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Chapter 4

*Sexual Content. Discretion is advised.*

Reina became aware of how still she'd been sitting, and how long she'd been staring off into space, as she collected herself in her office, taking in a deep breath.
Taking a sip of coffe, Reina's brown eyes glared back up at Shiori's feed.
She was gone.
Reina spilled a bit of her coffee down her chin as she leaned forward to place the mug down on the curved, steel desk in front of her.

Her hand reached of its own accord to the camera controls, her eyes glued to the monitor. She jerked the joystick around, the camera not responding quick enough for her liking, and as the black and white image panned down to the south corner of the room, Reina sat back as she saw Shiori rushing back into view. The doctor was relieved at first, until she realized Shiori looked to be fumbling to close her robe, moving very quickly back to her bed along the north wall. Reina could only see the woman's back as she slid under her covers, and curled into a ball.

Her recorder clicked as Reina pressed down the "record" button.
"Sunday, April 27th, 8:00 p.m. Shiori had an outburst today, and featured noticeable physical developments. Those are detailed in today's report. At the end of the day Shiori had began acting strangely alone in her room. I observed her from my office, as she seemed to be deliberately avoiding the camera in the south corner. I need to keep an eye on her and see how her behavior changes within the next few days."

Reina clicked the "record" button again, cutting this evening's report off. Deciding to end her day early, the doctor removed her plate from her desk, and grabbed her personal belongings from underneath it. She hung her labcoat on the hook by the door, and as she was about to leave, she realized she'd left the display over her desk on. It being the only light source in the room, she'd felt she needed it to get around, but now it was time to shut everything down for the night, since Security would keep an eye on things while she was at home.
Reina reached for the power button on her computer, and took one last look at Shiori's feed, and noticed the young woman's gaze had quickly jumped away from looking directly in the camera's lens, as she curled back up in her bed, back facing the doctor.

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Chapter 5
Saturday, April 26th, one day before Patient 18's outburst.

As the new nurse slowly guided her down the hall to the exit, Tanaka knew this was the day that would change everything. Something had begun to build inside her long ago, and resistence was no longer possible. She felt the young nurse's hands through her robe, lightly clutched around her bicep, and gently pushing the small of her back. Tanaka could barely see Sarah's head through her own black, wild locks that hung all around her face. But she heard her voice, which hadn't really stopped since the nurse had begun working at the institute.

"Alright darling, we're almost out! I love Saturdays. I'm sure y'all love them too. I mean we nurses get to go home most nights, but you girls only get to see the outside once a week! Well, I will say it's nice for us too, cause we don't get to see the sun that much. Ah! And it's so nice out today! Couldn't ask for a better Saturday, huh? Lets see if we can get you active today, but if not, no problem. Whatever you feel like doing is ok by me, you understand? Ok, and lets see, there's Doctor Soho with the rest of the girls. You want to go see them? It looks like she's speaking with them individually, maybe she'll ask you some questions? Is that ok?"

Tanaka had begun to appreciate the constant sound from Sarah; helped drown out the din in her own mind. But today, there was no stopping it. Tanaka had surrendered to what was inside her. Ever since she'd woken up, the young woman felt like she was at the top of a roller-coaster hill, like the one's she and Lynn would ride in her earlier life. And this feeling led her to accept that she was out of control, that her body acted of it's own volition, and no matter what, it would get what it wanted.
What it needed.
The fresh cut grass, the warm spring breeze, all of the scents that breeze brought were drowned out by what plagued her at every communal time: the scent of patient 18.
Her queen.
Tanaka crained her head, her black strands of hair falling back off her face, and saw the beautiful brunette, exercizing with the others.
"Hey!" Sarah exclaimed quietly to Tanaka, "That looks fun right? You want to join in? I think it'll help alot, they say that exercise is one of....."
Tanaka ignored the rest of what Sarah had to say, and stood tall for what felt like the first time in months.
She began to walk free of Sarah's grasp, confidently, toward the group. Toward her queen.

Tanaka could feel it, the drop. The car she was in had begun to drop down the hill, setting in motion something that couldn't be stopped. She heard Sarah quietly whispering "No, no, no..." trying to get her back under control, but Tanaka remembered her strength, her rock-solid enhanced muscular build, flow through Sarah's grip, like nothing had stood in her way at all. All muscle and bone, and pale skin, Tanaka heard her knees and joints clicking, popping as her body assumed a posture that ultimately felt right, strong, after months of lying curled in her bed, and walking like a geriatric, elderly woman.

She could feel the other ladies acknowledge her approach, as they broke slightly from their jumping jacks to wave, some clapping quietly, until Dr. Soho calmly guided them back to the exercise. Among the fit, playful young women was her queen, who had barely noticed, but had given one glance to the short, dark haired young woman.
But that was all she needed. Acknowledgement. She existed. Her queen knew it, now. And when this portion of the exericise had concluded, and the Doctor instructed the women to pair up for isometric stretches, Tanaka made her move.
The girls all glanced around at one another, pairing off. Tanaka had gotten so close to her queen, not letting her gaze slip from her objective. From her destiny.
She grabbed the young brunette's hand, and felt her slightly pull away out of surprise. But Tanaka had surrendered to her own body, and the feel of her queen's palm clutched in her own sent waves of eletricity up her arm. It injected her heart with something frightening and exciting and empowering causing her blood to pump faster to keep up with her body's demands.
This all began to frighten Tanaka, but something inside her knew that was the old Tanaka trying to protect herself. What had taken over, demanded more of the young woman, knew better, and knew that this was completely right.
Completion.
That was what had begun to form inside her. Like unmatched puzzle pieces that had been jammed together for so long, suddenly shaping, and fitting together, forming an image that had been there all along, but had been obscured.
Her queen's brow furrowed in confusion, as the rest of the girls had begun their stretches. Tanaka squeezed harder, showing her strength, proving to her queen what made her special; what made her worthy.
The woman's grey eyes looked down at the two ladies' hands, clutched together, both their cloneblade bracelets glinting in the sun, and no longer pulled to get away.
Instead, she squeezed back, while simultaneously pushing Tanaka's hand back into her own belly. There was a slight smile on her queen's face, and an intensity in her eyes as she responded to Tanaka's stength.
The two fought, and loved the challenge, which seemed like a simple handshake to the rest of the girls, but as Tanaka felt the rush in her pelvis, and her breath hitch in excitement, she noticed the figure of the Doctor approach from the side of her queen's head.
"Alright ladies, lets begin the stretches please. Please begin in wide second."
Her queen turned to ackowledge the doctor, nodding, Tanaka noticing the absolute perfection of her queen's profile, her sculpted jaw-line , her long lashes blinking as she nodded to the doctor, her adorable cropped-short brown hair jostling slightly as she did. But Tanaka never broke her stare from her queen, who was the only being she needed permission from.

