Greetings from Jessica's vagina! AMA!

by **dreamweevil** » Fri Mar 03, 2017 4:49 am

bigmacrmuk wrote:Thanks for your response, Miss Alicia. I figured as much that it would end up that way. A power like this (especially the way it can spread), no matter how much you try to keep it under wraps...people find out, and people panic. That's what they do.

I'm actually a postgrad in campus (though I'm sure with the resources at your disposal I'm sure you already know who I am) and I've been staying away from most of the ladies on campus for a while now anyway based on what I've read here...but from what you've said the changes that are coming are eventually going to drop upon everyones head, mine included, in due course.

Alicia: I certainly don't have those resources, and frankly I don't want them. I apologize for being facetious: I wouldn't support legislation that discriminated against men that way. Neither would the other women I know. We might giggle about it from time to time, proposing ideas similar to real-life ones done to us: in countries where a woman could be put to death for wearing revealing clothing, how about replacing that with a law that sentences a man to the same fate if he fails to reveal enough of himself to us at all times?

I haven't had time to read the drafts of the proposed legislation, but I know the general theme is towards a rather liberating deregulation. At some point, if you want to be unbirthed and reborn, like Jessica and Amy have decided to do, you won't have to hide what you're doing, won't have to file any paperwork except as necessary to deal with your assets. No government will have any reason to care what sex you are, how old you are, even your name or what you look like. Perhaps one of my sisters is more up to date on the specifics.

bigmacrmuk wrote:I'm not entirely sure how I feel about not being given a choice about that.

I know this is likely coming from a position of self interest (and goodness knows if I did run into someone with the intention to...do things to me there would be precious little I could do) and it could be said that what I fear is the same situation that women have been in since the dawn of civilization..but is it possible to understand one guy who IS a bit afraid. It's probably irrational given what you've told me about being able to wield power without it corrupting, but I've seen what abuses of power can do from the male side (which is horrible) and I'd rather like to finish my thesis (and decorating my kitchen) without being out in the world and some lady suddenly wanting to take me for herself - and being fully able to do it with no recourse. You've said that can't (or won't) happen, but given the full backing of the legal and political system...

I understand, however, if you have no reassurances for me. Perhaps I could find out more by reading these blogs or talking to someone in order to allay my fears further.

There's no way I can offer a perfect reassurance here, unfortunately. Even though I can share my thoughts with others, and in my blog I've described groups of women who've done this as "one", we're still very much individuals.

Let me describe that a bit for you since you haven't experienced it. Suppose I meet a woman very much unlike myself. Say I'm very liberal or progressive and she's very conservative (yet somehow willing to put her tongue in my mouth). Or any other kind of polar opposites (I'm super law-abiding and she's a criminal mastermind.) What happens?

I liken it to being locked in a room together until you can work out many of those differences, except that it happens at light speed. Facts and wisdom tend to win out, because generally they're backed by common knowledge that both of us already have. Good feelings tend to win out over bad ones: if I'm enjoying my life and she's not, she's going to want to become more like me, and can pretty much instantly explore just how I've accomplished my success. But then we also work out the implications of that: we're going to emerge from this locked room together, how do we do so such that, together, we're the happiest in the long run when we both have to inhabit the same world?

That last little bit preserves individuality. Her taste in fashion may be different than mine, but it would be counterproductive for me to start emulating her; otherwise, before long, all women on the planet would act the same, and absolutely nobody wants that. The fact that we emerge from this process as different individuals is good for both of us, and so that's what happens.

There are bad people out there of both sexes, no question. And some absolute risk in putting some very powerful biological weapons at the disposal of a woman who might misuse them. For now, at least, I trust that no woman is about to share her abilities with an arch-criminal. But, I mean, look at me! That guy in Florida should have been arrested by police, had a fair trial in front of his peers with a lawyer to defend him, and then probably served out his life in a prison. I didn't exactly take it on myself to do what I've done, and you all understand it was for the best of intentions. But I realize every day that I have the capability. (Well, not right now, as my womb is occupied at the moment, but you get the idea.) I could sidle into some lonely guy's room, seduce him, and ulimately vanish him between my legs for no reason other than I want to.

I wouldn't, for the same reason I think you wouldn't, given the same power. But the curse of individuality is that the more women who have this power, the more likely it becomes that one of them, somewhere, will make the wrong decision before she can be corrected by the women around her. Worse yet would be for her to convince her friends that she was right.

EDIT: Corrected typo.

by **bigmacrmuk** » Fri Mar 03, 2017 10:26 am

As always, thanks for the response, Miss Alicia. It was extremely illuminating, and I can see from your final two paragraphs that you understand where I'm coming from with this (particularly the "convincing her friends that she was right" part). I guess only time will tell.

In the meantime, I'm going to keep reading, keep writing, and keep my eyes open!

by **dreamweevil** » Sat Mar 04, 2017 4:33 pm

Daisy: At least we don't have to go grocery shopping for a little while.

Alicia contacted us and told us all that we need to fast for a day or two before she arrives home. This is going to seem weird, but she's got a real problem on her hands (or, specifically, in her belly) and needs our help with it.

So: My mother, Jessica, decided to become my other mother's "partner" in the most extreme way possible. Inside Alicia's uterus, the two have become one, who (after she's born) will look very much like Amy. Except for one very annoying problem. It was a stretch, even with daily email access, for the vice president of a company to take four consecutive weeks off. And four weeks has not given Alicia's rather efficient metabolism enough time to absorb and dispose of a fully-grown human female. It took four months for her body to completely eliminate that scumbag sex trafficker, but now she's constrained to just four weeks.

Now, she's taken on some of that weight herself, and is going to leave Amy with some dieting to do; but it's now pretty clear that Amy will still be too large once "unshrunk", and will not look like a healthy woman returning from a much-needed four-week vacation.

So, while I wait for her to arrive home, she is asking her body to do the one other kind of nutrient transfer that a woman's body can. As we speak, hopefully hidden under baggy clothing, Alicia's bosom is swelling. She wants Belle, Clarisse and I to help her "digest" the extra weight such that Amy looks reasonably normal when she returns to work on Monday. Oh, by the way: it's Thursday.

In a way it all sounds weird and disgusting to me, but in another way it's pretty sweet: our mother, feeding us from herself one more time.

Meanwhile, I've got something else for you. I've seen the questions about the future (especially you regular humans reading this blog!), the worries about what might happen if this gets out of control. Since neither Jessica nor Amy have been here, I've been the one to check up on what's happening with my Human 4.0 concept. It's been approved! Yeah!

I can't go into too much detail on how that information gets communicated, for obvious reasons, but I can certainly clue you in as to the kind of content there is. And since this is your future too (at least if you, or someone you love, chooses it), I think it's only fair to share it, or at least an interesting subset.

So what we've got is a kind of online catalog: proposals, designs, opinions, refinements, reviews on each design idea. Some of these are clever, some quite frightening. The idea is to peer-review these ideas before putting them into practice, collectively improve upon them and test them through simulation, and to "standardize" body plan details where they require compatibility (like my 4.0 concept for reproduction, which I'll unabashedly list first). Though I'm doing some translation for your convenience, I'm going to kind of keep to the real layout so you can get a feel for what we're doing.

Besides the descriptions and comments, the real catalog also has the real "recipes". Genetic Recipe Description Language (.grdl) is the way we've come up with to encode designs now that there are far too many of us to share peer-to-peer, as it were. A woman can read a .grdl file and "see" the resulting plan, and if she chooses can implement it during reproduction (or "reforming", though the trend is to also call this "reproduction").

There are several different kinds of plans: At any time there's one "core" plan, which is constantly being improved upon and is now at 4.0. Others are individual pick-and-choose options, and some are intended for (usually male) "partners" that haven't decided to take the whole "become-one-of-us" route yet. Those plans are pretty limited; they're implemented through the same kind of "infection" that gives a person neural linking capabilitiess.

A warning to guys (and 1.5 "partners"): You may not like some of these. In fact, I've chosen a few likely to give you shivers. I'll let you decide which you read. In the full list, since there's no central authority, there's also no censorship. A design might be "not recommended" by most reviewers, but we have intentionally not sought to limit what gets shared this way. I suspect many of these won't ever see the light of day, but then again I'll likely never know. But consider it a fair warning. If you see something you like, though, and your wife or girlfriend is already one of us, well, it's there for you.

You'll notice that recipes contain no attribution. This is intentional, for security. And although the first design I'll show is in theory "mine", it's of course actually a collaborative effort among dozens, even hundreds of us. Enjoy.

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Flexible gender appearance, simplified reproduction mechanics, iteration rollup ("4.0")

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Type: Core

Description:This design restores human gender diversity, at least in external appearance, and uses the same ability to simplify reproduction between any two individuals. Each individual may control both her primary and secondary sexual characteristics along a sliding spectrum. The initial appearance may be determined before birth and subsequently adjusted by each individual, from an extremely feminine appearance to extremely masculine or anywhere in-between. In male forms, an ovipositor that simulates the male penis allows for controlled deposition of individual eggs for purposes of reproduction. Primary sex characteristic changes occur quickly: within about an hour in most cases, less than two in general. Secondary characteristic changes take between days and months, depending on the extent of the changes desired. Voice changes occur immediately. This change includes a rollup of improvements to parasitic and fungal infection immunities as well as incremental performance improvements.

Consensus: While not achieving a goal of male/female genetic differentiation, this plan is a substantial improvement over the "3.0" plan and there is no reason not to adopt it. It introduces the first consciously-driven, "live" morphology change that we expect to see more of in the future, averting the need to be completely unbirthed and reborn in order to change one's appearance. Those with this plan can be completely indistinguishable, even when completely naked, from human males should they choose, with simulated (non-functional) testes as a secondary characteristic. (Most reviewers expect that this adaptation is transitional and will be removed in future core plans). The transformation itself is wired to "desired gender identity" (NKB6-191.A5/G); the more intense the "wish" to appear one sex or another the more quickly and thoroughly; the primary sex transition (from vagina to ovipositor) occurs almost exactly halfway through the range. The center 30% of this adjustment "dial" will leave the individual with a rather androgynous appearance; beyond that one looks like a normal man or woman; at extremes taking on more of a "supermodel" or "bodybuilder" appearance, though the actual results will certainly vary based on other genetic factors. Most reviewers applaud the brilliance and simplicity of the design and the ultimate life-flexibility it offers. Highly recommended for all.

Risks: At the current time the ability to change one's appearance might be used to defeat conventional law enforcement.

Recipe: 4.0-A006814N1.grdl

Flexible Hair Color/texture

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Paralyzing Pee

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Type: Defense option, hidden, universal

Description: We hope you never have to use this, but it's nice to know you have it if you need it. If you find yourself under attack, a small gland near your bladder adds a paralyzing agent to your urine. The agent is specially designed to be absorbed through skin: it interrupts your attacker's motor nerves, resulting in a generally harmless paralysis lasting for several minutes, plenty of time to escape the situation. It's a last resort that can never be taken from you when you need it most!

Consensus: In simulation, this worked better than we expected, but with some limitations users should be aware of. Exposure to only about 5ml of "paralyzing pee", even to a small surface area (3 cm2) was enough to trigger the paralysis in a genetically unmodified human. This means that a woman does not even need to directly spray an attacker: she could merely wet herself and the attacker will feel the effects merely by touching her wet clothing (with ungloved hands).

Due to antiparasitic and DNA defenses, modified humans have varying levels of immunity. "2.0" test subjects were functionally disabled but could still move in an uncoordinated fashion; the "3.0" body plan felt only a slight numbness; "4.0" is completely unaffected by it. This immunity was felt necessary to prevent a user from paralyzing herself. Duration of the paralysis tested at 3-6 minutes; exposure to air, or dilution in plain water, breaks the chemical down. This avoids environmental accumulation or other issues, which reviewers thought was a clever and essential feature. Since it's mostly ineffective on the 3.0 body plan and completely ineffective against targets with the proposed 4.0 plan, we find that this will have limited usefulness.

Risks: Like any anesthetic, there is a risk at higher doses that the agent can cross from the peripheral nervous system to the CNS, causing interference with breathing or even death in a very small number of cases. The levels of agent in a woman's urine can vary wildly depending on her hydration status and bladder volume; trace amounts may be present in any urine sample due to normal operation of the gland that produces it. If possible, victims of this spray should be monitored until the paralysis begins to resolve itself. This device, while novel, fails to prevent complete safety: an attacker may be able to protect himself using available personal protection equipment like gloves and masks.

Recipe: EO221-41K6A.grdl

Embedded nail coloring

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Toilet Boi

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Type: Partner modification with associated functional modification

Description: Love food but hate to waste time in the bathroom? Why wait for the ladies' room when your boyfriend or husband can take care of that messy business for you? This fun little upgrade is a shared secret between you and your partner; it adapts his body such that, when nature calls, you can just sit in his lap and do your business. The transfer of solid and liquid waste is completely clean and odorless, and leaves your partner to finish the process of digestion. A weight regulation mechanism means you can eat as much as you want, since absorption stops when your own body's needs are met, and excess calories and nutrients are transferred to your partner for his use. In theory, you could eat for two, leaving him to do... that other thing!

Consensus: Most reviewers hated this. While the design is more refined than we expected to see, this partner mod seems entirely punitive to the poor guy called to service his woman every time "nature calls", and arguably it's really not that valuable, unless for some reason you're really averse to using a bathroom or your guy really, really wants to commit to do this for you, or you're both into some kind of extreme female domination. To be fair, the mechanics were very well done. Once this mod is applied, a man will develop two new, cleverly hidden openings specifically designed for his partner's use. Those openings interlock very nicely with the anatomy of the female applying the mod, so we did find this was indeed "clean and odorless", at least in simulation. The female part of the mod (which only works on the 4.0 core) eventually sacrifices some length of intestines for additional bladder capacity, so she's able to go nearly twenty hours without having to "go". While she can continue to use a conventional toilet, she probably won't want to, given the fact that her digestion is only partial (and she'll probably need more calories as a result). The "inlet" in the man's body is wired to pleasure centers to encourage him to enjoy this process, and we think (given the obvious proximity) the transfer would also occur during sexual activities. Reviewers disliked the intentional tampering with pleasure centers as a dangerous slide towards behavior modification. Even without this mechanism, our testing found several other significant issues. If a woman does consume sufficient calories to actually "feed" her man this way, simulations indicated clear atrophy of the (underutilized) upper digestive system of her partner; thus leading to eventual complete dependency. However, we find it it unlikely that a woman would deliver sufficient nutrition to her partner, thus requiring him to take on multiple "clients" just to survive, or bail out and ask to be reborn. If that choice is available he'd be far better off to just take that option now.

Risks: See the consensus. Significant risk of dependency. Effects of food poisoning are passed onto the partner as well. Holding capacity of some men will be tested depending on the relative sizes of the partners. Approaches the limit of changes that can be imposed on an unmodified (1.x) human.

Recipe: Male: Q91R53A07M.grdl Female: Q91R53A10F.grdl

Catgirl

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Skunk Girl

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Forever My Slave

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Type: Functional modification, hidden

Description: That cute guy, or your partner of many years, will be yours forever
once he tastes your nectar!

Consensus: Strangely, this is simple, and it works, though the best use of it would be in the weeks or months leading up to a planned unbirthing. It's basically an engineered, addictive drug secreted through breast milk, coupled with voluntary lactation control. The reviewers expected to hate it but were pleasantly surprised at how it played out in simulation. In short, feed someone this milk and they become addicted to you: the milk is individualized to each woman such that no other girl can steal "your" guy (or, for that matter, girl: we found no particular immunity even in the 4.0 core design). The longing increases markedly with time between doses, leading to increasing desperation for the next "fix" that only you can provide. Our testing didn't find any secondary side effects, even over a long simulated time period. An oxidation reaction quickly denatures the agent once exposed to air, discouraging anything other than "direct application".

We were very happy to see that the creators of this mod added a safety device. Just at the point in withdrawal where the addict "can't take it anymore", which in simulation occurred between days 8 through 11, the effect wears off suddenly and he returns to normal. Just don't tell him that, and you can keep your "slave" as long as you want. This mechanism is also cleverly disabled if a woman becomes pregnant. A variation of this adds a similar chemical to vaginal secretions if you'd rather go that route, and a second-order mod allows one of those drugs act as an antidote for the other, allowing you to voluntary free your "slave" without sending him through the pains of withdrawal.

Risks: Chemical agent not exhaustively tested against all 1.0 variations. Potential for depression or desperation; could be misused.

Recipe: L106995-R.grdl (breast milk)
G1051A91A-R.grdl (vaginal secretions)
G1051Z90F-RA.grdl (antidote)

Girlmaker

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by **dreamweevil** » Thu Mar 09, 2017 6:24 pm

Amy: I absolutely could not believe what the girls were doing for me. All of them. I hadn't considered what Jessica's request really meant; it was stupid of us... me. Not to take Jessica in with me, not to be one with her; but rather the timing of it. I knew, or should have known, that merging us together, condensing us into one human being, would take longer than the four weeks' vacation time I had.

I told Alicia that she could eke out one extra day, maybe two: after all, it's certainly plausible to come down with a cold or something at any time. But Alicia can read my thoughts and knew what was at stake. So she elected to take on some of my weight herself, transferring that extra substance across the size boundary into her actual body, and activate her own breasts to convert much of what I used to be into breast milk.

Could she have just bought a pump, pumped that milk, and thrown it away? Yes, probably. But something inside us told us that wasn't the way to go. We're not designed for breast pumps: perhaps a mother that's been doing it for a while can easily pump her milk, but it takes a human touch to get things going, really empty a breast completely.

When we got home after that long bus ride, Alicia basically screamed to her sisters as she bundled herself in the door. She'd gone more quickly than she meant to and she was completely engorged. So my girls teamed up like experts. Belle and Daisy got Alicia into my king-sized bed, undressed her, and simultaneously attached themselves to their sister's over-swollen bosom. I could feel Alicia's relief immediately. Meanwhile, Clarisse brought up a cup and two big pitchers of ice water, knowing that Alicia would be parched: breast milk is mostly water.

Aod so they took turns for three days. When one girl was absolutely full, she'd depart-- usually for the bathroom to get rid of all that water, and the other would take her place. Day and night, working to keep Alicia comfortable, as the extra pounds melted from my artificially-shrunken body. Pitcher after pitcher of water, broken up only by occasional interludes where they girls had Alicia drained and the girls couldn't take it anymore and needed a break. I kept telling Alicia to stop, that I'd muddle through a few weeks of dieting on my own, but she wouldn't listen: once it became clear that she might actually be able to return me to completely normal, she decided to go for it. And she did it.

Belle shared with me a memory she had on the third day. The girls took to weighing themselves during this process, monitoring their own weight gain as I lost weight. In this memory, Daisy was in the bathroom, naked, standing on the scale and waiting for the reading to appear while Belle, similarly naked, was behind her awaiting her turn on the scale.

When Belle looks up, she looks in the mirror and can't help but exclaim: "Daisy! Look at your boobs!"

Little Daisy, indeed, had boobs.

She didn't want them. Not right then, not that quickly. Her wish had been pretty clear: she expected to really "blossom" over the summer, away from class, and then return in the fall with a new body and new wardrobe and really make the boys salivate. Especially Brad.

Now she wouldn't even have clothes for the next day. Fortunately, with two older sisters, they quickly coordinated on emergency hand-me-downs, and that at least worked well: Daisy fit well into Clarisse's clothes, Clarisse into Belle's, and Alicia had at least a couple outfits she could spare for Belle (though Belle hadn't changed in size enough to really need it.)

My apologies, girls. We'd chalk it up to a "growth spurt", but I know what they sacrificed for me.

At last, Sunday evening, Alicia and I decided it was time. The girls gathered around her, Alicia began to relax her cervix, and began the two-hour-long process of evicting me from her womb and back into the real world. She got herself undressed and climbed into bed and began the slow process of dilating her cervix, that little ring that had held me trapped for twenty-five long days during my transformation. She asked me to just say put and wait while that happened; the tantalizing channel of her birth canal not quite ready for me yet. Finally the cervix was gone, and she invited me to start squirming my way towards the outside world, giving me gentle nudges with her uterine muscles from time to time.

"Tell your sisters: She's on her way," Alicia said to Clarisse, who was sitting at bedside.

The birth canal was longer than I remembered it, and a tighter fit than it was on the way in. It's not as easy to navigate as one would think, even when, after all this time in a warm, wet, body-temperature cocoon, you're anxious to get outside and breathe on your own. Alicia had allowed my to grow inside her, prior to my "birth", so she could feel it better, feel me moving inside her.

I'd expected to be able to crane my neck and see the light at the end of the tunnel, but my head was a pretty tight fit through Alicia's pelvic outlet; it only fit one way and there's no way I'd be able to see outside until my head was free of her. She'd relaxed the shrinking field a bit so I'd feel more, to her, like a normal-sized baby coming out: not enough to hurt or cause either of us any injury, but the larger size would actually make it easier for me to be born, as her muscles would have a little more to work with. It's not like I could just push with my legs and pop free: those were, mostly, naturally anesthetized to prevent me from harming her: instead, all I could to was little wiggles wherever the canal was tightest and work with her to gradually slip toward the outside. Finally I felt cool air atop my head, heard the girls oohing and aah-ing and then my ears and finally I could see; the inside of Alicia's labia and her thigh and finally I could swivel my head to see the ceiling, and the girls looking down at me.

We rested there for probably ten minutes. I couldn't talk yet; no room to get air into my lungs, which Alicia still was compressing with her vaginal muscles. But, inside, I could still communicate with her. So we worked together to deliver my shoulders, and then I worked my arms free and slid out a few more inches. I got a little bit of air, and felt the umbilical cord disconnecting from me; we waited for that to happen.

"How are you?" Daisy asked.

"Good," I whispered. The first word to escape my lips in a month.

At this point a real baby kind of pops out all at once, but Alicia was almost "teasing the reveal". She worked me out of her body up to my waist. My hips were tight inside her and she liked it that way, almost wasn't going to let me go, but I don't blame her. It was amazing and she felt so powerful and I loved it: the most powerful organ, between her legs, about to reveal another one, just inside it: I could feel my own reproductive system awakening as she thought about it and we really bonded for a few more minutes. Then she had me squirm oh-so-slowly out as we all watched: I had to go slowly because at the size she was holding me I was worried about hurting her as this part of my body left hers. I wriggled slowly, and my babymaker emerged from Alicia's; then she took a deep breath and squeezed my legs and feet out of herself all at once, like toothpaste from a tube.

Alicia caught her breath and I knew to scramble away a bit. She did well releasing the size field slowly, which to the girls was probably the most amazing part of the entire experience. I could feel my weight increase, and the room around me shrink.

And there I was, standing at the foot of my own bed, soaking wet and smelling of human reproduction and vaginal fluids and streaked with just a little bit of Alicia's blood (or perhaps a bit of my own), and I loved it. I loved the scent of femininity and power and rebirth and humanity and Alicia's fluids still clinging to me. We didn't say anything, but absorbed the moment for what it was.

I was weak, from the transition, but as the girls escorted me toward the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was me. Amy. I couldn't believe it. Alicia had modelled my original body perfectly, or at least enough that it would have fooled me, which meant I'd have no problem fooling anyone else.

I turned back to Alicia as Belle and Daisy continued to usher me towards the bathroom. She was exhausted, understandably. I couldn't believe what she'd done; truly amazing; I was overwhelmed with respect, and love for her.

Daisy turned on the shower for me and Belle guided me into the shower stall, like they'd rehearsed it. Belle plunked herself down on the toilet to pee. They'd taken on so much extra water! But they'd left me completely normal.

No, not just normal. As I breathed in the humid air and washed myself clean I realized that I felt good: really good, better than I'd felt in years, and only then did it hit me what had really happened. I was truly one of us now. Waking up, inside me, all this wonder, this future, these abilities that I'd been jealous of. And Jessica, the love of my life, was here with me, smiling to me, welcoming me; a part of me, probably the most important part, forever.

"Wow," was about all I could say.

"This is a date for history," Belle said, from probably the least dignified place one could say it: she was still sitting on the toilet. "Overwhelmingly likely that you're the first ever of the next generation. Four point zero." She got up, and curtsied to me through the frosted glass of the shower door. "Congratulations, Your Majesty."

"Wow."

I would never, ever, doubt any of these amazing young women for an instant. I know that Jessica and I raised them all; but I'm awestruck by them each and every day; I can only wish to be as smart, beautiful, and kind-hearted as they are.

