Amanda Rogers Solarium Cycle - outline
"Amanda Rogers solarium cycle" - outline - Amanda Rogers is pretending to be normal with a human boyfriend, when she experiences 'Q Contiuum heat', and gets ultra sexual. She's visited by Q to explain. After Q makes provocative overtures, and she declares her disguist, he gives her a brief intimate finger touch (which links their minds so they can see each other's thoughts) which he's impressed she can manage to pull away from, he arrogantly expects her to come with him, but she refuses. Insisting she left the continuum for a reason, and she'll enjoy her solarium cycle in her own way. She heads back to her boyfriend, and as her lust accelerates, she finds it impossible not to use her powers to get his attention. it doesn't take long for him to realize something is weird, and then she makes up a fake story to him to convince him to reveal some of his sexual desires so she can play them out. (pic pic pic, pic, pic pic pic pic pic)
Characters
Amanda Rogers
Connor Onafon
ideas
Q should be evasive about exactly what the solarium cycle is, and how long it lasts -- (sometimes just a few days, sometimes millennia)
? maybe she gets him a little drunk during the fantasy.. making it harder to realize what's happening
? maybe after 'coming out' she offers to do a fantasy for him, and teases him about it before going way overboard
-- todo: connect her sexual pleasure to his neural firing patterns
what does the "solarium cycle" actually do
idea 1- compel her "mate", that is, to experience sexuality.a mate, 'bond', and experience pleasure when they experience pleasure -- this would explain why she gets so hyper sexual with him, and why she 'abuses' her power.... Q would 'warn' her about taking a pet as a partner (she will ruin him)
idea 2 - get intoxicated by pleasure with anyone she's 'bonded' to (which is kind of the Q version of love) .. so much that she struggles and then fails to resist using her power
situations to try - before she comes out
ideas - why does she come out?
she is really horny. tries to 'seduce him as a normal human', but is not very good at it. he tries to console her, "its okay. i appreciate you trying'... and she starts murmring to herself about how it would be much easier if she could 'really be herself'... she tells him what she is, which he obviously doesn't believe. after he repeatedly dismisses her, she 'shows him', by getting huge and seductive (pic)
situations to try - after she comes out
she under-states everything... "i redecorated" turns into
..making their apartment door a portal to a lavish beach house on a private island (pic)
so she can be her fantasy self without concern
the first time she shows it off, she blinks into a huge fantasy self inside the ocean view.
she asks him leading sexy questions...
'why are men so fascinated with breasts?' -> maybe leading to breastfeeding fantasy (pic pic pic pic)
'what is it about big strong women that turns you on?" -> leading to power lift (pic, pic)
'what would you change to make me a little more attractive?" -> turns into a cascade where she ends up his fantasy
she uses his fetish to get him to do stupid things (which she doesn't even need, because she could just materialize them)
when he dismisses her concerns about showing him what she can really do (or tries to refuse her), she takes the gloves off
...weird breastfeed fantasy, euphoric addictive breastmilk
?? or maybe she does this to all of society... creating a bizarre submissive chemical dependence for men
...stimulating his nerves directly (though maybe this should happen later?)
...changing a coworker right in front of him (which he scolds her for, only to realize she actually changed all women)
...makes herself start of a 'queen of the amazon's' fantasy (how does she get the conscious minds? go back in time and create the civilization? or are they shallow automatons?)
takes him to a private bungalo on the moon
'demonstrating' she can be a superhero (flying, strength)
more detail
schitzophrenic life, split between 'normalcy', and the reality that he's basically her human pet
appearing to him at work, teasing and tempting him,
casually walking around the house "more sexy", and incrementally becoming a busty 8' tall vixen
pretending nothing is different, challenging him to try an "act normal" when she's looking like this
'abduction' to a faraway uninhabited planet for privacy, showing off, carrying him in her hand (pic pic pic pic pic)
'baking' a euphoric drug into some plain food she makes for him (wolfing down a grilled cheese as he climaxes from it)
when he begs her not to, she confesses it might not have been her best idea.
..and returns to his 'one track mind' fascination with her breasts, making a pair he can't refuse (pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic), then teasing him while he tries to
when he finally gives in, she thinks it's cute that he tried to resist.
while he's suckling on them, she makes them yield euphoric milk, which he can't stop drinking.
address his difficulty handling it psychologically, and her attempts to help him
promise to establish boundaries, to help his sanity, but she can't stop herself from working around the boundaries to arouse and seduce him
what boundaries?
she won't touch his nerves, change him, ????
using intimidation and emasculation (as it seems to turn him on also)
materializing wealth for herself, making him 'kept'
? making herself very strong and showing off? (pic)
teasing him about what she could do to him, men, or the human race
when she realizes he's turned on by her power over people (women and men), she can't help but toy with them a little
he wants to see his friends - things get dangerous
she answers 'whats up lately', with increasingly uncomfortable innuendo to his fantasy desires
when he breaks to the bathroom, she abducts him to somewhere else (a tropical beach?), and tries to have sex.. he rebuffs her under the new rules, promising as soon as they get home she can do whatever she likes
back at the table, she plays the sexy femme fatale, attempting to seduce them all back to their place... essentially threatening Conner (come home with me now, or I'm going to take them all home with us and make them my pets too)
maybe she sees he's turned on by the idea of her dominating someone else too (pic pic)
finally at home, she forces sexuality on him.. when she gets what she wants, he tries to scold her for the whole thing not being fair... she downplays it, as they 'would have been happy as pets too'
when she realizes any arousal (not just by her) will give her what she craves, things get even more interesting
she abducts him to a fantasy scenerio, where he finds himself alone in the jungle, captured by 8' tall naked amazon warriors
(pic pic pic pic) they put him in a cage, pleasuring themselves with him... until a cloaked warrior sneaks in at night to break him out.. when she gets him away from the settlement, it turns out to be Amanda
she changes all women to be 7'5", busy, and sexy -- so he's turned on everywhere he goes
then she recruits a couple women to be his caretakers, offering them unusually large compensation for the nature of the work, and instructing them to keep him aroused most of the day.
but the stimulations are spikey and distracting for her... she can't concentrate (half the time because she wants more, half the time because it's too much)
Q visits her, and has a long discussion with her.. scolding her for being so arrogant that she thought she could do better. Laughing at her for how ineffective she's been at harnessing the solarium cycle. After a long conversation, he offers to help, and sets up Conner in euphoria stasis... providing a smooth supply of arousal energy for her. she warms up to it, and with every minute she feels better and more confident.
where is it going?
Q visits and teases her for what she's doing. but then lets her in on 'the secret'
??? should this happen before she reveals her Q nature to Conner, so it can motivate why she does ??
that the solarium cycle will never end, and the only way to break the bond is for her bonded partner to die..
that it's a nature of the Q condition.
that he always has a bonded pet, trapped in a cycle of sexual fantasy, until he bores with her
she realizes she's "trapped".. either enslaving Conner for the sensations, or killing him to end the bond
Q strongly cautions her against letting her bonded, as when the solarium euphoria wears off, she can get very depressed.. and a depressed Q can be very destructive
she decides if there is no way out, she's going to go big, and give Conner the most amazing fantasy life...
...but the longer the solarium cycle goes on, the more she craves to have the stimulation 100% of the time
she learns that him being her 'pet' is inevitable
the never ending state of euphoria makes her more like Q, semi-arrogant, game-playing
?? maybe she makes the euphoria juice at the end ??
seems like a genius move to her at first, but then all he wants is the juice.
she tries to banter with him, play out more of his fantasies, but all he wants is the juice
maybe she
she makes him win a luxury vacation to Risa (so they can be alone together)
they separate them on arrival, and run them through orientation to 'get them ready'...
(they are re-introduced through a curtain) "i hope you don't think me terrible vain, but I went to the reformer." ("uhh, Amanda. I can't afford that, and they know it. How did you get the credits?") "they said it was included as part of the trip. I didn't want to be the only woman here who didn't do it. please don't judge. And I can keep the alterations or return to normal when we go home." Then she reveals herself. "I hope I didn't go too far. They said I can come back for two revisions free of charge. "
"Too far!? Absolutely not! Not even close. You look amazing. I can't even believe... I mean, I've always thought you were pretty. But just, wow. i'm not going to want to leave our room."