The doctor left, and the two were alone again, as they sat, still facing one another. Tanaka had begun to notice her queen's body, after focusing so intently on her face. Her form-fitting athletic pants that had been given to each patient at the institue. Her lightly fitting jersey-like, short-sleeved blue shirt that slightly collected around her perfect chest. The sleeves tight around her toned shoulders and upper arms.
Tanaka finally realized she had been silently looking her love up and down, was when her queen opened her legs, wide, each foot pointing away from her center, forming a line at almost 180 degrees.
She reached her hands out to Tanaka, who took them without a second thought. She began pulling her queen toward her, hard, and the brunette flopped to the ground, and grunted, then giggled into the ground.
Letting go of Tanaka's hands and sitting back up, the woman giggled again, saying, "Don't pull so hard, go slow."
"Oh my god", Tanaka said, out loud, without meaning to.
Her queen arched an eyebrow.
"I mean....I'm sorry." Tanaka recovered from hearing her queen speak to her.
The young woman pulled lightly, this time, allowing her to focus on her queen stretch perfectly down, toward her. Tanaka sat cross legged, pulling her queen's torso forward and down, as she stretched foward into Tanaka's lap. They sat in that pose for ten seconds. Tanaka was in beautiful agony, wanting to collapse the whole stretch and allow the queen into herself.
But before she could act, the brunette goddess sat back up, adjusting from her position, and presenting her hands to Tanaka, a questioning look on her face as she awaited Tanaka's grip.
It was her turn, but Tanaka simply grabbed her queen's hands, feeling the sweet electricty run through her whole body, from the touch. And she began to pull her queen toward her, hard, out of instict.
"OH!" The woman grunted as she was unexpectly pulled closer to Tanaka, but once she'd realized the force pulling her in, her queen began to fight back, twisting Tanaka's arms, trying to force her to the ground, their silver braclet's rubbing against one another.
"Do you not want to stretch?!" The brunette gritted out in effort as the two wrestled with one another's grips.
"Because I am definitely going to take you down during free period," gritted her queen through clenched teeth.
"Yesss" hummed Tanaka, excited by the prospect. She needed to be alone with her queen, to explore the depths of her majesty, to show how strong and worthy she was....and how powerful her queen could become.
Tanaka released her grip, and seperated herself from the stretch, standing and adjusting her dirty robe. She hadn't prepared for exercise by dressing in the athletic wear. She hadn't worn the stuff in over a year. Not since her body began it's changes, and Tanaka found herself wanting to be alone more and more.

She reached her hand down to her queen, helping her up. Tanaka saw that they would soon have the opportunity to be alone, together. So she allowed the remainder of the exercises to continue, without interrupting her queen. As she stood against the concrete wall, in the shade, Tanaka realized it would be best not to make a scene in front of the Doctor. She watched the girls continue their exercises in the sun, exhibiting impressive determination and stamina, whiping sweat from their brows, adjusting their athelticwear, some removing their shirts entirely. Tanaka noticed their hair began to dampen on the tops of their heads, clinging to their skin, their elegent necks. Her queen's body reflected the sunlight, brightening the air around her. She was practically glowing. From time to time, she would even glance over at Tanaka, a smile flicking across her lips as she did. This excited the dark haired girl in the shade even more, as she adjusted her robe, feeling sweat collect at the small of her back.