So, Monday, my triumphant return to work, I met with the CEO, got a status update and made my reassurances that I was on top of things, and I explained to her that I'd be adjusting my schedule to be home a little earlier to be with my "children". I met with my direct reports and told them the same. I didn't say why; and nobody asked.

I looked around my workplace with brand new eyes. I knew what I knew, back then, as Jessica had shared her thoughts with me prior to my transformation, but now it felt different. Not only was Jessica with me, and for the first time I felt truly content, but I was able to really look around and understand just how much of what we were doing wouldn't really matter in a few years. My company had some good products and prospects: the launch we'd done five weeks earlier was going well, but my perspective had changed and making a billion dollars no longer seemed nearly as critical as it used to be. It was really nice to ride home in daylight, and while I really used to enjoy that first hug from my spouse and love on getting home, she was instead hugging me the entire time.

. . .

I'm going to take you further into your future now. Not that there haven't been some interesting stories in the meantime but I think you kind of get the idea. I had honestly expected to be writing a different story by this point: of how the World's Biggest Secret had finally leaked through some horrible circumstance and we were now fearing for our lives as the inevitable crackdowns and witch hunts began, but... it hasn't happened yet. Perhaps I didn't give us enough credit: These women are smarter, more careful than I'd thought, and now we've got some serious advantages on our side.

Mostly: numbers. In a year and half much has happened: the camps worked perfectly, and we optimized them even a little further, by arranging it such that not all of the "counselors" needed to remain on site for the full four weeks. We needed enough participants around each camp to make it seem, to an outside observer, that things were normal, disguising the fact that there were less than half the official number of campers walking around and attending activities during each session. However, we found we could get far better participation if only some people needed to take eight weeks of their summer for that. Others, like several of Alicia's classmates, spent just six weeks: Four for their own transformation, one to take on their first "camper", then went home for four weeks and returned for another week at the end of July to deliver that camper and take on the next, then a quick visit at the end of August to deliver again.

My uterus, as Alicia's, has been occupied pretty much the entire time as we collectively work through the large queue of women waiting for their own transformation. I took on my own parents first, soon as the camps had closed for the season.

I think my mother knew all along, somehow. I mean, I had Jessica and four girls and there had never been mention of any guy, any sperm donor. They knew something was up but trusted that I'd be on top of it, and so it wasn't too difficult for me to tell them what was going on. And where you'd think it'd be very hard to make this pitch to your own parents, in the end it wwas a complete no-brainer for either of them, or for me. My father was facing some very risky heart surgery in the next year or so, and was becoming increasingly frail, and my mother was starting to have some problems of her own. There is no way I could bear to lose either of them, now that we had a choice.

My mother wanted to be the one to transform my father. So she went first. I gave her the body of her choice: you should have seen the look on my dad's dirty-old-man face when his wife, a nineteen-year-old girl, re-introduced herself to him after four weeks, and showed him her reinvigorated and extraordinarily bouncy tits!

I guided my mother through what she needed to do; and I said goodbye to the old man who had been my father. Now they're a pair of very wild and sexy young adults enjoying sensations they haven't felt for decades, with their own mortgage-free house and retirement savings they they've decided to dip into for a couple of years before returning to work. They swap genders with each other once in a while just for fun, so when I go to visit I sometimes have to ask which is which, if it really mattered.

I'm on the board of trustees of a very clever invention called "The Factory": a high-end women's clothing company in this big building downtown. I love walking through the place because it positively oozes estrogen: posters of bras and women in exotic panties and seven-hundred-dollar jeans and knee-high boots and amazing imported tops.

What's really cute is that we've got male receptionists at the front door, like a company making men's products would hire women for that spot. Beyond that front desk you won't find anything even remotely masculine.

The Factory sells enough product to make a modest profit, but the actual product isn't actually clothes. The product is us. Any woman who's at that Human 1.5 point and is ready to make the leap can get hired to work there basically just for asking, and their "managers" tend to send them away on international buying sprees where they're out of the area for, you guessed it, four weeks. And that's it. Inside the walls we match up these new "hires" with other women who are ready to make the leap, and that business has been very, very brisk.

I wonder how that feels to the men reading this? That all around you, right now, women are spreading their legs and delivering new humans into the world, each with the same power that I've got? Well over seventy thousand per day, across the globe, by my estimates. And all without increasing the global population!

Yet you, and your peers, haven't seem to have caught on. Maybe it's because you don't want to. Or maybe it's because we've gotten people in the right places to control the story. Paperwork is no longer an issue: both of the women working at the registry near me are in on what's going on, so if I need a birth certificate or driver's license whatever I can just ask for it.

Meanwhile, there's been a spate of male politicians getting caught up in sex scandals, lying about it as politicians always seem to do, and then being forced to step down, only to have one of us take his place. Elections are starting to swing our way, too.

They don't yet realize it, but the era of the male is coming to an end, and... I almost hate to say it... I'm feeling unabashedly glad. Some men, even "many", have made the jump, disappearing forever between the legs of their girlfriends or wives only to be replaced, some weeks later, with yet another woman, sometimes in male guise but sometimes not. Once we get to about a quarter of the population-- that seems to be the consensus number and is not far away-- we'll make our announcement at last, and all the uncertainty and anxiety will be over.

Why one quarter you ask, a minority? Because one quarter can *become* a majority... in a total of about four weeks.

Not all agree with me. I mean, I've been a lesbian all my life, made that declaration to myself with Jessica sitting in my room so many years ago and as far as I was concerned back then men were completely useless (and, I might argue, now they actually are). But I also know that's merely a hyperbole, a fantasy, and in reality I'm not that extreme even though I like to entertain the thought now and again. The plan isn't a complete takeover but rather complete diversity. Suppose my great-(great?)-grandmother made a math error nobody caught yet, and we, with all our fancy genetic protection, are the ones destined to go extinct? Would we want to take all of human history and culture with us because we decided to eliminate every last "regular" human being from the planet? No. We'll reach a happy medium and let everyone choose the path they want and encourage diversity and creativity.

Speaking of that, wait 'til you see the next core design. Still on the drawing board, sort of, but now that Janet Dakin and I are friends (she'd been instrumental in setting up The Factory), we've watched the simulation together.

Here, imagine: the small theatre in the basement of The Factory. Chairs and VR headsets, and a special chair for the VR actress who will experience the simulation first-hand while massive computers do all the math.

Put the headset on. Now you see the same girl, this time naked, and she's not alone. The guy in the simulation is an NPC-- completely generated by the computer, programmed to model what a real 5.0 guy might do (though the goal is to simulate biophysics, not personality).

They kiss, and touch each other, and it's wonderful to watch, like visual poetry. "Are you ready?" she asks. He nods. "Okay." A bed fades into view as she walks in one direction. Really, like it wasn't there but now it is: a satin sheet, no covers, rendered pretty well. She climbs into the bed and he follows and she gets on all fours and he comes in from behind her, penis-- I mean ovipositor-- all extended and erect and he goes in doggy style and they lock themselves together. She flattens herself out, lying down, rolls over so she's on top, then she sits up as he holds her. She's still for a moment; we see her belly contract.

"Is she... going to the bathroom?" the woman next to me asks.

"I don't think so. I can't tell," I answer. "Maybe. Checks that the plumbing is working. I'm not sure."

This design is based on the absolutely least likely add-on to the 4.0 plan. One that Daisy thought so ridiculous that she included it in the list she shared with you: the infamous "Toilet Boi" mod.

She lies down and he curls his body up behind, spooning. Then he tries to pull away and he can't. He's stuck but doesn't mind. His arms go around her body, cup her breasts. They lie there, motionless, for about a minute, until a clock appears in our view indicating a time lapse of about 3x. Then we see it. Their hips are attached; we can see the skin joining in the pelvic area. She turns over. His hands are melting into her breasts, his arms starting to stick to her sides.

"It's wonderful," she says.

"Yes," he answers.

They continue to lay there, repositioning every few minutes. His chest is stuck to her back. The crease that used to separate her rear end from his front is vanishing. They sit up together, working through some kind of discomfort.

"Ready?" she asks.

"Yes," he answers. Not particularly talkative, this NPC.

She reaches behind her head and lifts up her hair. He kisses the back of her neck; she carefully lowers her long, blonde hair over his head. Their bodies quiver as internal organs work to rearrange themselves. She lines her legs up with his, and the back of her legs stick to the front of his. She presses the soles of her feet to the his instep and that sticks too. We can hardly see his arms at all now; just a bulge around her sides, and her nipples are reappearing on the back of his hands. Her bones are touching his now, starting to fuse together. The time-lapse bumps to 12x. Her breath becomes very deep as his comes to a stop: When she repositions in her "sleep", we can see that the two skulls are fusing; his face, eyes are gone. To show what's happening elsewhere she spreads her legs. Any sign of the ovipositor, her vagina, her anus are gone: they have but two openings between them now: a urethral opening in front, a single anus in the rear. Ripples go through them as they continue to pull towards each other. They share a single pelvis, then thighs, then abdomen. When she rolls over we can see that the two skulls are fusing. This is the slowest part, I know from studying it: the actual complete merger of two human brains into one. We go to 32x acceleration. Struggling a bit, they get up and lumber towards the simulated bathroom, out of our view. They return lighter, and sleeker, now sharing a single set of legs and with hip joints that actually work properly.

"We're almost done, I think," she says to us, the audience. She raises one knee so we can see between her legs. She's developing a new genital slit already; a new birth canal. She could bear her own children without "mating": her mate is a part of her forever. Or she can, once this is done, be like any other man, any other woman. It's her choice. Their choice. It was the entire point. Freedom, real freedom, at last. She can reshape her body as she wishes; ultimately, become whatever she wants to be.

I don't think there will be a need for Human 6.0.

Three hours of this pass, with several additional simulated bathroom breaks and the two have become one. The time lapse ends and we return to 1x. She gets up, turns to show off her new, shared body, and bows to us. We gave our actress a standing ovation.

The team reviews the numbers, the results, projections.

The actress who played the woman stands before us and fields questions for several minutes on how she felt, if there were any concerns, if she'd want to do that for real if she could. She answers directly and simply and beautifully, and describes exactly what we imagine she felt.

"And there we have it," one of the women says. "Complete external fusion is a success."

"So we're clear to recommend the 5.0 core plan, then, assuming the long-term tests pass?"

The others vote. I vote. It's approved, at least by us.

. . .

This was a few weeks ago. But the reason I've dragged you here, to this particular day only for my lovely Daisy to take over the story once again, is because of something that happened with more personal relevance. I'd come home early from work, and I answered the doorbell to find a surprise visitor.

"Daisy!" I called up the stairs. "Brad's here to see you!"

by **dreamweevil** » Sun Mar 19, 2017 5:10 pm

Daisy: "Daisy!", came Amy's call from the front door. "Brad's here to see you!"

I finished scribbling the answer to like the fortieth math problem on that day's homework, and scooted down the stairs. From the look on Brad's eyes I saw something was wrong. I took a look at Mom, who nodded at me, and went back to the kitchen.

Brad didn't move from the door, and didn't wait for Amy to leave earshot. "Why-- why didn't you tell me?"

"Come in, if you can," I told him. Amy looked back at me, concerned, but at the same time confident that I could handle whatever it was; she went back to the kitchen as though she hadn't heard what Brad had said.

So I led Brad up to my room and closed the door, a gesture he seemed not to care about at all. "Tell you what? What happened?"

"I know that wasn't the 'flu', Daisy. I know who... what you are."

"What???"

He didn't answer. He's in shock. I waited him out. "What-- what did--"

My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again and I pried it from my pocket. Text from Stacy Kurzman, a girl who's in my grade but not my class. "I'm sorry, Daisy. I kissed him. I didn't know."

I had to sit, landing hard on my bed while feverishly putting together what must have happened. Holy cow. Stacy's one of us and I had no clue, and she didn't know about me.

"You... made out with Stacy Kurzman?"

"We were talking after school and I told her she looked nice and then she just kissed me--"

"And you found you could read her thoughts," I volunteered.

"Yeah, but... how'd you... Daisy, what's going on? What's wrong with me?"

"You got startled by what you learned... and ran... here?"

"Pretty much," Brad finally answered.

So Stacy really didn't know. She had no clue that I'd already infected Brad when she tried to do the same thing, and so she and Brad were both surprised when, apparently, their tongues touched and their thoughts began to flow. When Stacy read Brad's thoughts to see how this could have happened, she learned about me, and with that thought in Stacy's head, it was the first thought that Brad was exposed to. Then he bolted before Stacy could "explain" anything else.

"I'm sorry, Brad, that wasn't supposed to happen."

A knock came at my bedroom door. Brad flinched, expecting his mother to pop through the door wondering why he was in a girl's bedroom. It was Belle, making sure I was okay.

"Yes. Brad knows about us, apparently," I said. No point keeping secrets. Belle nodded, said nothing else, and closed the door.

"Okay, Brad, I can fix this. You know the beginning of it but I'd like to tell you the whole thing."

"How can you fix it, Daisy? I missed two days of school because of you? You gave me some disease? I thought you liked me?"

"Brad, it's not that at all-- it's, oh, for heaven's sake--"

I turned to him, grabbed his head with both hands and stuck my tongue in his mouth. He resisted for about a second, mostly by retracting his tongue beyond my reach; I released his head and instead had him put his arms around me and I put mine around him. Yes, I knew he'd be able to feel my new bosom this way; I figured it'd hold his attention for a moment, and that seemed to work.

Just stay with me, Brad. See how you can hear my thoughts in words, like this? Just stay put for a moment. Treat it like a science experiment.

But Daisy, I--

And I can hear you too, see? Just keep your tongue still and I'll explain everything. Stacy would have done the same if you hadn't--

Run away from her? I saw the image of it; the poor attempt at excusing himself from the scene before walking, then running as soon as he was around the corner.

That's it. See? You can share words, images, anything you want with me. And you can ask me absolutely anything. I couldn't tell you, Brad, because you weren't ready for it.

I felt his mind lurch forward into mine; he'd gotten a taste of what I know, and of course was curious. Fortunately, he was unexperienced. it was easy to contain him to a small, shallow layer of myself, an area that he'd already be familiar with. I'm going to break our connection now, Brad. Once you know what I know there's no undoing it, no forgetting it. It will change you. I want to to make that choice consciously.

He didn't want me to break the connection, but I did. I pulled back so he could look at my face, just inches from his own.

"You want to know why I'm not mad about Stacy," I said, while he caught his breath.

"Are you?"

"No. Of everything we've done, Brad, that's the biggest accomplishment, the most significant. More than the ability to share knowledge the way we just did, more than my reproductive system or all the other things that've gone with it. My great-grandmother, and her peers, solved a problem that we inherited, one passed down from their mothers and their mothers before them. The one reason women weren't able to take over the world long ago."

"Which is?"

"Do... the girls in our class, the older ones, the eighth graders in particular: do they get along with each other?"

Brad had to think about it. But he got the right answer. "No."

I nodded. "Girls are terrible to each other. Boys might fight over things or even over girls but they get over it, become friends or at least leave each other alone once they've established a pecking order. But girls are absolutely mean and hold grudges forever and can almost never trust another girl unless they're really, really, good friends, and even then... we betray each other and use our power to make each other jealous. My great-great grandmother helped figure that out, Brad. It wasn't just cultural. It was evolutionary. It was genetic. You've heard of "slut-shaming?"

"Yes."

"Who does it? Boys or girls?"

"Both."

"Think about it. Who starts it? Men would love it if all women were 'easy', wouldn't they? But what about--"

"My mother, she always complains about the tight dresses that the women on the news wear. My father goes along with it but only because he doesn't want the doghouse."

"Right. We don't like women who have the power, at least so we think, to take what we have, or what we want. We may say we admire women who dress nicely and have an amazing body or get a lot of attention; but inside we despise them. It's an adaptation that helped to keep men in line by preventing most women from 'breaking ranks', as it were. Are there more men or women in this country, Brad?"

"Women. They live longer."

"Right. So... if we got together we could have voted ourselves reproductive freedom, equal pay, all sorts of privileges. We could have elected women to government in far more numbers than we have. We could have rights that most women today can't imagine. But we tend not to trust the women we might put in government, and we know we they don't trust us, so we keep voting these men into office that promise, startlingly, to take away our rights and keep us in our place."

"So..."

"My great-grandmother's best friend found that terrible trait, and they got rid of it. Stacy wasn't trying to steal you from me. She was trying to "infect" you. She saw the same potential in you that I do, and wanted to you be able to share in what we've got, someday. You're a very special guy to get that treatment, Brad. My sister has infected fourteen girls in her college dorm so far, but only one guy. You're very mature for your age, very... I don't know: it just comes to me that you could get it, understand us... maybe even join us someday."

I stood up. "I was like you. A very special woman saw that potential in me, and she gave me the opportunity of a lifetime. I loved her and lived with her for years, helped her create these beautiful girls that are my sisters, and as her gift to me... she made me who I am today."

"I'm... confused, Daisy."

"Then don't be." I cocked my head to one side, let my hair fall over my shoulder, a look that clearly telegraphed my invitation.

Brad got up, and walked over to me. Still shy. I stopped him and held my hand up to his. "Let me try this," I said. "It may not work, but let's see if it does." I lined my fingers up to his, squeezed them together with my other hand, and-- our thoughts connected. Weaker than the connection through our tongues but still there. I explained that connection to him, how it works. When I could feel that he wanted more, and he did, I sat back down on the bed, withdrew my hand from his.

"There's no going back, Brad. Once you know what I know it's going to change everything for you, forever. You don't have to do it now if you don't want to. You can think about it and come back whenever you'd like."

"No," he said. Brad sat next to me on the bed. Then he kissed me. And for a delicious ten seconds or so, it was just a kiss until he couldn't stand it anymore and touched his tongue to mine, and there was that electric spark again. He put his hand on my waist, and then my butt, and I just let him dive right in and learn whatever it was he wanted to know.

I felt his shock much more clearly that I thought I would. About fifteen seconds after he learned about how I got my powers he crossed over to my family and saw Jessica's memory of the day she made Dean disappear, a way-too-graphic vision of the unbirthing from her point of view, then some scattered visions of Dean struggling inside her body as she closed herself up around him and then a quick time lapse to where she created me out of what used to be him, and then Brad broke the connection on his own.

"Is that... what's going... to happen... to... me?"

"Only if you want it to."

"But you could make me want it, isn't that it?"

"No, not really. Keep going. You can find any answer you want. It's faster than talking."

He spent another twenty minutes. Clarisse opened the door without knocking, looked in on us; but by then Brad was starting to get it and the interruption didn't bother him, even when Clarisse watched us for a good forty seconds. I'd considered guiding one of his hands into my panties but had thought better of it; glad I made that decision. It might have made the transfer a little faster but I wanted him completely in control.

Such wonderful, amazing, brilliant curiosity! But what did he really want?

All those answers were there, literally at the tip of his tongue. Finally I took that dive, letting him know as I passed by his consciousness that I was about to start exploring his memories; by then he didn't care and left me to it.

I had no clue until that moment that he had that much of a crush on me. He didn't love me; he knew enough of himself to know that it was way too early for that kind of emotion and I was glad for it and told him that much. It was at this point that our consciounesses really touched, and rather than wandering through my thoughts in a random fashion I mentally took him by the hand and we started really exploring together.

This is going to take hours, I told him. It's very quick but time has a way of passing even more quickly.

Crud, Brad thought. Rather than breaking the connection, he just shared the thought with me; appreciating at last just how quick it was. He had a cell phone in his pocket that his mother would use to see where he was. So you can't stay long...

But there's so much...

Yeah. To really learn everything takes... overnight. Probably a day and a half, really. But I'm not going anywhere... we can do it in small pieces. And... I don't mind if you share with Stacy too. In fact you absolutely have to call her: she'd probably worried sick about you. We worked out what was going to happen. Stacy, who didn't get enough of Brad to learn about his parents, might call his house, prompting that check on Brad's whereabouts.

I kept my tongue in Brad's mouth but somehow turned my eyes to my phone, and tapped (hard with one hand!) out a quick reply to Stacy. "He's fine. I've got this. Thx." Brad realized he could see though my eyes as I did this, and could follow my thought patterns, and there was this amazing sense of relief and wonderment that drew me back, deeper into the kiss.

As we conversed this way his thoughts kept turning back to Dean's unbirthing, finally finding a memory from Dean's point of view.

Once again I entertained the idea of unzipping my pants, or maybe his. He caught that thought and agreed with me that it wouldn't be a good idea... not now.

Mutually, we ended the kiss after about forty minutes, total.

"So... you like the idea? To disappear inside a woman's body someday?"

"I'd disappear inside you," he said, then jumped back as though he were surprised he'd said it out loud. "Sorry."

"Then you will, someday. When we're older, if you still want to. Gives us something to look forward to." He knew enough of the roadmap.

"Crud!" Brad looked at the time. "I've got to get out of here."

"The neat thing about this, Brad, is that you don't have to apologize. I know what you're thinking, I agree with you. Go."

"See you tomorrow," Brad said.

"Absolutely. Don't forget to call Stacy, but careful what you say over the phone. And try to get some sleep. It'll be tough, with all you just absorbed."

I think I was the one that didn't sleep well that night.

by **bigmacrmuk** » Mon Mar 20, 2017 8:05 am

I've no particular questions at this time - other than a general fascination at watching events unfold - but I wanted to drop in and say how enjoyable this is to read! It seems like you all have everything in hand. Guess I'd better get on with finishing my thesis!

by **dreamweevil** » Fri Mar 24, 2017 8:04 pm

Daisy: I've never felt this level of anger towards a "grown-up". Yes, Brad's parents were prescient that there was something different and dangerous about my family, and from their perspective I can see why they pretty much forbade Brad from seeing me, even as friends. Through Stacy, I found that Brad's mother had pinged his GPS location only about ten minutes after he'd arrived at my house, when according to his parents he should have already been home and doing homework. They have the most mature boy in seventh grade and don't appreciate him at all. They've grounded him at the very time when he's desperate to learn the rest of what we know.

So my bedtime fantasies are delightfully evil. I'm on the phone with Brad's mother, ignoring her pointless screams as her son vanishes, quite willingly mind you, into my vulva. "He's about to become more than you ever were," I say, as Brad slurps into my birth canal; as I start to feel him inside me, where he belongs. I let his mother hear her son's final breath: he smiles at me and makes a point of being particularly noisy, and then one good push and he's gone, mine "forever".

Now he won't need her anymore. In my imagination, Brad can't wait: he and I have all sorts of great plans for each other. I'm going to turn him into whatever he wants to be, and to spite his parents we've decided that I'm going to turn him into a girl for now, a pretty nineteen-year-old that will look and sound just enough like Brad to really twist the knife in his overbearing parents' psyche. Then, with this girl at my side, my lover, we confront these former parents, who cower before the two of us and plead with us to be gentle as we threaten to consume the two of them...

Oh. Have to be careful here. In my mind I was starting to stack up the gene sequences for the girl I was imagining Brad to be. If I go down that route far enough I'll ovulate, which means that I'd have to deal with a completely pointless menstrual period in two to three weeks. I made that mistake once already.

Back here in the real world, I'm just a very precocious thirteen-year-old. I really wish that Amy had that 4.0 plan when she conceived me because then I could be whatever age I wanted to be. I have half a mind to leapfrog to 5.0 once it's actually ready.

But there's a ray of sunshine this week. One phone call is all it took to arrange a sleepover with Stacy. Her mother kind of snuck her over to my house: we've decided, for the meantime, to maintain the public appearance that Stacy and I have nothing to do with each other. (Wouldn't want Brad's parents to banish Stacy from his life, too.)

We had dinner, the whole family (except Alicia) and Stacy like any other family. Spaghetti and meatballs and French bread. And we engaged in small talk: school and parents and only a little bit about Brad. Clarisse even made chocolate cake for dessert. I thought it was kind of super awkward near the end because we all knew the real purpose of this visit: to give Stacy and I time together, to perform some damage control on what'd happened with Brad. She helped clean up after dinner. There was something a little off about her; different than the girl I knew from school: She was quieter, supremely cordial, almost nervous.

Stacy had brought a small bag with pajamas and toiletries and clothes for the next day, and I still felt a little awkward as I brought her up to my room and closed the door. I knew how I'd approach this: just touch fingers at first; and don't procrastinate... this doesn't work nearly as well when you're tired.

