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My Life as a Teenaged Von Neumann Device	By : Toonspew Category: +M through R > My Life as a Teenage Robot Views: 21219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 15

Groggily, Jenny rubbed her eyes, prompting them to open fully. Ever since she had become pregnant, Jenny's was constantly feeling like she was running on fumes. The mornings were the worst, Jenny reflected, pulling herself out of bed and shuffling towards the bathroom, still half asleep. Maybe a quick shower would help wake her up.

Jenny disengaged her top, shrugging it off and hearing it hit the floor with a clank. She leaned on the sink for support to inspect herself in the mirror, hoping she looked better then she felt. Thankfully her fatigue wasn't terribly noticeable... her pigtails were cocked at odd angles, and her eyelids drooped. Other then that, Jenny looked basically norm...

“What the FUCK?!” shrieked Jenny, her eyes flying open in shock. Staring back at her with equal disbelief, her mirror image was sporting a pair of D-cup sized breasts. Jenny looked down at her own chest and groped her new assets to confirm that this wasn't some dream or malfunction of her optic systems. Surely enough, the breasts were very real. Jenny could feel her own gropes through her nervous system, and the joint where the womanly organs met her torso was so seamless Jenny couldn't have known they were new if it were not for the fact she remembered falling asleep flat-chested the previous night. Jenny yelped when she pinched her left nipple, noting that it responded much the same as her original nipples had, extending out to expose the connector nodes to her internal battery. The only real difference was that these nipples were somewhat larger, keeping in proportion to her expanded chest.

“Mo-oooommmmm!” Jenny called out, stomping out of the bathroom and downstairs in search of her mother, Nora Wakeman. “Yes, sweetie?” came Nora's voice from the den, a musical note in her words. Jenny stepped into the room where her mother was going over a pile of paperwork, blueprints from the look of them. Jenny stood there, naked from the waist up, motioning at her bust but unable to find the words to express herself. Finally Nora broke the silence, asking “Well, how do you like them?” with a smile on her face.

Jenny still hadn't made up her mind if she should be pleased or angry. Come to think of it, she'd been praying for a set of boobs like these ever since she'd been laughed at by Brit and Tiff and the other girls at school way back at the start of the semester. Her mother had probably heard her voice this wish once or twice, which would explain the big grin on her face right now. “They are pretty nice... a little bigger then I had imagined...” she answered truthfully. But why had her mother attached them in the middle of the night? She had nearly fallen over on her ass from the shock of first seeing them in the mirror. “Really though mom... why now?”

Mrs. Wakeman shuffled through her papers, looking for one in particular. “Now that you've got a baby on the way, I thought it best to give you some time to get used to your new upgrade.” She fished out a blueprint from the messy pile and handed it to Jenny. “Here, this explains the basics of it.”

Jenny quirked an eyebrow, reading the sheet out loud. “Tactile Information Transferral System?” The blueprints had a rough diagram of herself, sans breasts, with details on her formerly flat chest and erect little nipples. Beside her was a cross-section of her new rack, with arrows pointing out how it fit on over top of her old chest, hooking up to the electrodes on her original nipples to draw power. Reading word for word from the blueprints, Jenny recited “The T.I.T.S. Serve the double purpose of supplying the infant XJ1 with a refined and purified fuel at the same time as recharging it's smaller energy supply. More importantly though, the up-link with the mother's mainframe allows the infant to download programming from the mother's accumulated experiences. Using this method, the XJ1 will be able to learn basic skills more rapidly (and thus more quickly progress to stage XJ2), while still receiving the benefit of programming that is learned rather then encoded. The obvious advantage being that learned programming is customized to the environment the mother inhabits, rather then a stock, generic program.”

Jenny's mother beamed, proud of the ingenuity of her design. “I don't get it.” stated Jenny, which deflated Nora's ego as quickly as her smile. Sighing, she explained “To put it in simpler terms, my dear, if you breast feed your baby it will be healthier, smarter, and grow quicker. Easy enough to understand?”

Jenny nodded silently, still looking over the blueprints. Something else had piqued her curiosity. “Mom, this diagram of the XJ1 looks like me when I was that age, a big diapered egg shape. Is that what my baby is going to look like?”