She could smell her queen from across the lawn. The aroma she emitted was potent, dark, sweet, and now that Tanaka had begun to surrender herself, she felt no need to supress the wicked thoughts that invaded her mind while watching her queen. And soon she'd make them a reality. Her breathing began to pick up, as she slightly opened her mouth, her lids began to droop. Tanaka began to brush aside part of her robe, making room to make contact with her chest. Little beads of sweat had begun to form, as Tanaka lightly brushed her skin, her eyes locked onto her queen.
And now was the time.
The Doctor had blown the whistle.
The dozen and a half young women all relaxed from their squats, some falling into deep stretches, others hunched over, hands resting on their knees as they let their sweaty heads fall.
Her queen stood, hands interlocked on top of her beautiful chocolate brown hair, breathing quickly. The winded brunette stole a glance over to Tanaka, noticing the dark-haired little woman staring directly back, hand hidden inside the chest of her robe. Her eyes widened as she noticed Tanaka's behavior, as Doctor Soho's voice echoed, "Free time!"
And with that, Tanaka broke from her stupor and charged over to her queen, who was enthusastic to learn more about this shy girl who exhibited such strength. The two met, seperately from the rest of the girls who toweled themselves off.
"You ready?" The brown-haired girl challenged.
"Come with me." Whispered Tanaka, not really answering her queen's question, as she grabbed her hand and guided her away from the group.
"I'm Shiori, by the way," her queen said cheerily, as she ran a towel around her neck, and over her forehead.
"So that's the name they gave you." Tanaka inferred.
Shiori's brow furrowed at that statement.
"You don't remember much of what happened before you came here, do you?" asked Tanaka, her voice low.
Her queen removed her shirt, her bracelet slightly catching on the light-weight material, and now bore her incredible skin to Tanaka. A slight sun burn created lines on her queen's skin seperating what her queen showed the rest of the girls, and what she was now showing Tanaka.
"Well, I've been here six years...." Shiori paused. "But, no. Doctor said a side effect of the supplements would be eventual, early-memory loss. Regardless, we're meant to forget our life before here."
"I remember."
Shiori's surprised reaction excited Tanaka.
"I'm not sure we should be talking about this. We're not supposed to share what we talk to Doctor about."
"You don't have to share anything with me. I can do all the talking," Tanaka offered to her queen.
Shiori shifted her stance, taking a moment to look back toward where the rest of the girls were, realizing the two of them had walked completely out of the line of sight of the others. Tanaka looked her beautiful queen up and down again, imagining the posibilites that lay before her. She could now see her more clearly in the shade, her skin flushed from exercise, sweat travelling down her abdominal muscles, her obliques flexing as she turned to see if the others were watching the two of them.
Her queen wasn't quite ready, so Tanaka stopped herself from moving down that line of questioning, and decided to take a different route.
"How about we test each other's strength again."
This brought her queen's gaze right back to the two of them.
"Oh yeah, I'd be down for that!"
Good, Tanaka thought.
"Well let me show you something I can do," Tanaka smiled as she stepped closer to her queen, her aroma becoming more present and intoxicating as she approached her destination.
Shiori gasped, as Tanaka grabbed the young woman's waist, and slowly began to lift with barely a sign of struggle.
Arms straight out in front of her, back straight, legs locked, Tanaka lifted her queen higher in front of her, beholding her beauty gazing back down at her. Tanaka's curtain of black hair fell back behind her as she looked up, feeling immense pride as her queen gasped in awe at her strength.
"Ok, Ok, wow! You can put me down now!"
Tanaka lowered her queen to the ground. Once she released her queen, she stood, awaiting to hear her response.
"I thought I was strong, but wow. I had no idea someone with your....build... could pick me up like that. That was incredible!"
"You can hit me if you want."
Her queen let out a single "Ha!" at that, and looked at Tanaka incredulously.
"Are you serious?"
"Absolutely, I can take it. I promise."
"Ok.....but in the stomach, yeah?"
Tanaka smiled. "Sure."
Shiori assumed her ready stance, and launched a quick, solid straight punch directly to Tanaka's abdomen.
Her queen was stopped by the wall of Tanaka's abdomen.
At this, Shiori looked puzzled. Tanaka hadn't moved an inch.
Shiori punched again. Tanaka laughed a bit, to herself, realizing it had been a long time since she'd laughed.
"This is incredible." Shiori whispered to herself.
"Hearing you say that..." Tanaka grabbed Shiori's hand that still rested against her belly, "makes me happier than you could possibly know."
"Well, it's true!" Shiori smiled, as she took her other hand and reached for Tanaka's bicep, squeezing hard.
"Your muscles are rock solid. I've barely seen you exercise, how is that possible?" Shiori ended with a chuckle.
"Is there something else I can do to show you?"
"Show me what?"
"How strong I am."
"Hmmm..." Shiori was still astounded by Tanaka's demonstrations of strength.
"Or perhaps you'd like to show me your strength?" Tanaka posited.
"Oh! Yeah, totally," Shiori said, as she reached around Tanaka's middle to lift her into the air.
Tanaka was overjoyed as she looked down at her queen, who easily lift her into the air, although she needed to bend and rear back to lift the small woman against her own body.
"There, see?"
"You're very strong, my q....Shiori."
The two stood in that position for a moment, Tanaka looking down at her beloved, Shiori finally getting a good glimpse of the dark-haird girl's face as she held her body against her own.
Finally, Shiori lowered Tanaka to the ground, and said, "Your'e actually very beautiful. I've never seen you up close like this before....and I realize now,I don't know your name," Shiori giggled, embarrassed.
Tanaka's heart soared at the complement, and remembering tokeep away from discussing their lives before the institute, the dark-haired girl simply responded, "Tanaka."
"Well. Like I said, Tanaka, you're very beautiful. You should come out more often; get to meet the rest of the girls."
Tanaka felt a smile creep across her thin lips. "I've only really wanted to meet you, Shiori."
"Me? What's so special about me?" Shiori half-laughed, taken aback.
"There is so much that's special about you. I've been watching you a long time. I've noticed how strong you are, how determined and hungry you are for improvement--for growth."
"Really?"
"Yes....and what if I told you that you could become something that those girls over there could only dream of? Something that I know, you probably dream of as well?"
Shiori stood silently, confusion furrowing her brow again. This quiet girl had continued to surprise her this afternoon.
"Here. I'll show you," Tanaka looked down at her wrist, at her bracelet.
It was time. Her heart thrummed with blood, with energy that began to seep through her muscles.
"It's all because of this," Tanaka raised her arm between the two of them, indicating her silver bracelet.
"And you..." Tanaka reached for Shiori's bracelet clad wrist, "have the same potential. No. A greater potential than I could ever reach."
Their hands touched, Tanaka now breathing deeply, her skin becoming covered in goosebumps.
Shiori looked down at the short girl standing in front of her, and then at her own bracelet, which was being lightly stroked by Tanaka.
"This? I thought this was something they had just given us for performing well lately."
"I've had mine for longer than you, and I can tell you it is far more than that. I've only begun to tap into it's potential. I lie in bed, for most of my days, testing it. Exploring my body," Tanaka's breath hitched, slight aprehension taking hold. "....stimulating myself."
Shiori shook her head at that, "Oh wow, Tanaka," She giggled again, slightly embarrassed.
"You know we're not supposed to engage in that sort of thing," Shiori's instructed, her voice, now lowered.
Tanaka huffed, "Strange how they expect us to grow at all, without understanding our own bodies."
It was here that Tanaka released her grip on Shiori. And slightly stepped back, creating a meter of space between the two of them.
"I...." Tanaka hesitated, but only outwardly. Inside, she knew exactly how to proceed. She wanted to make her queen feel comfortable. "I like you, Shiori." Tanaka looked down, slightly.
"Thanks....I like you too, Tanaka." Shiori smiled slightly, unsure of where this was going.
Tanaka, still looking down, smiled without letting her queen see.
"Cool.....then......could I show you something? And promise you won't run away?"
"Umm....sure", Shiori responded, still wary about where this quiet girl planned to take things.
Tanaka was ready. Her heart was pounding, her blood flowing at light speed, her throat clenching in excitement, her mouth growing dry.
Her hand shook as she reached for the tie of her robe, and pulled to undo the knot.
The robe decended, hanging straight down her body, held up only by her bony shoulders. A sliver of her bare body was now exposed to her glorious queen, who stood silently, watching Tanaka. This urged the dark-haired girl to continue.
"I," she exhaled as she reached with her right hand to brush the exposed flesh between the two halves of her robe.
"I...want to show you....what you could become, my....my....uh!" It felt incredible to do this in front of her queen. Every day she had hidden her explorations. Ashamed. Inhibiting what her body was capable of. She hid from the thoughts that had entered her mind, from the changes her body had undergone since the administration of the bracelet. Of the cloneblade.
"T....Tanaka?" Shiori whispered, stepping back slightly, "I'm not sure...I...." And it was then that Shiori noticed something happening to the girl.
What had once been an elegent, ornate bracelet around Tanaka's bony wrist, had now changed to reveal a sharp edge that seemed to grow straight from the center of the steel band. It grew a centimeter at a time, and when Tanaka moaned with an intense wave of pleasure, the steel extended dramatically with a grinding crunch.
"Oh my....Tanaka, your wrist...your..your bracelet!"
"Yessss...." Tanaka groaned as her free hand ceased brushing her breast, and shot down to rub the skin around her pelvis. "Uh!" she exhaled as her head fell back, the sharp steel growing from her bracelet now ran the length of her forearm, forming a curved blade.
"All the supplements..." Tanaka sighed through strained panting, "all the strength training....it helped....prepare us...you and I, Shiori...for....for this!" The metal from the bracelet began to form scale-like plates around Tanaka's hand, and palm. "But...until we explored the insatiable urges inside us.....we....uh!....we....could never achieve...MORE!" Tanaka's hand was now completely wrapped in shining, steel scales as the jewel from the center of her bracelet expelled a shining, white light.