So I sat on my bed and patted where I wanted Stacy to sit and I held up my hand and aligned my fingers with hers. Barely made contact before she simply went for it and kissed me. What a huge relief! She tasted of chocolate, which I'm sure I did, too, almost an insulating layer of frosting between us to scrub away to really make good contact. It lasted all of about fifteen seconds: I'd just started to dive into her memories of her contacts with Brad when she pulled herself away suddenly, like she'd been stabbed or something.

"What's wrong?"

"What?? OMG, Daisy, I had no idea you were so well connected!"

"Connected?"

"You're kidding, right? Your "Mom" is that Amy... Co-founder of The Factory? Senior Vice President and CTO of GenTech Corporation and almost certainly our next senator? Janet Dakin has been to this house? Your sister works for her? [i]You were the designer behind Four Point Zero?"

Ah. So that's why the weird attitude. Stacy Kurzman is... starstruck? Really? That doesn't happen. Shouldn't happen. I mean... she... Stacy... is part of us. Or she's about to be.

So I kissed her this time. Okay. She's got one sister, five years younger than she is. Her "Dad" has been hanging out at 1.5 for years to painfully maintain this illusion of a "normal", nuclear family; they've got very long-term plans to upgrade everyone once Stacy's little sister goes off to college.

That means that Stacy has lived her life in relative isolation. Well, time to change that.

I leaned her back on the bed, her long, straight hair around her head like a halo, and half-leaned on her body as I continued the kiss. I put my hand on her hip. I could feel the hunger inside her: gentle yet insistent, driving her to learn what I knew.

One thing that happens during these encounters: whatever you tend to wish would happen usually does. My hand on Stacy's hip prompted a clear hunger from between her legs, so without a word or breaking contact I slid my hand to start unfastening her jeans.

She'd never experienced anything like this before. I told her just to relax and enjoy it: it comes with the territory.

I had my fingers between Stacy's legs and had just made contact there, when there was a knock on the door as quiet as a mouse. I broke off the kiss, which was kind of optional at this point anyway. It was Clarisse.

"Could I... get in on this?"

Now Clarisse has never, and I mean never, asked anything from me; not like this. My only hesitation was in overwhelming poor Stacy. But I was still connected to her, and Stacy answered through that link. She'd explored my interactions with my family, and was intrigued.

"We'd love it," I said, motioning Clarisse in.

We ended up down in the basement, the "playroom", as no sooner did Clarisse join us than I realized we ought to just to go the whole way, invite Belle and Amy too. In a way, that was Stacy's wish, and, as I explained, those wishes have a way of coming true when people can read your thoughts. I'll let Stacy explain that herself.

. . .

Stacy: Wow. Just wow. What an amazing night.

It's 7:24 am on Saturday morning and everybody else in Daisy's house is sound asleep. Daisy set me up on her computer before snuggling back into her bed, and I've just finished reading what she and her family has written. So... people can actually read this? Daisy's explained the time gap, yes, I get it, but still seems weird that I can "safely" write here and that you can read it and that I can read what you say?

Daisy meant to explain to all of you out there what she explained to me, before Clarisse even came into the room: these encounters tend to have three parts to them. This hunger for knowledge -- to dip into that treasure trove of information in Daisy's head! -- necessarily entangles itself with some pretty basic sexual interest. Simply put, this connection is so incredibly intimate, that it's... intimate. You have to completely let your guard down and allow someone to explore you just like a lover would, perhaps more so. So it quickly becomes intensely physical: you just can't get enough.

Daisy was just getting intimate with me and then her sister wanted "in on it"? Who was I to refuse that? I mean, I don't consider myself a lesbian, but Daisy's sister Clarisse has always intrigued me since she was in eighth grade. She tends to dress in dark clothing including this tight leather jacket that really reveals her shape, usually has a severe, punk-girl haircut, and hardly ever says a word to anybody. It's a package that really drives the boys crazy, makes people desperate just to hear a single word out of those lips. Back in eighth grade she had no fewer than three male followers whom she, wordlessly, kept on a very short leash. To find out what was going on inside that head? Under those clothes? And have her ask me?

What have I been missing all my life?

I hated having to interrupt what was going on, but Daisy shared her vision of that basement "playroom" with me: this huge, comfortable surface, think like three king-sized beds all together with a bunch of pillows so you can prop up to watch a movie on their huge TV or sprawl out to read a book with really nice lighting or entangle yourself with other human beings. I saw Daisy's memory of it and wanted to be surrounded, engulfed, by Daisy and her family and touch every part of them and be touched and to eventually emerge from that pile a different person than I was when I went in.

The second part of these encounters is more cerebral: you've got all these connections made and now thoughts are flowing in every direction. There's still a sexual tension but it takes a back seat. The mad rush of exploration (where do I want to visit next?) gives way to a more leisurely, methodical absorption, that in turn gives way to a kind of group problem-solving That's where we all, particular Daisy and I, focused on what had brought me here in the first place: Brad. With partial knowledge of who we were, Brad was a risk, and was at risk himself. Daisy and I had both implored him to be very careful with what he knows, for his own sake as well as ours, and to be very patient with us as there was no way either of us were going to be allowed a long block of time alone with him.

Belle, Amy, and Clarisse all learned these details for the first time. It was wonderful: suddenly not alone, feeling like I needed to work out all these problems by myself. Daisy and I assembled what we knew of Brad from each perspective, shared exactly what Brad knew and how he knew it and what he felt. It was very comforting: because now, after sharing Daisy's thoughts, those thoughts would indeed make it into Brad's head, even though it was through me (once Brad was no longer "grounded"). He understand what we were doing, and we even imagined the seemingly inevitable three-way between Brad, Daisy, and myself.

Then I spent time inside Clarisse's head, felt what it was like to be her, to live inside those tight clothes, make the people around her dance like puppets. I found she hasn't done that to quite the same extent in high school as she did in eighth grade when I used to see her in the hallways, but it was indeed a calculated persona, so she could stand out from her sisters and pave her own path. She has several suitors in high school too, and internally kind of prided herself on being such a tease: she just hadn't really found anyone worthy of being her boyfriend (or girlfriend, for that matter). I get that: when those suitors are normal, have none of this history or knowledge or freedom that we're heading towards, it's difficult to measure up.

It felt great to be in on this secret, to be part of it, to actually help Clarisse refine that image, go even further in the direction she wanted to go. I could feel her in my head, too, making me become a little bit more like her.

I looked up and found that I had my face between Clarisse's legs. She smiled and held me tight and urged my tongue to a particular spot and holding it right there while she launched into this massive, but still very quiet, orgasm that completely engulfed me and filled me with her scent and very certainly inducted me into the league of her minions forever. Daisy, who had her fingers between my legs at that point, mentally shrugged her shoulders and just let it happen.

The third phase reminds me of being a boat floating on a river; all going the same way, calm, smooth, cool, all having achieved the same understanding of pretty much everything of any importance. I learned how isolated I'd been, what I'd been missing out on in response. Daisy and I had a good plan for Brad. I found myself cuddled up next to her, my partner in Brad-management. All was right with the world.

I want to say something like, "Well, that's all there is," but... it isn't. Even though we were tired, I had to explore one more thought with Daisy, now that I have a much bigger sense of what's going on.

The whole thing with Brad is avoidable. Once he's really up to speed, once I share with him what I know, he should have been able to make his own decisions. Why is this still going on?

Not just Brad. None of us should be wasting our days sitting in classrooms learning what we already know just to keep up appearances. For who? Wasn't there a general consensus that the secret shouldn't be a secret once we get past that magic 25% that all indications are we've already passed? Certainly, by now, certain statistics are starting to show that something's up: sick days, for example. Perhaps school test scores. All sorts of indications out there that something big is happening and that we're keeping it quiet. Why? Why do I have to keep who I am from so many people?

Every additional day was only increasing the risk. Yes, there'd be more of us, more upgrades, more transformations completed each day. But the rest of the world was going to find out, and we wanted it to be from us, open and honest and transparent, not from some low-ranking uninfected government bureaucrat noticing that the rates of pediatric visits for flu symptoms had dropped by twenty-five percent for no apparent reason.

Daisy came around to that thought immediately. And we came to the conclusion, pretty quickly, that we were ready. We knew, through Daisy's mom and other channels, that we'd need only about two weeks to put things into place to finally reveal ourselves and what we've done. We knew that everyone was ready, waiting for some kind of trigger, some date to be set, yet with no central authority, no one person was willing to make that call.

There were always reasons to delay. It'd be nice to have Brad completely on board before his parents' fears were confirmed on the evening news. But there were certainly thousands of cases just like his: it'd never be over, never would it be the perfect time.

Sharing the same pillow, noses an inch from each other, Daisy and I came to the conclusion that we could be that trigger. If we simply made the decision ourselves, that decision, unless somehow overridden with information we didn't have, would propagate. Just like that, Daisy and I looked into each other's eyes and set the date on which the rest of world would change forever.

by **bigmacrmuk** » Sun Mar 26, 2017 6:09 pm

OK, I was fascinated, but with more and more that I learn...now I am afraid.

I know you said that things would transfer swiftly and painlessly. I know that you said free choice would still be available. But I'm reading this, hearing more and more rumours of what's going on on campus, and...I think I'm being followed. I've read too much of history...I know the power is going to go somewhere bad.

I tried to log onto a blog thread earlier today (anonymous, that took some doing), saw a terrible discussion taking place. I...think this new age won't be the utopia you think it will be.

I...think I am in danger. I...think I have to tell someone in authority - if there's anyone I can trust - who I think is following me and maybe more about what is going on here.

I'm sorry.

by **dreamweevil** » Sun Mar 26, 2017 6:59 pm

Blog Entry 16: March 26

M.K., 2225 UTC translated The idiots at the door had to strip-search me for wires and "weapons", but I got in with no problem. Never even considered that I was the weapon.

Thus ended the career of one of the world's most brutal dictators. He's done as I asked and turned over control of the country to his daughter.

Nice job with the military, which he did threaten to call out at one point before I broke him. The "commanders" down at the barracks were indeed expecting that delivery of "girls" that he promises from time to time when he can't pay their full salary. The good old "girlmaker" worked wonders in sapping all the macho out of those guys: nobody's about to hop in their machine-gun equipped Jeeps when their head is that full of estrogen!

B.R., 1925 UTC The new Freedom Act is all set. Heard that my husband was the last vote they needed to get it introduced and passed in the same session tomorrow; took no convincing now that he thinks like I do! Great job, ladies! Looking forward to a very interesting week!

J.D., 2120 UTC All set here. Thanks to the hundreds of volunteers who've offered to do the on-camera interviews! Please remember to keep it smart and honest; OK to be "shy" about the graphic details that we can't go into anyway, at least on broadcast. Defer to the scientists for the explanations; they can keep things dry. Remember that it's all about giving people a choice, not "taking over". We're still in a minority at the moment for a reason!

N.K., 2320 UTC Had to go to plan B here. Was unable to keep my passenger alive in utero so we've suffered a loss but will just have to make the best of it. No reason to change anything else. Good luck to all. Stay safe.

R.I., 1+0220 UTC I don't know why we have to be so gentle on them. From here looks like it's already done; news is coming out now. Gentlemen, sorry to have to break this to you, but the "pussies" that gave birth to you are reclaiming what's rightfully theirs. Now the entire world belongs to us. Any guy who disagrees is more than welcome to voice his opinion... from inside my uterus!

N.N., 1+0231 UTC Hey, let's quash that kind of talk. That's not what this is about, and people, both men and women, and particularly children, are going to be frightened enough as it is. Even (and especially) under the new laws you can't just go around threatening people for no reason. We have a moral standard to uphold here.

A.B., 1+0232 UTC Scripts for the news reports were generally pretty accurate. Helps that three of the producers were already in on it.

N.P., 1+0235 UTC I'm kind of with R.I. here. We've been abused long enough, and if a woman wants to make a guy pay when he steps out of line, I'm all for it. Heck, we could wipe the planet of them in a year or so if we put our minds (and bodies) to it.

S.K., 1+238 UTC Well, if it was illegal, should they just lock me up now? Should have seen the look on the eyes of this creep after I confronted him for catcalling my best friend while we were just walking down the street. "Really?" I asked? "Would you like to see my ass... up close?" Guys are so easy: took only five minutes to get him alone. Love the panicked squirming as you push them between your legs. Oh, he's still squirming. Send me your love for ridding the world of one more problem! Perhaps the last one before the big announcement?

(Anonymous) 1+259 UTC Please, please reconsider all this. It's too late to stop, I get that, but... I wish I'd said, done something sooner. Perhaps there's something... never mind. Please... just don't hurt anyone. S.K.: Whoever you are, shame on you! Ever hear of a "jury of your peers"?

S.K. 1+300 UTC Anonymous? How's that even possible? Thought this forum didn't allow that? Who is this? A guy? Sounds like a guy. How'd a guy get on here?

N.K. 1+301 UTC Doesn't matter. Security must be turned off now that the news is out. I'm watching the first broadcast right now! Congratulations, everyone! We made it!

. . .

Belle: sigh Enough of this. It's been very quiet, too quiet, but flipping through these channels isn't helping. I wouldn't panic if I were you: these women posting this stuff are as nervous as any of us are, and it's coming out in what they say and how they say it. None of you reading this are in any danger, at least as far as I know.

Alicia is on her way home. I wish she was here already. I just want her to be home and safe and with us.

Daisy: Me too.

Belle: Well, there's no real point of her being in "college", is there? I mean, that's the big story of today. No more need to keep up appearances. Heck, I could just give you my real name now. (I won't, only because it would cause more confusion and a name is just a name, right?) But now there's no point in going to school to learn things you already know, or can learn in a few minutes. In the plan, a lot of schools are going to close temporarily and reopen with a different focus, a different style. More in the way of advancing and refining knowledge.

If all goes according to plan, Alicia will be sworn in later this week as one of the country's first Genetics Crime Prevention (GCP) officers-- you know, the ones protecting you from us.

Daisy: That's not really a fair characterization, Belle.

Belle: Agreed. Well, it is partly true, though. And we've got some of our bloggers to thank for that: the acceptance that, because we're still individuals (no matter how "smart" we might be or how much knowledge we've inherited), that there are still likely to be a few bad apples out there. And now, with the door open to more variation than ever, we need to make sure that no one person, or group, decides to turn this world into a place where nobody else would want to live.

Daisy: It might be a tough job, but I think she's up to the challenge. Or at least she will be. After she's sworn in but before she reports to work in three months, Mom (Amy) is going to help her through the leap from Human 3.0 to 5.0... with upgrades. She'll have some biological advantages to getting her work done and keeping us all safe. I hear it's not supposed to be a difficult transition, but I don't think I'm ready for that leap yet. I think I'd like to... you know, get out of puberty first, perhaps.

Belle: I might. Well, after Alicia's done. My design is almost four years older than yours, Daisy.

It's still too quiet. I've watched the news, paced the kitchen because it was too early to make lunch, talked with Mom before she heads out for her interview segment. It's like there's nothing to do.

Clarisse: That's because there isn't. But that's what we wanted right? We don't need to deal with the big picture. There's a lot of other people dealing with that right now. We only have to look at how this affects us, and that's going to be mostly good news. Well, perhaps except for...

Daisy: Okay, you're right. I've put this off long enough. Fine. Here goes.

- - - - -

Dear Mr. and Ms. Sullivan:

As I'm sure you've determined by now, You were right about me and my family. I'm sorry I was unable to explain to you that my two mothers were indeed my biological parents, and that I'm not like you or your son in that way. I'm sure you understand why I couldn't say anything until now.

I've admired your son Bradley for years, and probably for many of the same reasons you do. Brad is smart, kind, and mature in a world that often fails to value these things.

Please, please understand that I would never hurt Brad or take him from you. My parents have given me abilities that I can pass on, and I did indeed grant Brad the ability to share some of what I know. This manifested itself as the "flu" and I'm sorry I did this without his permission, or yours. Back then it was forbidden to tell anyone, particularly a boy, ahead of time. An accidental encounter with another student led Brad to discover this ability; otherwise he would be unaware that anything had happened at all and would be completely "normal".

It's too easy for me to think of who I am, my biological advantages, as purely a good thing: who wouldn't want them? But at the same time I completely understand, as I'm sure you're hearing in much of the press coverage today, that it's all about choice and personal freedom, including the freedom to remain who you are for as long as you'd care to. My poor judgment with Brad led him into a discovery he may not have wanted to make. I apologize for this with all my heart and hope you and your family can find a way to forgive me. All I've ever wanted is to help make the world a better place.

If you'd ever like to talk about this, have any questions or concerns, or if there's anything I can to to make this easier for you or for Brad, I am at your service.

Respectfully Yours,

Daisy Potemkin

- - - - -

Clarisse: That was kind of short, Daisy.

Daisy: I didn't want to belabor it. If they want more they can call or write.

Clarisse: I wouldn't hold my breath.

Daisy: I know.

Belle: Finally! Alicia's home. Thank goodness. Okay folks, we're going to sit together, wait this out, and watch Mom on the news this afternoon! Welcome to a brand new world! Love you all!

by **dreamweevil** » Tue Mar 28, 2017 6:51 pm

Alicia: I'd been home for four very long days during which we stayed pretty much glued to various screens fretting over every little political setback and celebrating each victory, making our own commentary for as many of the interviews and pundits, like pretty much every other person across the world was doing.

On my way to the bathroom, I was confronted in the hallway by Belle.

"You're not alone," she said.

"Wha...?" Belle, I just need to pee--

"I bet you do. You think I don't know you? You've been distracted since you've been home. Since when are you not eager to share absolutely everything that's happened to you right away? You've got a passenger. And I'll bet it's not one you planned on. You would have told us already."

"Well, I..."

"There's no point in hiding it," Belle said. Her bright blue eyes pierced right through me. She was right: ordinarily I'd have looked forward to sharing a bed with her at least once by now, feeling those delightfully long fingers inside my body, that remarkable purity and focus and renewal of our bond as sisters...

"Go ahead... use the bathroom," Belle said. "Then you and I are going to have a nice 'talk'."

"You don't want this," I said. "It'll change you."

A few minutes later, she pulled me into her bedroom. "Alright, Alicia. I don't care what it is, I need to know. What the hell happened?"

Okay. Belle knew me, and I knew her, and therefore there was no way she was going to leave this alone. Fine. Here we go.

I was packing for home, frustrated that it was getting late. Why couldn't Daisy and Stacy have picked a day in the summer? It was only two weeks into the term, so it was two weeks completely wasted.

Meanwhile, I was also absent-mindedly looking over one of the secure channels, saw a bit of chatter about an apparent interloper who showed up as "(Anonymous)", which shouldn't be possible. One of the other women on the channel thought the security had been shut down but it hadn't. Something had gone wrong. One of the other girls had looked at the server code and said that, in order to to show up as "Anonymous" you'd ironically have to leave behind another trace, but it didn't go anywhere-- but something about the name that leaked was familiar. Suddenly, it came to me. I flipped to my family's blog, you know, this one. Jackpot.

bigmacrmuk wrote:OK, I was fascinated, but with more and more that I learn...now I am afraid.

I know you said that things would transfer swiftly and painlessly. I know that you said free choice would still be available. But I'm reading this, hearing more and more rumours of what's going on on campus, and...I think I'm being followed. I've read too much of history...I know the power is going to go somewhere bad.

I tried to log onto a blog thread earlier today (anonymous, that took some doing), saw a terrible discussion taking place. I...think this new age won't be the utopia you think it will be.

I...think I am in danger. I...think I have to tell someone in authority - if there's anyone I can trust - who I think is following me and maybe more about what is going on here.

I'm sorry.

I've talked with him before. That means-- enough to cross-reference. I put the packing aside and tore through what I had on the computer. My roommate Casey came up behind me to shoulder-surf: I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair and kept going.

"He's a student here."

"Mmmm?" Casey said. "Who?"

"'Anonymous'. The guy from on the channel we were wondering about. I flipped through the school's profile of him. "Postgrad, lives in one of the on-campus houses. Writing a thesis on... get this... detecting quantum steganography." A few more keyclicks. "His name's Rob McLeane."

"Shit. How long do you think he's been following...?"

I didn't tell Casey that I, and several other members of my family, had talked with him. I had to do something.

"Where are you going?" Casey asked, calmly.

"I'm going to pay him a visit."

"In your underwear?"

Oh. I dug through the bag I was packing, pulled out probably the one clean skirt I had left, and a sweater from the closet I hadn't even started packing yet.

"Alicia, I'm not sure it matters now."

"I need to find out who he's told, if anyone. Mom and Ms. Dakin will need to know that. Perhaps I can convince him to keep quiet."

"Leesh, why would that matter? I mean-- look all over. The news is out. None of the secrets matter. We can finally get to transforming the rest of us. Right?"

"Yeah. But I need to know this."

. . .

Yes, I remember thinking. He's unlocked the door. That's all I ask. The key card from my dorm wouldn't unlock the door to the on-campus houses and I knew better than to try it.

He was cute. A little nerdy, nice glasses. Tripped up by an impulse to unlock the door for a cute girl (if I do say so myself). A decision I knew he regretted: he backed away from the door the moment he opened it.

Nice digs, these postgrad students get. It's not big, but they get their own unit, lots more space than us undergrads get; enough to spread out and do research.

"Ummm... Can I... help you?"

"You're 'Anonymous'."

"What? Who?"

"From the channel. You've known what's going on for quite a while, haven't you?" I took another step in, really just so the door could close behind me, keep the heat in as it was a pretty cold spring day. He took that as a threat, which I hadn't intended, and took another step back.

"Well, yeah, but I... You... What..."

I didn't expect this. He took another step back and stumbled. He was scared, outright scared, in a weird, almost sexual way. Afraid of a girl.

"I just need to know who you've talked with." I was tempted to take another step forward, but decided he didn't need to be frightened any further. I didn't like how his fear was making me feel inside. Or, more accurately, I liked it... a little too much.

"No-- no... nobody."

"I'm not entirely sure I believe you. You said you were going to tell someone. Rob, look, I respect all you've done, figuring out the encryption at all. I've love to know how you did it. I don't need this to go any further than it already has."

"I haven't told anyone yet! Look...how did you know... it was me? I mean, I'll admit it, if that's what you want, but I was careful. I know a little bit about coding and how not to leave much of a trace about where I had been if I need to...Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have said anything-"

"You left just enough of a trace that I could cross-reference your entry on the channel, and in my blog--"

Something in my head told me, when the words were still on the way out of my mouth and well before any kind of logic could click into place, that I'd just made a monumental, earth-shattering goof.

"Your blog??"

Oh. That.

He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost. "Oh, shit! You're...her. You're... 'Alicia'! The assassin!"

I'd completely forgotten that this was probably the only uninfected, "normal" man on the planet that had read the entire blog in real time. I was a complete and total idiot who had just given away her identity, and her complete history from the instant she was conceived, to a stranger. And my stunned silence only help Rob confirm his observation.

Rob found new energy from his discovery, and bolted for the back door. I went after him by instinct; he had no clue how fast a genetically engineered woman is, and I forgot that he'd forgotten, and suddenly I had him cornered in the smallish room that passes for a "living room" in these apartments.

"I'm going to tell them what you've done! I have to - this isn't right! You can't stop me!"

For his momentary bravado, I could see that he was almost in tears. Cowering before me, literally cornered. He could have screamed for help. He could have tried to run again. He could have done anything. But every second he shivered there I felt myself getting warm, and moist, between my legs. No. Please, Rob, don't do this. You have no idea what I've been through. And you have every idea what I'm capable of.

I took another step toward Rob and he fell backwards, between the one upholstered chair in the room and the wall.

"No... I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I won't tell anyone - won't breathe a word of it! Please! All I want is to be left alone!"

I was dying to scream out to him to not follow that playbook. You've read my blog! You know how this will turn me on! I need you to talk me down from this before I...

I reached down, slid my hands up my legs under my skirt, and grabbed the elastic of my panties.

If anything, Rob's expression got still more scared. "Wait a minute... You're not going to...?"

I said nothing, but slowly made the point of removing my panties from underneath my skirt. The cotton panel was damp and smelled of me: pheromones. I tossed them carelessly in Rob's direction. He was still cowered against the wall.

"I'm sorry, Rob. I can't let you tell anyone my history. I'm up for a captain's role in this new team we're forming, but if they find out--"

"What... what are you doing?"

"You know what I'm doing. You made a terrible mistake, Rob. You never should have spoken up like you did. And you never should have threatened me."

