Notes on the Misapplication of Mad Science
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My buddy Bill is one of those geniuses that you hear about sometimes.
Our hometown is hardly more than a wide spot in the road, but that never
bothered Bill much; he mostly lived inside his own head, and that was
and area as big as the sky.
Bill is one of those guys who can think of an idea and just see how it
works. It's like his daydreams come complete with numbered diagrams. He
was constantly building or inventing stuff while we were growing up, and
after a while no one even bothered to seriously compete against him in
the science fairs at school.
Of course, things like that attract attention, and it wasn't too long
after graduation that he sort of vanished (I think it was maybe two
weeks). Everyone figured that the government had swooped in and snagged
him for one of its think tanks, and life went on.
I personally went into real estate, and it got to the point where I was
running an office of three agents and a secretary. For my town, this was
prosperous beyond belief. I never married, though I sort of had my eye
on the secretary. It was just idle thought, but it got me through
sometimes.
I'd mostly forgotten about Bill when, ten years after graduation, I got
a message from him. He'd found my email address (probably from one of
the monthly circulars full of "Reduced for Quick Sale!" and the like),
and he wanted me to come see him. Turns out, he was living in his
parents' old house.
I went out of curiosity. Bill was just as I'd remembered him: head in
the clouds, absentminded, but capable of making comments that were so
razor-sharp that you didn't even know they were funny until you'd
thought about them. It was a great change in my routine, and I started
coming over to hang out more and more as time went by.
Bill said that he worked for a large company (he wouldn't say which
one). Basically, someone had seen how his mind worked, so that someone
had put Bill where he wanted to be, had made sure that he was incredibly
well paid and supplied, and then had quietly stepped back to see what
would happen. Bill said that his name was on at least 77 patents that he
could talk about, and a bunch more that he couldn't. He'd felt the most
comfortable in the house where he'd grown up, and so he'd paid for his
parents to retire to Florida (his mom's eternal dream) and had moved in.
The house was rewired for the highest possible Internet connection
speeds, and the electrical wiring was tripled in strength. The back half
of the house had been turned into his lab (I was never allowed in there,
which was fine with me; I probably wouldn't have understood what I was
seeing anyway).
So it went like that for about six months. A few days before Halloween
rolled around, I went to see him and found a note taped to his door.
"Tommy. Working on something. Come back Halloween around four."
I was used to this by now; sometimes Bill would get so wrapped up in
what he was doing that he'd work on it to the exclusion of things like
sleep or food. Rather than try to pull his head out of the work, I'd
just leave him alone until he finished.
I went back to my normal routine for the next few days and then came
back after closing early on Halloween. It was a Friday, so my agents
were glad to get out of there early.
I knocked at Bill's door and followed his voice into the house. He
called me from the back, the lab, where I'd never gone before. Carrying
a cold Pepsi in each hand, I shrugged and headed back there.
His lab was bigger than I'd imagined. Obviously, the house had been
expanded to accommodate it. Bill was mostly a theorist, sort of a
thinker, but he loved to build stuff as well. He had two long benches
set up and many racks of electrical and engineering tools sitting on
them. Boxes hugged the wall under the benches, probably full of stuff
that I wasn't supposed to see. But the most interesting thing was at the
end of the far bench.
A computer with an unusually large main tower was hooked up to something
that looked like a transporter pad from Star Trek. Lots of trailing
wires and what appeared to be sensors were hanging in a cage around the
"pad." Next to the computer, a small rack had a series of clunky-looking
watches and a huge number of small silvery disks. Bill wore one of the
watches on his wrist.
He said, "I want to show you my latest idea, Tommy. Sit down there and
just watch."
I sat in the chair indicated and watched as Bill fiddled with his watch.
"Okay, ready?" he said. I nodded, and he punched a button on the front.
Immediately he seemed to shimmer slightly, as if he was on a movie
screen and had gone a little out of focus. His blurred form got taller,
and then maybe ten seconds later he stabilized.