Tanaka knew that she had shown enough, and as she opened her eyes, she was overjoyed to see Shiori, her queen, her goddess, standing before her, lips parted, eyes fixed on Tanaka's body.
Tanaka heaved a sigh, and now that her transformation had reached this point, her eyes flashed wildly, as she turned with impossible speed to launch her iron fist into the concrete wall that stood to her right. Her fist smashed right through the stone, with a crash, leaving the brick with a hole where her arm remained, and with a vicious grunt, she retracted her arm from the block, dust flying out from the wall where she had made the hole.
Tanaka shook the dust from her fist as she glanced back at Shiori, who now stood in awe at the demonstration. The dark-haired girl smiled, giggling a low, sultry giggle to herself as she decided to fill the silence.
"This is all I'm capable of so far, with my own exploration. My body is.....inadequate. For so long there have been emotional walls up inside me, preventing me from indulging. From giving in to this power. Not only that, my body is frail. Inadequate for true growth. But you, my.....you, Shiori. I believe you are special. And you are the only other one of us who bares this," Tanaka held up her bracelet, now a stunning, arcane-looking blade running back and forth across a steel fist.
"I.....you're incredible, Tanaka. I had no idea."
This was incredible, indeed, thought Tanaka as she stepped closer to her queen once more, her robe gently parting in the breeze, billowing behind her, revealing herself competely. And now she would do what she brought the two of them back here for.
"I'm glad you think so, Shiori. But now..." Tanaka closed the distance between her and her queen, whose body gleamed back at her, in nothing but a sports bra and athletic pants. And her beautiful cloneblade. "Now.....I am going to show you how you can achieve this, and even more."
Tanaka was now inches apart from the beauty before her, her eyeline reaching her love's collarbone as she titled her head upward with lidded eyes.
There was hesitation in Shiori's eyes as she looked down at the marvelous young woman in front of her. Strands of her black hair stuck to her face, while the rest of it fell back as she looked up at Shiori. Tanaka's iron hand, acting with a will of it's own slowly reached to grasp Shiori's bare waist.
Shiori laid her hand on top of the steel gauntlet, unsure of whether to push it away, or to leave it there. But once Tanaka's grip tightened, and Shiori felt the unbelievable hidden strength in that grasp, there were no more decisions to be made.
"Your....power..." Shiori muttured on an exhale, "....I want it...."
Tanaka grinned widely as she noticed the change in her queen. She recognized that look on her face. It was exactly what Tanaka herself had experienced when she first realized her own potential.
Shiori's hand remained on Tanaka's which clutched her queen's hip. Tanaka noticed Shiori's free hand reach up and weave it's way into her dark black hair.
Her queen's lips parted, her wet ,warm breath washed over her face, as Tanaka leaned up to taste her beloved's sweet mouth.
Their lips connected. Tanaka had never been this close to someone before. She'd never felt the warmth of someone's lips on her own. It was so much ecstacy to take in at once. She felt her queen's nose brush against her own, her breath escaping her nostrils brushed, and tickled her own cheeks, while the sweetness of her queen's mouth spilled onto Tanaka's lips.
Like sweet water.
"Mmm..." Tanaka murmured a high pitched, quick moan into her queen's kiss.
Shiori sucked on Tanaka's bottom lip, then her top, and the brunette's lips parted even more to open her mouth to the short woman in front of her.
Tanaka felt her queen's tongue press into her teeth, and Tanaka opened more to allow it in, feeling another woman's tongue, her queen's tongue, enter her mouth and begin to caress her own.
Her queen's hands began to grab at her bony shoulders, then enveloped her upper back, pulling Tanaka closer to her, while Tanaka's continued to explore her queen's mouth, her own tongue sweeping out and brushing Shiori's teeth as she slid into her beloved's mouth.
Tanaka had no idea where to put her hands, but felt them reach down of their own accord for her queen's bottom. No...her ass, she thought to herself, no longer prohibiting those thoughts.
It was tight, and yet the flesh felt supple, womanly. Unlike Tanaka's bony, hard body her queen was ripe for growth and development, the thought of which made Tanaka squeeze the muscular glutes underneath her hands, and instinctively pull them closer. Shiori responded to this new agression from Tanaka by grabbing the girl around her waist, and lifting her up, Tanaka's legs clumsily wrapping around Shiori's middle as the tall brunette carried this powerful, beautiful young woman to the concrete wall she'd previously smashed her fist through, and slammed her back up against it, their mouths crushing into each other even harder from the motion.
Shiori moved past Tanaka's mouth as she rubbed her face along her lover's cheek, hearing a deep moan eminate from the girl's chest and throat. Shiori kissed and sucked Tanaka's neck, and felt the girl return the behavior in kind.
Tanaka took a breath to groan, "You taste so good, my queen."
At that, Shiori lowered down to her knees with Tanaka still wrapped around her upper body, the dark-haired woman's pelvis rubbing against Shiori's exposed abdomen, the two adjusting to lie down on the warm grass. Tanaka landed on top of Shiori, now straddling her, glaring down with wild eyes and parted lips.
"I haven't..felt like this...," Shiori thought for a moment, "...ever" she giggled as Tanaka purred through her vicious smile. The woman's hand had reached down into Shiori's light, athletic-wear pants.
Wasting no time, Tanaka reached into her queen's pants, which gave little resistance, and discovered Shiori was wearing nothing underneath. "Yessss" she gritted out, as she firmly grasped her queen's warm sex. Her love's breath had picked up, her chest rising and falling quickly under her sports bra, her head cocked low as she stared down at Tanaka, confusion mixed with curiosity and lust etched into her features.
Tanaka stroked between the top of her lover's labia, lightly tapping and caressing the shifting skin under her fingertip.
"I...." Shiori gasped,"...How?!....oh wow..." Her queen was learning a lot, Tanaka could see, leaning down with hand still in place, to kiss her queen on her hot, panting mouth.
Shiori groaned into Tanaka's mouth as it enveloped her own, lacking grace, completely animal.
Shiori murmured through kisses and moans, "How...How do you know how...?" the words obscured by her lovers lips meshing against her own.
Tanaka pulled back sharply, "I only know what has worked for me, what I've done myself. I wanted to share it with you. Do you like it?"
"It....it kind of aches," Shiori studdered, but when Tanaka lightly squeezed the tight bud hidden between her folds, an unexpected, "Yessss..." issued from deep in Shiori, as her hands clawed the grass beneath her.
"Good" Tanaka said simply, as she ceased brushing the space between her queen's labia, and guided the tip of her finger into the wet entrance below.
"Uh!....mmmm" Shiori exclaimed and hummed, her breath hitching, muscles contracting as her body began to understand what was happening to her.
"Shiori!" a voice called.
Shiori, jerked to a sitting position, and ripped Tanaka's hand away from her pants, gasping as she scooted away in the grass, clamoring to stand.
Adjusting her pants and grabbing her shirt from the ground, Shiori sucked in soothing breaths through her mouth, clearing her throat as patient ten cleared the corner of the building that the two ladies had been hiding behind.
The muscular blonde stopped her jog immediately as she noticed Tanaka sitting on the grass, hair obscuring her face, looking down at the ground.
Ten lingered on Tanaka briefly, before turning her gaze to Shiori. "We're going inside. What are you doing back here?"
"Nothing," Shiori said quickly, barely looking down at Tanaka. "Just wrestling. I creamed her, if I do say so" Shiori giggled.
Tanaka began to stand, noticing her robe was still open, quickly wrapping the two halves around her as she stood, folding her blade and guantlet inside the soft cotton, wrapping her free hand over her chest.
"Oh...alright. Nice work." Patient ten complemented Shiori, ushering her to join the rest of the group as they re-entered the institute for lunch.
Shiori nodded as she flung her shirt over her head, and ran to Ten's side, clearing the corner of the building and running out of Tanaka's sight without a second look.
The adrenaline coursing through Tanaka's blood kept her heart pounding, her breath still rushing in and out of her lungs, as she crept to the corner of the concrete building to watch her queen walk away.
Tanaka's blade began to retract, the steel that encased her palm giving way to her bony, pale hands. Her queen's hips swung from side to side as she walked with the bulky blonde, and Tanaka noticed her queen's glorious, sweet aroma lingered on her own hand that clutched the concrete corner of the building.
Among the group of fit, young patients, stood Sarah, whose head swung around in a panic, when her eyes squinted in Tanaka's direction.
Tanaka quickly retreated behind the wall, clutching her hand that smelled like heaven, savoring the moment before Sarah came to take her back.
But there was no going back.
Everything had changed. Her queen had tasted the ecstacy, had begun to explore what her body was capable of. And as Sarah's voice echoed, drawing closer and closer as she called out to Tanaka, the dark haired girl drew her hand to her face and smelled her queen, sucking the lightly glistening tip of her finger.
The incredible taste flooded her lips, her tounge, and then plummeted deep into her core, an indescribably strong force sending a shockwave through Tanaka's skin, through her very bone.
She doubled over, clutching her stomach, grinding out a raw moan through clenched teeth. Her eyes flew open, and involuntarily slammed her bare fist back against the concrete wall. Tanaka forced herself to stand erect, as she felt a new energy spreading through her.
Sarah rounded the corner, and Tanaka continued to pant through her nose, jaw tense, lips now closed.
"Heyyy..." the nurse sang gently to her patient, reaching to escort Tanaka back to her room, where lunch would be delivered to her. All alone. On Saturdays the girls got to eat their real food, together, while Tanaka had preferred to eat alone.
But now, as she shuddered in ecstacy, all the dark-haired girl wanted was to be near her queen.
Sarah wrapped her arm around the small of Tanaka's back and walked her away from where Tanaka and her beautiful goddess had begun their evolution. As she walked, Tanaka glanced back at the wall she'd been standing against.
There was a significant, cracked indentation where her fist had just been.
Tanaka gasped, and looked in front of her, eyes filled with joy.