"you promise?" she teased, lifting the frilly bottom hem pf her coverup. "Apparently this is the uniform here. Some wear it with nothing underneath, but I'll have to work up to that.." She stepped close, reaching around his neck to pull him in for a brief but sensual kiss. He reached his hands up her bare back, pulling her in, and felt a jolt of arousal at the feeling of her newly firmed and improved body shape pushing against him. After a moment she let the kiss go, but not her hold on him. "I actually almost got a height treatment too," she shared giddily. Then she lied, "I didn't know if you'd be okay with that."
"wait, really?" he was surprised, not sure how to read the playful look in her eye. "ohh, i certainly would... be okay with it I mean." She slipped her fingers up the back of his scalp, encouraging his hands to continue exploring the unfamiliar definition on her newly chiseled back (pic). "in fact, i'd say I encourage it. how tall were you thinking?"
"well, that's the tricky part. I was going to be..." she paused for effect, massaging the underside of his ears with her thumbs before continuing with melodramatic trepidation, " Maybe around your height? Or just four or five centimeters taller? In heels I wanted to be half a head taller than you for a change, to kinda turn the tables for a while, but I wasn't sure if you'd be happy about that.
"Hmm, that actually sounds kinda sexy." His words were calm, but his mind was doing backflips thinking about this bombshell of a body looking down at him from above. "But you know, you're not even going to be wearing shoes here, so maybe you should just go all the way. You can always use your last revision to tone it down before we go back home." / "I'm going to momentarily ignore the fact that you just just asked me to bring this walking sexpot body costume back to my real life. You know if I 'go all the way', I'll be over 2 meters tall. This is not a holo-fantasy, this is reality. Everyone here will think I'm an advertising femdom, and you're my submissive man pet." / "And what's wrong with that? This is Risa. It's all about excess and playing a part." / "wait what? You're not kidding? You actually want me to do this? Because I will." She changed her intonation dramatically, "Computer? When's the net available reformer appointment?" It responded.. ---The next available appointment is in ninety minutes.-- She was fabricating the computer's response, but he wouldn't know the difference. She looked intently into his eyes, challenging him to flinch. She knew he wouldn't. "Excellent, book it for me. Height adjustment to 2 meters. No. Revise that. Two hundred ten centimeters." The computer responded --Appointment booked, Amanda Rogers reformer height adjustment to two hundred ten centimeters-- "
?? what happens next ??
she teases that he only has a little time left to mess around with the upper hand.... they start petting, he starts admiring her body, and pretty soon they are in the throws of lovemaking.
when they finish... she checks the clock. Alright, enough holding up in the room. let's take a walk, and you can drop me at my appointment.
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next chapter, he explores a bit of risa, the gorgeous wait-staff, but also the somewhat seedy propositions from beautiful girls.
Amanda should be showing up any minute, so he's looking around, watching for her. Suddenly he sees her, standing a head taller than most of the crowd. He feels the hair on his arms and neck stand on end. When she gets closer, he stands and waves, and she quickly notices him and closes the distance. He notices most people distractedly check her out as she passes close to them.
As she gets really close, every step seems to make the reality more gripping. Every bit of her chiseled fitness body is supercharged by her size, as he realize she was actually standing a full head taller than him. (pic pic pic pic pic) "Well, i kinda wen't crazy." As she did a gentle twirl in front of him, he looked her over, getting an unnerving feeling as he realized she was completely barefoot. "I thought about what you said, and decided you're right. This is Risa, so why hold back. They said my max was about 220cm, and it seemed wrong to get so close and not go all the way. They were so impressed by the results, they didn't even use one of my alterations. I guess they think it'll drive business."
Just then, a man walked up, falling to his knees, "My Goddess, I have never seen a more stunning diety of female power and perfection. May I hover in your aura and worship you? I will do anything you ask."
"Aww, not again," Amanda flipped her wrists trying to urge him off his knees, but he didn't budge. "No. You may not follow me around. I'm more of a single worshipper kind of goddess, and I have mine right here," she said, reaching her hand out to Connor.
"Very well my Queen. Then I shall admire you from afar. You have the favor of a Goddess sir, don't squander it." And with that, he slunk away into the crowd, never quite rising to his feet.
Amanda and Conner looked at each other and shared a little chuckle. "I told you this would get some attention," she added. A moment later, she reached her arms around his shoulders and pulling him in. "okay. i'm honestly not trying to shove my tits down you're throat. This is just a hug. Though this is giving me an oddly overwhelming urge for you to kiss them."
Conner was overwhelmed, and not just because of her height. Her arms were unexpectedly substantial, even heavy on his shoulders. Her crotch was up around his navel, and her tits were a tractor beam, pulling at his lips. He didn't hear most of what she said, but he heard 'kiss them', and his overwhelmed synapses connected one thing to another. He only had to move an inch to kiss the the bare top of her right breast.
Amanda's human habits caused her to look around self-conciously, and scold him at a whisper, "Conner?!" But a moment later she found perspective, realizing she wasn't just an amazon dominatrix on Risa, she was a Q. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted. She pulled his face closer in, draped her hair over him for privacy, and whispered, "you couldn't wait, could you. If you keep this up for long, you're going to make my nipples hard and alot of people out here jealous." Then she decided to go deeper rather than fight it. Reaching around her neck, she tugged her bikini top an inch to the side. "Too late."
Conner couldn't quite integrate his relationship with Amanda and this fantasy moment, but he was lost in lust. The moment her nipple slipped out of the fabric, he had to have it. He suckled and wondered at the unexpectedly prominent and firm nub. With it still in his mouth, he looked up at the underside of her chin, and a drape of hair around him, a little confused about what exactly was happening.
Amanda let him indulge for several more seconds, taking stock of a circle forming around them. "Conner sweetie," she whispered, "I think we're becoming the entertainment. Time for a break, I'd like to walk you through the garden." She didn't wait for an answer, gently pulling away and fixing her top. The people around them padded their hands together in silent clapping, and she briefly nodded, regarding them. Then she took his hand and led him off into the crowd.
Conner felt just as overwhelmed walking behind her as he had standing in front of her. She was a tower of feminine beauty and muscle. Her ass so high it begged to be admired, and her back sculpted like a chiseled statue, only one that was exceptionally absolutely alive. She was also walking a little too fast for him. He tried to pull back on her hand, but was just dragged forward through the dense crowd. "Amanda, where are we going?"
Amanda didn't bother to answer. Looking over the tops of people's heads meant she could tell they were almost to the edge of the crowd, and would exit to the garden in just a few more steps. She pulled him clear through the vine covered arches before declaring, "here we are, the Garden."
?? next ??
they walk and talk about how he feels about the experience
"i could get use to this. when I moved through that crowd, people moved out of my way."
they see couples making out and semi-clothed, and talk about how risque risa is
she sees an empty flat stone bench and sits,
"come here", holding his waist, coaxing him to stand close, between her legs. him looking slightly down at her.
(pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic) he caresses her shoulders and neck, and they kiss gently.
"I could definitely get use to this" he says, caressing her upper arms and shoulders, then kissing her deeply.
"You really like me being bigger than you, huh? Maybe I should give you a taste of how much stronger I am." She held his hips firmly, coaxing his body towards her right breast. It crushed into his waist and tummy, so she arched a little, rubbing over his crotch and member. "I bet he's the one that really likes me bigger." She held him there, gently twisting his body to rub him against her. The look on his face said he was thoroughly enjoying it.
Conner felt like his dreams had come true. Not only had Amanda turned herself into an amazon bombshell, but almost immediately her personality seemed different, more aggressive, more dominant. The way she stared him down, while forcibly and sexually dragging his crotch back and forth across her tit was doing more than turning him on, it was showing him who was in charge. He noticed motion in the corner of his eye, and looked up to see a threesome walking near them, all of them staring. It made him feel suddenly self concious. "Uhh, Amanda?" He said, trying to bring them to her attention.
She looked over for show, already knowing where they were, already knowing where every atom on the planet was. "So what? Let them look. This is Risa. We can do whatever we want here, and right now, I want to make you hard." She looked directly over at the threesome, peeled the bikini off one tit, and firmly pressed one of Conner's hands into the side of it, challenging them to either stay and watch or move along. When they hesitated, pausing to look, she smiled at them. "Looks like we have an audience." Then she reached for his crotch, and started stroking him directly.
