Post Ferrum Reloaded

[Cherubian]

The blackness was eternal. The nothing. The oblivion. Where fragments of thoughts erratically flickered, unable even to find enough cohesion for a dream. Just weightless, timeless drifting in the ocean of nowhere, that had gone on since forever. Would continue forever. That ...

There ...

Somewhere on the very edge of infinity reality was coalescing. Like the blood in a wound figments began to clot, to band together, stray threads of nothingness forming a thought. And that first thought attracted others, solidifying out of the swirling nether, teaming up, cooperating, interacting. And the thoughts became conscious.

It ... she … was waking.

Neurons were firing up once more as the grip of total sleep receded. She could think again. And she … Tina … her name was Tina … could sense. For the first time in aeons the outside found reception in the windings of her brain. A tugging to her left and right. Acoustic nose. Sound.

Only very faintly though. Tiny droplets causing faint ripples in a very large lake. A humming and buzzing that ever so slowly coalesced into a monotone mechanical voice.

”… vital functions at eighty percent, body temperature thirty three degrees Celsius.”

Now that her attention was drawn to it her mind registered the cold numbness clinging to her every fiber, every limb … she had limbs, hands, feet, she could sense them again. And ever so slowly again she could feel that very chill receding, driven away by a cozy comforting warmth enveloping her. Tentatively her brain began to fire commands, and on the third attempt one of her fingers twitched.

”Subject SB17 vital functions at ninety percent, body temperature thirty five degrees Celsius.”

The voice came from somewhere very close by. With every passing second her digits responded better to her attempts at keeping control. Here, now she was able to briefly lift her hand, an event that sent a myriad of new neuronic impulses all through her. And in a bout of daring Tina decided to open her eyes.

The opaque blur of color quickly condensed into solid shapes, revealing the plexiglass dome above her that dominated her field of vision. With her sight also her memories returned. How the attendant in the white lab coat with the concern so badly hidden on his face had led them to this chamber. Them. There had been another one. Flaming hair, light skin. They both had disrobed as requested and then climbed into the cryo pods. The latches had closed and then they had fallen into the cold embrace of sleep. A sleep it seemed that finally had come to an end.

”Subject SB17 vital functions at one hundred, body temperature thirty six degrees Celsius. Emergency wakeup procedure complete.”

The announcement was followed by a sharp hiss and a gust of air caressing the bare skin of her prone form as the pod depressurized and whatever mechanism was keeping the lid in place unlatched. She could observe the dome above her withdraw before it drifted to the left now giving her free sight on the monotone gray of the ceiling above her.

Three more seconds passed before she made the first attempt to rise. Even pulling up her arms seemed like a colossal effort at first, but it grew subsequently easier with each passing inch, and by the time she planted her palms next to her chest onto the padded steel and began to push upwards she once gain felt in control of her body.

Sitting upright was a good opportunity to survey the room. It matched her memory almost perfectly, the four bare walls, the two mirrored windows leading to the control room and the large, circular door, reminiscent of an airlock complete with a manual operating wheel. And next to her to her right, the other pod. Her sharp hearing picked up muffled noises from its inside, similar to the robotic voices that had escorted her awakening. So the other woman – Fiona, wasn’t it? - was also returning to wakefulness. Was she well?

That prompted her into action. First one tone slender leg and then the other was lifted out of the narrow confines and slung over the edge of the pod until it found firm footing on the ground beneath. The first step was still wobbly, but then she was at the other pod, both arms now able to support her, and as she leaned forward to get a better view on the occupant she once again felt the familiar heavy tugging on her chest caused by her massive breasts swinging into position.

The girl inside was still inert, stretched legs, arms at her sides, eyes closed and ….

But what was that?

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Cherubian]

Tina shied backwards the moment the translucent cover swung open, her mesmerized reverie momentarily broken. Once she felt stable, though, her thoughts immediately returned to what she saw. What she still could see.

Now it was not that she did not know what that thing was. She had seen similar before. Felt them as well. Whoever had been in charge of the institution had cared very little about what she did in her free time as long as she stayed inside, and so she had had her fun with some of the staff, particularly the older man on cleaning duty in her room. But … those were men. The person in the pod most definitely was not, quite clearly evidenced by her luscious curves and the swell of her chest.

