Katelyn.
And you're positive everything is in working order?" Abby asked sometime ter that afternoon, a captured young man who'd been shoved into a cage, allowing the dungeon to maintain the shard they currently existed in while Katelyn experimented.
The horror and wonder that was pstered upon the dungeoneer's face as he'd watched the mimic slowly transform while she tried to drag her shifting body into a wholly foreign shape was uncomfortable as it was, according to the dungeon, supposedly important.
However, Katelyn did admit that despite the somewhat awkward audience while she was in her most vulnerable of states, she had gotten a kick out of terrifying the young man. Not too far different than a serial killer who got their jollies from scaring a motley group of campy teams at some—ke house cottage or other…
Sadly for the world at rge, it was just one more aspect of her unbidden self that she was learning existed beneath all the various yers of societal expectations.
Katelyn shook herself out, feeling the various—sensations afforded her by this test form and sensing the internal workings of herself with a satisfied nod.
It hadn't been easy… And Katelyn had actually failed the entire affair several times over while she'd raw dogged the creative process with brute force.
Putting together her test and most intricate transformation piece by individual piece before running out of mana-regeneration and snapping back to her prior visage.
However, once she'd gotten an idea of how to do it, things smoothed out when she instead pushed her mind towards streamlined efficiency! And, of course, she'd consumed no insignificant portion of her hoard to make up for the cking mass required.
The process of it all had involved a lot of melding and tugging herself together while forcing her desires onto the universe by the scruff of its neck! And the results spoke for themselves...
She now stood an intimidatingly petrifying nine feet tall, from the top of her glittering silver hair to the bottom of her glossy and spear-like legs. Her daunting presence yet resting at a comfortable posture without trying to stretch or shrink herself.
Her bded legs made soft patterns as they dipped and skewered the sands, strange new instincts born of—something that had granted her insight, whispering to her subconscious. Allowing her to take full advantage of this admittedly agile frame.
Her eight legs were long and armored with a sinister carapace that seemed to drink the light of its surroundings, the limbs all sharp edges of sleek design… A resulting cocktail of natural lethality and sophisticated elegance that sent shivers down one's spine just observing its frightening grace…
Lower was a robust thorax that served as the epicenter of her design, dark and protected as the legs, leading to two different halves that helped represent the true bsphemy of her existence!
At the front, a slender and fey woman of unspeakable beauty; at the rear, the bulbous and thick abdomen of a giant spider…
"You're perfect…" The pixie breathed, faltering in her fussing circles as she just—paused to gaze at Katelyn's shy expression while she stood for inspection, hands demurely folded at her waist…
"You think so? I did try really hard…"
“No… no it's… amazing…” The dungeon whispered, reaching out but—hesitating as though unsure if she should…
Katelyn's human partition rose like a chimera from her bleak arachnid shell, porcein flesh the color of fresh snow emerging from armored chiton that hugged what, on a normal woman, would be supple hips...
Her slender waist, almost ethereal in its haunting outline, was just barely accented by the faintest hints of tracing abdominals leading to a smooth pelvis.
Her ribs brushing ever so softly against the exterior of her lithe figure.
Perking breasts, scarcely a handful each, were shaped as the perfect twin teardrops, both capped by celestial and faint pink nipples… while her shoulders were narrow and feminine to the extreme, arms long and lissom…
Each of her sylphlike fingers just ever so slightly too long and unnatural… capped by dark cws sharper than the finest of butcher knives glinting like the promise of cold steel…
Yet, it was ultimately her face that Abby focused upon, her hands shaking with bated breath while she stared at a true eidolon of bewitching creation…
Katelyn's was now a cold and dispassionate beauty. Chilling in its phantasmal dignity… Her natural gaze arrested one's very soul as she watched her prey like a dissatisfied headmistress, sharp features and refined poise creating an exquisite allure of a malignant and cruel nature…
One that looked upon the world with naught but disdain and arrogance…
It was a beauty to be admired from a distance, artwork, a masterful portrait not meant for the grubby masses to touch and scrabble over, but rather, worship from afar, lest they find themselves caught within her enchanting embrace…
Willingly offering themselves in their devoted supplication so they might be blessed as sacrifices at the altar of her profanely hypnotizing existence…
With silver hair that draped over her shoulders and chest like the silk shawl of a wedding veil and piercing blue eyes the color of vivid gcial water, it was, perhaps, in a very real sense, Katelyn's truest expression of her creativity and care.