Where my friend Bill had stood (medium height, balding, scrawny) was a
man with the body of a young Greek god. Sparkling teeth, waves of blonde
hair, so good-looking that it was painful, and muscles on his muscles.
He grinned at me, and I jumped backwards, knocking over the chair. Bill
had been wearing his normal jeans and t-shirt, and this guy had on only
a pair of swimming trunks.
I said, "..."
The guy responded, "It's okay. It's me, Bill!" He had a deep, resonant
voice. He lifted his arm and punched a button on his watch (same one, I
noticed), and ten seconds of shimmer later, he was Bill again. I stood
there with something wet sliding down the side of my legs. I looked down
and saw that both Pepsis were ruined; in my shock, I'd squeezed them so
hard that they'd ruptured.
Bill took some time talking me down, and eventually I sort of got the
facts straight. He'd been working on this theory that we look like what
we think we look like. He knew that the mind could affect some things
around us, in tightly controlled circumstances. But where the mind was
most effective was when it was affecting itself and ourselves. The
computer on his desk, connected to the "watch" on his wrist, allowed him
to convince himself that he looked different. It was so strong a
conviction that it altered his very body. "Apparently, right down to the
genetic code," he added.
He wanted to show me again. He hit a button on the watch and a small
silvery disk slid out of the side of it. He put it back on the rack with
the others and then pulled a different one out. He slid it into the
watch and hit the main button again. A few seconds of shimmer later, and
he was the spitting image of the dwarf from the Lord of the Rings
movies. He grinned at me, and then I grinned back. He punched a button
again, and then he was back to normal.
He said, "So, wanna try it? I figure that tonight would be a perfect
test run for us."
"Tonight?"
"Halloween. I've made up a bunch of disks for costumes. But first, I
need to take some readings off you."
He had me stand in the cage on top of the transporter-pad-thing, and the
computer flashed and hummed for a while. Finally he said he was done,
and I stepped off to see myself on the screen. He punched some buttons
for a while, and four disks slid out of the side and into a hopper. He
said, "These are you. Your pattern, I mean. I wanted to make four so
that we could put them in different places as backups. I did the same
thing for my own pattern. It shouldn't be necessary, since I'm going to
hardwire your pattern into your watch, but it's always good to have
backup." I fervently agreed.
He said, "Now, here's one that I made based off your senior yearbook
pictures. I want to show you how it feels before we get out there on the
street."
He showed me the procedure to follow and then handed me a watch and a
disk. I slid the disk into the side, much like a miniaturized CD player,
and then pushed the required buttons. As soon as the last button was
pushed, the world went very strange. It was like everything I had known
was suddenly wrong, but it was okay; someone was telling me what was
right. As it turned out, most of what I knew was right, but the Whoever
was quick to fill me in on what I'd gotten wrong. Soon the world made
sense again. Bill took me over to another corner, where he'd set up a
large mirror.
Intellectually, I knew that I was very different. I'd youthened by
nearly ten years, after all. However, I didn't feel strange or
different. I felt like, well, me. Bill said, "It's weird, but you don't
feel odd, do you? That's what I mean. Deep down, the machine convinced
you that this is how you look and feel. There's no REASON for you to
feel strange. Hit the return button."
I did so, and the same things happened. Soon I was back to normal,
though it still felt just as normal as my younger self had. I turned to
Bill an said, "You're going to make all the money in the world."
He grinned. "Too late, man. Now I just do stuff like this for fun." He
held out a handful of disks and continued, "Ready to go out there and
wow them?"
I took the handful and pocketed them. He took a similar handful and
said, "I designed a lot of ‘costume' bodies, so I figure that we can
just change every so often. And it'll be random, so we can really get a
sense of how this handles in the field. Ready to go?"
I was. We both put in new disks and hit the change buttons.
When the changes stopped, we crowded toward the mirror. Bill was dressed
as a cowboy, looking just like Clint Eastwood in "A Fistful of Dollars."