He peeked over at the threesome, and they were not just glancing, they were stopped and watching. Meanwhile, Amanda's fingers had finished rubbing the front of his crotch, and were pulling down his waistband, sending a jolt through him as they found bare skin. "Uhh, Amanda, what are you do-doing?" He stuttered, distracted by the sensation of her freeing his rock hard cock and wrapping her fingers around the head. "Can't we go ba-back to our ro-oom!?"
"No. I like it here. I want to make you feel good right here." She twisted and rubbed her fingers against him. "Besides, we've been seeing naked bodies all day. Nobody is going to care." His hand was still against her tit, but it was frozen, like he was embarassed to feel her up out here. She looked at it, and shot him a look of disapproval. "No need to be shy, how does it feel? She intentionally stepped up her hand-play, stroking and twisting, trying to make it hard for him to think about anything but the sensations. "They have lots of options at the reformer. Too many. I stayed on the firmer side, as it makes the look really pop."
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He was still distracted by the audience, his eyes shifting erratically. Then he was gripped by a strong sensation as Amanda's fingers firmly twisted and twisted around the rim. "Uhhh," he moaned softly as he fell forward, his head leaning onto hers, like he couldn't hold himself up anymore. "Amanda," he whispered, "This is amazing but embarrassing. Can't we go back to the ro-room?"
"No, Conner," she said with an intentionally patronizing tone. "This is Risa. We don't have to be ourselves here. You wanted an amazon uber femme, and you got one. I'm not going to follow anyone's rules. I'm going to play with you whenever and wherever I want. Maybe after, I'll put you on a leash and drag you around like a pet. Because you don't seem to have alot of will to resist.
One of the threesome was making a hand gesture, like he was asking to come closer, maybe even join them? She gently shook her head, and they nodded and resumed their walk. "Aww. looks like our audience is moving on."
???? where is this going ????
they gently kiss.
evening out on risa
she 'helps' his stamina during lovemaking
unusually long sex session that's 'over the top', where he lasts longer, and stays hard to go again (thanks to her)
afterwords, he is amazed, "doesn't know how that was possible"
the next day when he tells her how amazing it was,
he can't help but get aroused, which she immediately notices and asks him about, then asks if he wants a little quickie before work, and ends up 'trapping him', playfully edging him for hours (vid) - so long he shows up very very late for work
her fashion becomes overtly sexy - pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic pic / pic
she 'messes with' his reality (because she can't help herself)
screwing with his life
giving him a tall, sexy, busty boss or coworker -- who kinda messes with him a little
he comes home, confessing what happened.. and talking about how "fucking weird" it is to meet two ultra tall women
briefly making his tv/porn talk to him directly
fabricating an illusion where he's inside his tv/porn/fetish
intro
Amanda rejecting the Q continuum, erasing human records of her existance
fast forward four years, to her 'normal life', and how happy she is with it. then intro her coming home to her long term boyfriend
intro the dynamics between them... she's a little overconfident and saucy, but in a playfully supportive way
then intro the moment the 'solarium cycle' heat comes on, her struggling to handle it, and her visit from Q
She's visited by Q to explain. After Q makes provocative overtures, and she declares her disguist, he gives her a brief intimate finger touch (which links their minds so they can see each other's thoughts) which he's impressed she can manage to pull away from, he arrogantly expects her to come with him, but she refuses. Insisting she left the continuum for a reason, and she'll enjoy her solarium cycle in her own way.
She heads back to her boyfriend, and as her lust accelerates, she finds it impossible not to use her powers to get his attention. it doesn't take long for him to realize something is weird, and then she makes up a fake story to him to convince him to reveal some of his sexual desires so she can play them out.
night of fantasy
she starts by just 'looking sexier' (puffy cleavage, middriff, perfectly windblown hair - pic pic pic pic).. he immediately notices, but she passes it off as just a 'new top' as she leans against him for a kiss
after he experiences the amazing kiss and feel of her body, she starts to lure him away from wherever he's supposed to be .. "i know you have this big XYZ, but i'm coming down with something and need to stay in. is there anything i can do to convince you to stay in with me?" ... "you mean like a cold?"
"well, it's not contagious, but I do think you should put me to bed, and then snuggle in with me." ... "at 10am? are you feeling okay?"
she snuggles up to him, "what? i thought you'd like me being more frisky." / "ohh, I do. i just don't know what to make of it. did you take something I should know about?"
"no I didn't take anything," she scolds, "if I'm high, it's on life, the universe, and everything. i'm tired of always doing what i 'should' do, this time I'm going to do what I want to do. what do you say? will you be my partner in crime? (time for her provocative overture), I promise you I'll be the girl of your dreams in a way no other girl ever has or ever will.
he smiles and pulls her in for a kiss, "that sounds exciting. when does it start?"
"it already has," she declares, as she pulls off her shirt, revealing that her bursting cleavage is more than just 'her top'.
He's floored and excited. "Holy crap! Amanda, it's not just your top, you are much much bigger than you were just yesterday! How is that possible?"
"I think it's just water retention. Why, do you like them bigger?" She cupped a breast with one hand, looking impossibly sexy. "Water retention? There is no way this is just..." She stopped him short by pulling his hands to her chest and sqeezing. "Oh my god, they feel so amazing. Am I dreaming? What is happening right now."
"Maybe you are, and you should just enjoy it." She leaned in for a kiss, and as his hands continued exploring her enhanced chest, she decided to make herself more more sensitive. A moment later, she felt a moment of sharp pleasure, pulling away from their kiss, "uhnn, that feels so good, baby." With her encouragement, he redoubled his efforts, rubbing and leaning down to kiss the tops of her breasts.
She could feel every atom of his warm wet tongue sliding against her, and she wanted more. She slowed down time, and lost herself in just one lick, drawing it out for what to her felt like an hour, but for him was just a few seconds. Looking down at him suckling, she wanted to be so much more for him, and as she let time returned to normal, she made her chest even bigger, until he noticed the extra heft enough to pull away.
"Ohh my fucking god. You're tits are even bigger!" She stood, her huge tits jutting from her chest, buoyantly defying gravity. "Holy shit. Did that just happen? This doesn't feel like a dream. Am I hallucinating? I'm getting a little freaked out here." He tried to take a step back, but he found her firmly holding his hands to her sides.
"Scared of your own dream? Be careful, you might wake yourself up. Wouldn't you rather enjoy the fantasy? Do you want me even bigger? You do, don't you?" He was stunned at not only her appearance, but her behavior. Amanda never talked like this. It all seemed too real, but he must be dreaming, there was no other explanation. Then his mouth fell open as he realized her tits were getting even bigger.
Amanda was amused watching him lose conscious control of his face. If just this completely trivial change could get him so en-rapt, imagine what she could do if she really let go. She felt so powerfully sexy and turned on it was almost involuntary when she started getting bigger again, but this time it wasn't just her breasts.
He was still stunned when he noticed her breasts start to swell. His entire body tingled as it felt like something had taken the world and twisted a zoom lens on it. Then he felt his hands rising and realized it wasn't just her breasts breasts getting bigger. Her whole body was growing. Her shoulders rose towards him, and in less than ten seconds, she had gone from six inches shorter, to just as tall as he was. He looked up at her face to see her sexy bedroom eyes starting right through him, "hi sweetie, how's this for a fantasy girlfriend?" She leaned in, and their lips met. (pic pic pic pic)
It felt different right from the start. He reached a hand to the small of her back, pulling her deeply against him. Her body was much more substantial pressing against him, and having her at his height made every move of her lips and tongue seem more dominant. He lost himself in the kiss for a while. Then he noticed her breasts crushing into him, and felt compelled to fondle them. His hand ran up her side, and found a large full shape that was unlike any breast he'd ever felt. He immediately felt her passion accelerate, encouraging his efforts as he simultaneously sucked at her tongue and rubbed fingers across her breast and nipple. He realized he'd lost himself a bit when he had to break free, gasping for air.