I took another step closer. I was still, I swear, trying to stop myself. I just wanted to frighten him. He hadn't really done anything wrong!

But now I had him, and I wanted him, needed him inside me. Hey, that works.

"I've got you, Rob. I want you inside me."

"Alicia... whatever your name is! I won't tell anybody! I swear! I promise!"

"I think it's too late for that now. Are you ready to become a girl? Like me? One of us? My daughter?"

At this point in the story I probably wouldn't have done anything; even if I had, I'd have given him the 4.0 body plan, he could have been a "guy" who looks exactly like he does now. An unplanned four week absence and nobody except him would be the wiser. But then:

"A girl??? No, not that-- Please, not that! Anything but--"

And that was it. He backpedaled immediately, I think, but I couldn't hear it. I saw his mouth moving and him pushing back into the wall as though he could escape through it and all I wanted to do was make him cry and pay and feel him inside me and never, ever let him out, rid the world of him forever.

Suddenly I was steel. I was watching myself from the outside. Something inside me was on autopilot. "No?"

He was shivering. Well within my range now: ready to do anything I asked of him. Mentally, I started setting up that "shrink beam" around him, at least planning exactly where it would go, exactly how I would take him. I took a step closer, now straddling his legs, almost to the point where he'd be able to see up my skirt.

I leaned in close. He turned from me; I got close enough to his ear to whisper. "Have you ever seen a girl go to the bathroom, Rob?"

"What? No! Why would--"

"Oh, you're going to get to know that part of me very well! Too bad you wouldn't settle for becoming something as demeaning as a girl." I looked up at the ceiling as though recalling a fond memory. "It feels so good, Rob! To sit on a toilet and open your twat and spray all that warm, wonderfully female urine out of yourself. Would you like know what makes it extra special, Rob?"

In the smallest, most fearful voice I'd heard yet: "What?"

"Knowing that all that pee used to be a fully grown man. One who went where he wasn't supposed to go. One who made me angry. Because that's what I'm going to turn you into, Rob! And you know, I have only you to thank for helping me make up my mind about what to do with you! So... you get to go into my pussy as a man and leave it as my piss. Every time I go the bathroom for the next few months... that'll be a little more of you, Rob, that I'll be leaving behind! Think of all the places you'll be, all the nice toilets you'll visit! At home, at my friend's houses, every women's room I visit on a night out with my friends... Oh, and I've got some other surprises for you... but if I told you, well, where's the surprise, right?"

I wanted to stretch this out for my own amusement but knew I had limited time to make it happen. Okay, I'd be able to continue the torture after he's inside me: I just need to get him there.

"Now I really, really can't wait any longer, Rob. You know what I'm about to ask you to do, right? You read the blog, you know what happens now, don't you? What are you supposed to do for me?"

I waited, impatiently, for him to answer. All defiance, all banter, all thoughts of bargaining or self-defense had left him: he was, indeed, at my command; and to me, it made him irresistible.

"Sh... shrink?"

"So... why aren't you doing it already?"

"But...!"

"You know what to do. You can't stop it now, Rob. You blew it. You belong to me. Your last minute outside on this Earth, Rob. Hope you enjoyed it. Do you need me to say the word, Rob? I have to actually say it, just for completeness? Fine. Shrink."

I wrapped the shrinking field around him and let him start shrinking himself. He groaned and squeaked and tried to breathe the best he could. I just waited; I wanted this over with, was starting to think about how I'd get out of here safely. While he started to shrink, there was a knock at the door. I ignored it. My phone buzzed: text from Casey. "Will you open the door?"

Rob was entangled in his own clothes and clearly too far gone in the shrinking process to escape, so, keeping one eye and the shrinking field on him, I unlocked the door for Casey.

"Alicia, what the hell is going-- oh. Oh, Jeez." She saw the crumpled clothes containing Rob McLeane, who was doing quite well shrinking himself without my help, though it paused when he saw Casey come into the space. Whispering: "Was there really no choice?"

"Not really." It was a lie. "He was going to tell-"

"Why would that matter? The news is out, 'licia. There's nothing to tell."

"It was about me," I said. "I'll explain later," I added, nodding in Rob's direction as though it were a secret I needed to keep from him.

"Crud. Well, okay, Alicia, I guess. It's your call."

"Thank you."

"Okay. Let's finish this up and get out of here," Casey said.

"W-What?" came the panicked breathing from the corner. "What the f- You're, you're... helping her?"

"Of course I am," Casey answered. "If Alicia thinks you need to go away for a while, then you do. So... have you decided on a new body--"

I quickly stifled that line of questioning with a glance. Casey, bless her soul, picked up on it instantly, though I'm pretty sure she thought that I was only bluffing.

"Oh," Casey said. "Well, in that case, I hope you enjoyed your time here on Earth. Alicia's really, really good at getting rid of guys who annoy her."

Casey had only a vague idea how true that really was.

"I told him how I'm going to transform his entire body into pee!", I said.

"Oh! I absolutely love turning guys into piss!" Casey joined in. "Maybe... after you've got him, I can help you somehow?" she added, as though she was wishing she'd gotten here first.

I felt all warm inside. Casey had gotten onto my thought channel instantly. She'd never turned anyone into piss; she'd transformed exactly two other women from our floor, at last year's summer camp; no guys, at least yet. But the desperate, defeated look on Rob's eyes as she said those words was miraculous. It was making me so wet and hungry for him that I was about to start dripping. He was completely overwhelmed.

"Wait... you... you too? You're one of them? I should have known! How...?"

"Of course I am!" Casey said. "Almost all the girls on my floor are! But I'm one of the luckiest. I've already been where you're going, Rob. Alicia's so warm and wonderful inside! But, hey, I got to come out again. And now, as you can see, we're so much more than roommates and best friends!"

"Absolutely, lovergirl!" I put my hand on Casey's rear end; she turned and kissed me. Even though it was all a show, she touched her tongue to mine for just an instant; not enough to go deep into my thoughts, just enough to reaffirm her friendship and help plan Rob's imminent demise.

"Too bad, then," Casey cotinued. "I mean... you get to come out again, too... but I think I like this form better, don't you?" Case stroked her sides, outlining her shape. "Well, to each his own... Umm... Alicia?"

I was getting back into place over Rob, so I could focus the shrinking effect a little more closely; I let that "beam" from my crotch fall directly over him, and let him look up between my legs like I was some kind of benevolent goddess. I was having a great time but also knew that Casey and I were still at the crime scene and needed this to be over. "Yes, my love?"

"When you start peeing him out, can I watch? I want to see the beautiful, yellow stream you turn him into."

"Of course! Anything for you!"

Casey smiled at him. She stood up, right behind me, matched the position of her legs to mine, and used her own power to help shrink him. The effect of the theatrics were wearing off; Rob was just about small enough to finish him off, and he knew it. I was making him a little smaller than I absolutely had to: I like to really feel them as they slide inside me, and I like to have to work at it a bit and really stretch to get them inside: but this time I needed it to be over quickly, so he was going to be just about the size of my favorite dildo.

I stopped that effort and Casey knelt down, extracting Rob from his pile of clothes. "Ooh, think we're almost there? Looks like your time is up, Rob!"

Casey wrapped her fingers around Rob, carefully. We couldn't really hear him speak but could see him scream, trying his hardest to squirm out of Casey's grip. Not wanting to get any DNA evidence on the bed, I used my foot to tug Rob's sweatshirt away from the piles of clothes and sat on that, right on the floor, in front of him. I spread my legs. I kept my eyes on my prey. And that's what he was to me at that point: prey.

"Thesis or not, maybe 'next time' you'll think twice about invading someone else's privacy?" asked Casey, as she slowly brought him between my legs. He couldn't keep his eyes off me: absolute, abject terror. I loved it. We couldn't hear him speak now due the size/pitch problem, but I could tell he was pleading, screaming. I wanted to watch him but also felt the impulse to lay on my back, so I did.

I took my eyes off of him and looked into Casey's eyes. I loved her, not just for this, but for everything. More than she knew. I didn't even watch as I felt Rob's tiny feet against my vulva. He was surprisingly strong: a last-ditch effort from a man leaving the Earth forever. I kept my gaze solely on Casey as she guided Rob into me. Warm. Wet. Delicious. I cooed and couldn't help but to lay there and let Casey finish the job, including pushing him in deep with her fingers. She pulled those fingers free of me and then popped them into her own mouth like it was the best lollipop she'd ever tasted.

Just like that, back to reality. She handed me my panties. She pulled latex gloves from her pocket and scrambled to her feet.

"You are going to go back to the room, finish packing, and get the hell out of here. I'll clean up. Other than the floor, what did you touch?"

"Just the outside doorknob... and the inside doorknob, to let you in."

"Good." Casey snapped on the gloves and pulled several alcohol wipes from her pocket, the looked behind me and peeled up one hair I'd left on the floor when I was lying down. "This won't take long." She started on the floor first. I started to put my panties back on, backwards at first; hormone-induced disorientation. As I got them on the right way and tucked them up under my skirt:

"Is he in contact with you yet?"

"Not yet." I squeezed my vagina tightly shut to send him that message of total domination. Sealed up completely and helplessly inside me, and although it bothered me that I loved it, I did love it. He'd be in that panic right about now about not being able to breathe: had no clue that when you shrink someone like this he'd use so little oxygen that he could get by for at least twenty minutes just on what he brought with him. And he's read the blog, he knows where he's going to have to position himself once he gets over the shock.

"I really want to know where this heads," Casey said, as she cleaned the floor with Rob's pants. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"So do I."

"Okay, lover, get out of here. Get yourself home. I've got this. I'll see you in a few weeks just like we planned. Right?"

"Right. Casey?"

She paused, ripping open an alcohol wipe packet. "Yes, roomie?"

"I really am going to marry you someday."

"I know," Casey said. "I'm looking forward to it."

by **Groblek** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 12:43 am

Well, that took an unexpected turn. Still, with that last post of his here, it almost seemed like he wanted one of you to track him down. The situation does bring to mind one question that hasn't been clear so far - just how far does your control over a person you've taken inside extend? Physically, you can clearly alter them pretty much however, remake or unmake them as you see fit. But do you have anything like the same level of control over who they are, their mind, memories, sense of self, or is that something you can't really touch?

by **dreamweevil** » Wed Mar 29, 2017 8:10 pm

Groblek wrote:Well, that took an unexpected turn. Still, with that last post of his here, it almost seemed like he wanted one of you to track him down. The situation does bring to mind one question that hasn't been clear so far - just how far does your control over a person you've taken inside extend? Physically, you can clearly alter them pretty much however, remake or unmake them as you see fit. But do you have anything like the same level of control over who they are, their mind, memories, sense of self, or is that something you can't really touch?

Alicia: Well, I don't have complete control over my passenger physically, at least not yet. My current body plan is what they usually call "3.0". It means I can shrink someone down and transform them more quickly than Jessica (2.0) and Amy (1.5) were-- that took complete regression, conception, and a full nine-month gestation. I can complete a transformation in a little less than four weeks if my passenger cooperates, or take them through the full pregnancy if I want them to become my daughter... but as you saw, that means raising them from infancy to puberty before they even remember who they used to be!

And, unfortunately for Rob McLeane, no way am I putting myself through either of those ordeals... not for him... when there are so many better things to do.

The mental connection is a unique beast. It drives from curiosity-- if I'm driven to explore my partner's thoughts, then I can, but I expose my own at the same time. This means I'll tend to align with a partner after a while: warring world leaders could solve all their differences in a matter of a few hours or days if they really wanted to.

Right now I have no motivation do to this. I can't force Rob to think like I do, to agree with me; he can always shut me out and disconnect. And I can do the same to him, only have to make that connection as deep as I feel I want to at the moment. I've got the advantage, of course, since I'm on the outside: if he wants to know what's going on in the outside world or communicate with me for any reason, he needs to ask, pretty please, and it's up to me whether I let him it in at all.

Dean reported, near the end, that Jessica was able to start taking his thoughts completely from his head, which I'm pretty sure is part of the transfer process where she moved his memories into her daughter, Daisy. That's got to be terrifying. I think I know how to do it but have no ability at the moment since I'm not pregnant. Maybe someday. Does that answer your question?

by **Groblek** » Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:38 am

Indeed it does, Alicia, thanks! I'm homestly somewhat relieved that there's some limit to how much you can change a person that way.

by **dreamweevil** » Thu Mar 30, 2017 5:35 pm

Alicia: Belle flopped down on her bed. "Whoa. Sis. That's really heavy."

"Don't I know it?"

"Come here." Belle patted the bed in front of her. "You're stressed. Let me hold you while you catch me up the rest of the way."

"Okay."

She wasn't pressing to establish that mental connection with me and I was struck by a terrible thought: she probably never will, not ever again!. Right now, though, just her touch, just her innocent, sisterly embrace, would feel so good.

Nestled into Belle's warm arms, head against her bosom, I continued my story.

. . .

When Rob finally connected to me, he was waking from what was probably the best nightmare he'd ever had. Over and over, reliving the sensation of Casey holding him between my thighs, gently pushing him into me as he screamed and wriggled. He was surrounded by my scent, my moisture, my warmth. The last little bit of light, vanishing as Casey withdrew her fingers from my canal. In his mind he could still see that light. He was expecting to find himself under his covers, about to turn over and see his clock radio and wonder if it was time to get up.

Then: the panic. The delightful, delightful panic, and those inevitable first words: "Where am I?"

Oh, yes. I've been waiting for this. The beginning of his new existence. Without saying anything, I checked that he'd be able to hear my inner voice clearly. Channel open, Captain.

"You're inside the vagina of one Ms. Alicia Potemkin, who in turn is on board a rather comfortable bus on her way home. We're about a third of the way, about 150 km from the school already."

A momentary thought: the distance, from his stuff, from his life. Just as he thought this, about the need to go back, I told him: "I don't think we're ever going back."

Then: the sensation of being trapped. The warmth; the weight of almost my entire body, at least my head and torso, pressing down on him, compressing him into the foam of the motor coach's seat along with the rest of my rear end. The seat was nice, velour fabric with some bounce to it.

OF course, he'd have to do something about that. One part of the beauty of a woman's vagina is that it's a continuous tunnel with this everlasting promise of an exit: unlike, say, my uterus, where when the time comes the cervix does indeed fully seal shut, my vagina (at least in my current body plan!) has no such "gate", no solid wall. Secretions need to be free to make their way to the outside, after all; and thus the passage out lays in front of my "captive" every second of every day.

So what happens next is inevitable too. The tiny man inside me starts squirming toward the outside, learning to move inside me like the worm he is. And I don't have to do anything. I just wait, head leaning against a pillow against the bus' window, sunglasses on, pretending I'm asleep while I follow his efforts with amusement. I can feel him start to make progress to the outside, this tiny feeling like I'm on my way to giving birth or something.

I just wait. It's not like he could go anywhere even if he did get out: the "exit", if it were possible to reach, is inside my panties, which are inside my nice, tight, college-girl (and crazy expensive) jeans. But he's never going to get anywhere close, and like I said-- I don't have to do anything except be who I am. Because as soon as he starts to enter that outer third of my vagina, when he's quite aware that he's making progress and that the exit to my body is perhaps only an arms'-length away, he starts tripping the various nerve endings in that area. There, just like that. Feels good.

My vaginal muscles respond completely on their own, completely by reflex. You: guys out there, reading this: if you can, slide a finger into your girlfriend's body (with her permission, of course), and have her squeeze you. Her sexual organ is stronger and larger than your own, isn't it? Now imagine that your entire body's the size of that finger: you'd be not only tiny, but soft. Fragile. She could crush you like an overripe banana. Send you into white-hot, searing agony as her vagina protects itself from what it senses as an intrusion, as your bones threaten to break under the strain.

And Rob's not even in the tightest part of me yet: that lies between where he is now, and any hope of escape. And he knows it. His "escape", then, is the other way: deeper inside me, and the slickness of my walls help him to quickly find his way back there, where he belongs.

As soon as he's out of that dangerous area, my vagina relaxes again almost instantly. See? The tunnel's still there. I never actually sealed you in, did I? The passage is still there. Easy to fit through. Care to try again? Maybe this time you'll make it?

Of course he'll try again. And again. And again. I just wait and watch and enjoy being a woman as my vagina, just by this clever, eternal design, trains him for failure, reminds him over and over exactly where his place is; as it breaks him and drains any hope from him. Good vagina. Nicely done.

He returns to his place, defeated and exhausted, and tries the next tactic, which is communicating with me. I had my introductory speech ready to go.

"Okay, Rob, now that that bit of business is over with, let's review your situation, shall we? Let's see. Casey has purged any bit of evidence of her visit to your apartment, so that entire part of your life is over. Now, you've read the blog, you know what happens next. Except for this: I can't actually unshrink you. Did you pick up that clue? I mean... I could, it's just that an original human being like you can't survive it. My absorption of your body, in its shrunken state, isn't uniform. I've already done too much damage to you.

"Before I shrank you, you weighed... what... in pounds, about one-fifty? Let's use that. The contract between us is straightforward: I'm going to keep you alive, supply oxygen and water and a few other nutrients that you're absorbing right through your skin and your various orifices. In return for that wonderful privilege, my body is going to take anything it needs from yours. As my body absorbs yours, the shrinking effect will diminish, so while this is all happening you're going to stay about the same size.

"The more my body needs, the faster you vanish. You're about one hundred and fifty pounds, mostly water. My kidneys will produce around thirty millliters of urine per hour, some of which will be water I drink, and the rest... well, that'll be you. That means part of you is already filling up my bladder, just in the short time you've been here!"

I turn my head, and for the first time connect Rob to the view from my eyes as I look toward the tiny bathroom in the back of the bus. I hate bus bathrooms, definitely can hold it until I get home. But Rob knows what I'm thinking.

"I go to the bathroom six... maybe eight times a day. I can unload more than a liter when I do, although sometimes I'll use the bathroom opportunistically so there's less volume, right? So... doing the math here... well, I can dispose of up to about 2 pounds of your body in a day. Once you're small enough that there's no shrinking effect remaining at all, that rate drops way off, but that's also when you're starting to lose viability, when my body will start thinking about getting rid of what's left of you. One-fifty divided by two, plus a little extra... well, that means you have as little as eighty days left before you're completely gone, Rob.

"Of course, you also know that Dean survived for many years inside a woman's vagina: he rode through four complete pregnancies, and got a body of his own at the end. See, Rob, that choice is up to me! Keep me happy and I'll eat real food and extend your time here. Annoy me and... well, I'll exercise more, eat less, so I'll be feasting on your body instead, and every time I pee you're going to lose weight that you'll never, ever get back. I've already started that process, by the way, if you were wondering. You read my blog, know I'm not a fan of carrying around that much weight, even reduced the way it is, so if you stay really still and are really observant you can feel my body absorbing you, right through the walls of my vagina, right this very second. You can feel yourself entering my bloodstream, powering my brain and organs and muscles... even the ones keeping you trapped down there! Ironic, isn't it? You can feel my kidneys, processing what's left after my body's consumed that little bit of you. You can feel yourself slipping away into my bladder, can't you? Sure you can!"

I opened my eyes, looked at my watch, closed them again. "As soon as we get home, a little more than ninety minutes... when I get to my own bathroom, we'll start getting rid of you! That'll be fun, won't it?"

Rob didn't answer me, not right away. That's no surprise at all, given that the entire point of this experience so far was to keep him off balance, overwhelm him, start to wear him down. I have no idea what I really wanted out of him at this point, and for a moment, in the quiet of that bus, finally wondered whether this was all a mistake. But I didn't share that thought with him.

His thoughts started to coalesce for me a little while later... perhaps just ten minutes from the bus stop. He was... defeated. I knew he wouldn't stay that way, that he would rally and gather his strength as he started to learn what was really going on. He knew he was going to have to figure me out, appease me, and work very hard to change my mind about what I was going to do to him. First thing he'd have to do is change his mind; he is going to have to beg me to turn him into one of us. It'll be the only way he ever gets to see the outside world, his parents, his... girlfriend...

He's got a girlfriend.

What's her name?

Ah. Cerys. Unusual. I like it. A student, like you. But a different school. A different country even. The United Kingdom. On her way home right now, of course. Where does she live? What does she look like?

"No! Stop it!" Rob cried out. First words I've heard from him that way. But, as predicted, as he tried to defend each memory, he'd lead me right to them. An image of her, the way to her house, her email address, cell phone number, the cute little bulge that her phone makes when she wears it in her left hip pocket of those tight jeans that are kind of like my own--

This is awesome, Rob. I can use this. I'm going to use this. Who do I know, in my extensive network of friends, that lives near her?

"She has nothing to do with this! Don't touch her! Please don't!" Rob cried out to me.

"You realize, Rob, that you pretty much just guaranteed that I will. She's already a woman, of course, for her the transition won't be difficult, bet she'd actually look forward to it once we offer it to her..."

I could feel him sobbing inside me, adding microscopic tears to my vaginal secretions. "Please... please... just tell her I'm okay..."

You're not really okay, though, are you? "Sorry, I can't do that."

Then the first ray of light in Rob's otherwise miserable existence: he thought he found something. "You... you can't tell anyone, can you?"

"?"

"It's in your blog! You get home and one of the first things you always do is connect with your sisters Belle and Clarisse and Daisy and sometimes Amy and have an 'orgy' so you can catch up! You can't do that this time! Because if you did, they'd find out about me... and what, exactly, will they think of you then, Alicia? And if you don't share with them they're going to wonder exactly why...!"

Though his voice was still shaky, there was a hint of triumph in there. For the first time I could feel both excitement and relaxation from him.

"You didn't think this through, did you? A crazy impulse when you panicked because I was right, about everything you can do, about everything you're going to do. Because I called you out on what you and your kind are doing and now you're stuck! You're going to have to work with me to get through this... Yes! I bet... that thing about not being able to unshrink me is a lie, isn't it, Alicia?

I just remained quiet. I wanted to hear his line of thought.

"Okay. So here's the deal. You go ahead and bring me home, but once we're alone you let me out and unshrink me and give me some clothes--"

"There are no men's clothes in our entire house."

"Doesn't matter. You'll find something. Then you give me what... a couple hundred bucks? Just enough to buy a bus ticket back to school and then we both chalk this up to an innocent, fun bit of role playing that almost went too far but none the worse for wear and I totally forgive you and we laugh about it! When this all blows over we can talk. I'd love to hear more about what you're doing and why - hell, that's why I got involved on your blog in the first place. I've got an open mind. Really. I just got scared, legitimately so...and I made a mistake. And also... I change my thesis so nobody discovers your time-shifted encryption scheme--"

"We've already changed it," I said.

"Whatever. I could break it again if I was given time and inclination, and I think you know it." He was on a roll. I let him keep going. "Anyway, no harm done, and I'll even thank you for the experience from the bottom of my heart. It's been pretty scary... but really pretty illuminating! I think it's your best option, Alicia. Really, it works out best for the both of us. You're a good student and roommate and an attractive, smart woman, not a murderer!"

Okay, fair enough. I looked out the window of the bus; we were on the same street as the station. "Okay, let me think about it." I kept the connection open, just outside sights and sounds and none of my own real thoughts, as I gathered my stuff and told the passenger next to me that it was nice to meet her.

A few minutes later I walked into the warm embrace of my sisters and mother and Rob saw all of them and felt the hugs and all was right with the world. Belle, Clarisse, and Daisy each took one of the bags I'd brought home. In my head I imagined squirting Rob out of my crotch and the relieved look as he grew back to normal size. I could feel Rob get excited. He rubbed himself against me, and I think for the first time figured out that he could pleasure me sexually if he wanted to.

"It's all over the news!" Daisy practically screeched.

"Come on, honey," Amy told me. "You've had a tough day and the bus ride doesn't help. I've got a great dinner cooking... about a half hour. Go wash up and we want to hear all about your last two weeks!"

"Thanks, Mom. I'd love that."

More warm feelings inside from Rob. I'll take them, but something about it is irritating me. As I went upstairs, I virtually took Rob by the hand and led him to the part of my brain that held information about the shrinking process, and the damage it does after just a few minutes to Human 1.0 that effectively prevents unshrinking without also killing him. I let him review that data and all the mechanisms in as much detail and from as many different angles as he wanted to. His mind was smart, analytical... but there are some problems the human brain simply can't fix. Not yet, anyway.

As his heart sank under that weight, mine felt ligher, and I felt better, than I had in the last half hour. I ushered myself into the bathroom and closed the door, grabbed a washcloth, washed my face.