This was a new development.

Description
Chapter 4

*Sexual Content. Discretion is advised.*

Reina became aware of how still she'd been sitting, and how long she'd been staring off into space, as she collected herself in her office, taking in a deep breath.
Taking a sip of coffe, Reina's brown eyes glared back up at Shiori's feed.
She was gone.
Reina spilled a bit of her coffee down her chin as she leaned forward to place the mug down on the curved, steel desk in front of her.

Her hand reached of its own accord to the camera controls, her eyes glued to the monitor. She jerked the joystick around, the camera not responding quick enough for her liking, and as the black and white image panned down to the south corner of the room, Reina sat back as she saw Shiori rushing back into view. The doctor was relieved at first, until she realized Shiori looked to be fumbling to close her robe, moving very quickly back to her bed along the north wall. Reina could only see the woman's back as she slid under her covers, and curled into a ball.

Her recorder clicked as Reina pressed down the "record" button.
"Sunday, April 27th, 8:00 p.m. Shiori had an outburst today, and featured noticeable physical developments. Those are detailed in today's report. At the end of the day Shiori had began acting strangely alone in her room. I observed her from my office, as she seemed to be deliberately avoiding the camera in the south corner. I need to keep an eye on her and see how her behavior changes within the next few days."

Reina clicked the "record" button again, cutting this evening's report off. Deciding to end her day early, the doctor removed her plate from her desk, and grabbed her personal belongings from underneath it. She hung her labcoat on the hook by the door, and as she was about to leave, she realized she'd left the display over her desk on. It being the only light source in the room, she'd felt she needed it to get around, but now it was time to shut everything down for the night, since Security would keep an eye on things while she was at home.
Reina reached for the power button on her computer, and took one last look at Shiori's feed, and noticed the young woman's gaze had quickly jumped away from looking directly in the camera's lens, as she curled back up in her bed, back facing the doctor.

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Chapter 5
Saturday, April 26th, one day before Patient 18's outburst.

As the new nurse slowly guided her down the hall to the exit, Tanaka knew this was the day that would change everything. Something had begun to build inside her long ago, and resistence was no longer possible. She felt the young nurse's hands through her robe, lightly clutched around her bicep, and gently pushing the small of her back. Tanaka could barely see Sarah's head through her own black, wild locks that hung all around her face. But she heard her voice, which hadn't really stopped since the nurse had begun working at the institute.

"Alright darling, we're almost out! I love Saturdays. I'm sure y'all love them too. I mean we nurses get to go home most nights, but you girls only get to see the outside once a week! Well, I will say it's nice for us too, cause we don't get to see the sun that much. Ah! And it's so nice out today! Couldn't ask for a better Saturday, huh? Lets see if we can get you active today, but if not, no problem. Whatever you feel like doing is ok by me, you understand? Ok, and lets see, there's Doctor Soho with the rest of the girls. You want to go see them? It looks like she's speaking with them individually, maybe she'll ask you some questions? Is that ok?"

Tanaka had begun to appreciate the constant sound from Sarah; helped drown out the din in her own mind. But today, there was no stopping it. Tanaka had surrendered to what was inside her. Ever since she'd woken up, the young woman felt like she was at the top of a roller-coaster hill, like the one's she and Lynn would ride in her earlier life. And this feeling led her to accept that she was out of control, that her body acted of it's own volition, and no matter what, it would get what it wanted.
What it needed.
The fresh cut grass, the warm spring breeze, all of the scents that breeze brought were drowned out by what plagued her at every communal time: the scent of patient 18.
Her queen.
Tanaka crained her head, her black strands of hair falling back off her face, and saw the beautiful brunette, exercizing with the others.
"Hey!" Sarah exclaimed quietly to Tanaka, "That looks fun right? You want to join in? I think it'll help alot, they say that exercise is one of....."
Tanaka ignored the rest of what Sarah had to say, and stood tall for what felt like the first time in months.
She began to walk free of Sarah's grasp, confidently, toward the group. Toward her queen.

Tanaka could feel it, the drop. The car she was in had begun to drop down the hill, setting in motion something that couldn't be stopped. She heard Sarah quietly whispering "No, no, no..." trying to get her back under control, but Tanaka remembered her strength, her rock-solid enhanced muscular build, flow through Sarah's grip, like nothing had stood in her way at all. All muscle and bone, and pale skin, Tanaka heard her knees and joints clicking, popping as her body assumed a posture that ultimately felt right, strong, after months of lying curled in her bed, and walking like a geriatric, elderly woman.

She could feel the other ladies acknowledge her approach, as they broke slightly from their jumping jacks to wave, some clapping quietly, until Dr. Soho calmly guided them back to the exercise. Among the fit, playful young women was her queen, who had barely noticed, but had given one glance to the short, dark haired young woman.
But that was all she needed. Acknowledgement. She existed. Her queen knew it, now. And when this portion of the exericise had concluded, and the Doctor instructed the women to pair up for isometric stretches, Tanaka made her move.
The girls all glanced around at one another, pairing off. Tanaka had gotten so close to her queen, not letting her gaze slip from her objective. From her destiny.
She grabbed the young brunette's hand, and felt her slightly pull away out of surprise. But Tanaka had surrendered to her own body, and the feel of her queen's palm clutched in her own sent waves of eletricity up her arm. It injected her heart with something frightening and exciting and empowering causing her blood to pump faster to keep up with her body's demands.
This all began to frighten Tanaka, but something inside her knew that was the old Tanaka trying to protect herself. What had taken over, demanded more of the young woman, knew better, and knew that this was completely right.
Completion.
That was what had begun to form inside her. Like unmatched puzzle pieces that had been jammed together for so long, suddenly shaping, and fitting together, forming an image that had been there all along, but had been obscured.
Her queen's brow furrowed in confusion, as the rest of the girls had begun their stretches. Tanaka squeezed harder, showing her strength, proving to her queen what made her special; what made her worthy.
The woman's grey eyes looked down at the two ladies' hands, clutched together, both their cloneblade bracelets glinting in the sun, and no longer pulled to get away.
Instead, she squeezed back, while simultaneously pushing Tanaka's hand back into her own belly. There was a slight smile on her queen's face, and an intensity in her eyes as she responded to Tanaka's stength.
The two fought, and loved the challenge, which seemed like a simple handshake to the rest of the girls, but as Tanaka felt the rush in her pelvis, and her breath hitch in excitement, she noticed the figure of the Doctor approach from the side of her queen's head.
"Alright ladies, lets begin the stretches please. Please begin in wide second."
Her queen turned to ackowledge the doctor, nodding, Tanaka noticing the absolute perfection of her queen's profile, her sculpted jaw-line , her long lashes blinking as she nodded to the doctor, her adorable cropped-short brown hair jostling slightly as she did. But Tanaka never broke her stare from her queen, who was the only being she needed permission from.