I had become a duplicate of the Terminator, at the end of the first
movie of the same name. I noticed that our clothing had changed, and
Bill said, "That's because it's just clothing. The mind is a powerful
thing; it's a lot harder to change your body than it is to change your
clothes, man." I figured I'd let it pass.
Being the Terminator was interesting. Everywhere I looked, there was a
reddish cast over the scene. It wasn't exactly computer readouts, but it
gave me the illusion of having those, so I just relaxed and enjoyed it.
We sort of freaked out the first couple of groups of kids we came to, so
we decided to change as soon as we found a secluded place.
The next "costumes" were much better. I ended up as an exact duplicate
of Worf from Star Trek, and Bill became the Flash. Of course, he didn't
have the Flash's speed, but I was noticeably stronger. It was
interesting. The third change is where things got a little weird.
Bill became a copy of Barbosa, from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies.
I became a centaur. That's right, a real, functioning half-human half-
horse. Once again, it didn't feel strange at all. I was able to trot
around without once feeling strange. I was a good three feet taller (or
so) and had four legs, but I felt as though I'd been born that way. As
you can imagine, I created quite a stir when I walked out into the
street. Kids came up to me for blocks around, wanting rides, wanting to
know how we'd done it, and everything else in the world. Finally we got
away, and we both changed for the fourth time that night.
I became one of the ninja turtles (Raphael, I think, though it was hard
to tell since weapons hadn't come with the shell). Bill, however, had a
more dramatic change. When his blurring had finished, "he" was no longer
male at all. "He" was a female vampire, slim and pale in a wispy dress.
Long dark red hair cascaded down over "his" slight frame, and "his"
fangs were barely visible, poking at "his" full bottom lip. "He" smiled
and said, "Not bad, huh? Too bad you're a turtle."
I laughed and said that he was a weirdo, and I'd understand if he wanted
us to change again. Bill shook his head and led the way, swaying slender
hips and generally acting as predatory as possible toward any kids who
came our way. Thanks to his act, no one crowded around the turtle, so we
spent the next ten minutes or so alone. Finally we decided to move on to
the next change. It was getting late, so we decided to make it the last
one of the night.
When the shimmering was done, Bill was back on the male side as a
marine. I, however, had changed genders this time. Specifically, I had
become Wonder Woman. I looked in the darkened glass of a nearby house's
windows and took stock. I was about six feet tall, though I looked
taller in my high heels. The amount of skin I had exposed was somewhat
embarrassing (even though it didn't feel odd at all). Creamy white skin
covered my entire luscious form, making me seem to glow in the dimming
moonlight. My large breasts were restrained (comfortably) by the golden
hawk that stretched across my chest, and my wide hips flared out into
incredibly long, bare legs.
I wanted to touch everything, but I was already drawing a crowd. Bill
made a show of "protecting" me, and we finally explained that I was here
doing publicity for the new Wonder Woman movie. I felt conspicuous, and
it was very strange to have men staring at all the different parts of my
body except for my face, so finally I broke away from the crowd and
darted into a dark alcove. I turned back into my normal form and joined
the outskirts of the dwindling group. It was starting to rain, so
interest had flagged dramatically.
Bill and I ran home as the heavens opened up, and we collapsed on the
couch in his living room. After a few minutes, he offered to let me stay
the night. I agreed, and went to take a shower while my clothes ran
through the wash. I wrapped myself in one of his old bathrobes and fell
asleep on the couch almost instantly.
My dreams were pretty normal right up until the end. I can't say what
changed, exactly, but I knew that something was different about me and
about them. I didn't dream a whole lot, since the thunder and lightning
from the storm kept waking me up. Finally, during the wee hours, the
storm passed and I was able to get some rest.