Rob was still trying to cope with the news that I'd told him the truth, wasn't paying attention as, after drying my face and hands, I walked to the toilet and lifted the lid, then unbuttoned my jeans.

"You... you really can't... unshrink me??"

"No," I said, matter-of-factly. "I can't." I lowered my jeans below my knees.

"I'm-- I'm-- stuck here??"

I'm wearing my hot pink panties. The only clean ones I had left; why pay to use the overpriced laundromat at school when you can bring home all your laundry dirty? I grab the waistband, turn around and go to sit as Rob suddenly becomes aware of what I'm about to do.

"Not quite all of you," I told Rob. Then I sat on the toilet. "You're never, ever, going to threaten to call me a murderer again, Rob. Predator, perhaps, like a hungry lioness chasing down a helpless gazelle. But not a murderer." I spread my legs so I could watch, and so Rob wouldn't be able to help watching. I let him feel what was going on inside my body as I got ready to do my business.

And then I did. After that long bus ride, I really put on a good show. Nice, powerful stream that seemed to go on forever. I felt Rob's spirits sink.

"Six times a day, at least, Rob," I reminded him, as I finished up. "Nice to get this started. Well, by now you're down to... what... one-forty-nine point five? Yeah, that sounds about right. Dinner smells good, doesn't it? I'm not really very hungry, but I'll have something. I think I want to keep you around for a while, Rob. We're going to have some fun, you and I."

And here we are.

. . .

Belle held me tight, still. "I need the rest of the story, Alicia. You can't handle this alone. I can help you."

"I'm afraid of what will happen if you do."

"That doesn't matter," Belle said. She unsnapped my jeans and I didn't resist, slipped her fingers down into my pants, then rolled on her side so she could kiss me at the same time, and I just let her do it. Dive into my thoughts. And, what I feared most, into Rob's.

Rob had a surge of hope, of joy, as my beautiful sister made contact with him. He could tell her the entire story from his point of view and I did nothing to prevent it. Clarisse knocked on the door once but got the message that we were busy: that the family orgy would be later that night.

"Okay," Belle said, when she was nearly done, and we'd mostly disconnected ourselves from Rob.

"What do I do?" I asked, big puppy-dog eyes I'm sure.

"Nothing," Belle said. "Exactly what you are doing."

"But--"

"We won, Alicia. Thanks to an awful lot of hard work. Some of us are going to get carried away. There are going to be mistakes and accidents and heartbreak. And that's okay. Collateral damage. But I'm not even sure this is a mistake. I think he'd blab if he could have; it wasn't just an idle threat. If he could escape your body right now, it's what he'd do. He'd undermine your newfound authority however he could. I tested him."

"He doesn't know about my 'newfound authority' yet."

"That'll be interesting."

"But I'm enjoying it, Belle. I'm torturing him every time he pleads with me and every time I go to the bathroom and every little nasty thing I can thing of to reduce him, to dominate him, to absolutely crush him."

"Then... enjoy it. I did, in the little time I spent with him." It was true. Belle almost reached orgasm thanks to Rob's reaction, when he realized that Belle wasn't about to help him and instead started to revel in his misery. "Makes me wonder if you're willing to share him... or if I can line something up like this for myself, at least after I'm done with you."

"You're still going to... transform me?"

"Five point one, with all the trimmings, exactly befitting your rank in the New World Order, just as you wanted."

"I didn't think you'd still want to--"

"Support my big sister? Are you crazy, Alicia? I'd do anything for you. Four days' drought, after two weeks... that was too much. It's over now. Let's share this with the others."

by **dreamweevil** » Fri Mar 31, 2017 4:45 am

Groblek wrote:Indeed it does, Alicia, thanks! I'm homestly somewhat relieved that there's some limit to how much you can change a person that way.

Belle: I'm going to hop in here and say that I disagree with Alicia on this. I mean, I'd absolutely do anything for her and love her and we believe in the same things, but I think given her current distractions she was a little less than accurate. Mind you, she's got more direct experience: but I still get to give my own viewpoint, right?

First: Yes, you can't really force someone to establish that mental connection. Neural induction is all about alignment and proximity, so all you have to do, if you find yourself trapped in someone's vagina and don't wish to communicate, is get yourself out of the positions that make that possible. Later "editions" of our body plan have induction pads that are larger and (3.0 and later, like me) extend to the outside, but they're all on the ventral (front) side. That's also the side where the most useful connections are on a shrunken human being ("1.0"). So if you're trapped in my vagina and want to talk to me, you be be inside me headfirst or feetfirst-- that doesn't matter-- but your "front" has to be facing towards mine, and you have to be in the right place along the length of my canal (which, to you, would be close to the area where it just starts getting a little tight). Don't want a connection? Turning sideways inside me is just enough to break it.

But here's where I disagree with Alicia. Imagine you were inside me right now. (Hmmm... don't make me think too far down that path!) And you weren't connected to my thoughts at all. You'd be trapped inside this small, warm, moist tube inside my body. It's completely dark. All you hear are the very muffled sounds of my own voice, some extremely muffled sounds from the outside (perhaps a fire siren or something), and even then it's overwhelmed by my incessant (let's hope!) heartbeat, my breathing, and the constant gurgling of my digestive system. It's stiflingly warm: the only thing that keeps your brain from cooking is that my bloodstream is removing a small amount of heat from you for just that reason, but it's warm nonetheless, and of course you can't cool down by sweating. If something sexually excites me, you're going to really feel it (that guy with the cute butt turns me on? You'll be the only one who knows!) And... uh... yeah... if I'm eating normal meals and need to go to the bathroom you're going to really feel that, like it or not. (Can't help it; it's just where you are, what you're close to.) Most of the time, you'd feel me going about my day but would have no idea what I'm doing.

TL;DR: Yeah, you don't have to connect to me, but you're really, really going to want to. All I have to do is wait. Your desire to know what I'm thinking, to escape that solitary vaginal confinement, will get you, sooner or later. Alicia wasn't inaccurate here, just too simplistic, but I don't think we want to mislead anyone.

Second point: We absolutely can influence the mind of the person inside us (or linked to us). Just look what Alicia's doing to Rob right now; example enough, right! I think what she's saying is that you can't just rewrite someone's personality however you'd like: you can't just erase them and start over. But look what happened in your time: take someone who's weak enough to start with: who's beaten down, at the end of their rope, helpless and desperate. Then offer them some kind of hope. Slide some other thoughts in.

Imagine again that you're inside me. You've given up on escape, and are connected to my thoughts. You've been weakened and I know that. Eventually I start slipping these other thoughts into you. Feminine thoughts. A desire to be like me. I'd just keep doing it, sharing those ideas with you, and eventually you'd accept that into yourself, and I will have changed you. Perhaps I can convince you to just open yourself up completely, give you the opportunity to rewrite yourself to be like me. Yes, you have a choice... but did you, really?

You still do have a bit of protection here, nonetheless. Because you can explore my thoughts as a consequence of me getting into yours, I can't lie to you. I can't convince you of something that I don't believe myself. As happens from time to time, the two of us together might arrive at some discovery that changes both of us.

In a peer-to-peer relationship it's very equitable. But, if you're inside me and we have a difference of opinion that we can't resolve through analysis and collaboration, I'll usually win. After all, I'm the one one the outside, living in the real world, able to do things, as well as the one keeping you alive.

Hope that makes sense and I haven't confused the issue too much!

Kisses,
Belle

by **dreamweevil** » Sat Apr 01, 2017 1:46 pm

State Police Headquarters, Troop 11, Farmington CT

Alicia:
I'm holding heavy, painted steel bars in both hands, looking out. I joke with Rob, who is a bit flummoxed at the moment; he's been mostly keeping to himself lately and has little idea what's going on. Fine with me.

"I bet this is where you hoped I'd end up, isn't it?"

The jail cell catches Rob's attention. Okay, not jail, just a holding cell. It's still so barbaric! So glad we won't need many of these for much longer.

Captain Sarwell, who seems a little young for that rank, steps around the corner, and I pull the door open. "They're almost ready for you, Ms. Potemkin." He's dressed in a crisp, blue uniform: the "old style", as I'm already thinking of it.

I follow Captain Sarwell around down the hallway and around a corner. Another hallway, where he motions to wait. He nods around the corner.

Rob is paying attention for the first time in three days. I don't fault him for being depressed. Perhaps I went too far? This isn't going to help his spirits.

"Thank you, Governor," comes the echo of the voice over the PA system. It's Janet Dakin's voice.

"I have known our next guest for several years and learned never, ever to underestimate her, despite her apparent youth. She's one of the most brilliant students I've had the pleasure to know, and when her country called on her to place herself in harm's way to stop a terrible crime ring, she did so without question. Her actions brought about one hundred and thirteen convictions and brought and end to a horrifying scourge that targeted our most vulnerable. Is is my pleasure to introduce to you, therefore, our first regional commander of protective services: Miss Alicia Potemkin!

Applause. Captain Sarwell nods and I walk out into the briefing room. The entire room, full of state troopers and their command chain, are on their feet.

I'll admit right then that some of the the applause seemed forced. Yes, there was a political process of some sort that got me here. That Janet Dakin is the chair of the national protective service, at least since she was sworn in two days earlier, that definitely carried some weight. And these troopers weren't, I'm sure, particularly impressed at the sight of, apparently, a twenty-one year old being placed in charge like this. I'd have to win them over, for sure, but that's, in part, why I was here.

Also here: Amy, Belle, Clarisse, Daisy: front row, all bubbly and cheerful. Amy had a tear down one cheek she tried to hide.

I did as I was supposed to; raised my hand, was sworn in, said what I was supposed to say, thanked the governor and Chairwoman Dakin and shook their hands. And I was given a badge.

I stared at it for a full thirty seconds, as did Rob, and we were both equally unbelieving. I've had physical, biological power. Now I have the legal power to match.

In the new world there will be no prisons. No juries. No trials. It was controversial, yes, but logical. Do we need a court, a trial to know when someone is telling the truth? No. Can we rehabilitate someone who goes astray? Usually. Will there, in the world we see in the near future, ever be a reason, or a human being so uneducated as to commit a crime in the first place? Rarely.

Rob is, at last, screaming inside me like I knew he would. Becuase this, exactly this, is what he would have prevented had he gotten his way. If he hadn't unlocked his apartment door. If he had just done as he threatened and run for the authorities. Because now, I could have done what I did to him with complete and utter immunity: the badge, my rank, both indicate implicit trust in me to do what's right. To the best of my ability.

It is, in every practical way, a license to kill.

. . .

They'd held my induction ceremony at the police headquarters since it was also the location of my first "assignment". We had a brief reception, short and rather spartan, immediately following, after which everyone except the regular crew and I left. It was a ceremonial duty that remained, really, but an important one, and one that I was uniquely suited for.

So I am now in a training room. As in there are mats and weights and punching bags and a padded floor and all sorts of interesting dummy props. About half the troopers are here, lined up in ranks as I enter the room. I nod at Captain Sarwell, who says, in his stern, captain's voice: "As you were." They don't seem to relax very much.

Time for the lesson of a lifetime, and time for a twenty-one year old woman to earn some respect.

I've got two helpers who arrived during the reception earlier. 4.0, both of them: Melissa Umi and Jennifer Yang, who sit next to each other on a pile of extra mats and just watch.

"Alright. I know what you're all thinking right now. That this is crazy; that you don't need to be here; that there's not a thing in the world I can teach you. But the world is crazy right now. And of all the people who have earned a place of trust, it's you. You've served the public and kept the peace and that's precisely what the world still needs."

I walk around and survey the group. They're big, strong. Two women among their number and eighteen men. Varying ages. But they're focused, attentive, even if skeptical.

"But right now you're vulnerable. And I'm here to help equip you with what you're going to need to survive." I walk over to the shelf and pick up a prop handgun. "Usually, this is what we'd mean by equipment. Hardware. What purpose does a gun serve?"

When nobody answers, the captain nods on my behalf and one of the troopers snaps out an answer. "To apply deadly force as a last resort to prevent a violent crime, Ma'am."

Ugh. I hate "Ma'am". But it's okay for now.

Simulated taser next. "And this?"

"Less-than-lethal force as a substitute under certain circumstances."

I go through two more props: a billy club, and then the handcuffs one of the officers is wearing on his belt.

"All of these things serve to bring a person under control. Isn't that the common thread here? To take control of a person to prevent them from doing harm, or continuing to do harm?"

"Yes," one in the back volunteers.

"I'm here to supply you with a different kind of upgrade. Or, at least, to offer it. It requires a sacrifice on your part and is completely voluntary; you can remain on the force no matter your decision, but I'm here to tell you of the risk you face."

Now, they already know what this offer is; most of them have signed up already. We're going to transform all of the volunteers, of course; give them every edge as needed to keep the peace.

Near the door is a clipboard with the roster. I make a play like I'm picking a name at random. "Reginald... Farland?"

He's the largest man in the room, and I look at him as though I'm momentarily intimidated. It's an act, of course, as was my entirely non-random selection. I picked the biggest state trooper in the room to make my point.

"Would you assist me in a demonstration?"

"Of course, Ma'am."

"The essence of control is getting someone to do what you want. The news of the last few days is that the landscape is changing. You: the people in this room, will be the best trained, most capable officers out there, and you will do the world a load of good. So let me show you what you're up against.

"Officer Farland: all you need to do, to end this demonstration and win our little contest here, is to leave the room."

"Just... leave?"

I nod at Captain Sarwell, who nods in agreement; he's been briefed on this, has never seen it. There is a little trick here already: I can't be too convincing asking him to leave, otherwise I'll undermine myself. This is why I've needed Captain Sarwell to reinforce the command for me.

"Yes, Ma'am," Farland says. He heads for the door. I know him enough: if he makes it out, he's done with the training, at least so he thinks.

"Of course," I say: Farland stops in his tracks. "Why would you want do to that?"

I tilt my head to the side, let my hair fall just the right away. I track his eyes. Got him. "I mean... wouldn't you rather come... over here?"

"But..."

He takes a stumbling step toward me.

"You... know... what I can do, don't you, Officer Farland? Or is it Reggie? Can I call you Reggie?"

"S-- sure...?"

"Of course, Reggie. I can feel it already? You've read about it, what I could do to you if I wanted to? Right? I'm kind of feeling that I might want to..."

"But--" he tries to step back, but his eyes flash across my body again and linger just where I want them to.

"You don't want to go that way. You want to be here. With me. You'd like to know what my body smells like. How warm my touch is. Come on over for a minute."

When he breaks his gaze, barely able to walk without looking to see where the floor is, I scan the other students and make eye contact with them. They're incredulous.

A few seconds, this big man is standing right in front of me. "You can touch me, Reggie. Go ahead. See how warm I am."

He's too nervous, and has too much control to reach for my breasts, but he tentatively extend a hand towards my side, just a little more innocent. I don't quite let him actually touch.

"Why don't you... sit down, right in front of me? Right--" I put my hand on his shoulder-- "there?"

As he sits, I move closer, so he's looking up at my body at an extreme angle, the underside of my bosom, by now imagining just what I want him to imagine.

As soon as he gets himself down the floor. "Lie down, Reggie."

He does. I lift one leg; he's watching both my chest and my crotch. Gently, I set one shoe on Reginald Farland's chest, and pin him to the mat below my foot.

I look around at the other students. Even Captain Sarwell is unbelieving. "And there you have it."

I remove my food and step back, shake my hair out, and break my grip on Farland by changing channels. "Thank you for your cooperation, Officer Farland."

I look around, and step out of Farland's view so he can recover, and walk around the other students. "So. You're all asking just how I did it. Experience. Not just mine, but thousands, millions of women, and more than a few men, that went before me. See, it's what's up here-- I tapped my head-- "as much as anything else. I was able to decipher his thoughts second by second and adjust my approach to what I knew would work."

"But I'm... married," Farland objected.

"Right. And if you want to stay that way, you're going to have to be able to deal with what I just did. I figured out pretty quickly that's he's attracted to a woman's breasts--"

"But--?"

"Please, don't apologize. Half of what's wrong with humanity is that we've become so squeamish about our own sexuality that we allow it to become a mystery, and then it catches us by surprise and can be used against us. Outside, my body's not much different than yours; that's by design. But I have perception... and, like I said, experience. You're going to have the same; maybe even better. So when I noticed Reginald's eyes cross my chest I took advantage of that. I did this."

I turned to show them how my nipples were erect, and pretty visible through the tight fabric of my uniform.

"That caught his attention again. Then I had him. I could start spinning a web from which he couldn't escape. He's intrigued by the thought that he might vanish between my legs; that he could lose power to a woman that way. So I mentioned it. I brought him into range of my other... weapons. I gained control of him without a gun, without a taser, without a billy club, and without barking orders at him. I just made sure he knew what I wanted. And I gave him permission to use his imagination. This has nothing to do with his individual willpower; it's simply that he was completely outclassed. As are every one of you. I looked at the two women. "Male or female. It's not your fault at all. You simply haven't been given the correct equipment. Yet. We're here to change that."

I gestured toward my two assistants, Umi and Yang, who rose from the stack of mats. "The beauty of this is that you're not going to have to undergo months of rigorous training to understand how this works or how you can use it. The knowledge is the real gift; the real 'upgrade', if you will. I've made people disappear when it's what I had to do. I convinced a man to warp the laws of physics and I shrank him and removed him from this Earth. It is an awesome power, and a privilege, and each and every one of you will be able to do it. And completely, fully understand it. And be immune to it yourself... well, mostly." I nodded at the assistants. "Once you have this power, combined with the awesome training and experience you already have, few will challenge you. You'll still have your other weapons. You'll still be yourself. But you'll also be... what we need."

Good. This group is convinced.

"It would be my honor to remain and help you through your transformations." I patted my belly. "Unfortunately, I'm scheduled for my own: I've been in this body a while, it's actually a pretty early design, and there have been a lot of refinements that apparently I need, so I'm going to be out of commission for a while. But I'm going to leave you in the very capable--"

I contemplated whether to stay politically correct here. No. Screw it.

"--wombs of two very capable women: Melissa Umi and Jennifer Yang. They'll be working through this list in the order you signed up, and once we get started you'll be able to join that effort and expedite it through the entire force. Yes, it means that some of you are going to become intimately familiar with Mellssa and Jennifer, and ultimately each other. That thought is weird and awkward... am I right?"

"Yeah," came the first voice: Reginald Farland. I walked up and patted him on the shoulder like a fellow officer might. "Good man. Honesty. You're going to need it." Others joined in agreement.

"It absolutely is awkward. But only at first. I also suspect a few of you are looking forward to some quality alone time with our volunteers, and it's okay to admit that too. In the end we're all in this together, and, if you can pardon the pun, we're only going to come out stronger. You can do this. You are the best of the best. You've made the right choice and it is as much an honor and privilege for me to welcome you into our ranks as it is for me to have been welcomed into yours."

One more nod, and Captain Sarwell thanked me; applause, this time not forced at all, and I was on my way. Mission accomplished.

. . .

I had dinner with my entire family that evening. Cake, candles, congratulations. And when it was "over", Belle looked at her watch and told the others that there was no way that my evening was to be over at just 10:15pm. Belle explained she had a self-declared mission to keep me out too late and have too much fun; after all, I had no excuse to be tired, right?

Okay. Sure. Let's party.

So Belle and I went to a club not too far away. Along the way she explained her plan. But first: "Why don't you clue Rob into this, if you can?"

Rob was feeling a bit fatigued, but a little repositioning of my rear end in the seat of Belle's tiny sports car tuned him in pretty well.

"Okay."

"I want the two of us to find the two cutest, hunkiest normal[i] guys we lay our eyes on. We're going to let them take us home. And we're gonna have us some good, old-fashioned, normal, [i]human intercourse. I wanna get fucked so hard that I don't won't want to sit down tomorrow. You up for that?"

For an instant, I wasn't. But, wow, I'd never heard my little sister say anything of the sort before, that language. Then I remembered what was going on inside me. "All for it, sis. Let's go for it."

And, wow, it didn't take long at all. We wandered the floor for just a minute, made eye contact with the guys we wanted, picked out seats at the bar with empty seats on both sides. I was thinking how this might be the only time I can ever get away with this: nobody here knows who I am yet, but with new "official" capacity it'll only be a matter of time.

"Hey."

His name was Eddie. Technically, as I thought, the wingman; Belle's prettier than I, at least in my opinion, and she had this plan in mind while mine was occupied with convincing a bunch of state troopers to surrender themselves to their genetic destiny; so her hair was perfect and she sat tall in her seat (she's about two inches taller than me, too).

Didn't matter to me in the least. Because, like Belle, I just wanted it. Eddie's friend approached Belle, just late enough to not seem like this was a pre-arranged pick-up attempt. His name's Oliver. Cute. I think I like mine a little better, so this works out fine. Eddie volunteered almost instantly that Oliver was his roommmate.

"Cool," Belle said.

Already, Rob was starting to squirm inside me. Completely unable to suppress what was going on. It was delightful. Even the sense of Rob moving inside me was turning me on, and I let him know that much. I think he would have served as my own personal dildo right then and there if I'd given any clue that doing so would have stopped what was evolving with Oliver and Eddie.

We let them know that we were sisters. And when the awkward question came; yeah, we're both of that next evolutionary step they'd heard so much about. Apparently, the first two they'd ever seen; or at least, knew for sure.

"Please, don't worry, though. No funny business for me tonight," I assured Eddie. "I'm up for my own transformation in just a couple of days so I don't want to mess that up."

Eddie leaned up close enough that I could pick up his aftershave. "You mean... you're going to disappear inside another woman?"

"Yes. We've got a mucn newer body plan available to us now. I'm... what they're calling 3.0. It'll be 5.1 after. So I'll be pretty much out of commission for three, four weeks, give or take. Was just interested in some... fun... before that happens. Up for it?"

When, to any red-blooded male, would there ever be a second answer to that question?

Rob is going crazy again on the ride to the guys' place. And I've got a pretty good bit of banter for them to pass the time. "I mean, like in my opinion this is a really great time to be a guy. At long last you're outnumbered, and it's like every woman wants to be cuter than every other, all so vibrant... I mean, you're going to have your pick. I kind of wish I was in your place right now!"

"Yeah," Belle asked. Oliver's left hand was wrapped her right breast. "And without the worry of pregnancy or STDs... I mean, it's like a windfall. I never thought of it that way, Alicia."

"But that's the point, Belle. I mean, look at us. You and I don't have to be careful. At least not in those ways."

"So..." Eddie asked, gingerly... "Who's 'transforming' you?"

"I am!" Belle chanted, excitedly. "Alicia just got a promotion at work. So we're celebrating! Would have done it already if she could have taken the time off..."

I watched Eddie's cheeks turned red as he imagined, I'm certain, my body disappearing between my sister's legs. I hoped that visual wouldn't turn either of them off. It didn't.

Okay, Rob, you can scream now.

Eddie's tongue feels great between my legs: he knows what he's doing down there. I imagine slipping Rob down his throat "by accident": maybe he wouldn't notice, would turn Rob into man-poop for me? Nah. More reality, less fantasy there, Alicia. Look at this big, hard, wonderful, amazing cock. I made sure Rob saw every inch of it. I did that, Rob! I made it big like that!

Oliver and Eddie had never had sex in the same room at the same time with two women. And we told them, since those fears of pregnancy and disease weren't a factor, they they could do whatever they wanted with us. They could swap; explore both of us. No rules. Be just like an animal. Go crazy. Let's see if we can't make you as sore as we want to get.

I got onto all fours to take Eddie doggy style. His hands grabbed my boobs and I looked down underneath to see that big cock and balls behind me. He uses his impressive PC muscles to lift that big thing to enter me. That's it, Eddie. Dominate me. Show Rob how it's done. It touches my asscheeks; nice, warm. He starts to aim it and I'm impatient.

I switch to Rob's POV because that's what I really want to feel at this point. I've got him absolutely sopping wet and he's making no effort to disengage with me, and with all the nerve endings sensitized down there I don't think he can. He is frightened out of his gourd and he should be. Oh, look, Rob! Is that daylight! I mean, the room is pretty dark but you've been in complete darkness all this time so any light must be good but... oh, what's that? That's Eddie! My new boyfriend, at least for the night. Here, why don't you two get to know each other a little better! Come on in, Eddie, it's really nice inside!

It gets dark for Rob again as Eddie fills my tunnel and starts to push his way inside. I feel Rob scurry away: up, toward my closed cervix, dead end... just in the nick of time. Eddie's cock completely fills the space. Now-- watch this, Rob.