"Mmmm. You really like me big and sexy, don't you?" He was still panting as his subconscious answered, nodding. In that moment she wished she could touch him like she had the Q, linking their minds to directly experience their thoughts. Though the human part of her felt that took all the fun out of it. She wanted the challenge to read him, and figure him out. After-all, she could make any fantasy reality with merely a thought, and she was so turned on, she didn't just want to be sexy for him, she wanted to make his head explode with sexual energy.
"Uhh, Amanda," he panted, still catching his breath, "i never want to wake up." His eyes shifted to the side, and he puzzled to himself outloud, "how is this dream so real? This must be lucid dreaming. If it is, then maybe I can...." When his eyes found hers again, they were steeled with intensity.
"Can what? Tell me what you want, baby." As soon as she asked, she realized her mistake.
He furrowed his brow back at her. "You're my dream, don't you already know? Unless this isn't a dream. But how would.." His words trailed off as his head turned to the side.
She could see his brain starting to overload. She had gambled trying to convince him this was a dream, but she was getting into trouble. She could observe every atom in the universe, but consciousness lie beyond that boundary. She couldn't read his thoughts, but probably didn't have to.
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She stepped outside time, moving backwards to observe the their entire encounter, the way he responded to her. She observed every pore in his skin, every cell, every neural firing, as he responded to the changes she made to her breasts and body. Mostly it just turned her on more, watching him aroused by her, and she got a little lost in it. Then she remembered what she was doing, and found a cluster of neurons that seemed especially active as she changed. She focused on them, and spun the jog-wheel of time backwards, observing more of his life, looking for moments where these neurons got excited.
At first there were lost of false signals. The human brain was not neat and organized, but a chaotic symphony of reactions and connections. However, after viewing thousands of firing events, she started to see a pattern. She narrowed her search, and found a moment when he was much younger where these neurons connections were established. He was a child, watching a vintage superhero cartoon with a sexy busty villain who's shape was fairly similar to the fantasy persona she'd created. Then, as she let time play, the villain, after some cheesy dialog, began to grow. Inches at first, then feet, until she was towering at least twenty five feet tall. She observed the boy, and found the same reaction, the same neurons, the same excitement and arousal she had observed.
She marveled at her own ingenuity -- for an instant or for millennia -- the two were the same when existing outside time. When she was done, she had not only explored and discovered the source of thousands of other arousing neural firing patterns, but she'd considered using the technique to entirely map out every thought and desire he ever had. She decided she better not, as she doubted she could maintain the illusion of a human relationship if she knew everything there could be known about his physical brain. She had explored enough, and felt a torrent of light and swirl as she brought herself back to him in proper time.
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She touched his chin, coaxing their eyes back together. "Ohh, I know, sweetie. Do you think any of this is an accident? I just want to draw it out. Let you enjoy it. That's what you want isn't it? To see it happen?" As soon as she felt him nod, she knew she had his attention back. She let go and pressed her hand to his chest, backing him into the wall. "I've been your fantasy since you were a child, hiding in your mind, trying to get out. Are you ready to let me out?" His face looked more uncomfortable than aroused as he swallowed hard. She knew that would change in just a moment.
He knew what was coming, but it didn't make it any less impactful. As he noticed her head start to rise he felt a tingle, then a surge, run through his spine. The change was slow, an inch, then a few. After a dozen seconds had passed, he noticed her massive chest rising up from below. Every ounce of his being wanted to touch her, to prove she was real, yet he was completely paralyzed with awe. His cock stiffened, as her nipples rose up level with his mouth. He salivated at the thought of tasting one.
She sensed the wetness on his tongue, and the fire of her solarium cycle wanted to envelop and overwhelm him, but she could also read his every reaction, and she knew he wasn't ready. She'd give him what he wanted, for now. Soon it would be her turn. She continued growing, not just taller, but proportionally larger and wider. Each of her breasts were as large as his head as they rose up in front of his face. She peered into the special cluster of neurons in his mind, firing in overdrive, and triggering a cascade of hormone release. In that moment it occurred to her that she could have just ticked them directly or materialized whatever hormones she pleased into his bloodstream, but where was the fun in that? It was his conscious mind she wanted to seduce, and that was the one thing she couldn't control.
He didn't know what was happening, but he knew none of this was real, it couldn't be. In the coming moments, Amanda's body grew from merely tall, to inhumanly large. He watched her breasts rise past his eyeline, tilting his head back to keep them in view. He felt his knees weaken at the feeling of looking up at her from below. When she finally stopped growing, he let his head fall to take more of her in, marveling at her hips being in front of his chest, her impossibly long legs, and how kissable her belly button looked directly opposite his lips. (pic)
Amanda peered down past her breasts to see the top of his head below. It felt really weird to her, being so big, and him being so small. Weird in an exciting way. She'd never tried anything like this before. Way back when she first realized what she was, a Q, she had toyed a little bit with human fantasies like superhero powers. However, being able to change anything in the universe at will made trivial things like flying and super strength seem not very important. Why fly somewhere when you could just appear there? Why overpower something when you could make it, the planet, and the entire solar system, disappear with only a thought? The only possible reason was to be seen and worshiped by lesser beings, something she neither wanted, nor was looked on favorably by the Q Continuum that had 'eliminated' her parents so long ago.
Somehow this seemed different. Conner didn't think she was a diety, he thought she was a fantasy. An impossible eight foot tall sexbomb fantasy. As she peeked in on that special neural cluster, it was not only firing, but it was growing, superchaged by the experience. It made her so hot she wanted to grab his DNA, fill an entire planet with a million Conner clones, and fuck every single one of them. She might have done it too, if not for the one thing she couldn't create. His consciousness. Having ultimate power over matter and no power over soul could be such a frustrating predicament sometimes.
Conner had stared at her for quite a while, trying to force his hands to move, before he finally broke through and held her waist, now higher than his shoulders. Every fantasy he had ever had about this paled in comparison to that moment, where he got to experience it. He caressed his hands over her shape, first her hips, then across her tummy. He couldn't believe how real it felt, nothing like any dream he'd ever had. He leaned in and kissed her tummy, and the warmth, the softness, even the scent were every pit as potent as reality. He stepped closer, pressing his chest into her crotch, and reaching his arms up her sides and back. It was completely surreal. Then he felt her moving, something brushing the top of his head, and he realized it was one of her massive breasts.
Amanda found humor in the moment. He fantasized about her being huge, but even at just eight feet tall she was so big he couldn't even easily suckle on her breasts the way she knew he longed to at this moment. She considered helping him out, maybe rising him up on a platform, or dropping to her knees, but she didn't want to make it too easy. When she felt his hands reach above his head, grasping and squeezing the huge tit she'd dropped over his crown, she did the only thing that seemed reasonable, she started to get even bigger. He kept reaching and squeezing at her, trying desperately to hold on as it progressively rose out of his reach. When her head bumped the ceiling, she leaned over, seeing him looking up at her tits with the biggest puppy dog eyes. "Aww... Does little Conner want to play with my big juicy tits?" She teased, pleased at how even her words made his hormones surge and cock throb even harder. She was having so much fun, she wondered why she'd convinced herself to act entirely human, even for her boyfriend. "I promise you can, but I'm not quite done growing yet."
"Wha..." Conner's jaw twitched, and he let out an awkward sound somewhere between a cough and a gasp, as he craned his neck to look up at Amanda? "What? You're going to get big-gee-er!?" She was already at least ten feet tall, leaning over slightly having grown too tall to stand straight up. Her legs were now taller than he was, and while looking across at her crotch did seem sensual, his dream of touching and sucking and playing with inhumanly huge tits lie uncomfortably out of reach.
"Yeah, well I know how much you want to play with these babies," she cupped her tits suggestively, "and you can't seem to reach them. Getting smaller doesn't seem any fun, so I really see only one solution." She stepped backwards across the room, holding her hand out when he tried to follow, "no, stay there for a moment." She sat down on the middle of the floor, and laid back on her elbows, then she again began to grow. Faster this time, in just seconds, she was twelve feet tall, then fourteen. She sensed the wood flooring sag and crack at her thousand pound heft, so she quickly replaced the entire substructure of the building with copious amounts of steel. Her feet touched the wall to either side of Conner, and his eyes and cock surged with more pressure and blood than she'd ever seen in a human. She kept growing. Her knees were already several feet off the ground, but seconds later, they were nearly at the ceiling. Her back was at the opposite wall, and as she slowed her growth, her hair was against brushing the ceiling. It was nine and a half feet from her eblows to the top of her head, and after a trivial moment of self inspection, she realized she'd grown to 32 feet 4.2 inches. She was quite literally filling the room.
