Major Characters
Todd Andrews - protagonist - 24yo 5'10" male, no college, carpenter, door heightening business is booming
Jed - 24yo, Todd's old friend who went off to college, and didn't visit home much anymore
Minor Characters
Art - Todd's electrician friend, 30. Get's called in on jobs. He's married, but a closet admirer.
Simon - Todd's construction friend, 28. he's still working at the company he left. He's NOT an admirer.
Long-Arc Characters...
Diana (Daisy) - antagonist - 18yo female (5'5" -> 7'5") - brunette "little" sister of Todd's old friend Jed . Their mother died from the virus. Jed drifted away from the family, and her relationship with her dad is 'weird' since the change. (inspiration, 9'2" vs 6'3", or 8'4" w/heels vs 5'10")
When ted runs into her after the change, she's 7'5" and a dyed redhead.
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Tessa - 22yo blond, Todd's high-school ex g/f, (5'7" -> 6'4")
self-absorbed, abuser, lier
Jordan Carver
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STANDING HAIR - surprisingly wealthy home of an at home carrier hair-stylist who does "standing hair". Mild mannered clients come-and-go, seeming normal except for a bit of awkwardness on their part. Until she offers to do his hair... Turns out "standing hair" is a bit of a euphamism for much more than a haircut. (raised standing pedistal, provocative outfit, man-handling and teasing him as she trims his hair). She's surprised he's never had standing-hair before, and gives him quite the talkative intro.
he shows up to a large ranch home... the job is odd, because she wants him to leave the front door, and several other doors normal size. it turns out this is 'for effect' with her clients.
maybe she forgot he's the contractor, and just greets him as if he was a standing-hair client?
ONE OF THREE - three mid-20s girlfriends from a very small town reunite after college. One of them became a carrier but is trying to hold onto old friendships, tensions result in the two "left behind".
Characters
Katerina (Kathy) - "reserved" - 7'2"/C/220lbs (6'2" to her chin) - Indian descent, black 'pinned' hair, tight but full-coverage clothing, fashion glasses (to keep the boys away) (pic) (pic)
Suzanne (Suzy) - "fun, short, and busty" - 5'5"/DD/115lbs, blonde (pic)
Nina - "slim and cute, but homey and pugnozed" - 5'7"/B/115lbs (pic)
Setup
Todd called in to update a rental unit. carrier has been heckling the landlord for months about it.
Nina and Suzy are "cute", but really don't hold a candle to Kathy's carrier-enhanced beauty.. but Kathy hides it as best she can
Todd witnesses the boyfriends of the other two girls swooning over the carrier, and the frustration of the other girls. carrier says it's "not her fault"
--- eventually this leads to Todd and Kathy's "private moment" ...
carrier confides in Todd "you must be around carriers alot". He shares his perspective. That he doesn't see many carriers with non-carrier girlfriends, unless they are admirers. That confuses the girl, leading to an awkward conversation where Todd has to spell out how some carriers keep same-sex admirers, even if they aren't necessarily lesbian.
Todd's surprised at her mis-impressions about admirers. She kinda thinks they are like stalkers. He's surprised to find out she hasn't ever had an admirer partner, and she's embarassed that her attempts at 'normal' relationships haven't really worked out that great. Her boyfriend from before her transition and her used to fight all the time, until he admitted he just couldn't be around a carrier. Todd chuckles, and comments how that's "obvious". which makes her really curious. She starts asking awkwardly direct questions about admirers, and what they are.
Todd struggles to find the words... admirers are people who ... are motivated to be around carriers. (well, my ex wanted to be around me, until he didn't.) No, I mean, they are drawn to carriers. It's almost a kind of magnetism. Don't tell me you've never had someone offer to buy you something, or take care of something for you. (ohh sure, tons of times. I just feel like they want something.) Well, they do, but it's just to be around you. Admirers get a certain, chemical rush, from being close to carriers. (You mean they get horney and rude. Yeah, I've seen my share of that at the bars. my ex and I used to fight about them all the time. He thought it was me. First it was my clothes, then it was the things I said. It wasn't my fault these guys would stare at me all the time.) No, it certainly wasn't your fault, but you also wouldn't have that problem with an admirer partner. An admirer understands why carriers get attention. In fact, it can be a playful game carriers use to get their admirer partners riled up. Some carriers take it a bit far though, using it for a power trip.
(Yes, I once read an article about how easy it is to get admirers to do anything. I tried it once. My ex and I were fighting on the street, and I was mad at him. He stormed away, and an admirer asked me if I was okay, asked if I needed anything. I told him I needed someone to punch that jerk. At first he just looked puzzled, then I did what the article said. I stepped in close. I mean, I didn't touch him or anything, I just stood a couple inches from him. Close enough that he had trouble looking me in the eye. Come to think of it, I remember the feeling, his eyes wandered a bit and he seemed to almost tremble, like he was afraid of me. Then I just said it again, I needed someone to punch that jerk. He stood there a moment, then he turned, headed for my ex, and and took him across the jaw. I was pretty shocked, and I can't have looked happy about it. That's when he took off running. )
Todd was nodding and shaking his head. "Yes, well. I told you, it's a chemical reaction. He wasn't afraid though. It's a rush, a feeling of danger, bravado, of being alive -- almost like adrenalin. Most admirers get a moderate reaction from just close proximity. A strong enough reaction is almost like trance or hypnosis."
(Hmm.) She puzzled for a bit, as if processing. Todd hammered in a few more finishing nails. (I'm really glad I met you. This is so fascinating, and you seem to know an awful lot about it. I'm curious, are you one of them? Guess it makes sense you would be, running a business putting in bigger doors for carriers.)
"Just to be clear, I don't run around getting rude and horny." Todd hoped the joke covered his momentary discomfort. It was always an awkward moment, when a carrier found out you were an admirer. You just never knew exactly how they would react -- which of them would go on a power-trip. It's why admirers didn't run around with signs painted on them. Todd hammered in another two finishing nails.
(It happens to you then too? Just from proximity? You get the chemical rush thing, like that guy?) Todd stalled, hammering in another nail. The conversation was much more comfortable when it wasn't about him. In truth, he was feeling a tiny reaction right now, from the way she was confronting him. He finally turned to answer.
"It depends, but in general, yes, all admirers get a reaction like that from a carrier." Todd could see the gleam in her eye, and his hairs stood on end. Suddenly her interest in this had gone from intellectual to experimental. Most carriers learned about their affect on admirers gradually, during their physical transformation. This girl was fully developed without a clue of her true power. He wanted to caution her. "Just remember, it's not something either party has full control over."
She stood and started to approach him. She was almost strutting, and donning a dangerous smile, "I see." Todd tried to get back to his work, but as she playfully stepped around the ladder, Todd felt his posture change, his body already reacting to her dominance. She seemed to notice. "Don't worry, I'm not going to be one of *those* girls. I'm just curious." He tried to act normal, to position another nail, but he felt his hand shaking. "Wow, it's happening to you right now. This is so weird and cool!" He turned to see that even five steps up, he was only a head taller.
She placed her hand on the ladder, an inch from his leg. "I was planning to ask how you feel, having me this close, but I can kind of just tell. You know? It makes me feel kind of... more confident. Like I can tell if I just..." Her fingers barely brushed his leg, but it was enough to demand his full attention. His body stiffened, knowing how she could push his buttons, knowing without the ladder she'd dwarf him by almost eighteen inches. "Is this bothing you? Would you like me to stop so you can get back to work?" Her fingers playfully continued testing her effect on him.
Todd felt trapped. As his eyes fell down her perfect carrier body, he couldn't remember what question he was answering, let alone how their conversation came to this. He was equally curious and worried where this might lead. Finally he shook his head, semi unbalanced. "No...no...It's quite all r-right. I can take a little b-break." His voice wavered more than he expected.
"Ohh, playing it cool are we? Alright. How about you step down off that ladder?" He wanted to, but he hesitated. "Go ahead, step down." Todd turned, carefully backing down the steps. When he reached the ground, Todd was overwhelmed by her presence. Her chest inches from his chin, her shoulders blocking his view, and above that her playful smile looking down at him. "I almost feel drunk. Like I might do or say anything." Her hand fell on his shoulder, and she moved very close, gently pinning him against the wall. "I'm not normally this forward, but I can see you don't mind at all." He felt her knee brush his leg as a thumb playfully drew across his neck. "My roomate's boyfriends are admirers, aren't they?"
Todd smiled and snickered, "yes, obviously. Both of them." Her fingers weaved up into his hair. He could smell her scent now. He wanted to put a hand on her. Maybe on her hip, or her thigh, but he thought better of it.