I squeeze my muscles. Eddie moans, and his cock, incredibly, swells even more, taking on the perfect shape of my vagina as it hardens like a rock. Then he starts thrusting, pumping, and it feels absolutely great. I can feel his balls hitting me between my thighs, the fingers gripping my swollen nips and compressing my breasts and his hot, relentless breath in my ears.

I send Rob my vision of what's happening inside Eddie's body. His reproductive system-- no, his entire body, fully committed. He's building his semen right now, Eddie. Mixing together the components, flooding his sperm into the proper channels to mix with that wonderful, nutrient solution, making it thick and sticky just for me: and I can tell there's going to be a lot of it, Rob! Those glands-- so large! I think he hasn't gotten any tail in at least a few days... how about you?

I monitor Eddie closely as he moves toward release. I can tell when a guy's getting close, and I keep him as close to that edge as I can with subtle little changes. When he's almost at the point of no return, I balance our combined weight on one arm so I can tap him on the hip with the other.

"Eddie: I want to show you something cool. Watch this."

I release my other hand, and flatten myself out on the bed, Eddie collapsing heavily on top of me (which felt great) and still tight inside me.

"Hold still."

I turn my head. Belle and Oliver are still going at it, and I grab her attention.

"Cool," Belle says. She turns Oliver's attention our way. "Watch this. She's going to make your roommate come on command."

I count down from four. Three, two-- I feel it well up inside Eddie-- one-- I squeeze my inside muscles just right-- "now."

I orgasm, hard. Eddie explodes inside me, right on cue. The slit of the tip of his penis opens wide and he squirts, and squirts, and squirts, and squirts again.

All over poor Rob. Awww! Too bad!

"Wow," Eddie says. "Holy fuck."

"I'll say." I keep Eddie tight inside myself. "You're really good, Eddie. Fast learner! Wow... indeed!"

Belle, not to be outdone, arches her back and extracts Oliver's seed from him, similarly.

And there you have it. Four, hot, sweating bodies, not far from each other, smelling of sex and completely, wonderfully, perfectly satisfied. Quietly, Eddie's formerly massive cock shrank and I let it slip from me, then closed my opening tight once again. Sorry, Rob, Eddie is just a visitor. He gets to leave. But at least he left a housewarming present for you! I roll over so I can be face-to-face with Eddie, kiss him.

Meanwhile, deep inside, Eddie's copious load was gelling quickly, congealing into a sticky glob meant to protect his million-or-so sperm from the defensive power of my vaginal acids. Of course, Rob was in the very center of that glob as it congealed around him. Perfect! How are you doing down there, Rob? Enjoying yourself as much as I am?

"Are all... of your... kind like you?" Eddie asked.

"I like to think not," I say. "Of course I'm the best. Belle's a very close second."

"I respectfully disagree with my sister, of course!" Belle objected. "Whose idea was this, Alicia? And who, exactly, are you depending on for this upgrade of yours, again?"

"Okay," I said, smiling at Eddie while I talked to Belle. "Point taken. You're the best, sis. You win."

"That's better," she said, stroking Oliver's back. "Don't you forget it."

"Never."

Rob's body was being assaulted by tens of thousands of microscopic spermatozoa as Eddie's DNA desperately tried to propagate itself. They escaped from the glob as it melted in the heat of my vagina, turning very slowly back into liquid such that the sperm had a chance to mount a sustained assault on anything that they might mistake for an egg.
Cool that you get to see this miracle of human reproduction up close, isn't it, Rob? Too bad you'll never be doing this yourself.

After a short rest and regroup, we did it again, and again, and again, in various positions and with Belle and I swapping partners and even doing two-on-one in various combinations until the guys were completely and utterly dry and Belle and I had gotten absolutely everything we'd come for. It was late morning before we split and headed back home.

"Sorry, sis, gotta do this," Belle said, prying her fingers into my pants before starting her car. "Whoa! What's up! Ouch!"

But Belle had already made contact. She collected every single bit of Rob's experience, the fact that he was still covered with the spunk of not one, but two different guys, and had become quite aware that only time, my vaginal secretions, and gravity would clean him. "Serves you right," she told him. "Hope you liked that, Rob."

I put my hand atop Belle's arm while her hand was still between my legs. "Thanks, Sis. Awesome night. You are, indeed, the best."

by **dreamweevil** » Mon Apr 03, 2017 5:38 pm

dw (Meta): I'd like to offer my enduring thanks to bigmacrmuk for the fantastic collaborative effort showcased here, and in the preceding and following chapters!

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Alicia: Okay, Belle was right. It does actually hurt to sit down. Ironically, that actually feels great. All this tension released. Belle's got our two guys' phone numbers, but I'm not really thinking we'll be seeing them; but that's okay. We weren't in this for a relationship. Just raw, animal sex. Whew. Yeah!

Almost makes me sad that guys like that are going to become scarce before too much longer. Well, they'll be replaced by a different kind of guy, I suppose. Maybe that'll be even better? Could be.

How is Rob faring through my womanly, carefree adventures?

Well, he got pounded pretty hard. I mean, he was right there, practically in the way as man connected to woman and we joined ourselves into a single animal in all sorts of ways. I don't think either Oliver or Eddie could feel him; actually I'm pretty sure they couldn't. But you know something? He came through it better than I actually thought he would. I guess I'm pretty soft and stretchy inside, and his bones aren't as brittle as you'd think, so for him it was more like riding a bucking bronco for a while, only with the particularly wet and creamy surprise at the end.

I'm still leaking semen from between my legs. It smells like them. I love it.

Anyway, since Rob was a good sport and all, as if he had a choice, I've decided to do him a favor. I'm going to introduce you to him. I mean-- you've heard him before, he's posted here before... it's just that... well, then he was on the outside, right? I'll do like Jessica did ages ago: just kind of stand by but otherwise let him say absolutely, absolutely whatever he feels like telling you. What harm can it do, right?

Anyway, without further delay, ready to answer your questions and tell you of his experience: I present Mr. Rob McLeane! Rob?

Rob: Well, here we are.

And here I am.

Allow me to preface my aftermentioned thoughts. I am not like Dean, the last one that blogged in a situation similar to this. I very much do want, and do need, to be rescued. I'm in the most dire of situations.

However, I guess that if this is being read by someone, then that someone is either unable or disinclined to help me with the situation that I am in.

But... just on the off chance... help, please.

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Being wrong is not a very nice feeling to have. But being right about something truly horrible... that's worse.

It's especially worse when you make not one mistake but several and through that, you get a front-row seat (so to speak) regarding history repeating itself.

But...yeah. Here I am.

I'm not entirely sure how much of this 'Alicia' (or whatever her name is) is going to chop out and edit, but I'm going to go ahead and speak my piece anyway. Perhaps none - it's not like what I'm going to say is likely going to make much difference anyhow... given what I've learned recently, the vast majority of the legwork is done. They have control. And, barring some kind of last-ditch all-out onslaught that kills an awful lot of people, they're keeping it.

Not that the odds of me lasting long enough to see a lot of what happens are particularly high, in any case.

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Well, anyhow. Perhaps a summation for those of you who haven't been keeping up so far:

I'd been following the evolution of these women for quite some time, interested to see where it would progress, and at least somewhat excited about what the potential for future human changes were. I'm no geneticist, but the idea of an equal humanity obviously has appeal and I thought this might at least aid in that cause. Being able to shift genetic information in that way...

However, the more I followed the blog, the more I started to worry some. What these people were doing, it spoke of power. And though it's not always a straight causality, power corrupts. The more I read the blog and the more widespread the use of that power became...the more it seemed to have the potential to result in trouble.

I voiced my concerns on the blog. I was given assurances - by 'Miss Alicia', no less - that the power could be controlled, and wouldn't result in pain or suffering - much, anyway. She was, however, also explicit about not giving assurances regarding individuals being taken by those with this new power, but she did say that those who did would be held to account.

(More on my thoughts on THAT later, because it ties in.)

Anyway, fastforward a little while. I can see the movement taking shape, slowly beginning to take power behind the scenes. If it can be controlled, thats fair. I mean, I'm hardly the biggest fan of the system in place already, and goodness knows the balance of power has been slanted in one direction for too long.

But...after seeing the first violation of due process displayed on this blog, I became uneasy. Then a visit to a forum pretty much put the lid on it.

And caused me to make the first of a few stupid errors.

I'm a decent (not was, still am - I think) pretty good with coding and encryption - hell, my thesis is on quantum steganography, so I decided to see how good the security was around one of the fora that was being used by a group of these women to talk about what was going on. I wanted to get a better idea of how they thought, how they planned to manage things, that's all.

Turns out the security is pretty good, but with the help of a tool I anonymise my presence and have a look.

What I see on there pretty much chills my blood and affirms that I'm right. That history is about to repeat itself, with just a different group of people in charge.

Perhaps I was reading too much into it in hindsight - I mean, ridiculous things are said on the Internet every day, right? But with what was being said, and at least reasonably confident on my anonymity, I couldn't help but at least give some kind of warning about the world they want to create.

Stupid.

And then, later on, as I'm out just to do a little bit of shopping, I get the feeling someone is following me. Had they tracked me down, even though I was anon? What did they want? Or was it just some innocent person out walking their dog?

Anyway, having just done something really daft, I then proceed to compound my mistake. Yes, I'm afraid, yes I'd like to think my voice matters, yes I feel the need to tell someone, anyone. So rather than giving Cerys a call, or even going straight to the authorities with IP data and allowing them to address this while they still can (if indeed they can at this point), I then really mess things up by going onto that blog - the very same blog that I know the first ones to have started this change - and tell them about my fears.

Stupid stupid stupid. (But hindsight acts with perfect 20/20, right?)

Even though I'm anon on that forum and just using a pretty generic username on the blog, the syntax and other little traces I leave allow someone to tie me back to the posts I made and link them together. From that, they get everything they need to know about me. I know they're active on campus, and I was supposed to be keeping my head down and not drawing them to me.

Funny what fear does to a person, yes? (Though you haven't heard the last of being scared making me stupid yet!)

The next day, I get a knock at the door. I don't tend to get to get many visitors, so I should really have known not to open it.

Anyway, the door is opened, she comes in, and from there on in I'm pretty much looking square down the barrel.

I can see that she's told the story of what happened in there pretty much verbatim, so there's not much for me to add to that particular sorry episode...other than the final compounding of my mistakes.

Trapped by fear, not sure of what to do, I balk at the idea of her taking me in and 'changing' me. You can see from her own post what her reaction to that was.

The last, greatest error. (The one I hinted at above.)

And so...here I am.

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I do find it all a little ironic, having given it some thought. 'Miss Alicia', the one who had told me she could give no assurances about 'rogues' (though I'm not even sure if that's the right term given what's coming) choosing to exert their particular brand of retribution...being the one to do it to me simply because I said a few words out of place, driven by a single simple fear - not to die, not to be forgotten.

The greater irony being, of course, that my own fear led me to a place where that is exactly what I face.

I wonder how that much-vaunted accountability that she speaks of will hold up when it is her that faces judgement? Guess we might find out - or not. I mean, how can the way she acts be 'rogue' when it has the backing of the soon-to-be authority?

By the way...I should, at this point, say that I hope that I am indeed wrong. That this coup that is going to happen, is happening already, has already happened, leads to an era where humans can fulfil their full potential. Where suffering and misery inflicted upon humans by other humans becomes a memory, and somehow we work through to a better future, driven by the new advances. As I said before, I'm no fan of the current system and, even where I am now, I'm no cynic. I want the best for the future.

But...where I am right now, and the reasons for me being there...that, right there, is why this much-vaunted future could be doomed to fail.

I was taken from my own life. Taken from my family, from my girlfriend (I miss you, Cerys). Taken and brought into a woman simply because - all mistakes that led her to me aside, all other factors rescinded - in the heat of panic I simply said something that she simply didn't like.

And with that, she was able to pass immediate judgement over me. By herself. Irrevocably, in a way from which I will never return or recover in a way that would allow me to be who I was before. (Unless I'm missing something regarding the reconstituion from shrinking, but I don't think I am.)

And now she knows everything about me, ways to strike at my entire life, everything I hold dear, if she wishes it. I also figure that I'll get no help from those around her - friends or family.

Her power over me is - pretty much - absolute. Remind me, what Acton said about absolute power?

Is that, in any way, just? Somehow a better system? One that we haven't seen before?

And if this is just one example of such a thing...how many more are out there? There were ones on the forum that I read. People that were taken, absorbed, drawn in still struggling without a second thought, without any hint of due process. How many more are out there like me?

And, I wonder, in this brave new world to come, whether they will just dismiss the fate of those people with the shameful umbrella of 'collateral damage'. As if anyones life - my bloody life - is reduced to the stroke of a pen (or a closing vagina) for the sake of some 'greater good'. Like that hasn't been used countless times in the past? It's not the need that gets me (if anything, I might understand that)...it's the sheer, naked, unabashed HYPOCRISY!

Sorry...I probably shouldn't get angry. People say it's one of the five stages...guess it's a part of how I'm dealing with things now. It's of little use to me anyway.

Enough ranting.

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So, right now, given the situation I'm in (no real need for detail, other parties have been more than exacting on that score) I'm kind of caught between two courses of action. Of course I want to live, and it stands to reason that the more I do what 'Miss Alicia' says, the more likely that's to happen. I'm reasonably sure she could utilise the talents of herself and those around her to bring me back...even if I lose a good chunk of my identity and memories doing so. With the advances they seem to be making, it's possible.

But then there's another side of me who thinks that now she has me in here, she's going to keep me here. Every thing I do for her is going to be an excuse for her to taunt and torment me more (not that her knowledge of me isn't going to lead to that anyway)...and in the end, I'll lose everything, including my life - no matter what I do.

So, with nothing left to lose, I should just say no. Refuse her orders and requests. Make her understand that taking a life exacts a price. I think she knew that - I have seen something in her face and in her personality - and that she made the impulse decision to bring me here is making her ask questions of herself. Murder (or being a predator, if you really want to call it that, Miss Alicia...though I think you know differently), especially without a true justifying cause...that touches people.

Make her pay for every inch of my life that she is going to take. Make her wall herself off from me because of her understanding of the life she is going to extinguish, and maybe, just maybe...make her, and those like her, reconsider taking on such a burden again.

But...if I go down that road, then I condemn myself. Eighty days, that's what she said. I have no doubt that is accurate.

That is the timeline the remainder of my life would be measured in. Eighty days to live, in the dark and silence and anger that she would no doubt direct at me. And then that would be that.

Do I really want to throw the (however slim) chance of seeing the outside world again away, just for the sake of making a point about myself and the world to come? In defence of a status quo I don't really believe in? And worse...would I be throwing my life away for nothing, if Im wrong? That my fears regarding what is to come are totally groundless, and that it is pretty much purely my own fear and paranoia that has led me here, condemned? That it really doesn't have to happen to anyone else? What if that...is the truth? I'd be dying, throwing my life, my relastionships, my work, away for the sake of a curdled past, one that means nothing.

I'm afraid to die. Anyone who is vaguely sane is. But...all that anger, that feeling of injustice...it needs an outlet.

So...I honestly don't know.

And I think that's where I'll leave it.

by **dreamweevil** » Wed Apr 05, 2017 6:01 pm

Daisy: I knew it. I knew something was wrong.

I didn't participate in the so-called "orgy" four days after Alicia came home. You know, the day the world more or less exploded. Ironically, one of the few things unaffected has been public schools, and apparently, stupid math homework is more important than the impending upheaval of our entire planet's human civilization.

Even then, I can't say I felt invited. Usually they'd wait for me. This time I felt more like something was going on that a little girl shouldn't get herself involved with.

Now I know why. I just read it, right here, just like you. I'm not going to pass judgment, though I'm sorely tempted by what I've read. Not when I can find out what happened from the person who did it. Directly. This time, before Alicia escapes into the relative safety of my other sister's uterus for the next month or so, I'm going to find out exactly what's going on whether anyone else likes it or not.

The rest of my family was all "connected" already. I just watched them for a moment; quiet. There's no reason to talk, move, squirm, but usually I'd see some kind of smile, a little... I don't know... anything.

Perhaps I've never watched two, or more people when they're connected like this. So absorbed by each other's thoughts.

So I joined this group late. I snuggled up behind Clarisse and got myself plugged in, and it still took a good fifteen, twenty seconds to get into it, to feel that I was connected.

My arrival was unexpected, like I'd stumbled into something that I wasn't supposed to.

I don't have to tell you what the shocking discovery was. You know already. There was so much noise going on about it! Belle and Alicia, who had had spent some time together, were pretty much on the same channel. Like I said, I'd expected Amy to be on the other side of it.

It felt like the scene that I explored had been rehashed a dozen times. Seen through Alicia's eyes through this fog of anger and remarkable female righteousness and this bit, just bit, of fear that she was out of control and she still felt that way. Nobody was paying attention to me as I explored each of my family's thoughts.

I didn't know Rob yet; and as I tried to probe around the topic all I could feel were my sisters joining in on Alicia's torment of him. Urging Alicia's body to absorb him, urging her to commit other sex acts with Rob trapped inside her body, sending him visions of what she was going to turn him into, in the end. And what was going on in the outside world. How other men were going to suffer the same fate and that there was nothing he could do about it and in seventy-two or so days there'd be nothing left of him.

They kept pointing out the same thing: there was this little, sexual response with each taunt. They were feeding off that stimulation. Even Amy. They invited me to try it. But I couldn't join in. I just couldn't. Belle noticed. She dug into my thoughts, quieted the others.

Clarisse hopped in and instantly dismissed my hesitation. I was the youngest, still in puberty, technically; unwise about these things, unable to enjoy this thing that was going to happen anyway. Stuff like that. That prompted pushback from Alicia, which involved Amy, and started a discussion about whether a girl like me could even have a useful opinion and then back into whether what Alicia did was right and what we should do about it and about about Rob's family and his girlfriend and...

Among the chaos, I slipped my thoughts completely past all of them, right into Alicia's body, and made connection with the one whose voice I hadn't heard. Rob's.

You can excuse him for thinking that any of us, having had access like this, would have been interested in his side of the story. At first, he thought I was there to join in the fun, give Alicia other ideas for ways to punish him.

"No," I said to him, directly, quietly. "I'm the one person who can help you."

"Why?" Rob asked. "Why is that?"

"Because I have the most direct experience," I said.

"Daisy," Belle interrupted-- "You don't have to--"

Amy defended me. "Let her do this. Let's see where this goes."

I waited, just waited, and let Rob enjoy mental silence that was infinitely preferable to the assault he'd just been under.

"Can you actually help me?"

"I don't know," I answered.

He didn't say this in words, but it was the first honest, caring thing he'd heard in a long time.

I let him see what I'd seen. Jessica. Loving her so much that I willingly disappeared between her legs. What I saw when she erased me from existence. The panic over never seeing anyone I knew with my own eyes again. Rob had no idea. He'd read the blog but didn't connect that this was me.

Quiet again. Let him think. Please. Only when enough time had passed:

"You have to love her," I said.

"What??" Screamed Belle and Clarisse. Amy stayed out of it. Alicia invited me to continue, and at the moment she was the only one whose opinion mattered.

"You have to give yourself completely to her. You have to forgive her for what she's done. You have to ask absolutely nothing of her. You have to sacrifice every bit of yourself and do everything you can to make her complete. You have to anticipate her needs and please her in every way you can. You have to will yourself to become one with her, to join us that way. You have to be her partner. Her happiness needs to be your only interest."

Alicia made her disdain clear.

"And even if you do all those things, she's going to end your life," I added, solemnly. "I know my sister, Rob. I helped bring her into this world, in my own way. She is going to kill you. I'm certain of it."

"No... No! How, how can this be happening? How can all of you agree on something so evil?"

"I never said I agreed with it, Rob. I'm just trying to help you work through it. You need to start with yourself."

"But--"

"My situation wasn't much different. She warned me. You were warned by what you'd read. She gave you chances to escape. Jessica did that to me. But I was curious, Rob, I needed to know what could happen and I didn't care. And I was in love, as much as I could be at the time."

"But I'm not. I never was!" Rob said. He wanted to say more, but was keenly aware that Alicia was following each and every thought.

"I know. Which is why you're not going to survive this."

"You can't expect me to do that, Daisy! Are you insane?! After what's she's done? How can I forgive her for what she's done to me? What on Earth would I have to gain? Nothing!"

"What about what you've done? You can't connect with her... really connect... until you can deal with that."

"When I did it?? Did what?? I did nothing!"

"You knew the world's most dangerous woman was just a few blocks away from you, Rob. You intentionally provoked her. You knew what would happen as a result. You wanted to see it, feel it for yourself. The adrenaline. To see if she could really do what you heard she could. Take control of you. You're inside her vagina, Rob. Her most personal space. And most of us out here are likely to conclude that's because you wanted to be there."

"But... I don't want to be here. How could you think that?"

Be honest with her, Rob. Be honest with yourself.

"...Not... anymore."

"There you go."

"I want my life back. I want to see Cerys again."

"I think you're going to, but you might not like how it happens."

Rob wasn't paying attention. "...And my parents, and my friends back home, and daylight, and swim in the ocean and... I want a cheeseburger, Daisy. I want to know what it tastes like, one more time. One more time. Is that too much to expect? To desire?"

"Rob..."

"I'd give up everything... just to...make this not real! To see her again! With my own eyes! To touch her skin, to kiss her...! To have her know I love her and that I'm sorry!"

Finally, Alicia stepped in. "I... I don't think that's possible, Rob."

And Rob burst into tears. Absolute, horrifying, completely broken, helpless crying that actually shook his body enough that I could feel it through Alicia's skin; unable to regain control or any hope whatsoever. He was still connected and those emotions flowed from him like a river and there was not a hint of anger, just profound sadness and regret.

"Daisy..." Clarisse 'whispered'. "What... what have you done?"

"This," I answered. "Exactly what needed to be done." And I withdrew from the conversation, removed my fingers from between Clarisse's legs and my arm from around Alicia's abdomen. I sat up. No motion from the others. I went to clean my fingers in my mouth and thought better of it; even the scent bothered me. I think Amy watched me go back upstairs.

I sat in my room and cried. And then I forced myself back to the goddammed English paper I was supposed to be working on. That lasted about ten minutes, before my door opened a bit more; I hadn't closed it, no reason to.

"How dare you," Alicia breathed from the doorway.

I spun in my swivel chair as though to ask: "May I help you?"

"He's my passenger. I know what I'm doing and I don't need you telling me differently. You like what's happening, Daisy? Out there? That soon you'll be free to be yourself and you can do whatever the hell you want with Brad and Stacy and whoever else the hell you want and I won't judge you Daisy. Because sisters don't do that."

I didn't have to say anything. Alicia's outburst meant she was indicting herself.

Her rant continued. She came into the room, stood between my bed and my chair, which I didn't move from. "And the day before my transformation, Daisy?? I was going to have fun with him, then, oh, you bet! Now? I've got this broken, worthless man inside me that Belle and I are going to have to listen to day and night for four weeks about how miserable a person I am and how awful I'm going to feel as a result??"

"And since when has that been a problem for you, Alicia? Poor, broken man being turned into girl-pee by Alicia's almighty kidneys and there's nothing in the world he can do to stop it???"

"It's sexual. D and S. I was teasing him. He likes it."

"I don't think he--"

"How the hell would you know? You're only thirteen, Daisy, dammit! You may have been a guy once a long, long time ago but that's another lifetime and you've barely been a woman at all and cannot possibly understand these things!"

I was about to calm the situation. I was about to tell Alicia that I understood her. That I was was still her sister. That I just wanted to give the guy a hint of hope, a roadmap where the entire route through Alicia's plans hadn't been marked out with giant red marker. And I started to say that. Really. But Alicia took my change of heart as backpedaling. Weakness. And we know how she deals with that.

"Spread your legs, Daisy. You want him so bad, you can have him. I'll give him to you right now."

"I might, if I could keep him alive," I said. "But as you just clearly pointed out, I'm only thirteen. I'm too young. My system's not quite developed enough to support another human--"

"It might work. Try and force yourself."

"Alicia, I--"

"Fine! Don't want him that way??? How about this way??"

And my big sister turned, lifted her nightgown, presented her naked rear end to me, leaned way forward, and pissed all over me.

"See what my 'almighty kidneys' have to say about that, Daisy?"