“No, I don't really know what your child will look like XJ9.” Nora answered. “The reproductive system I built you with takes design specs from both parents and combines them into a functional hybrid of the two. Plus, your baby will be built with technology that wasn't available back when you were an XJ1. So I'd expect yours to be less chubby then you were, but who knows how Silver Shell's contribution will affect it. I hadn't anticipated the possibility of my XJ robot mating with someone else's model. I had intended to build a male robot for you myself, eventually.”

Jenny stuck out her tongue in distaste. “Eww, you were gonna make me marry my brother? Gross.”

“Oh hush. It doesn't have the same implications as with humans.” began Nora, before being interrupted by a knock at the door. “I'll get that, you go get a top on. I'm sure that's your friends here to accompany you to school.” Jenny hurried upstairs while her mother opened the front door, having correctly guessed that it was Brad, Sheldon/Silver Shell, and Tuck there to walk to school with her, as they typically did. Well, Tuck didn't go to their high school yet, but his elementary school was only a short distance away, and Mrs. Carbunkle appreciated having their group of friends keeping Tuck safe from bullies and the like.

“Good morning Mrs. Wakeman. Is Jenny ready to go to school yet?” asked Tuck eagerly. “No, ” Nora answered “She's still getting herself together. Why don't you boys come in, she might be a minute or two.” Jenny's friends accepted, stepping inside and engaging in small talk with their host. Finally, Nora heard Jenny coming down the staircase. “I should warn you boys, Jenny was given her latest upgrade last night...”

“Hommina hommina...” stuttered Brad as Jenny stepped into view. She had slipped on her traditional top, or at least tried to. With the increased size of her chest, Jenny's top was having a great deal of difficulty fitting properly. Even though it was capable of hundreds of variations to match Jenny's many exotic transformations, it's default setting was still tailored to a chest that was essentially an A-cup. Now increased to a D, Jenny's breasts were compressed and threatening to burst out of her top at any moment. Even with doing best job she could manage, her cleavage was ample, the underside of her tits peeked out from the bottom of the top, and the front clamp keeping the entire top in one piece looked like was about to pop off at the first excuse. “Jenny, ah... you look... different...” Sheldon tried, not sure much he should say while in Brad's presence. Tuck had no such inhibitions, pointing and blurting out “You got boobies!”

“Aheh, yes, well...” Jenny stuttered, suddenly more then a little self-conscious. Sensing her discomfort, her mother chimed in just in time to change the subject. “So Sheldon, you believe you're ready to return to school in your new form?” Nora asked. Sheldon turned his attention away from Jenny just long enough to answer. “I'm still kinda nervous, but I think I'll be ok. Afterall, Tremorton accepted Jenny ...eventually. So what difference does one more robot make? I'm sure I'll blend right back in with my old computer club friends.”

“You won't if you're in detention your first day back. We need to get going or we'll be late!” warned Tuck, checking his watch. Jenny hurried the rest of the way down the staircase, heading straight for Brad's open arms. A few weeks into their relationship Jenny and Brad had grown comfortable greeting each other this way, with a tight hug and warm kiss. At first they tried to keep it private, but by now everyone they cared about already knew, so it seemed silly to hide their affection for each other. Lately Jenny felt kind of awkward about it, now that her feelings for Brad had shifted to Sheldon instead. But she had to keep up the pretense of still being interested, for however long it would take her to break up with Brad. Until then, the sincerity wasn't hard to fake, and she would let Brad know soon... she just wasn't ready yet. Jenny wasn't willing to just blurt it out and risk ruining her oldest and deepest friendship.

Nearby, the other two boys waited for Jenny's public display of affection to finish. Jenny and Brad having gone out for weeks now, both Tuck and Sheldon had grown used to the sight of the two lovers locking lips each morning. Tuck passed the time by making exaggerated gagging sounds for his own amusement, and Sheldon just quietly tried not to watch, frowning deeply. Brad tightened his hug slightly, pressing Jenny's newly expanded chest against his own. The softness and flexibility of Jenny's metal and silicon breasts was surprising... they felt as supple as any human girl's he had felt up.

An audible squelch sound made Jenny's eyes shoot open, her body suddenly stiff. Noticing, Brad pulled back from the kiss. “Jen, what's wrong?” he asked. Jenny pulled away from him slowly, looking down at her chest. Twin wet spots capped each of her mounds, a black oil slick having leaked from Jenny's nipples, through her top, and leaving very noticeable stains on the front of Brad's shirt. “I'm sorry Brad. Looks like I sprung a leak...”