"I knew it. They are no better than my ex, telling me it's me. It's not me, it's them. It's not my fault I'm a carrier. Maybe I should teach them a lesson." Her eyes looked away as she puzzled for a moment. "If I told those boys to kiss me, would they do it? Right in front of their girls?"
Todd coughed. "Kiss you? If they got to kiss you, they'd do pretty much whatever you asked." She smiled, pleased with his answer. But there was something more, he felt her hand just a little more firmly on the back of his neck.
"Hmm, interesting. Maybe I should test that assertion. Maybe on someone who enjoys me being a carrier, instead of complaining about it. Maybe on someone who is helping me understand what this little 'chemical reaction' is all about. Hmm?" Todd could see where this was headed. He nodded, having nothing more to do than stay for the ride. After a pause, she gripped him tighter, "you more than deserve this. Kiss me like it's your last kiss."
She leaned in, one hand firmly holding Todd's head in place. She pressed her lips to his, softly at first, then with a little tongue, then more fervently. The kiss seemed to go on and on, their tongues weaving and dancing more forcefully each moment. Each moment as exciting as it was unexpected. By the time she let go, Todd had to gasp a small breath before emoting, "Whoa!"
"Whoa is right, Todd! I really like this. Though I admit, I can't tell if it's you, or this crazy chemical thing going on. Am I going to feel like this with all admirers?" She was smiling, and he wasn't sure whether that was a genuine question or not.
"It's totally me. One hundred ten percent. Won't be anything like this with any other admirer." He layed on the sarcasm thick, and they were both gismiling ear to ear at each-other. He decided to press his luck, he let his hands fall on her hips. Her body felt solid and divine. She took a half step back and looked down.
"Are you getting fresh with me?" The wince in her face briefly sent a chill through him. Then she softened and smiled. "Kidding! Now mister, before you get back to your job, you're going to march right down there." She pointed her finger down the hallway. Todd's legs were moving before he'd even considered where he was going. "My bedroom is the first on the left. Yes, right there. Head in." She was right behind him, closing the door.
Todd felt this whole thing had turn a very sudden turn. "Are you sure about this? I mean, I know this can all be a bit disorienting at first. Do you want to..." Todd's thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks when he realized she had undone her top two buttons and was headed for the next.
"Are you trying to turn me down?" She headed right for him, pushing him backwards onto the bed. "Because I think you like this." She finished her last few buttons and tossed her shirt aside with determination. Todd was in awe, the sexy look of her topless, a black demi bra cupping her gorgeous breasts. "Besides, you couldn't stop me if you tried." Almost as soon as she's said it, her hand covered her own mouth as if to stop herself, then she smiled, almost excited. "Listen to me! That ex of mine had me all twisted around; thinking it was my fault; denying my impulses. You don't want me to deny who I am, do you?"
First rule of being taken by a beautiful carrier. Agree with her. Todd shook his head as she unbuttoned and dropped her pants to the floor. Todd admired her, standing over the foot of the bed in black bra and panties, as she gestured her hand at him. "How come I'm doing all the stripping? Come on now." He finally came to his senses, and aggressively pulled at his clothing, reaching nakedness in record time.
As they both finished, he admired the way her carrier breasts defiantly held their shape more than normal breasts their size would. "You should know, it's been a while since I've done this." She made a fun show of crawling up onto him. "My ex and I basically stopped having sex when we started fighting, so I might be a little rusty." She reached down, already trying to put him inside her. It was awkward. First she fumbled for him, then she tried to adjust her position. Finally she tried to press him into her, but she was still dry.
Todd finally could see what was happening, she was genuinely inexperienced. "Hold on a sec. Hold on. You're not ready." As he reached for her hands, her face turned sour, like she was bothered. "I mean, it takes a few minutes. Don't get upset, just relax."
"Ugh. What am I doing wrong? I'm not very good at this." She crawled off him to the side, her posture slightly dejected. Todd propped himself up.
"Relax. We just need to warm you up a bit. Get the juices flowing. Trust me, foreplay is a carrier's best friend." Todd leaned in, kissing her neck. As he worked his way down, she laid back. Todd could hardly believe she existed. A carrier with this body, who avoided admirers and hadn't had sex in years? As he kissed, she brushed a hand through his hair, sending chills through his spine. He cupped her breast in his hand, then took her nipple between his lips, flicking and sucking it.
"Mmmm, Todd. I could get used to that!" He felt her body tense, then she pulled at him. A moment later their lips met, and they fervently threshed tongues together. Finally they parted. He gasped for air, as she grabbed for and pulled on his cock. "I want you."
It was not easy to stop a carrier, but she was getting over-eager again. "There's no hurry. Relax. Let me enjoy you a little first." As she reluctantly calmed, he continued his work, kissing over the curve of her breast, down her tummy. He gestured her legs wider, pecking a line of gentle kisses towards her sex.
(Todd, I don't know if...Ahhh.) Her hesitation dissipated as he pressed his tongue down against her clit. He started slowly, teasing, lapping. Increasing his pace. (Ohh Todd. Ohh Todd.) He calmed, pressing his tongue flat as she seemed hyper-sensitive. Then he started again, lapping. (Ohh. That feels good. More please!) Todd was happy to continue. After a few minutes of slow lapping, he sped up again, but she quickly protested. "No, no, I liked it slower. Mmm.. Yes, Like that."
Another minute more, and she started softly moaning with his rhythm. He didn't waver, just continued slowly lapping. Meanwhile, her moans became more and more intense, and he felt her grabbing his butt firmly. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop. Ohh my. Ohh my. Ohh my. Yes.. Yes.. Yes.. Yes!" Her whole body tensed, her hips pumping and shaking as she climaxed. He sat up to see her back arched and eyes closed, reveling in the moment. God she was gorgeous. Especially her tits perched high and round on her chest.
"That, was incredible." Her words were slow and whispy as she drifted back to present. "That's the first time anyone ever... licked my clit." She chuckled and had a funny smile about her. "It's so weird to hear myself talk like that. It's kind of fun, but I don't know where it's coming from." Todd knew exactly where it was coming from. It was the carrier bravado. Scientists suspected it to be part hormonal, part pheromonal, and neurological; it was the confidence carriers drew from admirer reactions. Hers was clearly on the rise.
"This is fun too." At first Todd wasn't sure what she meant. He was too enthralled watching the way her deep breathing caused her chest to rise and fall. She exaggerated her motions, and he realized *that* was what she meant. "You can't stop watching, can you?" She brought a hand across her body, cupping and slowly moving her own breast back and forth. "Now it's here, now there, now here, now there. It's the amazing hypnotic boob!" She giggled, enjoying the way she commanded Todd's attention. "Enough staring. Come here. Suck my tit." She reached out, pulling his head to her chest. "My ex never liked me telling him what to do, but you like it, don't you Todd? Yea, right there. The nipple." She slipped her arms behind her head, posing as if she was sunning on a lounge chair. "Mmm. I like that -- gently stimulating. Don't forget the other one."
Todd could tell the chemicals were making her more than a little drunk. He defiantly propped himself up, smiling. "Enjoying yourself a little too much, are we?" She playfully curled her lip at him.
"Too much? Ohh no. I'm just getting started. Mmmm." She spread her legs wider, and Todd watched her hands rub her inner thighs. "What you did felt sooo good, Todd.. I want you to do it again!" She pulled at her labia. "Get down there. Lick my pussy Todd." Looking at her body, carrier-sized, naked and spread eagle, Todd was ready to ram himself in and ride her. Still, he couldn't deny her. He started to fall, kissing up her thigh, until he was again deep in her sex.
"Mmmm. You're so good at that." Her hand fell on his head, holding and encouraging him. Long pauses between her slow words. "I bet you have - lots of - practice. Uhhhh. Does that - make you a - man slut? Do you - bed - every carrier that - bats her eyes at you? Mmmm. I bet you do." Todd could tell her questions were rhetorical, that she was just having fun. He decided to tease her back. He quickly flicked his tongue, then sucked hard on her clit to calm her down. "Uhh. Uhh. Uhh. MMmmmm. Todd. More. Give me more. Uhh. Uhh. Uhh. Mmmmm. Yes. More." He could feel her hips getting edgy, moving. He picked up the pace, licking and flicking her closer to climax. She pressed his head down hard, and he struggled to keep his tongue in place. A moment later she convulsed, "Uhhhhhh. Yes yes yes. Yes. Ohhh. Ohhh. Shhhh." Her body went limp underneath him, and he came up for air.
"So tell me Todd," her eyes were still closed, her head still tilted back, "what do carriers usually do for you? Do they ...
... ????
YOUNG PRINCESS - college age carrier daughter (mom and dad are normals)
Todd shows up to replace some residential doors at a house with 6'8" carrier.