The doctor left, and the two were alone again, as they sat, still facing one another. Tanaka had begun to notice her queen's body, after focusing so intently on her face. Her form-fitting athletic pants that had been given to each patient at the institue. Her lightly fitting jersey-like, short-sleeved blue shirt that slightly collected around her perfect chest. The sleeves tight around her toned shoulders and upper arms.
Tanaka finally realized she had been silently looking her love up and down, was when her queen opened her legs, wide, each foot pointing away from her center, forming a line at almost 180 degrees.
She reached her hands out to Tanaka, who took them without a second thought. She began pulling her queen toward her, hard, and the brunette flopped to the ground, and grunted, then giggled into the ground.
Letting go of Tanaka's hands and sitting back up, the woman giggled again, saying, "Don't pull so hard, go slow."
"Oh my god", Tanaka said, out loud, without meaning to.
Her queen arched an eyebrow.
"I mean....I'm sorry." Tanaka recovered from hearing her queen speak to her.
The young woman pulled lightly, this time, allowing her to focus on her queen stretch perfectly down, toward her. Tanaka sat cross legged, pulling her queen's torso forward and down, as she stretched foward into Tanaka's lap. They sat in that pose for ten seconds. Tanaka was in beautiful agony, wanting to collapse the whole stretch and allow the queen into herself.
But before she could act, the brunette goddess sat back up, adjusting from her position, and presenting her hands to Tanaka, a questioning look on her face as she awaited Tanaka's grip.
It was her turn, but Tanaka simply grabbed her queen's hands, feeling the sweet electricty run through her whole body, from the touch. And she began to pull her queen toward her, hard, out of instict.
"OH!" The woman grunted as she was unexpectly pulled closer to Tanaka, but once she'd realized the force pulling her in, her queen began to fight back, twisting Tanaka's arms, trying to force her to the ground, their silver braclet's rubbing against one another.
"Do you not want to stretch?!" The brunette gritted out in effort as the two wrestled with one another's grips.
"Because I am definitely going to take you down during free period," gritted her queen through clenched teeth.
"Yesss" hummed Tanaka, excited by the prospect. She needed to be alone with her queen, to explore the depths of her majesty, to show how strong and worthy she was....and how powerful her queen could become.
Tanaka released her grip, and seperated herself from the stretch, standing and adjusting her dirty robe. She hadn't prepared for exercise by dressing in the athletic wear. She hadn't worn the stuff in over a year. Not since her body began it's changes, and Tanaka found herself wanting to be alone more and more.

She reached her hand down to her queen, helping her up. Tanaka saw that they would soon have the opportunity to be alone, together. So she allowed the remainder of the exercises to continue, without interrupting her queen. As she stood against the concrete wall, in the shade, Tanaka realized it would be best not to make a scene in front of the Doctor. She watched the girls continue their exercises in the sun, exhibiting impressive determination and stamina, whiping sweat from their brows, adjusting their athelticwear, some removing their shirts entirely. Tanaka noticed their hair began to dampen on the tops of their heads, clinging to their skin, their elegent necks. Her queen's body reflected the sunlight, brightening the air around her. She was practically glowing. From time to time, she would even glance over at Tanaka, a smile flicking across her lips as she did. This excited the dark haired girl in the shade even more, as she adjusted her robe, feeling sweat collect at the small of her back.