It also appeared that that other woman – was she still a woman? – was at least as surprised by the admittedly nicely shaped meaty rod of welcome size and girth rising up from her groin. While at the same time being aroused for some reason, if anything she had learned about that … thing … was correct. It was then that a terrible suspicion woke in her.

Almost in panick Tina hunched forward, head bent and legs spread so she could closely examine her own groin region while both her hands went down between her legs to check for a similar appendage on her own body. To her relief neither her srutinizing eyes nor her frantically probing fingers could find anything out of the ordinary, and she exhaled in audiblle relief as her body relaxed and her attention returned to the mutated woman in the pod.

Embarrassed by her own reaction and unsure what to do, how to help, Tina, still wide eyed in surprise, leaned forward a bit, and cautiously inquired “Are you all right?” What a silly thing to say.

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Cherubian]

The moment Fiona had decided to leave the confinement of her pod Tina had stepped further back to give the other woman the necessary room to move – and to get to grips with the rather unreal situation. Her movement was not halted until her firm buttocks pressed against the cool exterior of the container that had housed her for she did not know how long. Years likely.

There she stood in silence, leaning backwards slightly, arms idly dangling at her side as she observed the thorough self inspection. Could she understand how the other woman felt? Sure, she also had felt shaky and weak at first, soon after the awaking, but there was more at play in Fiona. What it would truly feel like to have grown a penis she could not even fathom, and it left her entirely unsure about how to react. Or how to help the other. So she did the only sensible thing, she stayed silent.

As the seconds passed on, though, she could not fail to notice something. When the other looked at her she did not meet her eyes, instead Fiona’s gaze quickly went lower. It pointedly reminded her of Lennard. How the older man had looked at her whenever he had pushed the trolley with his cleaning utensils into her rooms, always that spark of hope in his eyes to catch her in revealing attire, or no attire at all, and often the first target of his sight had been the two massive swells on her chest, even later on when he already had fondled and groped them countless times. It was that same hunger that was now looking at her out of Fiona’s hazel orbs. Had the unusual growth also altered her desires. It did seem plausible in a strange way, as strange as it felt to be desired thusly by a woman.

She in turn could not help herself as her eyes again and again wandered to that misplaced shaft. Despite the oddity of it all the sight of the engorged rod, hard and crowned by that flaring and throbbing helmet, was a mesmerizing sight, and Tina had to admit it was not mere curiosity that kept her gaze coming back. She started to imagine what it would be like to feel the hot meat … Quickly she tore her thoughts away and at the same time re-established eye contact.

“I have no idea…” she finally admitted in response to the latest question, her hands spreading and her shoulders rising in a helpless shrug. “Your treatment maybe?” In some of her history lessons she had heard of former female athletes who had tried to amplify their bodies with male hormones and as a result had displayed similar reactions, albeit on a much smaller scale.

“But I don’t think we will find the answer here. I find it strange that no one else is there when we are woken up” the memory of the robotic voice returned. Emergency wakeup procedure. What emergency? “Maybe we should check what went wrong?”

 

[KattDclaw]

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[Cherubian]

“You want to fuck? Me?”

As Fiona had tumbled towards her Tina’s hands had shot up reflexively, sliding in at both sides of the red haired beauties chest and then upwards, until firmly lodged in the other’s armpits she was able to offer substantial support.

By that time, though, there was one hand on her shoulder, one hand on her voluminous orb of supple flesh, its palm flattening her thick nipple and causing a strange but welcome heat rise up inside her tit, and then the heating rod itself, wedged firmly between the two of them, pressed against her lower abdomen with the thick tip reaching almost up to her navel.

Tina was a tall woman, but she only had about two inches on Fiona, and so in that spontaneous near-embrace their faces were very close together. She could make out the pupillae in the other’s hazel irises. And despite the precariousness of the situation the groping of her mammary and the closeness to a fully engorged genital – no matter it was attached to a girl – was not without effect on her. Memories of Lennard surfaced briefly, and it was no wonder she mistook the cussword for a primitive expression of want. Especially since the idea did not seem entirely unappealing.

“Right here and now?” Weren’t they in a unclear situation, with so many unknown variables that screamed to be checked first? The desire burning in the other woman must be quite strong to urge her to such desperate measures. Although, thinking about it for a second they did not appear that desperate…

 

[KattDclaw]

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