“No, that's supposed to happen.” corrected Jenny's mother. “You'll just have to be gentle with them. Come with me to the lab dear, I'll see if I can quickly tighten you up before school.” She lead Jenny by the hand, off to the workshop. “You guys go ahead without me, I'll see you at school!” Jenny called back. Brad agreed while inspecting the damage to his shirt, “Yeah... I'm gonna duck into my house and change real fast too, you guys go on ahead.”

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Hours later, the streets were filled with the afternoon rush of students getting out of class and heading home, or to their local hangout. Jenny and Brad were no different, heading over to Mezmer's to cool off after school. Mezmer's was technically a malt shop, serving ice cream and soda and everything in between, but thanks to a rather high-end jukebox the place had become known for its music and dancing more then its food. All that only got started once the sun went down though, for a mid-afternoon hangout it was reasonably uncrowded, which suited Jenny just fine. All day she'd caught people ogling her new breasts, sometimes out of curiosity, or jealousy, or sometimes outright lust. She wasn't sure if she should be flattered or offended, but she certainly wasn't comfortable with it. Not yet at least. Jenny found herself unconsciously holding her arms over her chest defensively, ineffectively trying to shield them from leering eyes.

The couple entered the malt shop, hopping up onto a couple of empty bar stools and ordering something refreshing. Normally Jenny would just be forced to sit and watch while the human customers ate their meals, but recently the owner had been convinced to keep a small stock of chilled drinks that suited Jenny's metabolism. The local teen populace had to threaten to boycott the place before Mr. Mezmer would agree to it, but... the result was the same.

After receiving their drinks and chatting pleasantly for a while, Jenny's mood had lifted significantly. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed just spending time with Brad like this, as friends, without having romantic thoughts making things complicated. Brad seemed in good spirits as well... maybe now would be a good time to tell him about her and Sheldon. Certainly it wouldn't be easy, but at least he'd be in a good mood to receive the news. Well, no sense in ruining a fun afternoon earlier then necessary... Jenny decided to finish their drinks, then tell him later, as they prepared to leave.

“Well, fancy seeing you here...” came an icy, sarcastic voice from behind Jenny that she instantly recognized as her nemesis, Brittany Crust. Jenny's mood soured immediately, and didn't even bother to turn to face her tormentor. “What do you want, Brit?” Jenny snapped. Brit feigned innocence, sauntering up to the bar behind Jenny, “Oh I'm not looking for anything myself, I'm just concerned about you. Afterall, given your delicate condition, I'm surprised your mother let you out of the house.”

Jenny's pupils shrunk in sudden fear. Brit knew. Jenny didn't know how Brit knew, but she did. She had to keep this contained before Brit spilt the beans and Brad found out. Jenny immediately spun around on her stool to face Brit. Unfortunately Jenny was still getting used to the size of her new chest, and as she turned around her breasts swung out over the bar top and sent Brad's milkshake crashing to the ground. The loud noise drew the attention of everyone else in the restaurant, their conversations hushed as they watched the drama unfold between Brit and Jenny.

“Jenny, what's she talking about?” asked Brad, worried by Jenny's sudden change in demeanor.

“She hasn't told you yet?” smirked Brit, dancing around the subject, enjoying watching Jenny squirm. “Isn't that strange... you being her boyfriend and all. It's almost as if she wanted to hide it from you...”

“Brit!” Jenny yelled, “You'd better shut up now if you know what's good for you.” Jenny's fists were clenched in anger, her jaw making noises like that of a car grinding it's gears. The look in Jenny's eyes could make glass shatter, but Brit remained undaunted. She'd waited to long for today, planned to hard to get scared away now. Brit widened her fake smile, thickening her concerned tone of voice. “Try not to let yourself get all riled up Jennifer... I hear that excess stress in an expectant mother can have negative effects on the baby.”

Brad was shocked. “What is she talking about Jen?” he demanded, through with being left in the dark. Jenny pivoted to face Brad (this time forcing Brit to take a step back, lest she be knocked over by Jenny's bust just as Brad's drink was.) “Brad... I didn't want you to find out like this...” Brad just folded his arms over his chest, frowning deeply. Well, too late to do this the nice way, thanks to Brit. Now Jenny was just hoping to minimize the damage to their friendship. “Brad, there's no easy way to say this...”