Eventually, Abby's hand slipped away without ever managing to brush against the ridge of her defined cheeks, the other girl simply relegating herself to admiring what she saw rather than risk that a touch might somehow vanish the illusion…
"You're—getting really good at this…" She whispered, floating away as though to take more of her in.
"Well, I'm gd you like it… feels good to be appreciated…"
“Yeah—no, it's… honestly more than I was expecting… I adore the whole ice-queen thing you've got going on, and it just—EEEEE, so perfectly fits the whole Arachnia concept I was talking about! Mhhmmm! I love you!"
So saying, the Pixie dove at Katelyn's face, no longer caught in the enthralling spell of her form. She hugged her with open arms, kissing her on the cheek over and over until she had to pry the girl away while ughing at her crazed antics!
It—was rather pleasant to have someone clearly so encouraging and supportive of her design. She'd never been much for drawing or sculpting, but to say she'd, at times, felt her creative side nguishing while absent a meaningful outlet was—correct…
Interestingly enough, the monster was beginning to take great delight in the process of mimicry and yes, even creation that was opening up an entire new world for her!
"Ummm… Kate?" The girl muttered once she'd returned to floating about with her glittering wings, "I—know it might sound weird, but—where is your… you know…" She began, eyeing the featureless expanse between her stomach and armor where there was a decided absence of a certain kind of entrance that would undoubtedly hinder their pns.
"I kind of needed to take some—creative and interesting liberties with that part…" Katelyn admitted, her smile reserved as she caught the outright confused gaze of her friend.
"It wasn't really working out down there when I really got into the whole biology of it all, just—too much trying to happen between point A at the front and point B with all the vital stuff packed in everywhere. So..." She added, wiggling her massive rear, which wobbled and shifted with the most—fascinating and strange jiggling motions that immediately caught the pixie's eye.
"Nooo…" She whispered, eyes wide with equal parts horror and clear interest.
"It's all more—spider-adjacent than a real arthropod… It looks like one, sure, but it's real fat and muscle back there supported by a tticework of thin bones and more chiton. Durable given how deep I went down the bioengineering rabbit hole, but it's fundamentally different…"
"Oh my god, that's disgusting!" She enthused, her delighted tone completely contrasting her words… "And I love it! Ohhh, that shit right there is exactly the kind of sexy horror I had in mind! Can I see it?"
"No!" Katelyn revolted, her eight legs backing away from the fanatical creature that was leering at her like some lecherous old politician. "Wait until you have your own versions to py with; right now, this is still me, Abby!"
"I'm just going to look anyway…" The girl pouted, jutting her lip as she did so, "It's not like you're not in me, and I don't sense everything that happens here… I was just being polite."
"My ass… You wanted to touch it as well!"
"I don't think I need to bother denying such wild accusations. B-but, on a side note, is it, you know, designed to be…"
"It should be mind-blowing." Katelyn giggled with a sly wink, "There are all kinds of muscles that normal girls don't have. It also doubles as, you know, the whole silk operation, but it should be theoretically workable. Plus," Katelyn added, rising up on her long legs to show off how much control she had of her new dump truck-sized caboose, "Everything is a lot more flexible than you'd assume, so it should be fun for everyone involved!"
So saying, she shifted and partially twisted her rear, then bounced it off the sands below as it rippled across its plush and decadent surface, the pixie's gaze fixating on the soft undutions with hungry eyes.
"That's so metal… Ohhh, I can't wait until the first guy you're bouncing on figures out his expectations are broken for anyone else, his fantasies always remembering that time he was taken by a monstrous arachnid while hardly able to get it up for normal people anymore!"
"That would mean I'd have to refrain from eating him afterward…"
"Ohhh… that's even better! Imagine they've just busted the biggest nut of their life, lovestruck and questioning their own understanding of the universe, only to suddenly be eaten alive for sustenance to create their unholy children!"
"Morbid…" Katelyn commented, though her words didn't seem to reach the cracked fan-girl who clearly had several lifetimes to dream about her kinks…
A rustle from behind alerted Katelyn to the—foreign presence within the arena with them. The acrid odor and sharp scent of fresh urine caused her to frown at the shaking man who was watching her as though she were some cosmic abomination that would soon feast upon his bones…
And, unfortunately for him and their potential need for a trial run, he probably wasn't too far off the mark...