I woke up to a familiar face staring at me. It was the guy that Bill had
turned into the day before, the incredibly handsome young Greek god
type. Rather than the self-assured confidence that he'd projected the
day before, the guy looked worried. When he saw that I was awake, he
said, "Tommy, don't freak out. Something's happened with the computer,
but I want you to not freak out. This is totally fixable, okay?"
I sat up and said, "What the hell is happening." I moved my hair out of
my face, and warning bells went off in part of my mind. Almost sure of
what I'd find, I looked down.
Sure enough, the tightly wrapped bathrobe was full of breasts. Big ones.
I swung my legs out onto the floor and stood up, noticing again that I
didn't feel strange at all. I turned my back to him and opened the robe.
From what little I could see around my enormous rack, I was definitely
female. Extremely female. By moving my deliciously soft breasts to the
side, I could see a tiny waist and awesomely wide hips tapering down
into short but shapely legs. I was maybe five feet tall, which explained
my short legs. I was firm and toned, and I had skin that was so pale it
was almost translucent. My hair was a rich golden color and fell down in
rings and waves to nearly my knees.
I closed my robe and turned back to him. I said, "What happened? Why am
I…what happened?" My voice was low and clear, and quite sexy. I didn't
want to think about it.
He said, "I think that lightning got the computer. Near as I can tell,
it happened around three in the morning. I think it scrambled the main
boards and caused it to assign forms to us at random."
I was still wearing my watch, so I punched the return button. Nothing
happened. I hammered at it for a few seconds before I quit. I sat down
heavily, now noticing the padded feeling from my much larger ass. I
said, "So what, we're stuck like this?" A cold knot of panic was growing
in my belly.
"No, no! I mean, we are for now, but when I get the parts replaced I can
totally reverse this."
"Well, how long will that take?"
"Not long, once I get them. But it'll take maybe a week to get them
delivered."
"So…I'm like this for a week? Bill, I have a business to run!"
"You'll have to take some time off. You're the boss. You can do that."
I guessed that I didn't have much choice. Bill still looked
uncomfortable about something. I said, "What is it? Something else?"
Bill shifted his feet, and I suddenly became extremely aware of him. I
mean, I'd seen him, but suddenly it was like I'd never really noticed
anything about him before. I was staring at his chest (eye level to me)
and wondering what that hair felt like when he said, "Well, these
bodies…um…they're a little unusual."
I almost missed his words, marveling at his deep, rich voice. I shook my
head and said, "What's strange about them?"
"Well, I made these more as a thought experiment, and I saved them in
the same file. They're supposed to be, um, private."
The light struck. "These are SEX TOYS?"
He winced, which looked really good on his current face. I felt my
nipples getting a little firm. "Well, yeah. They're different from
normal human bodies."
"Different how?" I was starting to get a sneaking suspicion.
"Well, I made them really sensitive. Like, several times the nerve
endings of normal humans. Also, they're very strong and flexible, and
they have superhuman stamina. And they're sterile."
"Boy, you didn't miss a thing, did you?" I was getting warm.
"And there's one more thing..." he trailed off.
"I'm horny!" I gasped. Now that I saw what was happening, it all made
sense. I was getting all hot and bothered by this, well, man.
"Yeah."
It made sense. Why have your dream girl around if she didn't feel like
doing anything with you? Of course, the fact that I was now that dream
girl made it a different situation. I was suddenly very aware of his
crotch, where a tent had been erected. I didn't want to think about
anything being erect, so I kept talking.
I said, "Well, we're just going to have to deal with it. I mean, a week
isn't that long, right? And you'll have things to work on until the
parts get here, right?"
"Sure! Yes! I'm going to go do that right now!" He seemed quite
relieved, and he dashed off into the back. I worked very hard to keep
from watching his ass flex as he ran, and I was totally unsuccessful.
I went into the bathroom and sort of stood there staring into the
mirror. My face was spectacular, sensual and riveting. My bright green
eyes dominated, almost drawing attention away from the full lips and
tiny nose. A light spray of freckles finished the effect. I was
dumbstruck by the sheer perfection I saw in the mirror. I opened my robe
to see what I could see. Since I was so much shorter than I'd been
before, it wasn't much, but it certainly confirmed my fears.