A young woman carrier answers the door, wearing jeans and a stretchy low-cut tank. Towering over him (6'8", 7' in heels), she invites him in, (her language a bit youthful)... she excitedly points out the doors he's going to replace, "i can't wait to stop ducking. do you need anything else?"
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he has questions about the new door height tradeoffs - new doors are 8', ceilings are 8'3" after floor and ceiling drywall. he recommends doing the doors at 7'5" instead, or the molding is going to look funny hitting the ceiling. he says he'll bring one up to 7'5" and she can check it. he goes to get his ladder, and mark the new moulding height. she heads off for some water and says to 'call for jen' when he's ready.
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he has the first door cut to 7'5", calls for her. She shows up and walks up to it pretending it's a threshold, "it feels okay, and I'm heels. how does it look?"
with a little hair-volume, she's pretty close to the door-frame, but she's not going to hit it, "you're not going to hit it, but it's really about how it'll feel. here, let me measure" he leans in to measure what he can already easily eyeball as about 3", but what he's really noticing is the amazing view down her cleavage. "Yup, you have about 3" with those heels on, so normally you'd have what, 8 to 9 inches?" he was used to carriers accentuating their height with unusually tall heels. Really though, he was just buying more time to stare down her shirt -- while she was staring off to the side.
She laughed, "These heel's aren't that high, though that's a good point. With my taller ones I'd probably need to duck, but I certainly don't want the molding to look bad just because I wear some tall heels once and a while. What do you think?" She cleared her throat. "Uhm. Mr. Contractor? I'm up here." He realized he was caught in the act still staring down her shirt and snapped his eyes to hers, embarrassed.
"Uhm, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about the cleav--ance, ohh crap, I mean the clearance." She wryly smirked up at him as he stumbled over his words, talking quickly to try to cover his slip-up. "I think 7'5" is your best bet. For sure it's a trade-off, but unless you wear your high heels around all the time, I think it's the way to go." She didn't respond, causing him to worry he was about to lose the job. This was a pretty lucrative gig, so he couldn't afford that. "I'm really sorry about the staring. I need this job. It won't happen again."
Her face relaxed as she chuckled slightly. "You should see the look on your face. Relax. I don't mind. It's part of being a carrier." She reached past him, leaning on the opposite edge of the door frame. Her posture was more relaxed and flirtatious at the same time. "As for the cle-ar-an-ce, I trust your expert judgement."
The way she was posed opened her neckline even further, and he found it literally impossible to prevent his eyes from darting for glances down her shirt. "Besides, I can see you're *obviously* an -admirer-." Her identifying him as such caught him off-guard. The term was the polite, almost flirtatious moniker for those who were drawn to and idolized carriers, like moths to a flame. Impolite terms being 'supplicant', or simply 'supp'.
"If you do a really really good job," she shifted her weight slightly, seemly enjoying his struggle not to look, "maybe i'll let you admire some more." Despite being at a higher vantage point than her due to the step-ladder, he started to feel pinned into a corner with nowhere to go. Just then he heard someone coming from the other room.
"Jennifer!?" His voice was stern and gruff. "What did I tell you about distracting the contractors. This man charges by the hour, let him do his work!" The man who came through the door looked to be easily in his mid fifties. Her posture changed quickly as she turned to face him.
"But D-aaa-D!? I didn't *do* anything. I was just tal-king!" The adolescent whine that came out of her with the sexy flirtation that had just been going on. How young was she, and what did she mean by 'do anything'? Her father was close enough now to see she easily had more than a foot of height on him. "He wanted to measure, make sure the height was right." He eyed up at her suspiciously.
"Alright. I don't want to see any funny business. I'm sure he's thirsty, why don't you go get him some water?" With that she smiled and looked at me briefly before heading for the kitchen. With her out of the room he turned to me. "I apologize for her. Ever since the change she acts like it's her job to constantly flaunt it. I hope she didn't offend you." Todd shook his head. "One day she's going to realize she doesn't have to listen to me , no idea what I'll do then. Anyhow, I'm Zed, we spoke on the phone." He held his hand up and he shook it. "If she gives you any trouble, just hollar."
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CARRIER MISTRESS - kept carrier mistress apartment (man's real wife is a normal, Todd hears and gets dragged into the resulting drama)
Characters
(boyfriend) Stilton - 5'8" 32yo admirer, "buff and sharp"
(stilton's wife) Ellen - 5'10" 35yo fashion family heiress, "
(carrier) Carrie Turman - "hot girl next door-ish" 25 - 7'7/250lbs/B (was 5'6", 5'4" to cusp, 6'2" to base of neck) - (pic)
(pool girl) Linda - 7'5"/250/D
she lives in a ritzy co-op building which just went "carrier only", where un-escorted normals are not allowed... a way for carriers to get some privacy. Todd is escorted to the elevator, which is operated by a carrier, who escorts him to the client's door.
Carrie is in a rare situation, "kept" as a carrier... but Stilton is a wealthy admirer, and he doesn't want to divorce his wife (real story is that his wife has the money, and just turns the other cheek at his carrier mistress indigressions)
as Todd works, Carrie recounts her troubles finding a 'good admirer' that will take care of her.. too many want to just be taken care of.
then she met him, and he's so much better. he got her this apartment, buys her clothes, really takes care of her
though sometimes it's hard... he's away for a week, and she just wants to trance a man just to lie next a warm body... she's done it once or twice.. it's hard not to when all she has to do is pick out the right guy and curl her finger... ohh, he has no idea what it's like. how hard it is to resist the power.
"ohh, i have *some* idea." he discloses. She looks at him suspiciously and he realizes he's dangerously close to giving himself away. He tries to cover, "I mean, even just in public, it's become hard not to see the influence carriers have over admirers on a weekly basis. Plus, there's that new show, Looking Down. I've seen a few episodes."
(she talks about how right but 'wrong' the show is)
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Later that week, he arrives to work. The carrier security escort knocks, waits, "she must be out", then as she turns the key, then the door awkwardly pulls open. "Excuse me Miss Turman, I was just letting in your contractor."
"Yes of course. Todd, come in, I was just about to head down to the pool, but I have something I to ask you about." She's wearing an embroidered pool cover-up, split down the middle, barely covering a polka-dot bikini (pic). The security guard nods as she walks away. Carrie heads towards the kitchen, and Todd lazily follows. She picks up a notepad. "I know you're just here to do the doors, but there are some little things to fix around here if you'd like some extra work. Broken kitchen hinge, bathroom leak, those sorts of things. I wrote them down here." She hands him the notepad.
"S-u-r-e..." Random handyman requests are nothing new for his job. They usually don't take more than a few minutes. Todd looks over the list and doesn't see anything time consuming. "No Problem. I should be able to finish up the doors and this list by the end of the day, then I'll be out of your hair."
He wasn't at all prepared for her reaction. She put on a sad face and pouted, "really? Aww.. I was getting used to you dropping by each day. (boyfriend) keeps tabs on me with the doorman, and it gets lonely when he's away on business or," she started to grumble, "tied up with his wife he is this week." She casually strutted up to him, and brushed a finger across his hair. "Sometimes it's nice just to have someone to talk to, ya know? Maybe you could leave your number? Seems like *something* is always breaking around here."
Todd felt his pulse quickening, but if there was one rule in his business, it was don't piss off the boss. Makes billing, complicated. "Uhm. Yup." He reached into his back pocket, "my number is on the paperwork I left on the counter, but here is my card."
"Thanks," she said as she took the card. Her tone trailed off, like she considered saying more but thought better of it. She looked at it carefully before gently slipping it halfway into her bikini top. Todd tried not to read too much into the gesture; not having any pockets, the move might have been merely convenient. However, her demeanor felt somehow ambiguous. She stood there, biting her lip just a little bit before she stepped past him towards the door.
Todd felt like he had dodged a bullet there. He started for the kitchen, where the last threshold needed some final spackling and painting. He heard the door open then shut a little too fast. "Hey Todd!" He turned to see she hadn't left and was headed back over towards him. "I have an idea." She stopped just short, his business card still sticking out of her bikni top. "Actually, I could use your help. It's been three days since I've heard from Stilton, and I'm afraid I'll do something I might regret. Come hang out with me by the pool. Keep me from leaving the building. You'll be doing me a big favor. You can even have poolside drinks on the bossman!"
"Carrie," no matter how many times he'd done it, turning down carriers never got easier, "I don't think that's such a good idea. I'm supposed to be working. And besides, I'm not really dressed for the pool." It sounded even less convincing after he said it. It wasn't exactly a lie, after all, he was dressed in dirty and pain-splotched work jeans and t-shirt. However, the real truth is that as an admirer, he knew he couldn't keep her from doing anything she wanted. Unfortunately, he hadn't put a dent in her enthusiastic smile.