“Jenny got knocked up by Sheldon Lee!” Brit blurted out, grinning maliciously from ear to ear. Jenny leaped from her seat, screaming “Brit!” and glaring angrily at the girl. Only Brad's hand on her shoulder stopped Jenny from launching herself at the manipulative Crust cousin. “When did this happen Jen?” he asked quietly, his emotions visibly restrained.

“When we were hiding on board the Cluster ship... it wasn't anything I planned, it just kinda... happened.” Even though Jenny knew she needed to tell Brad the truth, she could see the pain in his eyes, and it was killing her to do this to him. “So you're telling me you cheated on me?” he asked plainly. “Well...” she offered lamely. Brit took this opportunity to chime in again. “I guess she just couldn't resist his robotic charm.”

Brad stopped Jenny before she could speak. “It's ok Jenny, Brit's right. You and Sheldon really are made for each other.” Brad got up, slinging his jacket over one should and trudging towards the exit. “We're through.”

Jenny watched him go, her mouth hanging open, speechless. His tone had made it obvious he wasn't willing to discuss this, at least not right now. Jenny had expected him to be hurt, but his final words to her forced her to question whether he was talking about their relationship ending... or everything. Jenny slumped down onto her stool, suddenly very aware that all eyes were on her. Some remnant of her pride told her that it was important not to cry in front of everyone, but she was rapidly losing that struggle against the tide of emotion building up in her. She was so stupid... for waiting this long to tell him, for having sex with Sheldon in the first place. Maybe even for learning about sex in the first place. All it's done is screw up her happiness. Jenny slumped over the bar, burying her face in her arms.

“Aww, don't get upset Jenny.” singsonged Brit Crust. “I've got something that will make you feel better.” Jenny peeked up at her cautiously. As much as she disliked Brit, her offer still held some glimmer of hope. Seeing she had Jenny's attention, Brit reached into her jacket and pulled out a handful of polaroids. “Here you go... someone of great wisdom once said 'don't get mad, get even'. If that's true, then what could make you feel better then knowing that Brad was cheating on you the same as you were cheating on him?”

Jenny's eyes quickly scanned through the photos. Brad, kissing Brit. Brad, having Brit suck his cock. Brad, his wilted cock in Brit's hand with strings of his cum trailing to her lips. They painted a pretty clear picture of what had happened. Jenny was furious, except... this was no different then what she had done to him really. Each of them had betrayed the other, broken the trust they placed so much importance on. “Then I guess...” she concluded aloud, “Our relationship was a fraud to begin with.”

This was music to Brit's ears. Jenny's heart was broken, and she was wallowing in misery. Brit hadn't imagined it would be this easy. She even had Tiff hidden in the crowd in case she needed backup, but the way things were going Tiff wouldn't have to show her face at all. Even if she left right now, Jenny probably wouldn't show her face at school for a week, for fear of running into Brad. But it wasn't good enough. Eventually Jenny would recover, and return to school for a fresh start. Brit had to make sure Jenny was so utterly humiliated and defeated that she would never return. Now that she was in a vulnerable, receptive state, all Brit needed to do was push just the right buttons...

“You'll be happier with Sheldon anyhow.” she said sympathetically, placing a hand on Jenny's shoulder. “A human/robot relationship could never have worked anyway. You just didn't belong. But with Silver Shell, you'll have so much in common... you're both superheroes, both robots, both hopelessly outcast from conventional society. It's a match made in heaven. Or Silicon Valley, at the very least.”

Jenny nodded meekly. She glanced around the restaurant at all the other people there, watching her pain like it was some sort of live drama put on for their benefit. They could never truly understand her, nor could she understand them. At one booth she spotted Don Prima; how many times had she attempted to impress him, only to be rebuffed again and again? It was all making a twisted sort of sense now... Jenny was to different to live amongst them, so she should turn to robot-kind instead. Jenny picked up her things, and took a couple of shuffling steps towards the door, her eyes cast down to the floor. She didn't want to look at this place anymore... this would likely be her last time here, so she wanted to remember it as she used to, during happier times.

“Your mother will be so proud.” Brit called after her, one last subtle barb before Jenny could leave. Jenny stopped walking, glaring behind her at Brit, who was tittering at her own joke. Then Jenny caught sight of that familiar gleam in Brit's eye, that glimmer of malicious intent that only showed itself when Brit was reveling in the defeat and humiliation of an enemy. Jenny's gaze fell upon the polaroids left on the bar.

Brit.

Jenny thought back to Brad's final words before leaving, heartbroken. “It's ok Jenny, Brit's right.”