Conner stood silent, with a shocked look on his face, before finally exclaiming, "holy fuck! You're absolutely gigantic." He gingerly approached, daunted by the sight of a foot tall labia held three feet off the ground. He couldn't help but put his hands against it, but it felt more like a large fleshy alien than a body part. He doubted she would even feel his tongue on her if he tried. He ran his hand up over the flap, and squeezed a clit nub that was the size of a softball. "Uhhh, that's n-i-ce," she cooed, so he squeezed again. "Mmm. I really want you to play down there, but I made these babies for you, so I won't punish you if you want to just climb up and enjoy them a little first." He knew when she said 'these babies', she was referring to the absolutely titanic breasts jutting a little too firmly off her chest.
"Really?" She nodded, and with permission he started awkwardly climbing up her table height crotch. He felt like he was going to lose himself in his pants, climbing up her flesh on all fours, approaching a pair of tits that each dwarfed him in every way. Her body rose and fell with her breath, and he braced his hands against her huge left tit to get up on his knees and finally see over it. "Ohh my fucking god Amanda. This can not be just a dream. I don't know what's going on. Have I died and gone to heaven?" He lost his balance as she chucked, and his body weight fell against her plush tit.
"Hah, no honey. I assure you, you are not dead, and if there is a heaven, I doubt it's so.... physical? Since you were a boy you've fantasized and wished for this. Do you really want to question it, or do you want to just enjoy?" She could see the confusion and dissonance interfering with his arousal. Human brains only understand limited amounts of unpredictable information inside a fabric of predictability. She knew she was pushing him to his limits. She decided a little coaxing might help, so she brought her hand up behind, and gently started rhythmically pushing him into her tit.
"Uhhhh.." he sighed, as he reached his hands around her huge tit, and let himself fall into her motion. Everything about this moment was sending him into sensory overdrive. The feeling of her giant fingers wrapping around his back, butt, and legs; the way he could hardly reach the sides of a tit that seemed more like a big round waterbed; and then he noticed her nipple. It was the size of a large upside down mixing bowl. He looked at it, then looked at her face, and thought he saw a smirk before he moved his hand and head, struggling to sink his lips onto it as he and her tit both jostled around at her hand. He couldn't take it anymore, he felt himself start to cum, but he didn't want to. He winced in frustration, "uhh, wait, wait, stop," he called to her, begging her not to set him off. "no, please, uhh, wait, ohh, holy, fuck. wait." He felt the sensations surging, and expected release any moment, but somehow the climax didn't come, the heightened sensations just became, more heightened. He lie his cheek down against her still jostling tit and whimpered between surges, "what... is... happening."
"I'm fulfilling your fantasy, silly. I must admit, I didn't expect to enjoy it so much myself. This is not only sexy as hell, but it's really fun." As she continued urging his little body into her tit, the pace just behind his synaptic firing waves, he continued whimpering, almost wincing in pleasure. Then she realized what he was really asking. "Ohh, you mean *that*. I know you don't want to come, so I've inhibited it. You can thrust and rub and suck and fuck me as much as you want, and all you'll experience is this escalating pleasure. In a way, I suppose it's a bit like what a woman experiences.
"How.... is...this...fucking...uhhhh....possible," he struggled to get out, amidst the most amazing sensations he'd ever experienced. It wasn't just making his speech difficult, his head was now involuntarily tilted to the right, and his whole body was semi-spasticly tensing. "Fucking! Tits! Hallucinating? Insanity? Should...I.. Stop? Fuck! How?"
She realized he was starting to talk to himself, and getting closer to word salad. She hadn't considered the idea that this fantasy might break him, and she certainly didn't want that. She could fix his body, but she couldn't fix his mind. She let up on her pulsing, and just very slowly rubbed him side to side against her tit. "I'm sorry, Connor. Is this too stressful? If I tell you what's happening, it may be very hard to accept. Do you want me to stop?"
"Huuhhh," he let out as he struggled to catch his breath amidst the slowly calming stimulation. "No. Don't stop. Just tell me. What is this? I need to know."
"Uhhh," Amanda cringed. She'd erased any human record of her Q existence when she decided to return to human life. Only a handful of people knew what she was, and they were aboard the Enterprise millions of light years away. Still, she'd made this mess, and she didn't see any other way out of it. "It's complicated, but okay. Brace yourself." She stopped rubbing him and let him stabilize on her tummy. "I was raised on earth, but I'm not human. I'm part of an inter-dimensional race that has the power to, among other things, move through time and reshape matter. I'm going through a complex part of my race's lifecycle that, for lack of a better explanation, makes me really fucking horney. I kinda lost control a little, couldn't help myself, went into your past, researched your life and sexual fantasies, and here we are, playing one of them out. Did I miss anything?"
"Holy shit. This isn't a dream. This is real." She didn't really nod, more crinkled her nose in confirmation. "What the. How is this..." He looked around the room without the bleary confusion of over stimulation, suddenly realizing this was really his bedroom, really his life, and really his girlfriend, except she was so big she filled the room. "Holy crap. Wait, are you a Q?!"
"No way, you've heard of us? I thought files on the Q were restricted in the Federation." This was too important not to know, she froze time, going on a brief journey to see what she'd missed before. Official documents were restricted, but rumors and mythology had pervaded rare elements of human culture, especially those interested in surreal sexual fantasy. "Ohh, I see. Of course. Well that makes things a bit easier. Are you upset? Have I royally screwed up our relationship forever?"
"Uhm. Shit." He didn't even know how to react. "We've been dating for a year and half, and I've never noticed anything, never suspected anything. Why? I thought we were really close." He felt betrayal rising in him, but then he caught it. "No, don't answer that. I can't even imagine what it's like to be you. No. No, you have not screwed up our relationship. I mean this is big, I mean B I G, big, and you've ruined me for all other women, so I just hope you don't plan on dumping me anytime soon."
She chuckled in relief, jostling him about on her tummy, and responding with some witty banter. "Really? I'm bearing my soul and you're going to make fat jokes, now? Calling me big? Maybe I should just put everything back to normal, and we should never talk about or do anything like this ever again!" Her words were threatening, but she was smirking and intoning jest with every word.
Connor laughed, enjoying a more familiar part of Amanda's personally to connect with. "Hey hey, you know that's not that I meant. Not every girl can fit into a size zero dress, and I don't go for those types of girls anyhow. I like a girl with a little meat." He slapped his hands into the sides of her huge tit. "You know, the kind that can really fill up a room." They both laughed hard, her tummy moving so much this time that he really lost his balance, and would have fell clear off her side if her hand hadn't caught him.
"I really love you Conner, and no, I have no plans to leave this relationship. I get to live forever, or at least until the Q Continuum decides I need to be expunged, so it's not like I'm in a hurry. Well, except when this Solarium Cycle is urging me to throw away my principles in search of sexual encounters. So does that mean you're good with all this? Or should I stop testing the bounds of your sanity?"
"Is that what we're doing?" He had to admit, it was surreal. After she'd caught him, he ended up on his knees, looking up through the valley of her breasts. "Huh. I guess I did almost lose it for a moment there. Yeah, I'm good. I'm 33, healthy, I live on Earth, and my Q girlfriend is currently five thousand pounds and taking up my entire bedroom. Did I miss anything?"
"I'm a-c-t-u-a-l-l-y ninteen-thousand seven-hundred-and-eighty pounds. Now, do you want to keep making fat jokes, or do you want to have some fun? Come give me a kiss." She smirked, watching him waste no time trying to climb between her breasts and towards her face. She let him crawl a little, then playfully jostled her torso, making his balance difficult, then she pushed her left breast with her hand, crashing him into her right one. "Hmm, will you look at that." She pressed harder into her tit. "It's a Conner sandwich."