"Great then, it's settled! I'm giving you the day off, and Stilton has a ridiculously large collection of swimsuits you can choose from. Plus, then you'll be back tomorrow, and I won't have to make up a lame excuse to use this." She slipped the card out of her bikini, waving it briefly between them before she set it on the kitchen counter. "Come on, his wardrobe is this way."
Todd watched her body glide past him, the string bikini covering more than holding her petite breasts, and the coverup doing nothing to hide the rest of her perfect body. His body followed like he was pulled by a string. He realized he couldn't have resisted if he wanted to, and he didn't want to. He realized if she turned around right now, just his body language alone would let on that he was an admirer. He needed to cover, act like a machismo. "Okay, fine, but just because you mentioned free drinks."
She stopped in the hall, curling a smile at his joke as she stood at the bedroom door. "His suits are in there, on the left. Pick out anything you like, I'll wait for you in the living room."
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Watching the elevator lights tick between floors, Todd was really beginning to wish he'd found a way out of this one. Every minute he spent near bikini-clad Carrie, she seemed more irresistible. The elevator door opened on an intermediate floor, and he felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him in and briefly bumping his left arm into her hip. He tried to casually adjust, draping his hand around behind her, as if it wasn't sending his bodily chemicals into total overdrive. All he could think about was the feel of her hip through the coverup, and the way his elbow felt lying against her backside -- that is, until he saw why the elevator had stopped.
Two gorgeous carriers dressed in low-cut and overly flattering business attire entered the elevator, eyeing him up before briefly nodding to Todd. They turned, pressing the lobby button, and continued their conversation. "I'm so glad you decided to come join me, Linda. Trancing my way to the top was easy, but it's been hard effectively *managing* eight admirers at once. You can have whatever title you like, CMO, CRO, they do all the work anyway. All you need to do is trance them once a day, and once a month, you give them a tiny taste. Let them dry hump you; let them masturbate while you watch; or for an extra special bonus, give them a handjob. You know.."
"And for that I get this executive apartment, 2% of the company, and that crazy salary you mentioned? Honestly, it's hard to believe work in the big city could be so easy. I guess someone has to keep the troops motivated." She started laughing, and her friend followed. Just then the doors opened to the pool floor.
"Excuse us ladies," Carrie called out, as she gestured me forward and out into the hallway. As the doors closed, Todd felt her hand on his neck, causing hairs to stand and chills to run down his spine. A moment later she snapped it away. "Ohh, I'm sorry. I swear I'm not trying to make a pass at you Todd. It was just instinct. You might not understand, but admirers can get a little confused and overwhelmed when other carriers are in close proximity."
"No no, it's quite alright." Not only did Todd understand, he was feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. He playfully bumped into her hip, "just pals hangin' by the pool right?" He didn't know how long he could keep his act up. She giggled in response, then took a firm hold of his arm and bumped him back much harder than he expected. In a flash he fell on her grip as his feet lost the floor. As he struggled to regain his footing, she just continued walking, giggling, and supporting most of his weight like it was nothing.
When his footing steadied, she let go, playfully brushing his shoulder as they walked. "Careful bunny rabbit, you don't want to provoke the larger animals!" She smiled and giggled at her own humor as she held open the exterior doors.
After his eyes adjusted, Todd's had to fight to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. What might have looked like a normal outdoor poolside was clad with at least fifteen bikini clad carriers, only a few of them accompanied by normals. He'd only ever seen anything like it in pictures or movies. Being here might have been a dream come true under less awkward circumstances. "Wow! That's quite a sight." He didn't think to censor himself, and Carrie gave him a brief sideways look.
"Yeah, sometimes I wonder if Stilton keeps me here just to he can swim with a pool full of carriers!" A moment later, she pointed across the pool, "looks like a good spot over there." Todd figured on the plus side, it was far from foot traffic, however, they would walk by at least a third of the patronage to get there. He wasn't getting a say anyway; Carrie had already grabbed a bag from the stand and was a few steps away waiting for him to follow.
As they passed an over-seven-foot carrier on her chair, glistening, tan, bleach blonde, eyes-covered, and wearing a string bikini hardly wide enough to cover the nipples on two giant plump breasts (pic pic), Todd was suddenly thankful Carrie's hand was again holding his shoulder. Without it he might not have had the will to keep walking by. It still wasn't enough to keep him from gawking. "Well, I guess you're not gay. That's Linda from 12C."
"Very much not," he could hardly pull his eyes away before they fell on another gorgeous carrier, this one brunette, sitting up, and wearing a much more tasteful size dark green halter (pic). She noticed Todd and smiled and wrinkled her nose a little as he walked by. Carrie must have noticed, as she pulled him in firmly, again forcing him to drape his arm behind her.
"Todd. Todd. Todd. You could have told me, you know." He felt a surge run through him, half excitement, half terror. Each step he became increasingly more aware of her presence, her hand holding his neck, her arm against his back, her hip rubbing the scratchy coverup into his bare side, the feeling of her torso moving against his hand as she walked. They reached the spot she'd picked out, and he hadn't even noticed any other carriers.
Todd watched her every move as she pulled two folded towels out of the bag, and tossed them on two adjacent chairs; she slipped out of her cover-up, carefully rolling it and putting it in the bag; finally she looked at Todd, a little differently now, and sat down. "When were you going to tell me?"
Sitting down didn't do anything to diminish her presence. While her eyes were almost a foot below his, her oversize body was having it's effect. "Te-ll .. you .. wha-t?" The way his voice wavered made him feel foolish for even attempting to keep up the act.
She gave him a sour look, "ohh please, Todd. Really?" Then she reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of sunblock. "There is something sad about putting on my own sunblock, would you do me the favor?" She held out the bottle. Todd felt skin all over his body start to tingle as he took it. Carrie raised her arms, pulling back and holding her hair up. "You can start with my neck and work your way down."
Todd looked down at her skin and felt a wave wash over him. The perfect line of her neck and collarbone interrupted only by the white bikini strap. Then below that, her perfect petite breasts were not so much held as they were covered by the white and black polka-dot fabric. "Todd, squeeze some of that into your hand and get started. Don't miss any spots." He knew he shouldn't do it. He should have politely asked to leave, but he couldn't stop himself. He held out his shaking hand and squeezed the lotion into it. A moment later he pressed and rubbed lotion against her neck as she stared up at him with carrier eyes.
"We both know what's going on here." He spread the lotion over her shoulders, his body stepping closer to her, feeling pulled in by her gravity. "I asked you to spend the afternoon keeping me *away* from admirers, and it turns out *you're* an admirer!" She chuckled, lowering her hair after he finished getting the back of her neck. "Isn't that my luck. Well, at least I know you're a good guy. Please tell me you don't have a partner. Do you have a partner?" Todd shook his head, lucky it was true, as he would have either way. "Good."
His hands started working their way down one arm. "Have you ever been tranced before?" Todd nodded, of course he had, many times. He felt like she had him halfway there now. "Good. You worked so hard to hide it, I'd hate to, you know, pop your cherry." He wasn't quite finished with her other arm when she stood up. "Would you be a dear, and lay out both of those towels for us."
He covered her chair, and then watched her lay it nearly flat as he covered his own. Looking over at her, half of him was rapt by her gorgeous body, and the other half of him cursed the mistake he was making -- spending time with his employer's mistress. Not a good way to get paid. She watched him finish covering his chair, then she patted her tummy. "Come Todd, sit right here."
"Excuse me?" It was a question of confusion, not resistance. It seemed like a semi-public place, and that seemed a very intimate request. He wondered if he'd misunderstood. She reached out her hand, guided him until he was straddling her, then patted again for him to sit down. The confusion rush of danger, excitement, and confusion brought on by her proximity was quickly fading away to arousal as he sat down, nearly square onto her belly button.
"Todd, this is a private pool, and you're my pool boy for the day." She reached her hands behind her neck, and a moment later she pulled her bikini top down, exposing her bare top. Her breasts were relatively petite for a carrier, but perfect and perky. He just stared, soaking up the view, until she patted his leg, smirking. "Little Todd, you can admire my tits even more while you're rubbing lotion on them." In a nervous flurry, he reached for the bottle, squeezed some lotion onto her chest, and started to rub it against her.
For a few minutes he lost himself to the slippery soft feeling of her breasts against his fingers, then he felt something else. He looked down to see her hand discretely brushing his crotch. "So I have your attention then do I? Good. You're not going to say anything about today, to anyone. You're also going to relax. You think you can lose the silly grin and talk to me like a normal human being, more like you have all week?"
"I can... I can try." In truth, it wasn't very easy for Todd to do much of anything with her fingers touching his cock. She seemed to notice, so she stopped. Todd took a few deep breaths, and did his best to relax, even under the circumstances. Eventually, he found some humor in the current situation. "To be fair, I wasn't rubbing lotion into your bare tits all week."
