Benjamin struggled inside Freya's cocoon as she constricted him.. having dissolved most of her sugar and water into Benjamin's body, what was left outside his body was now largely solid paint, like plastic, and Benjamin found it too hard to rip from the inside.
Benjamin meanwhile was struggling even to breathe. Freya formed an airtight seal, and was careful not to leave in any more oxygen than was already in there. As his fighting slowed and then stopped, she began pumping more of herself in. She found that now that she had to manipulate her own paste, Benjamin's flesh was as easy to manipulate as putty, and she set about remaking it into her own form. Shapely legs... sizeable breasts.. long hair.. tight clothes. She frowned, snapping the clothes against her skin. She couldn't quite control the color, though. Her skin, while more human than it had been a few hours ago, skill had an unnatural pinkish hue, and her hair looked like it was suspended in a translucent pink gel. The clothes was the worst though, as soon as she hardened it the pink sugar crystallized all over it.
Benjamin started to come to as she slid off the bed and walked to one of the mirrors. Looking through his eyes, he saw her massiging her shapely body. He tried to move, tendons tightening and muscles jerking, but Freya was in control, and smacked the side of her head. "Settle down in there," Freya commanded, as Benjamin tried to figure out why her hitting her head made his hurt.
"Oh this is swell.. I can hear you think but you can't hear me? Well here's what's up. You took my body for your art.. now I'm taking yours."
Benjamin looked at disbelief at the mirror, til he felt her running her hands down the her sides, til she got to her hips, which still didn't look right. But grabbing firmly, she pulled her skeleton apart. It felt like bending a wire christmas tree back into shape... and pushing her padding around she soon looked just right.
"If only I had the chronivac... What? You lost it? How?" Freya frowned, searching her memories.
"You idiot." she declared as she extracted them. "What are we going to do now.. Sigh. Well first things, got to get out of here."
Getting an idea, she went into the wardrobe where she had seen all the costumes before, and pulled out the french maid's outfit she hadn't gotten to wear before. "This should do it... It'll keep us from looking too weird, and you from getting any ideas."
Freya confirmed Brianna's suspicions by reading Benjamin's thoughts as she put the costume on.
"You're way too happy about this.. I guess you can consider me generous, considering I'm letting you wear this one last time."