter and brighter, reflecting against her grey eyes. She collapsed back onto the floor,
laughing out loud, immediately returning to pleasured moans, as her legs spread
completely, her wetness coating her thrusting hand. And the metal continued to grow from
the newly awakened bracelet, the brunette's lithe form lying, shuddering in ecstacy as the
room filled with the blue glow.

And Just outside the institute, Reina Soho felt her heart pound, forcing her to
stumble against her car, her keys clattering to the asphalt as she noticed a throbbing rose
light begin to eminate from her dormant bracelet.

****
The light switched from red, to green as Reina gingerly tapped the gas, slowly
creeping her car through the empty, 1:00 am streets. Her mouth hung open, gentle, steady
breaths flowed in and out as she anticipated yet another surge from her bracelet. It had been
two years since she had felt such a sensation.

But this time was different, when she shut her eyes, it was as if she could stil see. She
could see a dark room flash in front of her. The room was familiar, but it was bathed in a blue
light. She wondered if it were moonlight or a neon sign pouring in from the window, and just
as she began to lose herself in the hallucination, her wrist throbbed heavily, forcing her to
slam the breaks and clutch at the silver clutching her wrist.

It was waking up.

Reina had thought to wait to call Reiji til the morning. She wanted to approach this
new development with Tanaka slowly, surely, making sure it hadn't been a fluke. But now
that her cloneblade had begun to awaken, she didn't feel like listening to logic. She had to
see him. If not to tell him about these urgent developments, but to finally feel satisfied for
the first time in years.

Reina wrenched the steering wheel, pulling the car into a u-turn as she commanded
her on-board computer, "New destination: Reiji, Takayama."

****
Tanaka woke in a sweat, panting, a sudden ache in her leg muscles shooting through
her, causing a slight groan to spill from her gritted teeth.

"...who said that?"

Tanaka spoke into the empty room, certain that someone had spoken to her.

"What is this?! Who are you?"

Tanaka stood from her bed, the ache from her legs causing her to slump to the
ground.

"Stop! How do you know all this?"

Tanaka told herself not to worry, this was natural. Her body wasn't ready for such a
sudden change, but eventually she would become something new, something better.

"What do you mean, better? Wait...Am I taller?"

Good girl, Tanaka, she thought, the slight increase in height making the room feel a
little smaller. Tanaka was outgrowing her surroundings, and there was only more to come.

"Who...I can't...I don't understand."

I'm in charge now, Tanaka thought. And Tanaka realized that soon there would be no
more resistence, only growth...for me....for us.

"For us," Tanaka said to the presence inside her.

Tanaka's awareness of her body had increased since her queen helped her awaken,
and her queen wanted to see Tanaka grow. She wanted the little woman to grow into
something strong, something her queen approved of.

"My queen...".

Yes, Tanaka...she thought, as the precious steel enveloped us. It didn't grow to the
lengths it had the night before, but without stimulation the cloneblade had never grown
from just Tanaka's will alone.

"We're going to show them." Tanaka said, as she marveled at the blade forming
around her forearm.

We will, we thought.

"And my queen will be all mine."

Our queen will be all ours.