"Well, we all have to make sacrifices. At least you're keeping me away from *other* admirers." Her smile perked up as she pulled the straps up and around her neck again. Todd took his que and started working his way down, rubbing across her tummy and torso. It didn't exactly calm the erection now throbbing in his pants, but at least it didn't stir it up more. It took him a just a couple minutes to work down the front and outside of her legs. Then she spread them suggestively.
"Well, we wouldn't want you to burn there, would we?" She smiled and shoot her head, and he felt a rush of excitement as he spread lotion up the inside of her legs and thighs. Just as he was finishing, expecting her to turn over, she started pulling at the strings of her bikini bottoms.
"You know what would really take my mind off things Todd? Feeling your tongue on my clit." Before he had fully registered it, she had his hand, and was pulling him in. By the time her hands found his hair, her guidance was not at all subtle. "There you go baby. No need to rush. I just want to lay out here and enjoy the sensations." A moment later, and his head was between her legs, his tongue starting to lap against her.
He didn't remember ever deciding to start when he had been at it a few minutes, losing himself in a slow rythmic pace. He heard someone approach, then a female voice, "excuse me Miss Turman, would you like anything from the bar?" Todd was a bit startled and tried to sit up, but Carrie's hands held him firmly.
"Hmmmmm, no, don't you stop," she spoke with a slow, almost drunken pace -- as you might expect from someone who was being pleasured. "I think I'll - have a - Pina Colada. MMmmm. - Ohh, and one for the pool boy. Mmm. He's doing *very* good work."
"Of course Miss Turman." Todd heard her walk away. A small part of him was surprised at the whole interaction. However, a bigger part of him was overwhelmed with Carrie. Her body, her beauty, her scent. His senses were flooded with her. He was so turned on by her, the erection in his pants was starting to throb and hurt. It caused him to pick up the pace a little.
"Uhh. Uhh.. In a hurry now are we?" She brushed her hands in his hair. "Relax. Carrie is enjoying her labial massage *so* much." Todd slowed his pace, but he also whimpered at the ache in his groin. "Ohh, I bet this is torture for you." Her words came slowly, with occasional pauses. Unfortunately, hearing her sexy voice was only making Todd's ache worse.
"All week you -- watched me strut around my -- uhhh-partment. Hiding being an admirer. Now here you are -- rubbing my tits and -- licking my..." Her voice tenor changed abruptly. "Ohh, you can set those right -- uhhh -- uhhh -- yes -- ohhh. Right there. Please. Yes. Thank. You."
Her hand rubbed firmly through Todd's hair. "Okay - baby. You can. Uhh. Do it. -- Make me cum." Todd didn't need to be asked twice, he picked up the pace, slowly at first, then more with her encouragement. "Uhh. -- yes -- Uhhh. More. MMmmmmmm." He felt her hands and body tense, trying to hold out as long as she could. He lapped forcefully, two, three, four times, and then her tension released in a flurry. "Uhhhhnnnnnn. Ohh. Ohh. Shhh. Ohh." Her hands held his head steady for a moment before coaxing him up. "Okay. Drinks are here. Go ahead and tie me up first."
Todd shook his head like he was shaking water out of his hair, but he wasn't sure why. Was he trying to shake off his arousal? Was it disbelief about his day? Or maybe it was an attempt to regain his free will. In any case, it failed. He found himself making neat little bows in her bikini strings as she sipped away at her drink. Then he felt pressure to say something. "Maybe next you can put my cock on a whipping post?" He had tried for humor, but came it came out a jaded. He was surprised it made her smile.
"Awww. Is my pool boy getting sore already? Come here." She grasped the waist of his suit, pulling so firmly that he fell forward into her. A moment later he was straddling her tummy, face down on her tit, and he felt a hand on his butt. "You're a good guy, Todd. If you had told me, we could have been playing all week!" He felt her abs tighten, and she started to rock him almost imperceptibly up and down her body. "How's that? You going to lose it right now, or can you hold out?" She paused her motion and took a sip of her drink.
Todd moaned, "Please Carrie, it hurts. Please." He tried to dry hump her, but she resisted his motion.
"Aww Todd. How much do you want me to let you come right now? Alot I bet. Here, have a sip first." She started to lean her drink down to him, then she very intentionally spilled some, the white liquid flowing down between he tits. "Go ahead, lick it up." As he started lapping at her breasts, he couldn't tell the coconut of the drink apart from the suntan lotion. Part of him reveled in the moment, but it also just made him ache more. "I'm sorry Todd, it's just so much fun to watch you ache."
"Ohh Carrie, please. It hurts, I need it so bad." He reached a hand up, pulling her tit into his face as rocked his hips in an attempt to get off. She softened her tummy and held him still, stopping his attempt. He let out an involuntary painful whimper.
"Okay, you deserve a treat. Just go easy on the bikini top there." With that she started gently rocking him again, hardening her abs against his erection. He was barely moving, but it was more than enough. "Mmmm, baby, mmmm." She casually took another sip of her drink. "I bet you like that, being dry-fucked by the pool. I think Linda from 12C is watching. She's jealous. Here we go, pool boy."
Todd had both his hands around her body now, his cheek lying on one breast as he thrust into her on each subtle motion. God, this was so hot. Todd wanted desperately to come, to get paid for the job, and to see Carrie again. He was only reasonably confident about the first one. He felt it coming, and tensed his whole body. She gave him a couple bigger thrusts, and without delay he unloaded into his swimsuit, wilting onto her.
"Well, that was fun." Carrie encouraged him upright. "Clean yourself up. There are some wipes in that bag, or you can use the restroom over there." Todd stood, looking across the deck and realizing she wasn't kidding. Not only was Linda, in her tiny bikini, watching them, but so were several other unaccompanied carriers.
"Uhm. I think I'd prefer the restroom. I need to use it anyhow." Carrie nodded, and raised her hand. Todd turned to see Linda rise, then head towards them at a leisurely pace. He turned to Carrie. "No. No, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting you an escort to the restroom silly. I just started getting some good sun. Normally the pool staff is very prompt." Todd could feel the liquid starting to pool in his suit and was mortified. He could hear and almost feel Linda reach them.
"Hey Carrie. Does the little one need the restroom?" Carried nodded. "I figured. Looked like he made a mess there. Tell you what. I'll be sure not to remember that little afternoon dish when Stilton comes around, if you let me take him." Todd was embarassed, and made a point not to make eye contact with Linda, but he couldn't help but notice her bare round breasts, not really covered by her little nipple-strip of a string-bikini. Carrie looked a little uncomfortable.
"Uhm. Do I have a choice? Doesn't sound like I do." Linda shook her head. Carrie turned to Todd, "well, more *sacrifices* for you to make." There was a little grumble in her voice, and Linda nodded. Before Todd knew what was happening, Linda had his hand, and was pulling him up off the lounger. Clearly he had no say in the matter.
"Come on little man, let's get you cleaned up." She practically dragged him along, making big strides that were hard to keep up with. Still, he had plenty of time to admire her. She seemed maybe a couple While Todd was dragged along behind Linda, he had plenty of time to admire her. (pic pic pic pic pic) While she seemed a couple inches shorter than Carrie, her shoulders were still above his head. She also had nothing but a tiny string cutting across a huge side-boob. When they reached the restroom, Todd felt it had happened perhaps a little too quickly.
"I'll be just a couple minutes," he said as he passed by her imposing body, gesturing him in. Through the entrance, he was glad to see it seemed empty. Two sinks, two showers, two stalls, two urinals, all clean and empty. He hadn't even made it to the shower when he realized Linda had followed him in. He turned, looking surprised.
"Trust me, you look like a guy that won't mind a little help cleaning up." Her hand fell on his shoulder, turning him and gesturing him into the shower a little more firmly than he expected, almost causing him to slip. Once she pulled the curtain, he found himself staring at a bikini string stretched tight across the middle of her breasts, strategically holding two tiny triangles in place. The shower had enough room for both of them, but not much more.
Linda turned the knob, spraying water down on them both. Todd immediately flinched, it was ice-cold, so he pressed his back to the wall to get out of the stream as much as he could. Linda, however, didn't look like she even felt it. In fact she stepped right into the spray, grabbing the waist of his suit. "Ohh trust me, you're going to want it cold in a moment." She pulled at the strings, quickly opening the front. Then she reached for the canister on the wall and squirted out an impressive four pumps of soap, finally reaching that hand straight into his shorts.
Her slippery hand grabbed and sloshed around in his shorts. Grabbing and soaping his cock, but letting it go just as quickly, rubbing around inside. It didn't take long for him to react, and soon her hand was soaping on and around a rock-hard erection. "Someone's happy to see me. Time to rinse." She pulled him back into the stream, ice-cold water rushing across his chest and down the front of his shorts.
