Jesslyn and Brynn have a talk

The analyzer threw up the results on the screen. It was edible, and more than that.

"Look, psilocybin," said Brynn, "this is a ****."

"That's the stuff in mushrooms, right?" asked Jesslyn.

"Yeah, but a much lower concentration. It's actually supposed to deter insects from eating the fruit of a mushroom on Earth, and here I'd assume it's serving a similar purpose."

Jesslyn watched her ramble on a bit about organic alkalines and other higher end science bullshit. She thought it was cute. Eventually she decided to interrupt it, though.

"Hey, Brynn," she asked, as sweetly as she could, "why do you get so worked about nudity?"

Brynn immediately went red.

"I mean, there's nothing wrong with it, if that's what you want to do, it's just a bit- rude, I guess?"

"You think it's rude to... exist, like you were made?"

Somehow Brynn went even deeper red.

"No, nothing like that. I mean, I'm getting used to when you do it. It's just normal now, really. I didn't mean to offend you!"

She did dress cute, and Jesslyn thought that maybe it would be a shame to get her out of her clothes. But it was always baggy- even today, she was wearing a massive gray hoodie, her sleeves rolled up while she worked. She had penned her miles of hair up in a bun, and had on black leggings that probably would've given you more of an eyeful if you if her hoodie didn't cover it all.

"Are you sure you aren't just self-conscious about your own body? I honestly couldn't even tell you what shape you are, Brynn."

"What would I be self-conscious about?"

There was genuine confusion on her face. Jesslyn decided to push it, but gently.

"Well, maybe you're scared that when other people show their body you'll be expected to show yours. I'm going to be honest with you, I'd like to see it, but I wish you weren't so nervous about it."

Brynn's face was on fire and she looked like she was on the verge of leaving the room. She shrink into her clothes, like some kind of red turtle.

"I- I don't know. I guess I'd be fine with it in theory. But I still feel like I wouldn't really?"

"Would you like to try? I'll go first and I'll go easy."

To prove her point, Jesslyn unbuttoned her shirt again, and in a moment it was off. Brynn eyed her body up and down, still fascinated by it.

"It doesn't look you're used to it," Jesslyn said, "but it doesn't look like you're afraid either. You're a curious type, Brynn."

"I don't know. I'm not scared."

Jesslyn grabbed the edges of Brynn's hoodie.

"That's good. Do you trust me to do this."

Brynn stared at her. Jesslyn stared back, studying her face and her shockingly vibrant eyes.

"Y-yeah. I think so."

Jesslyn lifted the jacket up and over Brynn's head. She helpfully held her arms up.

Brynn's skin was so pale that Jesslyn suspected it would glow out in the sun. As it was, the blue light of the monitors gave her an almost ghostly look. She was thin as a twig, but Jesslyn finally was able to appreciate her wide hips. She suspects there was a pleasantly substantial ass on the other side. After all, Jesslyn thought, she was designed. She was expected to breed.

Her intentions were, initially, genuinely just caring, but that thought made something twitch in her pants.

And, of course, her chest. Her boobs were small, after all, Brynn was quite a petite woman, but Jesslyn was surprised to see they were held in-

"Black!" she exclaimed, "I didn't think you were that kind of girl!"

Brynn's blush stretched down to her chest, making her boobs turn as red as her face.

"It's not like that!" she protested, "everything I have is black. I never saw a reason to have any variety!"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way, it's cute. Do you want to take the next step?"

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, setting it on a mostly-empty rolling shelf. Brynn ogled her bare nipples, and Jesslyn could almost feel her mouth watering. Carefully, almost like she was afraid something would bite her, Brynn undid her own bra.

Her nipples were small and pink, but they stuck out. Jesslyn was impressed by how perky the other woman's tits remained once they were free. She was built porn star perfect.

"I'm going to touch you, is that okay?"

Brynn nodded. Jesslyn gently placed her hand on her collarbone. The heat of her blush was overwhelming. She ran her hand along the bone, feeling the dip of her throat.

"You can touch me too, if you'd like."

Brynn cautiously put her hand on Jesslyn's belly. She wasn't obviously muscled, but she could feel strength there. Jesslyn ran her hand over Brynn's chest, not grabbing, but savoring the feeling of her nipple as her palm and fingers slid over it. Brynn responded in time, experimentally grabbing at Jesslyn's boob.

"You have a nice body, Brynn," Jesslyn said, "people would kill to get an eyeful of it."

Brynn just swallowed, at a loss for words, so Jesslyn continued, feeling her ribs under her fingertips and appreciating the smooth skin.

"It'd make me really happy if you learned to love being like this. You're such a good girl, and I'm glad to see you **** like this. **** and brave."

Jesslyn's free hand snaked around to the small of Brynn's back and gently pulled her closer, so that they were skin-to-skin. The heat suddenly seemed unbearable to to her. For half a second, she thought Jesslyn was going to kiss her.

But then she felt something hard press against her groin, and her heart leapt into her mouth.

"I think I'd like to stop, Jess," she said, "this is a little much."

"Of course!" said Jesslyn, and began to dress as if nothing had even happened between them.