She leaned over further to aim higher. She sprayed it right in my face, my hair. It ran down my body, soaked my chair, splattered my desk, my computer, poured from the seat of my chair to the carpet beneath my feet. I didn't move. I just let her do it, until I was completely soaking, dripping wet as she laughed at me.

She stood up and straightened herself out. "There! Now you smell just like him! He's all over you! Isn't that what you wanted?!"

A month from now, with all of Alicia's pending upgrades, this would have been so-called "Paralyzing Pee". This was just... degrading, and demeaning, and... sad. I just kept my place, didn't react, let my sister's urine drip from my hair like I didn't notice it at all.

Clarisse was at the door. And then Belle. And finally Amy nudged them both out of the way. Alicia strode past all of them to her door and slammed it shut.

"What the hell did Alicia do?" Amy asked, trying to take in the scene.

"I think that's what Daisy wanted us to wake up to, Mom. Just to ask that question."

Clarisse was exactly correct.

And that was the last time I saw Alicia, at least in that body. Because the next day my sister Belle took her away, without really saying goodbye, and they went to a friend's house. The day after, Belle was "pregnant" and Alicia was gone. Apparently, the trend now is to not shrink a passenger quite so much when transforming them: it's like that little baby bump is suddenly a fashion. I guess it lets most people out there know that you're "occupied" at the moment.

By the time Belle returned. I had no carpeting on that side of the room, and my chair had been replaced with one of the wooden chairs from the basement and everything else had been cleaned up to the best of our ability. Mom ordered new carpet and a nice gaming chair I wanted anyway and swore to me that Miss Regional Director of Protective Services would pay for it. But I think I'll smell Alicia's revenge forever. And, really, when I think about it, I deserve to. I didn't know what I was doing. I was dramatic, but I had no right to do what I did. Not really.

I wanted to cry again. Maybe that's the privilege of being a thirteen-year, almost fourteen-year old girl. So I did.

I knew my sister was hurting. And I didn't really know Rob. I went back over the blog again, but it was little help. I'd read it before. Did he, in the end, want this? Really? I mean, I guess there are guys who might. Maybe they don't all know that there's an alternative. But... he didn't strike me that way. I think he was genuinely concerned; just a touch of curiosity: but should that hint of curiosity cost you your life? And, really, isn't his concern completely genuine? The men that Belle thought were "lucky" were each just one encounter away from being turned quite literally into a woman's sexual plaything, used up, flushed away?

The only solace in all this is that, and perhaps sadly, it's temporary. I watch the news. The "baby bumps" are suddenly everywhere. There are young, vibrant women outside in numbers I've never seen before. The Factory, in my mother's brilliant bit of foresight, is churning out the high-end, super-sexy women's clothing that they first used as a cover, and they're cleaning up. The company will break two billion in sales this year. Forget new carpeting and a new chair: I'd bet we could just buy a new house, if we really wanted to. (I don't want to.)

The fifty-percent point, at which our political voice dwarfs any other, is just months away at most. And at that point it will be all over. A new, global constitution. No more borders. Who needs them? We're all on the same team now: all speak the same language, all have the same drive and purpose and we're going to fix this place once and for all? And they'll have people like Alicia to protect them.

Alicia. It's been two days and I miss her. She didn't say good bye, and I get the weird feeling that when I see her again she's going to be very, very different. I don't know how she'll feel about me, and that worries me. I think, if she were standing in front of me right now and offered to forgive me if I let her pee on me again, I'd welcome it.

My god. I'm falling under my sister's spell and she's not even here.

Belle came to my side. "Don't worry, Daisy. I've got at least three weeks to fix this, and I promise you that I will. I don't know why she snapped, Daisy. I still don't. I think you just hit a little close to home and she was a lot more fragile than even I thought."

"What happens when someone with her power snaps like that?"

"I think you know the answer to that, Daisy."

"How... how's Rob?"

"I don't know if you want that news."

"How's that?"

"Well, despite my better judgement, perhaps, Alicia's getting the body I'd promised her. All these options. You thought she was powerful before? Just wait 'til you see her when it's done. And that means Rob is about to get the experience of a lifetime."

"Is she being nice to him, at least?"

"Not really. Being inside the body of a woman as she gets a brand-new body has it's... well, let's just say... opportunities. But that's not the real problem for him right now. She bought her friend Casey a plane ticket. To the UK. A two-week stay. And then she's coming... here."

"UK? Wait... you're not talking about Cerys? Rob's normal, human, girlfriend?"

"Yeah. She's either coming back inside Casey's body, or is going to get erased just like Rob. The smart money is that she chooses transformation. So... Rob is going to see her again, sort of. But he's disconnected right now, while Alicia's neural induction system regenerates. So he doesn't even know."

"Whoa."

"Yeah. How about... as soon as he's back online, the four of us get together? Alicia can't stop me, after all, and perhaps we can work some things out."

"I'd like that, Belle."

"I thought you would."

by **dreamweevil** » Tue Apr 18, 2017 6:16 pm

Daisy: We call this "stereopsis": when you see the same events from more than one point of view. If you relax your brain fills in the gaps and it's like you can see what was happening from even more perspectives than there actually were.

I see it. Belle, relaxed, comfortable, her cervix dilating comfortably. Alicia, as intense as always, her tongue against Belle's clitoris, alternately holding still to maintain that mental connection and then actively pleasuring Belle.

Then: at Alicia's other end: Rob. Screaming at Alicia to stop, because they all know that this has never been done before. While holding Rob in her own birth canal, Alicia is stimulating Belle to start the unbirthing process. Alicia is, delightfully, ignoring Rob's cries and continuing what she's doing, while Belle simply lies back and enjoys the attention.

Alicia can feel the size boundary get pulled down over herself like a blanket. Her body starts to contract and she loves it. Rob continues yelling, mentally. Having been through this once already to get to the size he's already at, he feels it again; the walls of Alicia's sex crushing him as she shrinks. Alicia is laughing at his misery as she loves to do, watching Belle's thighs grow larger on either side of her, Belle starting to open up to welcome them both inside her. Alicia keeps pleasuring Belle until her entire head can fit inside, and then she more or less wriggles herself in headfirst, small enough to turn around.

She makes a point of giving Rob one last view of the outside world through Belle's birth canal. Rob is crying, his tiny body buried way up at the far end of Belle's uterus at Alicia's rear end; his vision of "outside" coming through a combination of Alicia's eyes and imagination.

Alicia settles into place; umbilical cord connected, comfortable. Rob hears her give Belle the okay to close herself up. Rob screams again, and Belle seems to enjoy his distress almost as much as Alicia does. Belle closes her cervix teasingly, slowly, keeping her legs wide open so Rob can watch from the inside. Sealed inside Alicia, and now inside Belle; two women using their bodies to separate him so far away from the real world that he'll never find his way back. Darkness approaches as the passage to the outside grows smaller, and smaller, and finally the last bit of light is gone.

The ordeal is far from over. Warm and snuggly, Alicia feels the protective amniotic sac forming around her body. It further seals any opening, as outside Belle's birth canal also closes. As Belle sleeps, Alicia's body begins to soften. Belle's and Alicia's thoughts merge as never before. At last Alicia signals Belle, who releases the egg she's crafted ahead of time. It's a sharp sting in Alicia's left buttock, like a vaccine given to a child; once inside her body the egg absorbs energy from her, swells, and explodes, spreading new DNA everywhere. At exactly the right moment, Alicia unlocks her own genetic coding, to accept her new programming. Her body involuntarily releases a signalling hormone back to Belle. Belle is now pregnant; and now we wait for molecular physics and chemistry to do their thing, adapting Alicia's body to the new plan.

Rob is caught in the middle of it all. He's getting no benefit from this: Belle's new DNA is not adapted for him, not targeting him, and Alicia's body, which has been keeping him alive all this time, is coming apart.

For the first time he feels that he is free of Alicia, even though he's painfully aware that he's still trapped within Belle's body.

But still, it's freedom. He doesn't have the hatred or fear for Belle that he does for Alicia, even though Belle has been a willing co-conspirator. He searches through tendrils of tissues and muscle fibers and tiny blood vessels, searching for the way out.

Nerve bundles form near him. He doesn't understand.

Rob believes he's up against the thin membrane of the amniotic sac, somewhere near Belle's cervix and a possible escape. A new matrix of skin and muscle cells forms where he just was. He turns. Behind him, more of the same; other walls, forming. Long, powerful muscle fibers. Stretchy connective tissue. Protective skin. Blood vessels, plentiful nerve endings, glands of various sorts. Alicia laughs; he's barely moved a few centimeters, and is nowhere near where he thought he was. For a moment she teases him: she could just absorb him into herself right now, let her new DNA have at him, reform his body into just a tiny portion of her own. But that would end his life, and she enjoys his company too much. She feeds him the image of her body plan as it executes: "shows" him his surroundings. Her two powerful, brand-new ovaries are developing nearby. A uterus two full versions more advanced than before. Her new cervix is even stronger, more flexible, better voluntary control over it. Neural pads that can make much better contact with a female partner, or maintain contact with a tiny little man no matter which way he turns inside her. Vaginal muscles stronger than a weightlifter's biceps. Tubing. New sexual equipment just nearby that she doesn't explain.

But there might still be a chance-- or so Rob thinks. Alicia times it perfectly; her new labia, her new outer vaginal muscles, all form just in time to block any escape. She allows herself to "fill in" around him, trapping him within her upgraded vagina, and as soon as the motor connections are made she gives him a good squeeze.

"Welcome back," she tells him. Rob cries, again. Alicia lets him despair as Belle gestates and Alicia's new body solidifies.

Some improvements seem benign, even expected. Her skeleton is stronger; her muscles more powerful and efficient, requiring less exercise and using little energy at rest. Her voice, her pheromones, the touch of her skin; all tuned just slightly from before to make her an irresistable seductress. But other discoveries horrify him. A gland near her bladder synthesizes chemicals at her command: it's the source of the so-called "paralyzing pee"; but it's more than that. It can dispense various chemicals at her command. Other glands much closer to Rob can change the makeup of her vaginal secretions; slippery, sticky, addictive, anything inbetween.

Alicia's new body bristles with biological weapons. Her large mammary glands can do a lot more than produce milk; they're more versatile than the similar glands between her legs; with a much larger storage capacity and powerful, hidden muscles that she can use to spray a stream of various liquids at a good distance, or disperse them into the air as a fine, inhalable mist.

Alicia sees these as required equipment of her new official position. She doesn't expect to need them: not when she will have an army of women at her disposal, women who were forming right now in the wombs of women like Melissa Umi and Jennifer Yang.

They're not here to protect you from us; they're here to protect us from you.

Alicia's got one more capability that even stops Belle's thoughts in their tracks. One of the fluids she can secrete can reflect the spacetime field, refracting space itself. For an instant I see that as a very clever way to amplify the shrinking effect: apply this to someone's skin and it itself forms the size boundary, so you wouldn't have to hold concentration to shrink someone...

Almost, Alicia thought, as I made that discovery. You're smart, Daisy, I knew you'd find this...

But that's not in your plan, Belle objected. Everything else... we agreed on ahead of time!

But isn't that the point of 5.1, or 5.2, or whatever? I can change my own body? So why wait until I'm born?

Rob, Belle, and I all arrive at the conclusion at the same time. Alicia can shrink, and unbirth someone without their consent; without even having to seduce them first. Tiny little disturbances in spacetime, which are always present, are reflected inwards, causing the shrinking effect to reinforce itself much like a laser amplifies light. She's invented, literally, a shrinking potion, and given herself the ability to manufacture it at either end of her body, and to use it as a weapon.

And it'll work on anyone. Human 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, 4.0, even 5.0. She's immune to it, of course, feature of 5.2, I think.

Alicia immediately impresses on us that she needs this, given her new responsibilities, her likelihood of being placed in harm's way, to deal with the criminals she expects to encounter.

That's not all. Her neural induction system is protected. She can partition her mind; probe someone else's thoughts without necessarily revealing anything about herself that she doesn't want people to know. She claims that's necessary too; if she's "interrogating" a suspect, for example, she wouldn't want to leak private information she gleaned from others. She's not using that capability right now; perhaps it's not mature yet.

I yanked myself from the connection so suddenly that I hurt Belle by the quick exit. "Ow! Hey!"

I looked into Belle's eyes. "Sorry."

"It'll be fine," Belle said. "She does need these things. And she's not going to misuse them. She's not a monster, Daisy. She's your sister."

Poor Rob was probably going crazy with the news. I asked Belle for permission to reconnect. "Just be more gentle this time, okay?"

"Okay."

I try to cheer Rob up. Alicia has seen to it to make him a bit more comfortable in her new body, but nothing can stop what's happening. Nothing can stop my sister Belle from spreading her legs, and releasing into the world what is now, truly, the most dangerous woman ever to stand upon its surface.

When the time came, Belle did exactly that. Alicia set her wet, naked feet upon the floor and shook herself as she grew to her proper size, all while holding Rob tightly inside her reproductive system.

She had two surprises waiting for him. First: that when Belle released the shrinking effect on Alicia's body, that there was none remaining at all on Rob. He had powered part of her transformation with his own body; and was now "actual size", so to speak, his remaining time reduced as as result. Second: her former college roommate, and arguably her lover, Casey, was present for the birth as well. And Casey was "pregnant".

Alicia, still wet with birthing fluids, placed her hand on Casey's slightly-swollen belly. The full gravity of what was going on hit Rob like a locomotive as Alicia shared it with him: the person inside Casey's belly, more than halfway through her own transformation, was Rob's girlfriend Cerys.

Casey joined Alicia in the shower, and the two women joined thoughts through their tongues. So Rob got to see what happened, from Casey's point of view. His girlfriend, distraught over Rob's disappearance, not believing that she'd ever see him again. An attractive stranger from the US to console her. One with news. News about Rob. News she could share in great detail if only... if only...

And so Cerys fell for it. Casey wasn't vindictive, didn't torture Cerys with what was happening, wasn't even intending to torture Rob with the memory of it. Cerys had time to settle her affairs and recover the security deposit on her apartment and donate most of her clothes to a shelter. And they kissed, and Cerys shrank and disappeared and came back to the USA completely hidden within Casey's body.

Rob, then, had the first opportunity since all this began to talk, indirectly, with his girlfriend and the love of his life. He saw the events, then, from Cerys' point of view: the feeling of betrayal when Rob didn't call or say goodbye or anything; then the cute, sympathetic girl from the US with the body that could take all that pain away and give her a new life. How late on a Thursday night, she and this American girl undressed each other and Cerys willingly disappeared into the welcoming darkness of Casey's body to leave her old life behind forever.

Rob tried. He really did. He explained his regret and apologized for his stupidity and pleaded that Cerys could help, once she'd been transformed, once she was one of "them", to persuade Alicia to arrange a new body for him; he'd become one of "them" if that's what it took to be with Cerys again, even for one more day; that he loved Cerys with all his heart and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

Just as the raw emotion of "love" started to cross over, Casey and Alicia broke the connection. Rob pleaded with Alicia to restore it, but Alicia had other plans.

A phone call later, and the Regional Director of Protective Services and her lover were in the apartment of Oliver and Eddie for one more night of sexy time.

Both guys were a bit reserved. Alicia looked different than before, Casey was new, and perhaps more exposure to the news made it pretty clear that partying with these girls was akin to playing with fire. Alicia knew this, and knew how to disarm the situation simply by being open about it, by answering the guys' awkward questions.

Starting with how a woman could possibly go down on her own sister with the intent of starting that unbirth process they'd heard about. Alicia explained the biological improvements, which by now the guys had heard about, and the neural induction and how that worked, and how wonderful and safe it felt to actually be inside another human being and to be taken care of that way. Like Casey's passenger was being taken care of at that very moment.

"You mean," Oliver asked Casey, "You've got someone inside you right now?"

"Sure do," Casey answered. "A really nice girl from the UK named Cerys. She's about a quarter of the way through her transformation. And Alicia here's got her boyfriend."

"This... 'Cerys'... is watching us?"

"Sort of," Casey answered. "Do you want her to?"

Oliver didn't answer that. Instead, Eddie asked Alicia: "And you've got... a guy?"

Alicia made no mention that Rob had been there as long as he had, or exactly where Rob was currently, or that Rob's future plans were a bit cloudy, compared to his girlfriend's. "At the moment," she finally offered.

"So... if we... they'll feel it?"

"Oh," Alicia said, "Believe me, they want to feel it. They've read our thoughts about last time, how great you two guys are; they're looking forward to it. I think Rob likes to explore what it feels like for a girl to have sex, and Cerys likes... variety."

Casey shot Alicia a knowing glance. Alicia could sense that Eddie was close to bailing. "But... you two... you're together?"

"Does that bother you? This is the amazing thing that's happening, Eddie. It's a new sexual revolution. I can't catch diseases, can't get pregnant unless I want to, and when I'm having sex I can share my thoughts too. It's wicked intense."

Just like that, Eddie was back on board.

"And now you've got your equipment upgrades at last," Casey offered.

"You know... I think... I've made up my mind," Oliver said. "I'll do it. I'll join you. Maybe not today..."

"Neither of us can," Casey said. "Not right now. We're both 'occupied'."

"No, no--" Oliver said. "Someday."

"Perhaps... you'd like just a taste of it? If you can tolerate being a little sick for a couple of days, I'll make it so you can share your thoughts just by sticking your tongue in a woman's mouth. Or her... whereever. Only if you want."

Eddie watched as Oliver thought about it. While he was mulling that over, he asked Alicia: "So... what upgrades?"

Casey answered for her. "She's got her own ovipositor now!"

"Hmmm?"

"Means she can make me pregnant, if she wants to."

Alicia scowled. "That's got to be a guy's worst fear, Casey. That they're no longer needed. That we can have babies without them." She turned to the two guys. "I'm not into 'having babies' anytime soon. Not when I've got..."

Alicia put her hand on Eddie's leg. "...I mean, that's why we called you..."

Casey smiled. "We thought it would be fun to have a foursome. You'll see."

Rob was going crazy. Alicia's hand on Eddie's thigh was already stimulating him, as were the combined pheromones of the two women. Alicia relayed what was already happening inside Eddie's body. Already, blood was being diverted. Alerted that an opportunity for mating was approaching, his testes were coming alive. A million sperm were being harvested, lined up like soldiers preparing for battle. Sponge-like glands were filling with their thick, nutrient solution. Alicia watched as the bulge formed in Eddie's pants.

They started off slow, and pretty conventional. Alicia worked to remain the the "real world" while instead focusing mostly on Rob's experience from deep within her body, making him watch again as she invited Eddie into her body, showing Rob how well she controlled her human partner and could make him orgasm on command. Then she teased both Rob and Eddie by delaying that orgasm as long as she thought she could; finally driving her body together with Eddie as hard as she could, Rob trapped at the intersection of male and female as Alicia summoned Eddie's huge load from him, flooding Rob and herself and completely draining Eddie.

Casey and Alicia had conspired to allow Alicia to take all the seed from both men. This didn't take much prodding other than Casey whispering into Oliver's ear: "I want to watch you fuck my girlfriend, Oliver. And I've got a surprise for you."

Eddie, drained and exhausted, watched from a short distance away.

Alicia nodded at Casey. "Boy sandwich?"

"Boy sandwich," Casey confirmed.

Alicia, lying on her back, spread her legs. Oliver mounted her. And then Casey mounted Oliver, lying on top of him. Alicia and Casey held hands, surreptitiously joining thoughts with each other. Casey summoned her ovipositor and gently probed Oliver's rear entrance as the two women coordinated their movements perfectly. Oliver seemed to vanish: Alicia's thoughts were of how much she loved Casey, how much it felt like they were making love to each other without this guy between them.

Casey looked to the side, to check on Eddie. The sight of Oliver, sandwiched between two women this way, was giving him Eddie a new hard-on. Perfect.

Again, Alicia controlled things so Oliver didn't explode right away. Inside, Rob had resigned himself to what had happened, what was about to happen. Was he losing interest? Was Alicia?

Oliver suddenly felt what Casey was doing to him. He startled just a bit. Casey, her hair hanging down over Oliver's head, leaned to one ear and whispered: "Relax."

Casey pushed herself just enough inside that Oliver could really feel it.

"She's just playing with you," Alicia said. "But if it turns you on, imagine that she's about to lay her eggs inside you. How'd you like to be pregnant?"

Together with the thoughts this spurred, the sensations were too much for Oliver and both women knew it. With seconds to spare before Oliver's involuntary explosion, they prepared themselves, brought themselves completely into sync with each other. This was going to be big.

The two women squeezed themselves together like they were trying to merge their bodies despite Oliver being between them. Alicia relaxed her outer muscles just enough to allow Oliver's semen to flow freely.

Rob knew every little bit of what Alicia was doing. He could feel that tiny bit of muscular relaxation so that the tight grip she had on Oliver wasn't so tight as to prevent him from ejaculating. He could see her look into her eyes, imploring him to drive himself as deeply into her as he could-- just one more time.

The inside of Alicia's vagina was searingly hot. Casey lifted her hips high into the air, and Oliver obediently followed, his rock-hard penis completely leaving Alicia's body before what they all knew would be a final thrust. Overheated and beaten, his body crumpled and compacted near Alicia's cervix, Rob took one, longing look at the tunnel as light entered it. Dim as it was, it was blindingly bright to eyes that hadn't seen daylight in a year. The inside of the tunnel was bright red and purple and thick with covered with white, creamy goop, the combined secretions of male and female. Out there, in daylight, was Oliver's massive cock, an organ completely under Alicia's control.

Rob felt Alicia send messages to Casey, who started to drive Oliver downward. The tunnel became dark again as Oliver re-entered it. He pushed all the way inside until Rob was again sandwiched, looking at the slit in Oliver's member, aimed right at him.

Alicia and Casey pulled themselves together like there wasn't a "boy" in the sandwich at all, holding Oliver completely immobile.

This was one of Alicia's favorite moments; that resignation from Rob that she'd brought him as low as he could go; that everything, everything in Rob's universe was completely up to her. She even handed the reins to Rob for the moment, letting him decide exactly when to pull the trigger. With no point in delaying the inevitable, Rob consented, and Alicia's body triggered Oliver's orgasm.

Oliver took aim and squirted: hot, heavy, sticky. It hit Rob hard and pushed him back and he could taste it. And again, and again, and again, absolutely filling the space the Rob was in with the million or so sperm cells that would compete with Eddie's to find an egg that just wasn't there.

Somehow, this time it didn't bother Rob as much. He'd given up; he had nothing left. Or, at least, so he thought for a moment. Because something near him didn't feel quite right.

Oliver's orgasm was over. Casey and Alicia's were just beginning. Rob felt something at his back, and with a start realized that Alicia's cervix was open, and pressing down into him from behind. Alicia and Casey screamed together and there was tremendous, dangerous suction as earthquakes roiled Alicia's vagina; during these gyrations Rob felt himself lifted from the floor of the vagina, stuck to Alicia's opening by pure suction, and pressed down again into the pool of male semen and the soft vaginal wall beneath it again, and then again as the suction increased.

Rob's body was folded in half, painfully, until it succumbed to the suction and popped through the soft opening into Alicia's womb, along with a flood of white, gelatinous goop.

Rob immediately regained his bearings and feverishly swam for the exit. Ahead, he could sense that the cervix was already narrowing and that time was short. By the time he got there, the opening was gone.

Alicia had teased Rob about this fate so many times already that he knew what it meant. Without an egg to begin a new life, Alicia's body would keep Rob alive only temporarily, as she absorbed whatever last little bits she might want of him. But the clock had started; a little less than two weeks until Alicia's menstrual period, to disintegration and death.

With only one possible escape. If he accepted Alicia's only other offer.

It was nearly noon the next day when Oliver and Eddie awoke to find that the "girls" had already showered, dressed, and made them breakfast. One last bit of business awaited them, and after maybe a half hour of discussion both men agreed to take the next step. Casey kissed Oliver and Alicia did the same with Eddie, "infecting" them. After a few weeks they'd be able to share their thoughts with a woman, and could use that knowledge to decide where to go from there.

Rob began a week-long pilgrimage through Alicia's uterus, from her cervix upwards. Contact with the uterine lining was keeping Rob alive, but also draining him. The neural induction was sparse here, leaving Rob to fend for himself. Hour after hour, he clawed himself away from Alicia's cervix and towards her fallopian tubes. When he reached one, on Alicia's right, the neural connection grew a little stronger, and Rob, shocked to find himself as tiny as he now was, was swept up in a current generated by millions of tiny cilia on the tube's walls.