"Aieee," he shouted at the bitter cold, his whole body tensing up. Her hand was still deep in his pants, rinsing soap off him as the water streamed in. The cold didn't do much to calm down his reaction, but he was starting to feel a bit numb. A moment later she pushed him back against the wall, out of the stream.
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-- next?
staff takes him to the restroom? intercepted by linda?
linda takes him?
dip in the pool? conversation with another carrier?
break on the lounger? when she has had enough sun, she takes them inside?
JECKYL AND HARRIET - carrier housewife with diagnosed dissociative identity disorder
spouse warns him about her condition, but claims it's been "under control"; he can't be around, and she does a complete jekyl/hyde transformation based on the presence of her spouse
alternate? DIVORCEE - unstable bipolar hot-cold divorcee. married before the change, tried to stay together. non-admirer husband finally left her - one moment she misses her husband, the next moment she's glad to be rid of him and seduces Todd's attention, the next minute she's treating Todd and all men like villans, then she loathes herself and sees why no man could be with her, asks Todd for advice about how to get him back, which he offers. Somewhere resigns that her hubby was broken, since he never never wanted her affection, tries to get Todd's affection, cycles over and over.
BEACH-HOUSE - four spoiled college-age summer party girl carriers
Characters
Story
Film-crew coordinator has Todd rushing to replace doors before they start shooting a new reality TV show. He doesn't finish in time, so they ask him to sign a film disclosure "just in case" he ends up on camera whie he finishes working. (they are not planning to put him on camera, but if he ends up even in the corner of a frame, they need him to be on-release)
The filming starts:
The girls show up, first the "typical carrier size" g3/g4. Then Todd sees the exceptionally tall g1/g2, and there is a brief flirty introduction to g4.
The rest continue checking out and raving about the house melodramatically. Todd finishes and leaves to get another door.
The tall girls talk about the boys they are toying with. The shorter carriers complain about the taller carriers getting all the attention. They faux deny it. The shorter carriers complain about the 'pecking order'.
On Todd's way back through, g2 (the tallest) rhetorically asks if he needs some help. She ignores his decline, and asks g3 to give her a hand. She asks g3 to take the door, and she picks up Todd. Makes a pun on "carrier" because she's carrying him.
He directs them to the door he's working on, in the next room, but still in view. g3 sets the door down, but g2 fails to put him down. The other girls are talking about trying out the pool, g3 leaves to check if her stuff has arrived. g2 kibtz with the girls about how someday she'll act like a carrier.
Todd interrupts, and g2 fakes that she had forgotten to put him down. He's set on his feet only to see the other two girls are already stripped down to their bikini bottoms and walking out the backdoor.
g2 calls to them that she'll be right out, then she faces and chat's up Todd while she proceeds to disrobe just inches from him. She makes some rhetorical comments about his work there at the house. How the doors in her dorm were raised, but not enough. How she'd like to check them all before he declares the job finished... asking if he can accomodate that.
He's seen alot of carriers, some of them naked, but he's never seen one two feet taller this close, let alone stripping. He's frozen staring, and she's not making it easy to stop, because she's facing him and he's backed into a wall. She drops her shirt to the floor, and he can't help but stare at her bikini-clad breasts. She tips his chin up and repeats her request about checking the doors.
"They should be plenty tall enough for you, but yes, we can check them, no problem." It's not until she's backing away that Todd realizes the cameraman swiveled around to get a side close-up of his face's confrontation with her bare breast. He shakes his head.
Before she's out the door, she calls back, "We can start with my bedroom door, right after I'm done with this dip in the pool."
When she leaves, the film crew scurries out, and the producer comes to chat with him. Before he does, he awkwardly slaps him in the chest, congradulating him on how 'the camera likes him'. He asks if Todd will sign a release for intimate scenes, assuring none of his privates will be shown. Todd is a bit shocked, and dismisses what happened as nothing more than carrier-style flirtation. The producer suggests he knows them pretty well, and that she just offered to have sex with him. When Todd dismisses the release, the guy comes clean, "you're not getting it", they get a cash bonus for on-camera sex, she just queued us to give you the release. Ball is in your court man. He comments how lucky Todd is, how he'd like to be in his shoes. I'll assure you, even if you've been with a carrier, you've never been with g2.
Todd wants to decline, but outside he can see her stepping out of the pool, dripping wet. He shakes his head as he skims the contract, notices it gives him a $200 for every 10 minutes of 'dialog', and a $3000 bonus for each 'private scene' -- which was alot more than he made hammering nails into wood. There was also verbage in there requesting he maximize camera shot of the carriers at all times. He wondered how much the carriers made for those scenes, and finally signed on the line.
Todd turns to finish installing the door, but the producer stops him. "What are you doing? Put that down. We need some buildup dialog and filler. He waves a hand, and a makeup person comes over, flipping Todd's hair about, adding some hairspray. The producer is already at the backdoor and waving him out, "Come on. Get out there. Tell them you're missing something you need. Make it natural. Ohh, and don't look at the camera."
Todd momentarily rolled his eyes, not sure what he was getting into. Then he looked out at all four girls, g3 sitting on the edge, the other three in the pool, all of them carriers, topless, and gorgeous. He shook his head to himself again, then stepped for the door.
outside
-- the girls toy with him and show a little friendly competition --
Todd noticed the cameraman to the left, and walked to the right, towards where g3 was sitting on the edge.
The girls don't act like they notice him. --- one of the girls finishes some gossipy sentence.
Todd interrupts, with a more natural version (something about having the wrong hinges to finish the first floor doors. asking for a drink of water."
g2 has a smirky smile, as she makes eye-contact with Todd. "Of course. What kind of hosts would we be if we didn't keep the help hydrated. g3, would you be a doll and grab him some water from inside?"
"Sure, anyone else thirsty?" As g3 rose from the edge, the other girls were already calling out their drink orders to her. Her face grimaced briefly. "Remind me to fish us up a bartender in town later." A moment later she was headed towards Todd. His view of the world was so distorted at the moment that being just over a foot taller than him seemed somehow short. Her chin was not far above his head, and it wasn't impossible to maintain eye-contact as she approached. Still, she was young, and beautiful, and he vicerally felt her presence. "What about you? You still sticking with water, or you want something a little more... stiff. I make a mean Mai-Tai." Her hand reached out, flirtingly touching and turning him as she passed.
Her backside was stunning, possibly moreso than the front, and it was a good thing too, because it kept him from inadvertantly looking at the out-of-place looking camera man. "Sure, a Mai-Tai would be great." She didn't turn back, just flipped her hand up in response. Todd turned back to the pool. While the girls were all watching him, g1 had her arms propped on the near edge. He made his way towards to a pool lounger.
"What should we call you? The Handyman? Mister Carpenter?" Her puzzling seemed rhetorical, but Todd answered anyhow.
"Todd would be fine." He sat down, careful which way to face for the camera, and hoping it would hide the growing reaction in his pants.
"I think we'll call you Door Guy," she replied, as if he hadn't spoken. Then she started to stand, quickly throwing another set of bare breasts into view. Todd almost coughed in surprise at her sudden immodesty. "I think it's time for Door Guy to join us in the pool." Standing, the pool edge was only a bit above her belly button. With little effort, her long leg reached out, and as she levered herself out she launched a playful threat, "if you want those clothes to be dry, you better lose them."
By the time Todd realized what she meant, he barely had time to pull his cellphone out of his pocket. He rose up from the chair, holding his hands out in protest. "I don't think this is such a..." His words stopped short as she approached. Her body was stunning. She was nearly as tall as g2, only her frame was more slender, her breasts perky and athletic. It all contributed to her looking much younger. She even might pass for a teenager in a different setting.
That impression of litheness faded fast when she took one of his wrists and stretched it above his head, canting his shoulders and pulling him off his feet. A moment later he was dangling almost two feet off the ground, nearly eye to eye with her. "Door Guy, the next word out of you is going to be very important. Think carefully. Pool or door?" She turned and pointed towards the water, "pool," then pointed towards the house, "door."
The two girls in the pool were watching, laughing, and talking privately to each-other. The main camera-man was closer now, shooting him and g1 up from below. g3 was standing behind the cameraman with a tray of drinks, smiling and watching the scene from off-camera. This whole thing was spiraling out of control much faster than he anticipated. Still, he had no desire to be thrown out of this party. He started to smile as he let himself go, "pool, definetly pool."
g1 started walking towards the pool, with Todd dangling and now swinging a bit at his wrist. She seemed to be carrying him with absolutely no effort. It wouldn't have seemed possible if Todd didn't know what carriers were capable of. When she reached the edge, she encouraged the swing, and then taunted him before she let go, "welcome to the party."