Brit's right. Brit.

“You just didn't belong.” Brit's words echoed in Jenny's mind.

Brit. Brit!

“Brit, you bitch!” screamed Jenny, silencing the murmur of whispers that had begun to circulate amongst the crowd. Jenny turned on her heels right in the threshold of the doorway, storming back into the malt-shop and heading straight for her target. Gone was the confused mix of doubt and sorrow, replaced wholly with righteous fury. “You... you're the cause of all of this!”

Brit Crust wasn't looking quite as confident as she had a minute ago. What had happened? Jenny was as good as gone... it wasn't to late, Brit told herself. Jenny could still be convinced to leave her current life behind. She just needed to adapt to the situation. “Me? I'm not the one who slept with Silver Shell.” Brit stated, throwing up her hands defensively, stalling for time while she thought up something better.

“No, I accept responsibility for what I did. I acted hastily, and I had to end my relationship with Brad prematurely because of it. It was supposed to be hard, but I could've handled it. But you... you turned it into a train wreck! You had me convinced I should live apart from humans, cut off entirely from people. But you're wrong... I didn't sleep with Silver Shell, I slept with Sheldon. He's the one I fell in love with, the human personality on the inside. And my mother will be proud, because this is exactly what I was built for: to be a teenager. It can be tough sometimes, but learning how to live alongside others always is. That's how it is for every teenager, human... or robot.” Jenny concluded her speech with a confident smirk, proud of herself for seeing through Brit's manipulations. She placed her hands on her hips, puffing out her chest until her top creaked in protest at being under so much strain.

Brit was desperate to turn the situation to her advantage. Her plan had fallen apart so fast, but... no time for that now. The crowd was clearly on the fence... Jenny's speech and natural charm warred against the many slanders and xenophobic sentiments Brit had steadily fed them since Jenny started attending Tremorton High over a year ago. Where was Tiff? She should be helping, riling up the crowd, or dousing Jenny with something nasty, or any of the plans they'd come up with. But the second Crust cousin was nowhere to be seen, seemingly having abandoned Brit to her fate. Well, screw her, Brit didn't need her to get things done. But Brit needed to act now, before her control over the crowd dissolved completely. If she could get them to laugh at Jenny, something embarrassing enough to get everyone present to start mocking her, then it could snowball from there. If the crowd was against Jenny, perhaps she could be convinced that even if she still wanted to be a regular teen, the rest of Tremorton still wouldn't accept her. Lacking any viable alternatives, Brit let out an angry screech and reached out to the tortured clasp holding Jenny's top together, tearing at it with all her strength.

Jenny's top sprang off so fast it seemed almost grateful to Brit for relieving it of it's duty. The crowd gasped, Jenny's bare D-cup breasts jutting proudly forward for all to see. Jenny felt a deep blush appearing in her cheeks. Then the laughs began, small nervous laughter at first, but steadily rising as the crowd adopted it as the appropriate response for the situation. Brit stood back and grinned. She had rescued victory from the jaws of defeat. Then, as far as Brittany was concerned, a miracle occurred. Just then at the moment of Jenny's total humiliation, he own body betrayed her.

A robotic voice sounded from somewhere in Jenny's midsection. “Stage one of embryonic development complete. Prepare for restructuring of uterus and commencement of stage two.”

Seemingly beyond her control, Jenny's abdomen suddenly distended. Not a great deal, but still producing a noticeable swelling, approximately that of a human woman during the 5th month of pregnancy. What was worse though, was that Jenny's skirt was no more designed to handle this change then her top was equipped to handle tits. As soon as the swelling stopped growing, the stretched belt of the skirt snapped apart, dropping the garment to the floor and leaving Jenny standing in nothing more then her thong.

Everyone in attendance doubled their laughter, including Brit herself, who couldn't stop herself from holding her sides in a fit. Having Brit laughing alongside everyone else was the last straw for Jenny. Up until now she was content to just play nice, be the bigger person, take the high road, and so on. But this was too much. Jenny had been hurt by plenty of monsters and villains, but took pleasure from Jenny's pain the way the Brittany Crust did. Now it was time to sink to Brit's level. “So, you think that's funny, hunh?” growled Jenny, approaching Brit and hoisting her up by her collar. “Let's see how you like it then!” she challenged, right before ripping Brit's top clean off her body.

