When she woke up that first day after her examination and modification procedure her initial response was to scrabble to the back of the cushioned dais she'd woken on and gather as many of the covers around her as possible taking some small comfort in being able to cover her nakedness. She took in her surroundings noting a substantial alcove in one of the walls where the floor appeared to have steps descending down into a depression in the floor and there was also the slightly darker hexagonal area in the opposite wall that indicated the only doorway. Staying in her little nest she tried to take stock of her situation finally prioritising examining her own body.
The first thing she realised with some relief was that she was no longer in pain although there was a heaviness in her belly and a little discomfort, like mild cramps. Running her hands over herself her eyes widened when she looked down at her breasts, now at least a bra cup bigger. She weighed them in her hands, the ample flesh now truly overflowing the manipulation but not to a grotesque degree. The larger breasts would have been disconcerting enough but then she noted that her areolas and nipples had also grown and not just to keep in line with her breast size. Where before she had had small and taught darkish pink areolas with pale pink nipples about the size of a large marrow pea when she was aroused, her larger breasts now boasted much darker, quite large and soft and puffy areolas and her now almost reddish nipples jutted out to the size of extra -large raspberries even in her current unaroused state.
Curiosity got the better of her and she squeezed around her breasts before gently running her fingers over her perked but soft nipples. The squeezing sent a tingle of pleasure through her but she actually hissed when she rubbed the nipples and she felt the sensation shoot straight to her clit. The strength of sensation made her pull her hands away in shock. She had always found her breasts reactive and pleasurable but they'd certainly never been that sensitive. Wondering if it had been a fluke of some kind she tried again, immediately clenching her legs together when the sensations once again shot straight to her clit. The strange reaction brought her attention to her lower half and she furtively glanced around the room before opening the blankets enough to properly see her lower body.
Loren blinked in surprise when she looked down at her mons now covered by a considerably thicker bush of dark sandy blonde pubic hair. She'd never completely shaved her pubic area but had always kept it neat and trim for easier hygiene if not ascetics and she knew there was no way that she'd naturally grown that much hair in a matter of maybe a day. She noted the hair was on her mons only and not her outer lips which were smoother than she remembered. Curiously she brushed a hand through the soft hairs the action taking her mind momentarily back to the elder mantis stroking her head during her ordeal. Blinking she wondered if this strange enhancement had something to do with the creature's obvious fascination with the hair on her head.
While Loren thought she continued to absently stroke through her bush, gently tugging the hair and scratching the skin until she yelped when something on her wrist caught and truly pulled on the pubes. She had been so concentrated on her breasts and mons she'd somehow failed to notice the amber band that circled her left wrist. Twisting her wrist and bringing it up to her face she realised she probably didn't notice it before because it didn't feel like there was anything on her wrist no matter which way she moved her hand. Examining it more closely she saw that it was like a thin, pale amber watch strap but she could see no clasp or buckle holding it together. It melded so neatly to her wrist she couldn't get even a fingernail between it and her skin which made her wonder what had caught on her pubes so strongly. She ran a finger over the surface of the band coming to some rough spots on the inner wrist where the smooth hatched pattern on the rest of the band gave way to three triangles that were raised slightly from the surface. She pressed the triangles wondering what they might mean or maybe do, but nothing seemed to happen no matter how she manipulated them. She looked closely at the triangles spotting one tiny hair proving that was what had pulled at her.
Shrugging when nothing happened with the wristband, Loren went back to her self -examination. She ran her hands carefully down and over her smooth outer lips using her fingers to feel for the softer inner labia. Despite the tickle of arousal the touch brought, Loren made herself concentrate on her examination. She was able to note that there appeared to be little or no change to her labia in size or colouring but what became quickly apparent was the change at the top of her inner labia where the head of her considerably enlarged clit stood proud poking well out from its hood. Tentatively she ran a finger down the hood and just onto the exposed head shivering in intense pleasure when she merely ghosted over the tip, she also noted an answering tingle in her nipples echoing that earlier connection between the two erogenous zones.
Moving her inspection lower the young woman became concerned and then quite agitated when she discovered the opening to her pussy was completely sealed over and blocked by something that she couldn't identify. Heart beating fast she used her fingers to try and pull at the strange membrane but was unable to get any purchase on the completely skin tight seal. Not thinking her action through to its possible consequences she frantically tried pushing at the blockage inward trying to dislodge it that way and thinking if she could just get a finger in around its side she would be able to remove it, but it made no difference at all, the plug stayed firmly in place. Desperately she even tried scratching at it with her fingernails but as far as she could tell this made no more difference than the other attempts. Frustrated and worried Loren slumped back against the cushions.
"What the hell have they done to me?" Shuddering and clutching the blankets tighter to her chest her internal thoughts jumped to the much more worrying thought of what they were intending to do to her. Her action of pulling the covering over her chest caused her to rub her nipples and she whimpered at the pleasurable feeling she had no control over. She carefully re-adjusted her position so that she wouldn't brush any of her overly sensitive areas. All the years of study and training just to end up captured and apparently valued only for her biology. The silence was wearing and with sinking despair she couldn't help but give way to the tears that began a slow but constant stream down her cheeks. Unwilling to deal with her jumble of emotions, Loren lay down and pulled the blankets over her head.
Several hours after her initial awakening she received her first visitors. The elder mantis accompanied by two smaller drones carrying trays of various foods entered through the single doorway. When the drones had put the trays down on the side of the dais they moved back to the door but stayed in the room. The elder mantis came forward chittering gently to the hiding woman. As before Loren heard the communication within her mind. 'Wake,' 'Feed,' 'Drink,' 'Feel well?' She couldn't bring herself to respond not even inside her head. The mantis stayed for a considerable time trying to cajole her into eating before finally departing leaving the trays of food behind and the final thought admonishments, 'eat,' 'drink,' 'rest.' Loren stubbornly turned her back on the food and again sought oblivion in sleep instead.