A moment later, he was flung into mid air over the deep end, clothes and all. Now he was all-in. Todd came splashing down, and underwater he found it unexpectedly awkward to right himself with his shoes on. However, a couple strokes and he could at least stand, slowly walk-swimming himself back towards the edge.
My the time he reached it, g1 had her feet in the water and was holding two red punch drinks, while g3 had circled the pool, headed for the other two girls.
G1 was smiling at him, but more like an amusement she was waiting to toss into the air again. From down below, her body seemed even more athletic, the chiseling of her abs like a grid pattern leading up to her tight breasts. Todd smirked as he started stripping his wet shoes and socks. Then his pants, and finally his shirt. The sopping wet pile making a puddle on the concrete a foot from g1.
She held out a drink towards him. "Here. A well deserved reward, Door Guy." Todd walked through the water, but the closer he came, the more she pulled the drink back. He saw why a moment too late. Her feet swished through the water around him, wrapping his butt and pulling him forward, a little off balance. "Why so shy, Door Guy?"
After he finished falling onto her thighs, he found himself awkwardly held inches from her panty covered sex. Still, he stood straight and found his bravado. "I'm not shy. I just haven't been treated to many carrier pool parties." The bottom of her breasts were well above his head, and he couldn't help but admire them as he took finally took his drink and sipped off the top.
-- the game begins --
"I think you have it wrong little pup, you're the treat." He heard the girls behind him giggle. "We're going to play a little game of carrier keep away." She slowly set her drink down, then his, then in a smooth motion she curled her body down and grasped the back of his head. He found himself held firmly, his forehead pressed to her sternum, looking down over her breasts. "You are going to try to get our panties. Whoever can keep them on the longest, gets the treat."
Todd hadn't finished processing what she had said, before he felt himself shoved away into and under the water. When he came to and looked around, all the girls were standing in the pool, again making their height differences very apparent. There were also three camera-men now, two outside the pool, and one inside with a waterproof camera. "Ground rules girls. Nobody leaves the water. No holding. No trancing. Let's have some fun."
This whole thing was getting more hilarious by the minute. He could be up for some competition. He sized up the girls. As hot as G1 was, he didn't think she had any intention of being the first to fall. He turned to the other three. G2 was standing, her hip nearly out of the water, tauntingly pulling at her own panties. Todd locked eyes with her, and started wading in, like he was going to go for the kill. Only he wasn't, he was watching g3 and g4 looking for an opening.
He ducked under the water, as if he was going to swim forward, then tried to dart for g4 as fast as he could. She started rushing backwards, but she was on the shallow side, which was in his favor. When he surfaced, she was standing in four-feet of water only thigh-high shaking her finger at him. "Don't be so hasty there, Door Guy. These girls just want to toy with you, but I'll rock your world."
Todd hunkered down, undeterred. "Likely story. You just want to win, and you're not getting off that easy." She started to move to the left, and he quickly made to block her exit. He was pretty sure he had her. Even if she ran, he figured he had a pretty good chance of grabbing hold as she went by.
"Ohh yeah?" She started drawing a finger up her torso. "Who flirted with you as soon as she saw you? Who's been eyeing that bulge in your pants?" The finger slipped up between her breasts before she suggestively pressed her palm into one of them. "You want to spend the night munching, you try for g1, but if you want to bury yourself in carrier tits and ride me until sunrise, you want me to win."
The show was definetly having an effect on Todd, but he wasn't exactly backing down. "Don't believe me? Come here for a sample, just keep your hands up. No funny business." Todd didn't know what to make of her negotiation. She was the one to truly flirt with him. He threw his hands up, what did he have to lose.
"What's this? Cheating already G4?" It was G2, heckling him from behind. He considered turning but thought better of it. He was still careful to keep himself between her and an escape. As he came closer, she sunk down onto her knees, hiding the prize but making her substantially less mobile.
She was several inches shorter than him kneeling. She wasted no time pulling him in, smashing and rubbing her tits into his tummy. "You like that?" She bit at her own lip, drawing him in until she briefly sucked his. Then she sunk down further in the water. Todd noticed the in-pool cameraman, and found being on camera only slightly detracted from the awesome feeling of her breasts rubbing his crotch underwater. "If we were somewhere more private, you could give me something else to suck."
Todd's hands were still far in the air, and he hadn't even considered trying to interrupt this demonstration by making a quick move. "G4, I'm gonna call trancing if you're not careful." Todd saw G4 pout. As she rose, he savored the way she dragged her tits up his body until they were tucked under his chin. She pushed them together with her hands in a final offering, and Todd couldn't say no. He ducked his face down into them, her hand pulling and smashing his face in the biggest pair in the pool. He lost himself in it for a moment, then suddenly he felt himself tossed into the water as she dove for the deep end.
He came to the surface to the sound of all the girls giggling. "Okay. No more mister nice guy." He made for the other end of the pool. He'd had the least connection with g3 so he figured he might as well get one out of the way. He paused before the deep end, then under water he went and towards g3. The girls spread, quickly swimming away, but he had a bead on her. She shoved down his shoulder harder than he was prepared for, but he grabbed ahold of her ankle and pulled himself close. She swatted away two of his grabs, but just as he was running out of air, he got a grip on the front and pulled. Her panties tore. Not completely free at first, but as he surfaced there was no escaping for her.
"Awww. And I brought you a Mai-Tai." Her genuine expression and gorgeous face made him wonder if he'd made a mistake eliminating her. Still, the game couldn't go on forever. He triumphantly raised the panties from the water, and placed them on the pool deck, being obvious for a nearby camera-man. Then he turned to the other girls. G1 had opted to stay near him in the deep end, but somehow he suspected she'd be harder to take.
As soon as he turned away from her, he heard her voice coming up from behind, "who do you want next? I can help you take 'em." He turned to see her approach on the opposite side of the pool, the water dripping down her firm breasts as they rose into view. She was keeping her distance, but not as much as she aught to be. "What G4 said is true, my toys will worship the pussy. However, if they make the clit happy, I'll keep that toy charged up all night long. You seem up for the challenge."
Todd wasn't sure he trusted her, but the idea of help was intriguing. Even looking at G4 brought the sensations of her tease back, so he turned to his new ally, "G2, she's next." G4 smiled as they both closed on their next target.
G2 let of a good-hearted protest, "this is seriously not fair. I already invited you to my room. You were mine!" She smiled as she splashed towards us. "She concocted this whole game just to steal you. I'm going to get you for this G1." Todd watched the two amazing girls face off near the shallow corner. Even among carriers, they were both exceptionally gorgeous. Much taller than average, with G1 rocking the tightest firmest body, and G2 a billboard pin-up come to life.
G4 had become overconfident, and was coming in from the other side, presumably to help. It wasn't until that moment Todd decided his plan, who he would win -- or who would win him. All three girls were close together now. Todd swam up, keeping his arms underwater as long as possible, hiding his intent. Then, right as he was reaching in, he dove for two girls at once. He only half expected it to work, so when he felt purchase in both hands it surprised him. He went down face first into the water, pulling the panties down as much as off. He tried to right himself, but it was tougher than he expected with both of his hands still holding fabric around moving pairs of legs.
Then he felt support under his arms, hoisting him up out of the water. As his face cleared the surface, he wondered if he'd made a mistake. He saw disappointment on two of the most beautiful carriers he'd ever seen, but with two of the biggest carrier racks he'd ever seen.
The cameras were awkwardly close now, catching the moment from all angles. G2 and G4 rose out of the water, the bottoms bare, their panties in Todd's hands. They looked at each other. G4 spoke first, "Ohh well. His loss." She leaned in and kissed Todd on the cheek. "You don't know what you just passed on, Todd." His heart sank just a little at that.
G2 addressed G1 first. "All's fair in love and carrier keep away. I'm going to get you for this one." Then she smiled a sinister smile down at Todd. "Mark my words. Before you leave this house, you are going to beg for me. You better hope I still like you when you do." Then she bent over, planting her plush lips on his forehead, her hair falling around his face. She held her pose just long enough for the giant breasts hanging in front of him to practically call out to be touched. Then she stood, catching his eyes with a bright smile before she turned and took an easy step right out of the pool, headed for the loungers and the other girls.
Finally he turned to see the victor, G1, with a superior look on her face. "You sure are confident, Door Guy. You couldn't pass up a chance with a body like this, could you?" She was right. At the shallow end of the pool, the water was low on Todd's chest, but it only came halfway up her hip. He took a deliberate look straight across, at sharp lines in chiseled abs. He could swear he saw her tense them up for his benefit. Then he looked up, over the most perfect firm tits he'd ever seen, to a cute innocent face that belied her sinister edge. "I could see it in your eye."
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-- producer cuts in... filming break, then interview breakouts. He tells them wardrobe has arranged outfits for them.