She could smell her queen from across the lawn. The aroma she emitted was potent, dark, sweet, and now that Tanaka had begun to surrender herself, she felt no need to supress the wicked thoughts that invaded her mind while watching her queen. And soon she'd make them a reality. Her breathing began to pick up, as she slightly opened her mouth, her lids began to droop. Tanaka began to brush aside part of her robe, making room to make contact with her chest. Little beads of sweat had begun to form, as Tanaka lightly brushed her skin, her eyes locked onto her queen.
And now was the time.
The Doctor had blown the whistle.
The dozen and a half young women all relaxed from their squats, some falling into deep stretches, others hunched over, hands resting on their knees as they let their sweaty heads fall.
Her queen stood, hands interlocked on top of her beautiful chocolate brown hair, breathing quickly. The winded brunette stole a glance over to Tanaka, noticing the dark-haired little woman staring directly back, hand hidden inside the chest of her robe. Her eyes widened as she noticed Tanaka's behavior, as Doctor Soho's voice echoed, "Free time!"
And with that, Tanaka broke from her stupor and charged over to her queen, who was enthusastic to learn more about this shy girl who exhibited such strength. The two met, seperately from the rest of the girls who toweled themselves off.
"You ready?" The brown-haired girl challenged.
"Come with me." Whispered Tanaka, not really answering her queen's question, as she grabbed her hand and guided her away from the group.
"I'm Shiori, by the way," her queen said cheerily, as she ran a towel around her neck, and over her forehead.
"So that's the name they gave you." Tanaka inferred.
Shiori's brow furrowed at that statement.
"You don't remember much of what happened before you came here, do you?" asked Tanaka, her voice low.
Her queen removed her shirt, her bracelet slightly catching on the light-weight material, and now bore her incredible skin to Tanaka. A slight sun burn created lines on her queen's skin seperating what her queen showed the rest of the girls, and what she was now showing Tanaka.
"Well, I've been here six years...." Shiori paused. "But, no. Doctor said a side effect of the supplements would be eventual, early-memory loss. Regardless, we're meant to forget our life before here."
"I remember."
Shiori's surprised reaction excited Tanaka.
"I'm not sure we should be talking about this. We're not supposed to share what we talk to Doctor about."
"You don't have to share anything with me. I can do all the talking," Tanaka offered to her queen.
Shiori shifted her stance, taking a moment to look back toward where the rest of the girls were, realizing the two of them had walked completely out of the line of sight of the others. Tanaka looked her beautiful queen up and down again, imagining the posibilites that lay before her. She could now see her more clearly in the shade, her skin flushed from exercise, sweat travelling down her abdominal muscles, her obliques flexing as she turned to see if the others were watching the two of them.
Her queen wasn't quite ready, so Tanaka stopped herself from moving down that line of questioning, and decided to take a different route.
"How about we test each other's strength again."
This brought her queen's gaze right back to the two of them.
"Oh yeah, I'd be down for that!"
Good, Tanaka thought.
"Well let me show you something I can do," Tanaka smiled as she stepped closer to her queen, her aroma becoming more present and intoxicating as she approached her destination.
Shiori gasped, as Tanaka grabbed the young woman's waist, and slowly began to lift with barely a sign of struggle.
Arms straight out in front of her, back straight, legs locked, Tanaka lifted her queen higher in front of her, beholding her beauty gazing back down at her. Tanaka's curtain of black hair fell back behind her as she looked up, feeling immense pride as her queen gasped in awe at her strength.
"Ok, Ok, wow! You can put me down now!"
Tanaka lowered her queen to the ground. Once she released her queen, she stood, awaiting to hear her response.
"I thought I was strong, but wow. I had no idea someone with your....build... could pick me up like that. That was incredible!"
"You can hit me if you want."
Her queen let out a single "Ha!" at that, and looked at Tanaka incredulously.
"Are you serious?"
"Absolutely, I can take it. I promise."
"Ok.....but in the stomach, yeah?"
Tanaka smiled. "Sure."
Shiori assumed her ready stance, and launched a quick, solid straight punch directly to Tanaka's abdomen.
Her queen was stopped by the wall of Tanaka's abdomen.
At this, Shiori looked puzzled. Tanaka hadn't moved an inch.
Shiori punched again. Tanaka laughed a bit, to herself, realizing it had been a long time since she'd laughed.
"This is incredible." Shiori whispered to herself.
"Hearing you say that..." Tanaka grabbed Shiori's hand that still rested against her belly, "makes me happier than you could possibly know."
"Well, it's true!" Shiori smiled, as she took her other hand and reached for Tanaka's bicep, squeezing hard.
"Your muscles are rock solid. I've barely seen you exercise, how is that possible?" Shiori ended with a chuckle.
"Is there something else I can do to show you?"
"Show me what?"
"How strong I am."
"Hmmm..." Shiori was still astounded by Tanaka's demonstrations of strength.
"Or perhaps you'd like to show me your strength?" Tanaka posited.
"Oh! Yeah, totally," Shiori said, as she reached around Tanaka's middle to lift her into the air.
Tanaka was overjoyed as she looked down at her queen, who easily lift her into the air, although she needed to bend and rear back to lift the small woman against her own body.
"There, see?"
"You're very strong, my q....Shiori."
The two stood in that position for a moment, Tanaka looking down at her beloved, Shiori finally getting a good glimpse of the dark-haird girl's face as she held her body against her own.
Finally, Shiori lowered Tanaka to the ground, and said, "Your'e actually very beautiful. I've never seen you up close like this before....and I realize now,I don't know your name," Shiori giggled, embarrassed.
Tanaka's heart soared at the complement, and remembering tokeep away from discussing their lives before the institute, the dark-haired girl simply responded, "Tanaka."
"Well. Like I said, Tanaka, you're very beautiful. You should come out more often; get to meet the rest of the girls."
Tanaka felt a smile creep across her thin lips. "I've only really wanted to meet you, Shiori."
"Me? What's so special about me?" Shiori half-laughed, taken aback.
"There is so much that's special about you. I've been watching you a long time. I've noticed how strong you are, how determined and hungry you are for improvement--for growth."
"Really?"
"Yes....and what if I told you that you could become something that those girls over there could only dream of? Something that I know, you probably dream of as well?"
Shiori stood silently, confusion furrowing her brow again. This quiet girl had continued to surprise her this afternoon.
"Here. I'll show you," Tanaka looked down at her wrist, at her bracelet.
It was time. Her heart thrummed with blood, with energy that began to seep through her muscles.
"It's all because of this," Tanaka raised her arm between the two of them, indicating her silver bracelet.
"And you..." Tanaka reached for Shiori's bracelet clad wrist, "have the same potential. No. A greater potential than I could ever reach."
Their hands touched, Tanaka now breathing deeply, her skin becoming covered in goosebumps.
Shiori looked down at the short girl standing in front of her, and then at her own bracelet, which was being lightly stroked by Tanaka.
"This? I thought this was something they had just given us for performing well lately."
"I've had mine for longer than you, and I can tell you it is far more than that. I've only begun to tap into it's potential. I lie in bed, for most of my days, testing it. Exploring my body," Tanaka's breath hitched, slight aprehension taking hold. "....stimulating myself."
Shiori shook her head at that, "Oh wow, Tanaka," She giggled again, slightly embarrassed.
"You know we're not supposed to engage in that sort of thing," Shiori's instructed, her voice, now lowered.
Tanaka huffed, "Strange how they expect us to grow at all, without understanding our own bodies."
It was here that Tanaka released her grip on Shiori. And slightly stepped back, creating a meter of space between the two of them.
"I...." Tanaka hesitated, but only outwardly. Inside, she knew exactly how to proceed. She wanted to make her queen feel comfortable. "I like you, Shiori." Tanaka looked down, slightly.
"Thanks....I like you too, Tanaka." Shiori smiled slightly, unsure of where this was going.
Tanaka, still looking down, smiled without letting her queen see.
"Cool.....then......could I show you something? And promise you won't run away?"
"Umm....sure", Shiori responded, still wary about where this quiet girl planned to take things.
Tanaka was ready. Her heart was pounding, her blood flowing at light speed, her throat clenching in excitement, her mouth growing dry.
Her hand shook as she reached for the tie of her robe, and pulled to undo the knot.
The robe decended, hanging straight down her body, held up only by her bony shoulders. A sliver of her bare body was now exposed to her glorious queen, who stood silently, watching Tanaka. This urged the dark-haired girl to continue.
"I," she exhaled as she reached with her right hand to brush the exposed flesh between the two halves of her robe.
"I...want to show you....what you could become, my....my....uh!" It felt incredible to do this in front of her queen. Every day she had hidden her explorations. Ashamed. Inhibiting what her body was capable of. She hid from the thoughts that had entered her mind, from the changes her body had undergone since the administration of the bracelet. Of the cloneblade.
"T....Tanaka?" Shiori whispered, stepping back slightly, "I'm not sure...I...." And it was then that Shiori noticed something happening to the girl.
What had once been an elegent, ornate bracelet around Tanaka's bony wrist, had now changed to reveal a sharp edge that seemed to grow straight from the center of the steel band. It grew a centimeter at a time, and when Tanaka moaned with an intense wave of pleasure, the steel extended dramatically with a grinding crunch.
"Oh my....Tanaka, your wrist...your..your bracelet!"
"Yessss...." Tanaka groaned as her free hand ceased brushing her breast, and shot down to rub the skin around her pelvis. "Uh!" she exhaled as her head fell back, the sharp steel growing from her bracelet now ran the length of her forearm, forming a curved blade.
"All the supplements..." Tanaka sighed through strained panting, "all the strength training....it helped....prepare us...you and I, Shiori...for....for this!" The metal from the bracelet began to form scale-like plates around Tanaka's hand, and palm. "But...until we explored the insatiable urges inside us.....we....uh!....we....could never achieve...MORE!" Tanaka's hand was now completely wrapped in shining, steel scales as the jewel from the center of her bracelet expelled a shining, white light.