For the first time, Alicia seemed to be proud of him.

You did it, Rob. I didn't think you'd make it through it all, but you have. You've earned my respect.

But... weren't you going to kill me? Far below him, that process was starting already: the uterine lining starting to disintegrate, vague cramps materializing a day or so before Alicia's cycle began.

You don't have to worry about that now. You made it.

The area where Rob was being taken connected, through a simple valve, to Alicia's ovipositor. She gave Rob a vision of what was happening in the outside world. Casey was was less than a week away from giving birth: a few more days and a new Cerys would be entering the world. For an instant Rob saw that Alicia's evil master plan was suddenly not so evil. Alicia would be injecting him into his own lover's body, into Cerys.

Ah. So that's what you intend. Well...I guess I should thank you. Small mercies, huh?

I'm not so sure about that, Rob.

Alicia waited for a moment.

The thing about this, Alicia continued, is that I can see things from your point of view, Rob. Right from the beginning. You knew what just might happen when you wrote that blog entry. You were curious. Even a little... excited to tempt fate like you did. It was just the wrong time, I guess. I was more than happy to just indulge you.

I'll admit that I've enjoyed it since then. Feeling you squirm inside me. Knowing that I was the only thing keeping you alive. Just having you there, twenty-four hours a day. I guess I should be thanking you, instead. I wish things could have been... different.

Well, I didn't really think that, though I can understand why you thought I might. Also...I... I don't like what I'm hearing. Without words, Rob communicated how he thought it sounded like a goodbye.

I thought you'd... changed. I Thought you were going to spare me.

I'm not going to spare you, Rob. Nor am I going to end your life. That decision will be up to someone else.

And then Rob bumped into my sister's right ovary. She hadn't routed him towards her ovipositor at all. Tiny fringelike fingers at the end of Alicia's right fallopian tube pressed Rob's tiny self against the ovary's outer wall; the ovary became sticky in exactly that spot.

Wait! Alicia! What are you doing? I'm... stuck!

Rob worked at prying himself free. The adhesion wasn't too strong.

Where am I? What's going on?

I can't squirt you into Cerys as you are, Alicia explained. You're too fragile. The trip would kill you.

The spot where Rob was stuck formed a shallow depression now.

Wait a minute... this is your... ovary???

Yes, Rob.

I should have known! You vicious-- Rob freed himself only to find that the slight indent had become a deep canyon with walls higher than he was tall, and a membrane was beginning to form across the opening, at the ovary's surface.

So it is a 'goodbye' of sorts, I suppose. Alicia was pulling him into the core of herself, flooding Rob with her estrogen, preparing him to become just one more of her eggs. I'm going to try to keep your consciousness intact, Rob. I'm going to put you to sleep. When you awaken, whenever that is, it'll be as one of my children. Maybe. We'll see.

When will that be???

Rob tried to swim, once again, up and out of the canyon, but as with the cervix, was helpless to watch as the membrane continued to form, like a camera's iris, as the ovary sealed him inside a single, tiny follicle.

I don't know. Goodnight, Rob. Good luck. Alicia's ovary drew him down, deep into itself. A new, gelatinous material began to ooze from the follicle's walls as what remained of Rob's body was torn apart; and then Alicia began loading her own DNA into the tiny egg cell.

He could still, barely, make out what was happening outside. Cerys' birth like a single frame from a high-speed camera. Time was passing far too quickly, speeding up even more as Alicia sent him into dormancy.

by **dreamweevil** » Mon Apr 24, 2017 7:25 pm

Daisy: Having finally caught up on the events of four months ago, I removed my tongue from my sister's mouth. Rob was still "alive", he just wasn't Rob anymore. He was just a speck, not even a complete egg, in Alicia's right ovary. Another one of Alicia's powers, apparently.

Cerys distracted me, her hand gently between my legs, reading my thoughts as I read Alicia's.

I like Cerys. She's got a slight British accent that's very cute. I saw a picture of her... before Casey got a hold of her, and she looked very much the same then as she does now.

The three women share Alicia's old bedroom, and at the moment they're sharing it with me. Casey is by the dresser, getting dressed, and I'm between my sister and Cerys.

I wanted to bring myself to be sorry for Rob and ask what was to be next for him, but I couldn't quite do it.

"You're right, Alicia," Cerys said, again with that hint of an adorable accent. "Daisy's not just your sister. She's your bitch."

The language shocked me. "What??"

Alicia laughed. "Daisy, you're the best. A wonderful moral compass if a bit of a pest, but you'd do anything for me."

"No, I don't think anything--"

"Ahem," Alicia interrupted. "And I quote:"

Daisy wrote:I think, if she were standing in front of me right now and offered to forgive me if I let her pee on me again, I'd welcome it.

My god. I'm falling under my sister's spell and she's not even here.

"Lord, Daisy, even I've read your blog," Cerys said.

"Oooh, if Alicia's going to pee on Daisy, can I join in?" Casey asked.

"No," Alicia said. "Nobody's peeing on anyone. It was an accident. I was furious. Daisy was right and I learned my lesson. Besides, I've got a better idea, and one that doesn't involve me springing for a ridiculous thirteen-hundred dollar chair."

Alicia scooted up on the bed. "Here, Daisy. I owe you this much. Have a drink. It's a lot less messy."

"Wha... what?"

"You're going to drink... whatever comes out of me." She held her right breast toward me, flipped an erect nipple.

Suddenly, both Cerys and Casey were hovering over me, watching to see if I'd do it. "Are you going to--?", Casey asked.

"Yup," Alicia said. "She's been my little sister long enough. Time to grow up and join the rest of us, don't you think?"

I felt Cerys' own bosom behind me: same powers as Alicia's, same ability to do what ever Alicia was planning.

"You know you want it," Alicia said. 'Come on, sis. This isn't easy for me, either."

Casey and Cerys cheered me on, as I brought my mouth closer to Alicia's extended nipple. I knew Alicia wouldn't hurt me, wouldn't do what she did to Rob or Shay... but I really didn't need this, not now, not with--

"Oh, Daisy, come on," Cerys said, that cute accent again. "Just dew it already."

I felt Cerys's hand behind my head. "No," Alicia said. "Let her do it on her own."

I looked up, and my eyes met Alicia's. Sweet, beautiful, strong, powerful Alicia. I bent my head almost in reverence, and placed my lips around Alicia's weaponized right breast.

Alicia wrapped her arms around my head. Her nipple swelled inside my mouth. I tasted something weird, spacey, unlike anything I was expecting. And then Alicia pumped me full of her shrinking potion. I felt it, warm, spreading through my body as my bloodstream unwittingly carried the active agent throughout me.

"Wow, that does work," Casey commented.

"I wasn't sure it would," Alicia answered.

I was dizzy. Time seemed to speed up for me like it had for Rob. Suddenly Casey and Cerys were looming over me, positioning me between my sister's legs. Alicia took a good, long look at me, as if to say "I'll take good care of you," and opened up. Casey and Cerys pushed my legs between my sister's. Alicia's belly ballooned outwards as she consumed my body: she'd gotten barely to my waist when she took a giant breath and sucked me into herself all at once, then slammed herself shut like a bank vault. She contracted and flattened her belly and practically leapt out of bed not a minute later.

"Whew. I've got to get to work," I remember hearing her say. "Mind if I shower first?"

I hadn't oriented myself; the only thing I got is that Cerys and Casey were impressed. Just two generations ago, unbirthing took days of preparation, and many hours to complete, leaving the host sore and swollen for days. To me, it seemed like it was now practically an afterthought: Alicia able to complete the entire thing before breakfast.

I could feel her left ovary preparing my new genetics. Powerful, like hers. All of the weapons she had. And a vision of what I'd look like at age nineteen. And a new hunger, and a plan: when I emerged, I'd be taking care of Brad whether he or his parents were ready for it or not. I was helpless as Alicia ovulated; a long wait before I felt the sting just under my ribcage, the egg absorbing nutrients from me to swell and grow and replicate its DNA a billion times over before bursting inside me and releasing it and...

Okay, Alicia. You win.

But then again...

. . .

Cerys: This is not the way one would normally expect to meet your future roommate and perhaps life-partner: lying on your back, looking up at her with eyes that don't quite work yet, with the rest of my body still quite balled up inside another woman's, her vulva with a pretty good grip on my neck.

It was quite difficult to breathe, and my lungs were filled with fluid and not air. I'd been prepared for that, aware that Casey was still doing my breathing for me, still doing everything for me, and all I needed to do was relax and wait to be born. One's first impulse in this situation is to help: I'm a woman myself, of course, and though I've never been pregnant I've watched babies being born and know how difficult it's supposed to be, but I have to resist the impulse to "stand up" or otherwise push against any of Casey's inside lest I harm her in some way.

Casey took her dear sweet time. Catching her own breath with just my head sticking out of her bum, with her roommate Alicia watching over her both.

"Okay, almost ready," I heard Casey say. I could feel her massive equipment charging up for the big contraction. She released the death grip around my neck, and promptly dribbled some birthing fluid into my mouth: nothing to be done about that, I suppose. Then a wonderful, positively delightful squeeze, wet and warm and delicious and finally she opened her twat enough for my shoulders to escape and then: pop! I was out of her body, just like that.

Alicia helped me to sit up. I looked down at the cord attached to my belly button, which came free on its own after about two more minutes. I felt my weight returning, my rear end pressing down into the sheets between Casey's legs, and Alicia helped me to my feet. Within a few minutes i was back to my normal size. Maybe even a bit better; I'd estimate I lost about four kilograms somewhere along the way.

I tried to stand up on my own but needed help. Alicia came with me to the shower, undressed herself as I waited, and then joined me. Very forward, if I do say so myself, but equally welcome.

I felt entirely alien. I'm aware with each step, each breath that this body is absolutely spanking new, and though I've been going over it with Casey while in utero I feel like it needs some kind of owner's manual.

Alicia is the one who holds my boyfriend, Rob. There is absolutely no sign of this visible from the outside, even when Alicia is naked. Alicia comes into the shower spray with me and I kiss her.

Wow. Just the touch of my tongue and I can feel what Alicia is thinking. She's nervous. She can partition her thoughts, like me, but it's clear she's not doing so. For a moment I expect to be able to talk to my boyfriend, but, as Casey already informed me, he'd been reduced to an egg-- an egg! for the purpose of keeping him alive at all.

I'm supposed to love Alicia like I do Casey. I'm not yet sure that I do, that I can. She stops me from overheating in the shower, helps me out of it, gives me a towel, sends me back into the bedroom where Casey looks and smells like she just gave birth because she has. She, I can love. I kiss her and feel Alicia's jealousy, but I have to do this: I have to thank her for what she's just given me: life itself. A new life befitting our new world.

Okay. Back to Alicia. She's genuinely... hurt? Wants a more intimate welcome? More conversation? She's in luck, then, because I want to know everything in her head, the exact and entirely unfiltered account of what she did to my boyfriend, and why. Her youngest sister, "Daisy", was not there to greet me on my arrival and I have the impression that her entrapment in Alicia's body wasn't any more of a voluntary deal than Rob's was. Her sister Belle insists that she's not a monster, as does Casey, but I'm not a woman who has ever taken things at face value.

Alicia, I'm going to give you a fair shake. But I need to know everything.

Casey knows this. So, after a healthy dinner prepared by Belle and Clarisse, I settled into Alicia's bed. Casey shows no signs of jealousy at all, and she curled up behind me.

Alicia is an attractive woman, no doubt about it. She is what you'd imagine for the ideal, engineered human female. This has been the trend lately, of course. Early on there was a need to "hide in plain sight", to look like any other woman on the planet, and one with a near-perfect body... stands out. Or, at least, used to.

I'd never considered becoming intimate with another woman at all before I met Casey. Casey completely disarmed me, made me feel... special, in a time of my life where I felt anything but. I loved Rob. I missed him. Something about kissing a girl felt like it wasn't "cheating". But, by then, I also knew that Rob wouldn't be coming back. Casey provided the distraction I needed. And she told me that her arrival in my life was no coincidence. She'd been there at the start. When it happened.

So I put my tongue in Alicia's mouth, and she slid hers into mine. I knew how to do this now, wasn't frightened of it. Germs cannot hurt me; neither can Alicia. The first thing I felt from her was relief. Nobody understood her; nobody except perhaps Belle and Casey. But I was determined to try. I let her know instantly that I'd do this for as long as it took. Thus the relief. Go ahead, Alicia, convince me. Take me through your entire story from the beginning. Let's see if I would have made the same decisions.

Aren't you afraid of what my thoughts might do to you? Alicia asked, early on.

No. Should I be?

There was no way for Alicia to answer that. But before I could start exploring what she knew, she surprised me by drilling into my own memories. How I met Rob. Why I loved him, why I agreed to become his girlfriend, how we suffered through the long-distance relationship. How I felt about him now. Somehow, I didn't think she'd care.

For my own exploration, I started with the moment I was most curious about. The instant Alicia was told that some man had hacked into what the women thought was a private conversation. She was angry, but mostly at herself. She'd missed obvious clues that Rob was participating in the blog from her own timeframe-- in real time; that Rob had already found a way to defeat that part of the quantum encryption model as part of his graduate studies.

So, yes, she almost bolted from her dorm room in her underwear. But it wasn't anger; it was fear, and curiosity.

If Rob had done what he'd threatened, I wouldn't be writing to you now. I'd still be human, one-point-zero human. Alicia and her family and all of her kind would have been locked up, placed in solitary confinement far away from prying eyes, experimented on, forgotten. The world's arsenals would still be under the control of central governments. There would still be borders, and conflict, and war; because the biggest threat to central authority is the kind of intelligent, decentralized networking that Alicia's ancestors envisioned and been brought to life.

I don't think Rob would have done it. The clues were there. Even the fact that he telegraphed his threat through the very blog -- to the very women that could be his undoing -- was his way of engaging them without actually stopping them.

I think, had I been in Alicia's place, I would have handled it differently. But I could feel it: the warmth in her loins as she confronted my boyfriend, like generations of women were her telling her body what needed to be done.

I'm barely into my exploration of this: I want every scent, every instant of that moment, afraid to see Rob's unbirthing and to feel it yet desperately aware that I need to, when Alicia strokes one of my hands and guides it, gently, between her legs. At first I thought this was for the obvious reason: to increase our mental bandwidth with each other; but she guided my fingertips to play just below her clitoris, just a bit lower, inside herself, where I felt a small bump that started to grow.

It's the tip of her ovipositor. She... wants to give me the egg that currently holds every bit of Rob's essence; his memory encoded as DNA. I feel that ovipositor grow; several centimeters, at which point, accepting her offer, I rolled to my back and guided Alicia on top of me, between my legs, missionary style. I caress her head and brush my fingers through her hair and look into her eyes, making a new mental connection with her down below.

She's not doing this because she wants to be rid of Rob. She's doing this because she wants me to have him. It's been her plan all along, from the moment she learned that I existed.

When evolution designed human sexual intercourse, it was, unfortunately, designed with speed and efficiency in mind. During intercourse humans are vulnerable, and you never know when a saber-toothed tiger will take advantage of the situation. So the core moment of sex is designed to be over with quickly: a few minutes a most, get that sperm transferred and restore your situational awareness so you can defend yourself against a pack of wolves or whatever.

This type of sex between women wasn't designed by the hand of evolution but rather by women themselves. With no wolves or tigers to worry about. As a result it's marvelously slow: between 70 and 110 minutes; during which one can't avoid sharing everything about oneself. No quick "bang" here, which will be... well, interesting.

This is my first time. As it is Alicia's. As she lays on top of me, I can feel that tiny ovipositor probing between my legs. My initial impulse is to block its entry, and with my new vaginal muscles I could. But my thoughts are connected with Alicia as well as my body. I can feel her waking Rob from his slumber, his timescale slowing down. She begins the mental transfer of his memories-- a backup copy to the "original", DNA-encoded memories currently sealed inside her egg. He's confused, unaware of what's happening, unable to fathom that he's making the trip from Alicia's right ovary through her Fallopian tube and to the gland and valve that connect to her ovipositor.

Hello, Rob.

It feels to me like he's waking from anesthesia. ...Cer... Cerys?

Yes, it's me. I'm here.

The muscles between my legs relax. Alicia finds her way inside. Our mental connection is growing stronger. I guide this thin, worm-like extension of her body through my vagina and line it up with my cervix, my second layer of defense. The interaction is careful, and complex. She emits a chemical: basically, requesting permission to proceed. I grant it. My cervix dilates, releases a hormone of its own that feeds back into Alicia's body and allows her ovipositor to grow and extend. Slowly it makes its way through my cervix. Tiny gyrations of Alicia's hips help drive it; nothing at all like the unrestrained "humping" of, say, a boyfriend.

Cerys?

Yes?

What's... happening?

I answer Rob with an image of what Alicia and I are doing. Casey, who's been standing near the window looking out, can't stand it anymore and climbs into bed with us. I welcome that: she's the one I'm most familiar with, and I want her touch, her help; for her to be a part of this.

Before I can even answer Rob, a stream of thought from Alicia distracts me. She wants me... to want her.

I break off our kiss -- the mental connection through our genitalia is more than sufficient -- and look into Alicia's eyes. I've never seen this before. This longing... she turns her head, looks at Casey the same way. A small wriggle to deliver a bit more of her ovipositor.

Alicia Potemkin is completely helpless. The "most dangerous woman in the world" and she's completely exposed herself, opened everything up to me, is in the process of saying goodbye to Rob and giving me everything inside herself this way.

I look at Casey. I don't need the mental connection to know what she's thinking: she's never seen this before. Alicia's always been in charge, always knows what to do.

She just wants... acceptance. For someone, anyone, to care about her for who she is, not what she can do.

Yes, she's got that from Casey, but...

Rob suddenly snaps into alertness. No, Cerys... don't fall for it!

Those thoughts are coming through Alicia at the moment. Alicia's making no attempt to censor him.

She's anything but helpless! complains Rob.

Amidst the stream of Rob's consciousness flowing into me, I dive into Alicia's interactions with him. It forces Rob to relive those moments, but I really need to know this, to understand. Yes, what he said was true. She could have given him a new body, turned him into a woman like himself, even given him a body indistinguishable from his original. Instead she tormented him. She teased him. She'd sit on the toilet and make him watch as her body slowly divested itself of his volume, as she peed him out. And, just like she's said, she enjoyed doing those things. She delighted in the constant banter with this unwilling consciousness, deliciously trapped within her own body.

Alicia's ovipositor snakes through my uterus. I gently, mentally, guide it to the opening at the far end; the small chamber where she will deposit her egg. Another sphincter to open, another hormone exchange. It's like having sex three times over at the same time. And it doesn't take three minutes-- it takes between 70 to 110. By design. There is no way to go through this without complete mental entanglement; that's the way we wanted it.

I continue to pore through the interactions with Rob. Even when Daisy-- bless her soul-- tried to help him. I wish I could speak with Daisy now; so does Rob. She's right here: in Alicia's belly, undergoing her own transformation, but in a stage where she can't really communicate. But I heard Daisy's words to my boyfriend. She does understand her sister. She knew what was going to happen to her: that she was going to end up inside Alicia's body.

Just like Rob knew.

You're a complete dolt, you know that?

What? Cerys-- what's wrong with you?

I delay my response. I go through Rob's thoughts over and over, looking for any sign that Alicia might have tampered with them. I look at events from Rob's point of view, from Alicia's, from Casey's. They all agree.

You knew what was going to happen.

It's hard to have this conversation while the transfer of Rob's memories is happening and so much else is going on. The tip of Alicia's ovipositor has reached my fertilization chamber-- a small pouch at the end of my uterus. The sphincter there clamps down. I release a new hormone, which (along with my mental pictures) informs Alicia's body that she's in the right place.

Alicia's body responds by filling her ovipositor's spongy tissue with her own blood, causing it to swell and harden almost in exactly the way a man's penis does. It grows from the base and warms and swells and... my lord, that feels amazing, the way it's growing and stretching me. The effort is consuming most of Alicia's thoughts now, but fortunately most of Rob's consciousness has already transferred.

Not you, too? Please, no... you can't possibly believe that!, Rob objects. He desperately wants Alicia to finish transferring him, but is starting to be afraid of the mental baggage that's coming along with this type of intercourse.

Daisy told you to be honest with yourself. How much clearer could she have been?

She told me that Alicia was going to kill me!

She had to, Rob! Alright. Yes, you cheated on me, but--

Cheated on you? Cerys, I would never -- in a million years

You wanted to feel this. The inside of Alicia's body. To experience being unbirthed against your will. You were the only human, one-point-zero human, on Earth who knew this secret and you knew how to capitalize on it. So rather than go to the authorities you sent a message you knew one of them... one of us would have to respond to! You were scared because you wanted to be scared. You waited by the door shivering with both fear and excitement, didn't you? Remember that? When she came to the door you unlocked it for her!!

I wanted to try to get them to stop before I told anyone! And how would I know that one of them would visit--

Don't lie to me, Rob. Don't lie to yourself. And I won't lie to you. I think... if I were in the same position you were in, I might have... done the same thing. Actually, I did. With Casey.

Cerys...it's not a lie. I never wanted this! Not now, not ever! She's...gotten to you...

I told Rob he'd have to wait. Alicia and I were ready to begin the egg transfer, and it that deserved all of our attention. Rob didn't mind the delay: afterwards, I promised him, I'd give him my full attention and we'd figure things out.

The first thing I'll say is that the experience is surprisingly symmetric. I'd expect it to be anything but: that I simply have to remain there, passive, as Alicia lays her egg inside me. I'd underestimated the mental connection and how integral it is: our bodies and minds align, and we work together to very carefully transfer the egg. A gland in Alicia's body has been filling as her ovipositor has been growing inside me. It carries the fluid that will help transfer the egg between us. The egg itself moves into place, touches sensitive receptors at the seat of Alicia's reproduction control valve, between her fertilization chamber and her ovipositor. Other sphincters close. The area begins to fill with fluid, and with my okay her valve opens.

Tiny pulses carefully push the egg into the long tube that forms Alicia's ovipositor. It's ringed with tiny muscles and nerve endings such that we both feel what's happening, can tell exactly where the egg is. She signals my vagina to relax and it does. More fluid pushes the egg down through her body, and into the portion of her organ that's inside me.

It's sensual. The pleasure we're both getting from each centimeter of the egg's progress is intense. I motion Casey in, to attach her mouth to my breast, so we can share the sensations with her. Just in time: she was starting to get a bit jealous, I fear.

Now Casey joins us, helping to gradually nudge the egg along like it was her own. I can feel her own sex responding in sympathy.

It is "work", like heterosexual sex is work: our breathing synchronized and our bodies warm enough to start sweating. But outside one could barely see us moving. My vagina pulses rhythmically, like the longest orgasm I'd ever had or could imagine. I can feel the egg inside me, inside Alicia, travelling.

Rob is enjoying this too; we're sharing this pleasure with him, and he of course is anxious to get into my body. His egg travels through my womb without touching it. The pleasure is intensifying. I look at the clock, somehow; it's been an hour already and I can't belive it. The egg presses against my own sphincter: I can feel its bulge through the walls of Alicia's sex, waiting for permission.

Alicia, at this moment, feels just a hint of regret. For her, this really is goodbye to Rob, at least in the physical sense: he's been inside her for so long!

Alicia and I lock eyes. We count down. My sphincter opens a bit more. Pressure builds up. Finally, Alicia opens the tip of her ovipositor inside me. We can feel the egg peek out of the slit: it's shiny, smooth, white, very slippery, insanely precious. It slowly slips free of Alicia. Then all the fluid that Alicia's built up follows it, filling my chamber and safely cushioning Rob's egg.

Rob is anxious to start "talking" to me, but this isn't over yet. I work with Alicia to slowly back the tip of her organ out of my fertilization chamber without losing track of the egg or any of her fluids. With that done, the chamber closes, sealed shut, and a different hormone releases that will allow the blood to return to Alicia's body and her ovipositor to shrink so she can begin removing it from me. That process takes another ten minutes at least.

When it's done, Casey, reading my thoughts, looks at the clock. One hour, forty-four minutes. The best one hundred and four minutes that I've ever had in a row.

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Blog Entry 13: Amy's Return / Numbers

Blog Entry 14: Brad and Stacy

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Blog Entry 17: "Anonymous," indeed

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Blog Entry 18: Don't call me that

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Blog Entry 20: Go ahead, try it

Blog Entry 21: Holdout

Blog Entry 22: Nested

Blog Entry 23: Cerys