A few of the boys in the crowd instantly recognized what was about to go down. “Cat fight!” they called out in unison, heeding some instinctive call to make sure everyone within earshot witnessed the spectacle of two hot girls tearing each other's clothes off. Don Prima himself shot a quick glance around the room, declaring “If anyone tries to break this up, I will personally punch them in the face. I kid you not.”

Meanwhile, Brit was being manhandled by the much physically superior Jenny. Brit's pants had been the next to go, shredded apart in Jenny's capable hands. For her part, Brit was barely able to fight back... traditional tactics like pulling hair didn't work, as even Jenny's pigtails were stronger then Brit's arms. Brit had once attempted to twist Jenny's exposed nipples, hoping that such a sensitive area might be vulnerable to attack. The electric shock she'd received for her effort convinced Brit otherwise. Now Jenny was just toying with her; having turned the tables, Jenny was going to make sure Brit got every ounce of humiliation that had originally been intended for her. Jenny laughed when she pulled back on the elastic of Brit's bra, then released it to snap painfully against Brit's soft back, producing a yelp from the abused girl. Next Jenny tore the bra away entirely, leaving Brit as topless as she was. Brit struggled valiantly, but even her perfectly filed nails weren't enough to even scratch Jenny's armored skin.

Now for the coup de gras. Jenny reached behind Brit and grabbed the back of her panties, a skimpy pair of black bikini briefs with “If you can read this, lick harder!” printed on the front. Brit knew full well what was coming and for a brief instant locked eyes with Jenny, silently pleading for mercy. Jenny had been pushed too far to turn back now however. Brit let out a shriek as the underwear was forcefully pulled back and up into the crack of her ass in a painful wedgie. Thinking that would be the last of it, Brit was caught by surprise when Jenny spun her around and repeated the process on her front, bunching up the front of her panties and hoisting them up between Brit's thin cunt lips. Jenny's strength lifted Brit right off the ground, and for a second it looked like Jenny was using Brit's panties to floss the crevice between her legs.

Brit was dropped to the floor in a quivering heap, and the tension seemed to drain out of the room. The fight was over, the winner decided. The crowd said nothing, and Jenny ignored them, bending over to pick up her ruined clothing. Jenny was just about to leave when she heard Brit call out “Filthy robot whore!”

Jenny turned just in time to get a face full of her unfinished oil beverage. The fluid splashed her face and dripped down her chest, staining her pure white skin with ugly streaks of brown/black crude. Brit was practically naked, disheveled and looked like she had tears in her eyes, but was still defiant to the last. “This isn't over, you wretched automation!” Jenny understood now. This had been meant as their last showdown, and Brit was determined that one of them wouldn't be returning to Tremorton High. At this point, Brit didn't even care which of them left, so long as there was an end to the unbearable status quo. So be it then, thought Jenny.

Jenny seized Brit in her vice grip, preventing any further attacks. First would be retribution; and eye for an eye. Lacking any more convenient beverages to dowse Brit with, Jenny improvised instead. Giving her right breast a firm squeeze, Jenny's nipple spurted her body's oil right into Brit's face. Jenny caught a glimpse of one of the boys in the audience faint at the sight. Brit sputtered oil from her mouth, her eyes screwed tightly shut leaving her momentarily blinded. With that done, Jenny decided to leave Brit with something more permanent to remember this fight by. Extending a razor blade from her right hand, Jenny went to work. The crowd gasped in terror at Jenny's approach.

A few short minutes later, Brit cleared her sight enough to look at herself in a mirror. Jenny had left her completely bald.

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Jenny finally got home under cover of darkness. Not because she had been held up, but because she still had enough modesty (yes, even after the earlier cat fight) to want to avoid landing in front of her house in full daylight without any clothes.

The showdown with Brit had ended with Jenny the winner, and as a final punishment Jenny had shoved her out of Mezmer's, preventing her from calling a cab or even borrowing a coat from one of the other customers. Jenny left shortly thereafter, remaining in the cover of the clouds until nightfall. Her expanded abdomen occupied her thoughts for most of the time, so it wasn't until she arrived at her home that her thoughts returned to Brad.

Looking at the house next door, and specifically at the window to Brad's room, Jenny realized that despite her victory, Brit had still succeeded in wounding Jenny worse then Vexus ever had. The immediate danger was passed, but the ramifications of Brit's scheming... that would take much more time and effort to recover from, if it was possible at all. Jenny went inside and up to her room, suddenly feeling very thoroughly beaten.
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