Those breasts hanging off my chest were enormous. Not just big for my
size, but simply huge. They were soft and round, seeming to take the law
of gravity as a mere suggestion. My nipples were four times their normal
size, but they looked small on those mammoth boobs. I noticed that they
were at least firm, if not hard. I reached up and brushed against one,
and I almost passed out. Bill had NOT been kidding about the sensitivity
of this body.
I kept at it, pinching and massaging. Soon I was on my knees, moaning
and gasping. My entire breast was as sensitive as my nipples had been
the previous day...and my nipples were completely out of this world.
Pretty soon the gasping had turned to little shrieks, and then the
orgasm hit and I collapsed in a writhing heap. I had never imagined that
such pleasure could even exist. I don't know how long I was
incapacitated, but when I finally was able to give my body orders again,
I was lying on the floor in a drift of my own hair and panting with the
sensations. The afterglow was pretty amazing, but what was even more
amazing was something I discovered when I stood up again: I was still
horny.
I set about trying to remedy that, with some enthusiasm. But no matter
how often I fingered myself into the dimension of utter bliss, when I
came back I was still more than ready to go again. Finally, I wrapped
myself in the robe again and headed down the hall to see if Bill had
learned anything about the delivery dates. I noticed that I had spent
two hours in my pleasure-induced coma. In one way it felt like five
minutes, and in another way it felt like a week.
I opened the door and said, "Hey, Bill have you he-"
That was as far as I got. Bill was sitting naked on a chair, his
gigantic penis in his hands. It was long enough for him to get both
hands on it, and he was pumping away with vigor. He turned his head and
froze at the sight of me, but apparently the shock was enough to push
him over the edge. He shuddered and began spurting thick white cream
into the garbage can between his knees. His eyes rolled back into his
head, and he made incoherent grunts for a little while. Finally, the
stream slowed and he was able to come back to this world.
I smiled gently to disguise the raging lust that was burning through my
entire body. I said, "Look, man, this is silly. You said we were
sterile, right? So there's no reason for us to just sit in different
rooms and masturbate for the next week."
"Wha...what...are you serious?" he gasped. I noticed that while his cock
had been at half-mast, it was already making a comeback.
I said, "Well, let's see." I released my grip on the robe and let it
slowly slide to the floor. "Not going to need that anymore. Guess I'm
still serious." I spread my arms and turned in a leisurely circle,
letting him see all of my gloriousness. When I was facing him again, I
gently touched my rock-hard nipples and gasped. I arched my back and
said, "Mmm. These are pretty serious."
He watched in open-mouthed awe as I swept part of the counter behind me
clear of debris. I stepped up on a chair and sat on the counter. "Hmm.
That ass of mine makes a fine cushion. Now," I continued, spreading my
legs in his direction, "Do you think I'm serious or not?"
He stood up, and I was glad to see that he was back to full readiness.
He took a step toward me and said, "But...I've never..."
I leaned forward and took the tip of his cock in my tiny hand. It was so
hot that I thought it would burn me, but I managed somehow. I pulled him
toward me, put him at the entrance to my wet cleft, and said, "I've
never like this. We can figure it out, you think?"
He reached around behind me, took a huge double handful of my ass, and
started to press into me. I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes, lost in
the totally alien sensation. At first it felt like the start of an
erection, except in reverse, but pretty soon there was no denying what
was going on: a man was filling me up. I kept my eyes closed for eons,
until I was sure that he had pushed as far into me as it was possible to
go. When I opened my eyes and checked, I was shocked to find that he had
gone in perhaps three inches.
I said, "Ah!" and he stopped. His worried face almost made me start to
giggle, but I held it in. I said, "No, no, it's good. It's just...it's
really tight."