He laughed, as he struggled to regain his crawl, and threw her a saucy taunt. "If you're trying to apologize for lying to me for our entire relationship, it is absolutely totally working." He expected to continue towards her lips, but her breasts again came together, smashing his crotch into one fleshy mound, while the other enveloped him from behind.
"Hey wise guy. For me, doing laundry, creating a planet, and fulfilling your every sexual fantasy for eternity are all equally trivial, so maybe you aught to show that very engorged, very sensitive nipple a little respect." She expected him to respond, and yet the zest and zeal with which he grabbed for her flesh and munched down with his lips and even his teeth, somewhat surprised her. "That's better." To reward him, she started jostling her breast against his back, and in turn rubbing him against her other breast.
Conner almost laughed as the hyperbole of it all. His whole body was being tit fucked by her, and the bigger her motions became, the more he struggled to keep his lips on her nipple. "Uhhh," he moaned, as her machinations rubbed his cock into her flesh. He wrapped his free arm over the top of her breast, and bucked himself into her, quickly accelerating the stimulation. "Ohh. My fucking. God. Uhh. Uhh. I can't believe... How good this... Fuck. Fuck. It feels so good. Amanda, you have ruined me."
"Ohh? I don't like the word ruined. How about spoiled?" As she continued humping him between her tits, she checked in on his neural ring, noticing it had calmed down a little. She wondered what she should do next, and smirked with an idea. "The Q Continuum insists we can't have relationships with physical beings, that we can only take them as pets. I think there a bunch of arrogant pricks, but something tells me you might not hate that idea. What do you think? Would you like to be my very spoiled human pet? I promise you can live out your entire life with me, but I'll warn you, now that you know what I am, I won't be very good at pretending we're equal anymore."
"Uhhh," he softly moaned, only half processing what she was saying as the stimulation slowly accelerated. "Was that a proposal? Fuck. I think this... shit. This might be considered duress, but hell yes. Fuck. Ohh my... I can't. Shit." Suddenly the sensation in his crotch went from satisfying rubbing, to an envelopment of stimulation. His entire cock felt like it was wrapped in wet, and warm, and ice, and friction, and vibration all at once. "What the... uhhh..what is... ohh. my. ohh. shit. A. Man. Da!"
"What my pet? Do you like that? I bet you want to know what is going on." She could feel him involuntarily bucking between her huge tits, and sense his eyes rolling back in their sockets -- and she knew why. She'd moved beyond external stimulation, and was touching his nerves directly. She could have dropped the entire physical rouse she had created, and projected it all directly into his mind. However, using the real world had certain fidelity advantages she liked. She offered an explanation. "I can see, touch, and change anything in the physical world, including that wonderful bundle of nerve fibers leading from your penis to your spinal column. I guess I'm kind of like a celestial multidimensional vibrator. This is the slow setting... and this is the speedy setting."
"Awwww!" he cried out. Conner already thought he couldn't take any more of this, then the intensity seemed to double or triple. It was like every sensation from every climax he'd ever had, was happening simultaneously, and continuously. "Ohh my, ohh my, ohh my, ohh my, ohh my," once he started saying it, he couldn't stop. The thought entered his mind that maybe he had had enough, maybe he wanted it to end. Then he wondered if she would even let it. Then he longed for it to end. "Ohh my, ohh my. Please. Please. Please. Ama. Ama. Ama. Ama."
"I will warn you, I can read certain signals, but I can't read your mind. So right now I'm guessing you're either wanting this never to end, or your finally ready for it to end. I guess if I'm truly going to keep you as a pet, as objectionable as that is to me, I should get use to making that decision myself. Well, I think I've waited long enough to get what I want out of this relationship. So here it goes. She reached into his mind, wrapping herself around his pleasure centers, slowed down time, and released the inhibitors stopping him from climaxing. It only took a millisecond for his release to begin, and tens of seconds for it to play out, but to her, it was a sexual symphony of eternal proportions. Not quite the same thing as touching another Q, but it had an appeal all it's own. When she came back to present, she was panting along with him, though the human action was an expression of her emotional state, not a genuine physiological reaction.
"Shit. Amanda." He panted a few more breaths, and then laid on his back, each of his arms draped over one of her huge breasts. "I honestly don't know how I'm going to ever handle reality after this. I am lying between four hundred pound breasts, after having been stimulated over the edge for I don't know how long. How do I do anything normal now? Buy groceries? Go to work. Holy shit."
"They are actually 738.4 pounds each, and I see we're back to the fat jokes." They both let out a gentle chuckle. "Seriously though, I hope that pet stuff wasn't going to far. I kinda thought you might like it, but I still want you to be my real boyfriend."
He turned, crawled an arm length, and gently kissed a plush bottom lip the size of a couch cushion. "Amanda, quite honestly, I don't think either of us is going to be very good at pretending we're equal anymore, but I'm okay with that. I'm willing to figure it out if you are. I just really hope you meant what you said about staying with me, because I think if I had to go from experiencing this, back to normalcy, I would seriously lose my mind."
"I meant every word." She wondered if this was part of what the Continuum meant when they talked about taking pets. It wasn't a hard promise for her to make, as his natural lifespan, assuming she didn't intervene, was a mere spec in her eternity. However, she could see how if a less disciplined Q bored with a physical being, they might be unable to cope. And pretty much all Q were less disciplined, because they didn't value truth, or promises, or anything beyond the whim they were currently indulging. Then a scarry thought occured to her. She could predict what she would be like in a year, or a decade, or even a hundred years, but a millenia? Thousands of millenia? Maybe the state of most living Q wasn't how they started, but how they ended up. She'd have to think more deeply on this in the future.
idea -> maybe the next morning should be "back to normal" (her solarium cycle urges are not that strong yet)
Amanda confirms the night before happened, but when he tries to get frisky and suggests a morning session, she reminds him that he wanted to retain some elements of normalcy, like his job
all day at work, he can't stop daydreaming about her... and she can't stop thinking about him...
they start sexting.... she asks if he wants to meet for a quick lunch.. he asks where, and then when he walks through a door, he finds himself 'abducted' by her for a little infatuated lovers moment
...to a beach resort, where he has to search around to find amanda, cute and sexy by the pool (pic)
when he gets home, she's dressed much sexier than he's used to. (pic)
"now that i know so much about what you like, it's a bit hard not to!"
then she proceeds to distract him with incremental enhancements
morning wake up - she's shrunk him, so she can still be big while they fit in the bed (pic, pic, pic, pic, pic, pic, pic, pic)
The next morning, Connor fades into alertness, groggy (hungover?), getting flashes of imagery from the night before. He indulges himself for a minute, bits and pieces coming back to him. (realizing he was in a waking dream, her growing taller in front of him, climbing up her crotch, and being humped into giantess breasts) he starts to get aroused, and wonders if he can get amanda into some morning action..
he feels her warm body, breath above his head, and weight on him, immediately confused about what is happening. Her arm and body are not just draped over him, they are pinning him down. He tries to move, but is barely able to squirm beneath her. He struggles to understand what he's seeing. It looks like her shoulder, and seems like she's spooning over him, only she's gigantic. He gently calls out her voice, quivering, "Aahh-man-dah?" As she begins to stir, it becomes even more obvious how big she is around him.
"Mmmm," she simultaneously kisses and brushes her thumb against his tiny head, before lifting some of her weight off him and trying to find his eyes. "Morning sweetie. How did you sleep?" The look of shock on his face tells her he doesn't exactly remember what's going on, which she finds endearing. "We sure had some fun last night, didn't we?" She teases.
Conner looks up at her plush oversize lips, realizes the pressure pinning down his right arm isn't someone sitting on him, but is actually her giant breast, and he starts to feel a rush of sensation flood through him. "Aaah-man-dah? I remember... I remember... holy crap. That actually happened? It wasn't a dream?" Not waiting for the answer to his question, he reached up to touch her. He started with her arm, which felt warm and soft but like an immovable tree trunk, but it didn't take him long to feel drawn to the shape of her oversize breast, thiny draped in fabric.
"Yeah, not a dream." Even as she answered, his attention seemed elsewhere, and in just a moment his hand had drifted and was gently pushing into the side of her tit. She playfully scolded him, "no good morning, no how are you honey, no thanks for the fucking amazing sexual giantess fantasy, just skipping right to feeling me up, eh?" She let him have another few seconds, then rolled onto her back, casually bringing him with and laying him on her chest.