Tanaka knew that she had shown enough, and as she opened her eyes, she was overjoyed to see Shiori, her queen, her goddess, standing before her, lips parted, eyes fixed on Tanaka's body.
Tanaka heaved a sigh, and now that her transformation had reached this point, her eyes flashed wildly, as she turned with impossible speed to launch her iron fist into the concrete wall that stood to her right. Her fist smashed right through the stone, with a crash, leaving the brick with a hole where her arm remained, and with a vicious grunt, she retracted her arm from the block, dust flying out from the wall where she had made the hole.
Tanaka shook the dust from her fist as she glanced back at Shiori, who now stood in awe at the demonstration. The dark-haired girl smiled, giggling a low, sultry giggle to herself as she decided to fill the silence.
"This is all I'm capable of so far, with my own exploration. My body is.....inadequate. For so long there have been emotional walls up inside me, preventing me from indulging. From giving in to this power. Not only that, my body is frail. Inadequate for true growth. But you, my.....you, Shiori. I believe you are special. And you are the only other one of us who bares this," Tanaka held up her bracelet, now a stunning, arcane-looking blade running back and forth across a steel fist.
"I.....you're incredible, Tanaka. I had no idea."
This was incredible, indeed, thought Tanaka as she stepped closer to her queen once more, her robe gently parting in the breeze, billowing behind her, revealing herself competely. And now she would do what she brought the two of them back here for.
"I'm glad you think so, Shiori. But now..." Tanaka closed the distance between her and her queen, whose body gleamed back at her, in nothing but a sports bra and athletic pants. And her beautiful cloneblade. "Now.....I am going to show you how you can achieve this, and even more."
Tanaka was now inches apart from the beauty before her, her eyeline reaching her love's collarbone as she titled her head upward with lidded eyes.
There was hesitation in Shiori's eyes as she looked down at the marvelous young woman in front of her. Strands of her black hair stuck to her face, while the rest of it fell back as she looked up at Shiori. Tanaka's iron hand, acting with a will of it's own slowly reached to grasp Shiori's bare waist.
Shiori laid her hand on top of the steel gauntlet, unsure of whether to push it away, or to leave it there. But once Tanaka's grip tightened, and Shiori felt the unbelievable hidden strength in that grasp, there were no more decisions to be made.
"Your....power..." Shiori muttured on an exhale, "....I want it...."
Tanaka grinned widely as she noticed the change in her queen. She recognized that look on her face. It was exactly what Tanaka herself had experienced when she first realized her own potential.
Shiori's hand remained on Tanaka's which clutched her queen's hip. Tanaka noticed Shiori's free hand reach up and weave it's way into her dark black hair.
Her queen's lips parted, her wet ,warm breath washed over her face, as Tanaka leaned up to taste her beloved's sweet mouth.
Their lips connected. Tanaka had never been this close to someone before. She'd never felt the warmth of someone's lips on her own. It was so much ecstacy to take in at once. She felt her queen's nose brush against her own, her breath escaping her nostrils brushed, and tickled her own cheeks, while the sweetness of her queen's mouth spilled onto Tanaka's lips.
Like sweet water.
"Mmm..." Tanaka murmured a high pitched, quick moan into her queen's kiss.
Shiori sucked on Tanaka's bottom lip, then her top, and the brunette's lips parted even more to open her mouth to the short woman in front of her.
Tanaka felt her queen's tongue press into her teeth, and Tanaka opened more to allow it in, feeling another woman's tongue, her queen's tongue, enter her mouth and begin to caress her own.
Her queen's hands began to grab at her bony shoulders, then enveloped her upper back, pulling Tanaka closer to her, while Tanaka's continued to explore her queen's mouth, her own tongue sweeping out and brushing Shiori's teeth as she slid into her beloved's mouth.
Tanaka had no idea where to put her hands, but felt them reach down of their own accord for her queen's bottom. No...her ass, she thought to herself, no longer prohibiting those thoughts.
It was tight, and yet the flesh felt supple, womanly. Unlike Tanaka's bony, hard body her queen was ripe for growth and development, the thought of which made Tanaka squeeze the muscular glutes underneath her hands, and instinctively pull them closer. Shiori responded to this new agression from Tanaka by grabbing the girl around her waist, and lifting her up, Tanaka's legs clumsily wrapping around Shiori's middle as the tall brunette carried this powerful, beautiful young woman to the concrete wall she'd previously smashed her fist through, and slammed her back up against it, their mouths crushing into each other even harder from the motion.
Shiori moved past Tanaka's mouth as she rubbed her face along her lover's cheek, hearing a deep moan eminate from the girl's chest and throat. Shiori kissed and sucked Tanaka's neck, and felt the girl return the behavior in kind.
Tanaka took a breath to groan, "You taste so good, my queen."
At that, Shiori lowered down to her knees with Tanaka still wrapped around her upper body, the dark-haired woman's pelvis rubbing against Shiori's exposed abdomen, the two adjusting to lie down on the warm grass. Tanaka landed on top of Shiori, now straddling her, glaring down with wild eyes and parted lips.
"I haven't..felt like this...," Shiori thought for a moment, "...ever" she giggled as Tanaka purred through her vicious smile. The woman's hand had reached down into Shiori's light, athletic-wear pants.
Wasting no time, Tanaka reached into her queen's pants, which gave little resistance, and discovered Shiori was wearing nothing underneath. "Yessss" she gritted out, as she firmly grasped her queen's warm sex. Her love's breath had picked up, her chest rising and falling quickly under her sports bra, her head cocked low as she stared down at Tanaka, confusion mixed with curiosity and lust etched into her features.
Tanaka stroked between the top of her lover's labia, lightly tapping and caressing the shifting skin under her fingertip.
"I...." Shiori gasped,"...How?!....oh wow..." Her queen was learning a lot, Tanaka could see, leaning down with hand still in place, to kiss her queen on her hot, panting mouth.
Shiori groaned into Tanaka's mouth as it enveloped her own, lacking grace, completely animal.
Shiori murmured through kisses and moans, "How...How do you know how...?" the words obscured by her lovers lips meshing against her own.
Tanaka pulled back sharply, "I only know what has worked for me, what I've done myself. I wanted to share it with you. Do you like it?"
"It....it kind of aches," Shiori studdered, but when Tanaka lightly squeezed the tight bud hidden between her folds, an unexpected, "Yessss..." issued from deep in Shiori, as her hands clawed the grass beneath her.
"Good" Tanaka said simply, as she ceased brushing the space between her queen's labia, and guided the tip of her finger into the wet entrance below.
"Uh!....mmmm" Shiori exclaimed and hummed, her breath hitching, muscles contracting as her body began to understand what was happening to her.
"Shiori!" a voice called.
Shiori, jerked to a sitting position, and ripped Tanaka's hand away from her pants, gasping as she scooted away in the grass, clamoring to stand.
Adjusting her pants and grabbing her shirt from the ground, Shiori sucked in soothing breaths through her mouth, clearing her throat as patient ten cleared the corner of the building that the two ladies had been hiding behind.
The muscular blonde stopped her jog immediately as she noticed Tanaka sitting on the grass, hair obscuring her face, looking down at the ground.
Ten lingered on Tanaka briefly, before turning her gaze to Shiori. "We're going inside. What are you doing back here?"
"Nothing," Shiori said quickly, barely looking down at Tanaka. "Just wrestling. I creamed her, if I do say so" Shiori giggled.
Tanaka began to stand, noticing her robe was still open, quickly wrapping the two halves around her as she stood, folding her blade and guantlet inside the soft cotton, wrapping her free hand over her chest.
"Oh...alright. Nice work." Patient ten complemented Shiori, ushering her to join the rest of the group as they re-entered the institute for lunch.
Shiori nodded as she flung her shirt over her head, and ran to Ten's side, clearing the corner of the building and running out of Tanaka's sight without a second look.
The adrenaline coursing through Tanaka's blood kept her heart pounding, her breath still rushing in and out of her lungs, as she crept to the corner of the concrete building to watch her queen walk away.
Tanaka's blade began to retract, the steel that encased her palm giving way to her bony, pale hands. Her queen's hips swung from side to side as she walked with the bulky blonde, and Tanaka noticed her queen's glorious, sweet aroma lingered on her own hand that clutched the concrete corner of the building.
Among the group of fit, young patients, stood Sarah, whose head swung around in a panic, when her eyes squinted in Tanaka's direction.
Tanaka quickly retreated behind the wall, clutching her hand that smelled like heaven, savoring the moment before Sarah came to take her back.
But there was no going back.
Everything had changed. Her queen had tasted the ecstacy, had begun to explore what her body was capable of. And as Sarah's voice echoed, drawing closer and closer as she called out to Tanaka, the dark haired girl drew her hand to her face and smelled her queen, sucking the lightly glistening tip of her finger.
The incredible taste flooded her lips, her tounge, and then plummeted deep into her core, an indescribably strong force sending a shockwave through Tanaka's skin, through her very bone.
She doubled over, clutching her stomach, grinding out a raw moan through clenched teeth. Her eyes flew open, and involuntarily slammed her bare fist back against the concrete wall. Tanaka forced herself to stand erect, as she felt a new energy spreading through her.
Sarah rounded the corner, and Tanaka continued to pant through her nose, jaw tense, lips now closed.
"Heyyy..." the nurse sang gently to her patient, reaching to escort Tanaka back to her room, where lunch would be delivered to her. All alone. On Saturdays the girls got to eat their real food, together, while Tanaka had preferred to eat alone.
But now, as she shuddered in ecstacy, all the dark-haired girl wanted was to be near her queen.
Sarah wrapped her arm around the small of Tanaka's back and walked her away from where Tanaka and her beautiful goddess had begun their evolution. As she walked, Tanaka glanced back at the wall she'd been standing against.
There was a significant, cracked indentation where her fist had just been.
Tanaka gasped, and looked in front of her, eyes filled with joy.

This was a new development.