He held on to his handfuls and kept pressing, groaning with his need. I
moaned as well, partly in shock and partly in fulfillment; this was
definitely what this body had been craving since waking up. Suddenly, he
stopped, and he started to shudder. I felt him jerking inside me, and I
was suddenly full of a liquid heat. It spilled out of me, around my legs
and onto the bench. I felt him softening inside me.
I had to bring him back. I grabbed his hair with both hands and brought
his face down into my chest. He wasn't kidding about us both being
flexible. I buried his head between my gigantic tits, and his cock
started to harden again. Now he had lubricated the way also, and the
combination of his lube and mine made it easier. It was still slow, but
before too long he had finally sunk himself in all the way to the hilt.
I had never imagined this sort of feeling. I felt packed so tight that I
could swear that I tasted him in the back of my throat, but it was
exactly what I had been craving for hours. He touched me everywhere, his
hands roaming freely, and my enormous breasts were pressed flat against
his hairy chest. I thought I could feel each individual hair on his
chest rubbing against my diamond-hard nipples, and the sensations were
all working together to drive me higher and higher.
Then suddenly he pulled halfway out of me and plunged back in, and I
went wailing over the edge.
That started a long (and I do mean LONG) piece of time about which I
have no clear memories. I know that he kept driving in and out of me,
and I kept squealing and shrieking. His grunts and groans sounded
incredibly sexy to me, and the entire time our hands were pushing and
caressing and pinching each other. I know I did the cliche thing and
scratched his back up pretty well, but I simply could NOT control
myself. The orgasms and the chronic horniness robbed me of conscious
thought.
I had NEVER lost control like that, not for so long. It was like this
amazing body of mine was moving on its own, and I was just along for the
ride. There was just nothing I could do to stop myself from howling and
bucking my wide hips and nibbling on his neck and wrapping my legs
around him and then screaming some more as yet another orgasm plowed me
under. Each wash of extreme pleasure just left me wanting more, and
every time he came and filled me with heat I just wanted to feel it
again.
We didn't stay on the workbench for long. We finally ended up on the
floor, fucking in every single position that we could think of. I had
his cock in me from behind, from the front, in my mouth, everywhere. And
even when I was blowing him, I was STILL having world-shattering
climaxes, just over and over like huge ocean waves.
Around five in the morning, we finally had to stop. I was sure that I
was going to die from exhaustion, but there was a big part of me that
still wanted nothing more than to have him inside me. It wasn't so much
that we made a conscious decision to stop (since we weren't really
capable of thought at that point) as that we both fell asleep in the
middle of screwing each other.
When I woke up the next morning, I was pinned down by the weight of him
on top of me. I was sore all over, partly from the extremely athletic
night we'd put in and partly from the fact that we'd fallen asleep on a
hard floor that was padded by nothing but a bathrobe.
I was enjoying the heat from his still-slumbering body, and I was also
enjoying the fact that he was still hard inside me even in his dreams,
so I just lay there for a while. I was staring up at the bottom of the
workbench that held his body-changing computer, and I didn't think
anything of it for a while. But then I noticed a blinking green light.
I focused on the light and followed the cords around to see where they
all went. The computer case was slightly blackened from the lightning
strike, and so was the wall socket, but everything was still plugged in
together. I followed the power cord with my eyes to the bottom of the
computer and saw the green light that I'd noticed earlier. It was
steady, but the light next to it was flickering. And the one next to
THAT was blinking occasionally. The computer was getting power.
I was trying to wedge myself out from under him when he started to move.
His eyes were still closed, and he was still breathing heavily, so I'm
pretty sure he was asleep. But his cock stiffened inside me even more,
and then he started to thrust in and out. Suddenly, the status of the
computer lost all meaning to me. I felt my hips buck toward him and I
moaned in pleasure as he responded. Suddenly his eyes opened and he
jerked backward like he'd been shocked. I smiled and bucked my hips
again, and an answering smile crossed his face and he thrust forward to
meet me.