He felt hoisted quickly, and found himself lying awkwardly atop her; his crotch pushed high in the air by her breast, and his face smashed into her neck. He struggled to right himself, "I'm sorry, I just. It's so hard to resist." Once on his hands and knees, he looked around and felt a fearful rush run through him. Amanda wasn't giant, well, she was to him, but from the look of his bed, and the room around them, she was fairly normal sized. However, he was incredibly small so everything seemed huge. The pillows, the bed, the nightstand. He tried to remain calm, but there was an obvious quiver in his voice. "Uhh, honey. Why am I three feet tall?"
"Ohh that," Amanda chuckled. "Well. You fell asleep on top of me. You seemed so calm and happy I didn't want to wake you, but it seemed awkward to sleep crammed into a room I couldn't even lie down in. Not that I 'sleep' really, well, it's just different for me, but anyhow, the bed seemed more comfortable. So here we are, and well, I was pretty sure you wouldn't mind." He was on all fours straddling over her tits in a way that made him look so playfully cute, and her feel so sexy. She reached in and gave his nerves a little stroke. She couldn't help herself.
Conner startled, arching his back and exhaling hard as a wave of sensation ran through his crotch and spine. It was one thing to have Amanda wake him up with some heavy petting in the morning, it was another thing when she didn't even have to touch him to do it. "Aaah--Aahh-man-dah. Wa--it.." It wasn't that he didn't like it, but he was still waking up, still processing, and she as coming on so strong.
"What baby? You slept a good seven hours, you should have at least a little for me." She played with the sensations. Twisting and shifting the waves she injected into his nerve fibers. At the same time, she peered into his mind, connected with his arousal, and let her Solarium Cycle indulge itself. "Mmm, yes Conner, you love it don't you? Mmm, it feels so good to make you feel good." She didn't actually know what 'she' was, but she felt her entire being vibrating. In an act of mimicry, she made her human body respond to it, her nipples hardening, her breast swelling slight, and wetness coating both her mouth and her sex. She lost herself a little, pushing a big surge through him.
Conner didn't know what happened. One moment he was straddled atop her, enduring amazing waves of sensation. Failing to muster the strength to ask her to stop, not because it wasn't amazing, but because he just didn't feel ready for it. Then everything went black and he was lying flat against her, his body tense, contorted, and a little sore. "Wha.. What happened?"
"Oops, sorry sweetie. I got a little carried away." She pulled back, fighting the urges within her, until she was giving him nothing more than a gentle stroking. But ohh my did she want more. She realized that if she wasn't careful, she might trigger a synaptic storm that could seriously harm, or even kill him. "Q was right, this is much harder than I thought. Okay. Let's take a break before this goes too far."
Again he felt everything go dark, but differently this time. There were pinpoints of light, almost like stars, and her perceived flashes in his periphery, though when he tried to look, there was nothing there. Then suddenly, his eyes were awash with light. It took him a moment to process reality. He was sitting at the kitchen table, clothed, there was the smell of fresh eggs and bacon from plates on the table, and Amanda was across from him, looking pretty close to her normal size. Though she did have an unusually sexy glow about her -- her hair perfectly straight and wind-swept, her face gently blushed, and the curve of her chest a little more pronounced than he was used to.
"Breakfast?" She reached for her silverware, digging into the eggs with an unusual amount of determination.
It took Conner a few more moments, and he picked up his fork and took a bite with a little trepidation. It wasn't that this new reality he was struggling to handle wasn't amazing. It was. However, Conner suddenly felt like he had no control over anything. He didn't even have the luxury of pulling on his pants and walking himself to the kitchen table. "While I really had fun last night, doing my laundry, bathing, clothing, and feeding me might be going a bit too far." He had meant it to be playful, but he realized a bit of his frustration leaked through.
"Ohh?" She responded, a little surprised at his critical tone. "I know you don't actually like doing any of those things, so you can't be complaining that I did them for you. It feels like you're trying to fight with me. Are you trying to fight with me?" Her question was mostly rhetorical as she puzzled out what was going on. When she was pretending to be human, she viewed animosity as a fun little game, where she had to pretend to be equally upset, to balance the relationship and convince him he could influence her. However, it didn't seem like that ruse would work anymore, or at least she didn't want to continue it.
"Ohh, I see. You're trying to upset me, to establish our connection and equality. I warned you, that things wouldn't feel very equal anymore. I'm not going to fight with you." She puzzled for another moment. She wanted him to feel better, but if she rewarded him for being rude, he'd just be more rude. She drifted off on a research expedition, mapping other parts of his mind through time, and came back with just the tool she needed. She pushed loss, and longing -- making him feel like his comment had pushed them apart. "Now, tell me why you did it, so we can fix it."
"Uhh," Conner felt his body slump. He suddenly felt horrible. Like he'd lost Amanda, even though she was sitting right there. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to fight. I just. I don't expect things to be equal, but can I at least put on my own pants?" He felt the edges of his lips curl downward
"Conner, this is not about the pants. It's about social status expectations evolved in Earth's animal brains over millions of years." Amada sighed, some of Q's warnings finally coming into focus. She tried to think of a way to explain it to him. "Before yesterday, I played a role, acting the way you expect a human to act, so you feel comfortable. But that also means hiding what I really am. Last night you said you wanted to be with the real me, but the real me doesn't run on ATP and doesn't make choices based on minimizing work. From my perspective I didn't do any of those things for you, I just choose to join you in this moment, right here, and it exists.
"It's really hard for me to mix these two ways of being, which is why I originally decided to hide what I am and come to Earth to live as a human." She looked at his face, and could tell her explanation wasn't really penetrating. "I guess what I'm trying to say, is that I can go back to acting like your normal human girlfriend, where you can feel like you upset me, and get comfort that I let you. Or you can have the real me, and all the sexual fantasies and egg-and-bacon breakfasts we can imagine, but you won't be in control. You can't be, because I'm the one who's Q."
"As your very spoiled human pet." He regretted saying it as soon as it came out. "I'm sorry. I just don't get why you I can't be with the real you, but still put on my own pants." He didn't want to be mean, but it really was how he felt. A moment later, he felt even worse. Was he driving her away? This was what breakups felt like. He didn't want to break up with her, but at this point, he didn't even feel like he could stop it.
"Conner," she said in a very parental tone, "It's not about the pants. Of course sometimes you'll put on your pants. Most of the time you'll put on your pants. But this fight you are trying to have with me would happen about something else. In the fantasy I made for you last night, I effectively reviewed decades of your life to try and figure out what you wanted. However, I'm also a conscious being, and I want things, and when I create what I want, like this breakfast, you're going to feel like you have no control - because you have no control.
"I suppose there is a third option, which is for me to only use my Q nature to do things I think you want, but I refuse to do that. I don't want to be your slave anymore than you want to be mine. However, we're getting in the weeds here. Human social emotions are complicated. In this case, you really just need to make a choice. Do you want to live a life with the real me, exploring your wildest dreams, but also being subject to mine? Or do you want to have a normal girlfriend - me or someone else if you prefer. I refuse to make that choice for you, I refuse to make you into my pet the way other Q do. Though once you choose, I can help you feel happy about that choice."
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Conner stood in frustration, stomping across the room. "I just feel like I've already lost you. I feel like we're falling apart, and you're just sitting there, telling me it's fine if I want another girlfriend. How can you say that to me? Don't you care at all?"
"Conner, stop. Of course I care about you." She shook her head. This situation was falling apart faster than she had imagined. She wanted Conner to choose the real her, but was that even possible? She considered pretending to be human, giving him a fight that would let him feel like she was afraid to lose him. But how was that manipulation different than any other?
The night before, she'd playfully proposed to him, and he'd accepted. Should she accept that as his choice, or was the fantasy she created just as much of a manipulation. She realized he actually had no choice. What he would do was entirely in her control, based on how she wanted to lead him. It was an infuriating feeling. She realized it was entirely her choice, and there was no way out of it. She thought back over their relationship, their courting, their struggles, and realized it had always been mostly her choice. If she had decided to act differently, love differently, fight differently, they wouldn't be together.
Amanda suddenly had a huge thought that made her laugh. There is an amazing lack of control in always being in control. How could she like Conner if he was just an extension of her will? She thought over touching moments with him, those moments where they connected most, looking for why she was even here, why she was still semi-human. Afterall, she could just as easily disappear and be halfway across the Galaxy. The more moments she remembered, the more she became convinced there was something real there. His essence, his consciousness. He wasn't a thing. He was unpredictable. Whatever she did, he responded to, and created new challenges from. And for some reason, of all the humans she'd deliberately spent time with, it was his unpredictability she liked best. So she made the choice.
"Conner," she stood and addressed him, more calmly, releasing the sense of loss she'd pushed into him. "What I've done here was a little unfair. I didn't realize that I was expecting too much from you. I'm sorry. I want to be with you, and I can make you really happy. I think things might have been simpler if the last twenty four hours had never happened, and I just pretended to be human for all your days. However, that's not what happened, and even if I rip time to try and erase it, I can't change your essence. Your consciousness will never let go of it. So here we are. Come here, you're going to be my boyfriend, my partner, my pet, whatever it turns out to be, and you're going to be very happy."
Conner was very confused. He felt a little better, but something still felt very wrong. "But Amanda," he started to retort but felt a pang of loss so big he stopped short.
"No Conner. I don't want you to fight anymore, I want you to come here." She watched him take a halfstep backwards. She expected it. He was still fighting for a dominance he couldn't ever have. She pushed loss, and a hint of pain, and he winced back to where he was. "Conner, I want to love you, and cherish you, and care for you for all of your days." She held out her hand. "Come to me." As soon as he leaned into a hesitant step, she removed the loss and pushed love, and calm, and a hint of pleasure. His face immediately brightened, as he took another step, and another, quickening his pace as her injected neural stimulus told him he was doing the right thing.
"Ohh Amanda," he exclaimed, wrapping into an embrace, as he started to sob with job with joy. Then he kissed her, not sexually, but with a magical "ohh my god I thought I lost you forever" kind of kiss. It felt so good to touch her, to have her receive him. He didn't know how they had started fighting but he never wanted it to happen again. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened."
"It's okay. It was my fault." She leaned away and brushed his hair intimately. "I thought you didn't understand, but I was the one who didn't understand. Everything is going to be okay now. Did you have enough breakfast?" She asked suggestively, already knowing the answer. She could have just injected the necessary nutrients into his body, but she was trying to exercise restraint.
"Not really," he chuckled, his eyes still tearing. She led him back to the table, pulling her chair over to sit close to him. He wiped his face with a napkin, and forked at the food, a little self conscious of how intently she regarded him. "Amanda?" He said in between bites. "I have so many questions." She nodded back. "If you can do anything, be anything, make anything, how do you decide?"
"Starting with the easy ones, I see." She smiled, offering up nothing more as he put the final bits of food down. "I honestly can't say, but I think it's going to get a bit easier now. Take last night. I had fun getting taller and sexier, and I felt so powerful when even my tits were much bigger than you and you had to climb up to reach them. Which is pretty surprising considering what I can actually do, I've made entire planets and felt less excited. I never would have thought of, or enjoyed any of that without you."
"I guess I never thought of it that way." He tried to pretend what she was saying was normal, but entire planets? He'd been dating the girl sitting across from him for the better part of two years, and been in all kinds of situations and discussions with her, and he thought she had trouble making good coffee. Certainly she wasn't human, as the last twenty-four hours could attest, but maybe she was exaggerating. "Planets? Really? That seems a little far fetched." He playfully challenged.
"Even if I wanted to show you, it would be hard for you to grasp. Afterall, what is a planet to a human if you don't live on it for your whole life? It's just a spec in the sky. You're lucky I'm not like other Q. I have a feeling they would respond to insolence like that with punishment. However, I find your banter entertaining. Plus, the things that impress you are much more fun."
Conner chuckled. He couldn't disagree with that.
???? how does this scene end ????
how is connor going to go to work?
where next?
as he tries to deal with reality, her solarium cycle causes her want to tease her 'pet' a little too much. she gets sexually impatient and abducts him from work to see her 20 feet tall in a huge bathtub (pic)
when he complains that it's too hard to handle shifting gears from work to this and back, she 'fixes' his reality -- making him wealthy, not need a job
he tries to come to grips with the changes to reality.. he's not exactly complaining, but he doesn't understand where it ends. maybe the pet thing isn't a joke, and she just can't handle him being an independent being... which he's not totally against, but he'd like to figure out exactly what their relationship is one way or the other.
she understands the problem, and tries to work with him to setup some "ground rules" that give him independence. (like him agreeing before she takes on sexual fantasy personas, or changing his job or life or house)
she quickly finds living within the ground rules difficult, and starts angling for ways to rile him up.
eventually she changes the entirety of society into 7' women, except for her.
at first she jokingly feigns ignorance, teasing him for looking at other women, but agreeing they are hot.
she even explains that he can 'have' any one of them, she's not a human woman, she's an interdimensional being, and she doesn't get jealous
when he doesn't bite, she pushes a bit, encouraging a gorgeous woman to get uncontrollably turned on by him, and not give up until he's seduced the both of them
they have an 'interesting' escapade with the woman (where she gets her solarium cycle fix)
after, he pushes and she finally 'confesses' that of course it's her doing. she found it frustrating that he could only experience his fantasy when he 'agreed', so she had to use other means. (he points out that she didn't change herself, which she reminds him is because she's not allowed to... and then asks if he will allow her to change herself, to "fit into society")
he feels trapped, tries to make humor, and she apologizes, blaming it on her solarium cycle, remininding him that she warned it would be hard for things to remain equal, and pleading with him to let her indulge more, at least until the cycle is over.
"fine", he agrees. / she escorts them to somewhere semi-private. "thank you, and i'm sorry," she confesses, turning herself into a 7'2" boxum goddess. / "Uhm... i'm not exactly complaining. You look incredibly hot." / "Ohh yeah? Well come here, I have something special for you." She pulls down her tank top, bringing her nipple to his lips, and to his surprise as he suckles he finds a warm sweet fluid fill his mouth. At first he pulls away, "what the?", lapping his tongue, and trying to understand what he's tasting. Then the rush hits him, something he can't quite explain, but he knows he has to have more. He quickly reached out, grabbing her tit, and sucking firmly, desperate for more fluid. / "I told you, I'm sorry." Then she peered into him, wrapping herself around his pleasure centers, "Mmm. Yes, that's what I need. Mmm, more. More. Uhh..." She let it go on for a few minutes, then she let the flow stop. "Thank you, that's enough for now." Only he didn't stop sucking, he just kept desperately trying to get the fluid. "Ohh, I know, I know sweetie. You want more. As long as you don't mind me staying like this, human society staying like this, you can have more every hour or so. Does that sound good?"
"Every hour? I can't have any more now? Please. It tastes so good. It feels so good." He pushed at her other breast, trying to start more release, but nothing came.
"No, no more now. You can have more after you give me what I need. Will you consent to my touch, all day long, whenever i need it, just until my solarium cycle is over?" She didn't need his consent, but she had promised it, so she held her promise.
"Uhh, I don't understand. How am I supposed to function, if I'm living in sexual rapture all the time?"
"I mean, when you put it that way, I mean, what man would want to live in sexual rapture all the time. What a drag. And well, you don't have to say yes. I promised, only with your consent. Thought if you do, I'll be gracious, and give you another sip right now."
"Shit. This is not how this is supposed to work. It is not fair for you to..." he stopped short as she distracted him by putting her finger to her nipple and wetting it with a few drops. She held her finger close enough for him to smell it, and he couldn't help but take it in his mouth to taste it. Moments later he felt the rush. "Fuck. Amanda." He reached out and tried to latch onto her tit, but she held him at arms length. "I can't help myself, I have to have more."
"Do you? Well, you know how to get it." She materialized a glass into her hand, and held it to her nipple, silvery fluid filling it like a draft tap. He lunged for it, but she was impossibly fast in thwarting his attempt. "Nuh uh. You know what I want to hear."
"Yes, yes, you can. Please just give me..." he hadn't even finished his sentence when he felt he touch reach into him and ignite him with sexual stimulation. "