And we were off again. We fucked hard for two hours before he finally
pulled out of me entirely. We lay next to each other for a while, our
chests heaving with the need for oxygen. He played with my chest,
tweaking my nipples and massaging my colossal boobs to the point where I
actually had another orgasm. While I was moaning and writhing, he got up
and said, "I'm gonna go make breakfast. Well, lunch. I'll be back in a
few."
I watched through half-conscious eyes as his ass flexed its way down his
hall, led by his penis (that was STILL at least semi-hard). I wanted him
to come back, but I had something to do first.
I got up and staggered to the computer. I was sore in places that I'd
never had before, so I was walking a little like a man who'd been kicked
in the nuts. No one would ever mistake me for a man, though. I turned on
the monitor for the computer and got a black screen. Then I moved the
mouse a little, and suddenly the familiar menus popped up as the screen-
saver turned off.
Son of a bitch! His computer was working fine! In fact, my current body
was being displayed there. I ran over the specs really quickly. It was
pretty much as he'd told me, though he'd neglected to mention that our
bodies would heal about five times faster than a normal person's. I
looked for the serial numbers for the disks he'd used, but it turned out
that he hadn't used any disks for us at all. He'd hardwired the forms
into a pair of the watches. I looked at the one I'd been wearing the day
before when I'd woken up, and sure enough, the serial numbers matched.
It wasn't malfunctioning at all; it just had a different body in it than
my real one!
I heard him coming down the hall and I rushed to put everything back the
way it'd been. When he came in, I was sprawled out on the bathrobe,
staring at him through half-lidded, electric green eyes. He said, "I
called in to your office and pretended to be you. I told them that an
emergency had come up and you wouldn't be in this week." I nodded and
attacked the food. He'd put together some toast and fruit, and we must
have gotten halfway through the meal before we were back to the main
event again.
Understand: I was hacked off. But there wasn't a whole lot I could do
about it right then. He was obviously playing with me, but at the same
time I was having a fantastic time. My constant horniness made it easy
to convince myself to play along until I had a better chance to make a
move. I was sure that I still had one of my true body's backup disks
sitting in my wallet, and until I had a chance to use it, there was that
giant penis that needed attention. And I was just the girl for the job!
I didn't let myself lose all control again, though. I had a very simple
goal: I had to fuck him unconscious. The goal was simple in theory but
difficult in practice, since we both had unreal stamina. But I was
matching him with two orgasms for every one of his, so it wasn't like I
didn't enjoy trying.
I mostly insisted on being on top, since that let us both have access to
my breasts and let me lean back and forth to make sure that everything
got stimulated. Once he saw how much I liked being on top (and how much
he loved watching my huge tits as I bounced up and down), he stopped
trying to roll us over, so I was able to let my body take the reins
again for a while.
For the rest of my life, whenever I hear the word "insatiable," I will
think of those four hours. We were rolling along and having a
spectacular time when suddenly I realized that he wasn't thrusting into
me anymore. I was just bouncing up and down on a hard pole. I had
another orgasm, and when I'd recovered I found that he was asleep.
I gently pulled myself off the penis and went over to the computer. I
picked up a pair of the watches and strapped one around my wrist. I
strapped the other around his, and I went through the activation
sequence for both of them.
When the shimmering finally ended, I stared down at the blonde on the
bathrobe. Her body had obviously been designed for a reason, and my new
(huge) cock was definitely ready to take full advantage. All my fatigue
and soreness were gone, and she had told my workplace that I wouldn't be
in for a week, so I didn't see anything holding me back. I was sterile,
after all.
I spread her legs and gently pressed into her. By the time I was halfway
in, she was awake and staring. I smiled into her eyes, squeezed one of
her gigantic breasts, and said, "Let's have a good time, Bill. Just
relax." By the second thrust, she was squealing and writhing, and I knew
that we had a really good week in store.