G1 promptly steps out of the pool. G2, G3 follow suit. All heading inside. (maybe with towels?)
G4 stopped, handing Todd a towel. "Soon you'll see. They just want you for airtime bonuses." ... "And you?" ... "There is something about you I kinda liked. Though I'm not sure how i'll feel when G1 is done running your plot line." she flipped and turned for the inside.
the producer talks to Todd... "that was great. you are a natural. They might keep you around for two or three episodes." ... he explains the "off-scene interviews"
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off-scene interviews for each person
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----- dinner scene?
----- G1 declares she is taking her toy upstairs, directs a cameraman to follow.
-- rewrite for bedroom..
She put her hands on her hips. "Well, go ahead." She held her hips forward. "Before you can worship the pussy, you'll need to take these off." Todd reached a hand out towards her, but she firmly stopped it. "That would be too easy. You'll be doing this with your teeth."
"There is definitely something about you, G1." He knelt down in the water, and went for the prize only for her to follow suit and drop herself into the water. A moment later she had pulled him in, forcing his cheek into one of her breasts and his crotch onto her tummy. Then she licked her lips a teasing distance from his.
"You want me to kiss you." She licked at the inches of air between them. "You want to get your hands on my perfect tits. I can smell it on you. I can feel you getting hard against me. Let's get something straight here. We are not on a first name basis, Door Guy. There isn't a winner yet, and if you want there to be one, you'll address me as carrier, or carrier G1. Now, lick my tit if you understand."
Todd was as turned on as he was put in his place. Some part of him wanted to assert his manhood and rebel, but a bigger part of him wanted her - this young, manipulative, domineering carrier. He struggled against her grip to turn his head enough to comply, obviously another part of her show of strength. Once he had, however, she softened, and even tipped her nipple into his mouth for a moment.
"Now, if you want to be my toy, the key is underwater, you'll need to do some diving. I recommend deep breaths." With that, she turned to the girls on the loungers, "can someone bring me my drink? This might take a while."
With the underwater camera right there, Todd steadied his resolve and took a deep breath. It turned out much harder than he expected to get a grip on her panties, with his mouth, underwater. Each time he surfaced, gasped a little, and tried again. G1 was merely sipping her drink, offering patronizing words of encouragement, like "you almost had it that time", and "good fish." Eventually he was able to get his teeth around it, and broke the fabric, only to have it still hold onto her.
He missed his timing a little, and came up for air gasping. "Hmm, giving up?" She pulled another unexpected move, and reached out for his flacid cock, holding it in her hands. All the diving, struggle, and gasping had flattened him. "Looks like the toy isn't even out of the store and it needs a recharge already."
--- she torments him, only eventually giving him a little release.
--- eventually she's had enough fun. tells the cameraman to stop, and abruptly tells Todd it's time for him to go home.
--- producer tells him when to return, sets some expectations (we'll see)
---- Todd shows up the next day just before noon.
house is empty, starts working on the doors.
G4 shows up with a bartender she found in town
G4 and Todd interact. There is interest/tension, but he's still G1's toy on camera. Can't violate the audience.
Cameras roll. G4 watches Todd work, but meanwhile is flirting hard with the bartender.
G1 comes in from a run, glistening with sweat, talking about her route. (which Todd notes is an impossible sounding workout) She flirts about having extra energy to burn off, relates it to their "play".
G2/G3 come back, each with a man in tow. Todd is
CARRIER SLUMLORD - "mutually beneficial relationships" with underbelly of lazy carriers (housing for visits and favors)
Characters
he's having Todd expand the doors in a crappy new four-unit place he's bought. "as cheap as you can"
he tells Todd all about his slumlord scheme. How it turns out that troubled girls before turned into troubled girls after, they are just alot hotter. Most of them have daddy issues, some drug problems. I'm giving them a free place to live, a shoulder to cry on, and maybe a little somethin-somethin for them to forget about their problems. It's a win-win.
"Now, Unit A and B are already occupied. Tina is in A, a real piece of work. She's hot for sure, but keep your distance from her. Someone hurt her real bad. If you make her cross, you might wake up bloody in an ambulance. Suzanne though, she's going to be fun. Carrier trafficking ring kidnapped her from an orphanage as a little girl. Police finally found and shut-down the cult that bought her. Nicest girl, but her view of the world is just twisted. Twenty two, can't read or write, can't work. I found her struggling in a carrier half-way house nestled between the junkies. The system let her down, but good old Reggie will prop her up. I'll get her a tutor, help her pass her GED. Get her a real job. Cult already taught her how to," he rudely thrust his hips into the air, "properly please a man. Feel free to take her for a spin."
Todd found the offer awkward and uncomfortable. "I'm just here for the work man."
"Suit yourself."
With that Todd started in on his work, measuring, writing in his notepad.
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A half hour later, he knocked on the door of unit B. At first nobody answered, so he started flipping through the keys the landlord had given him. However, before he could find the right one, the door cracked barely open, and a sweet soft voice called from inside, "hello?"
He stared at the ground and spoke loudly, on account of the way she held the door nearly closed. "I'm Todd. Your landlord contracted me to adjust all the doors to make them a more comfortable height for carriers. Before I start work, I need to check them all out, make some notes so I bring the right supplies tomorrow."
"Ohh of course!" The door quickly swung wide open. "Reggie told me you'd be coming! Come in!" Todd walked through, and when it swung closed, he found himself looking at the tallest, most jaw-dropping carrier he'd ever seen. Her proportions seemed inhuman, not just because her breasts were huge and almost totally above his head, but because her waist looked almost half the width of her hips. He'd never seen anything like her. For a few moments his eyes drunk up every inch of curve, her skin-tight shorts and tiny crop-top barely covering anything. (pic) (pic)
"I.. I...I'm sorry," the words stammered out, "are you in the m...m...middle of something? I can come back later if you like." Todd considered himself inflappable. He thought he had seen everything, but looking at this girl he could hardly talk.
"No, no! I was expecting you." She quickly bent down on one knee, bringing him eye to eye with her smiling face. Todd felt like she was so close he should step back, but he couldn't bring himself to. (pic) "Reggie told me you were coming, that I should just say home and wait for you to show up. And here you are." She tugged briefly at her top. "I'm sorry for these clothes. Reggie says I have to wear them. We didn't wear any in my... old home. Though he also says I shouldn't talk about that place. I have to say, so far the world outside seems just as confusing as they told us. How would you like me to start?"
Todd returned a puzzled look. "Start?" Before she could answer, Todd felt her fingers slip into his jeans. If he wasn't fully erect already, he was after her thumb rubbed over him a couple of times. (pic) "What ... are you.. doing?" He could hardly think or speak. His waist sub-conciously urged towards her.
"I'm relieving you of course! It's obvious you need a treatment. I wouldn't dare having you try to work in such a state." She tilted her head sideways and let out a rhythmic rehearsed jingle, "all that blood gorging in your cock isn't healthy for your brain you know!" She smiled as the fingers from her other hand grasped his jeans as well. "Now, what part of your cycle are you in?"
To Todd, her words sounded like they came out in slow motion. Her proximity was flooding his body with endorphins, and the tugging at his pants sending his head in slow rhythmic swings. Eventually his mouth slurred out a response, "C-y-c-l-e?"
"Don't tell me you've never heard of it either. Male Erogenous Cycle Neuro-Science! Reggie tells me it isn't yet accepted out here in the *real* *world*." Her emphasis indicating a bit of disdain. "But believe me, I've seen plenty of first-hand proof. Makes me wonder how your brains function at all. Don't worry, I'm a trained M-C-N-S therapist. I can get you back to full potential in short order." Before he could follow what she was saying, she had fallen down on her butt, her legs spread around him on the floor, and she was peeling open his pants.
"The male erogenous cycle has three phases, each which is treated separately. Alpha days, two times by mouth; beta days, two times by hand; delta days, sex as long as you can manage. A typical man's cycle lasts one week, but every man is different." She held his rock hard cock in one hand as she casually leaned in, as if to tell him a secret. "I'm pretty sure some lie on purpose. Doesn't matter to me, but they are not doing their brain health any favors! Now, I want you to say the alphabet forwards, then backwards."
This was just about the weirdest thing Todd had ever heard, but with this gorgeous carrier holding his bare cock, he'd do just about anything. "A..B..C..D" He was feeling incredibly silly, that is until she started rubbing him between her fingers. "uhhh....Eeee...eeFF....Geeee." She did something unexpected, twisting her fingers around the head, and he momentarily lost leg strength, almost falling. The more she continued, the more he desperately struggled to stay on his feet. It felt incredible. "Ohh. Ohhh.. Uhhhhh. Ohhh." Suddenly, she stopped, her face showing a concerned look.
"Todd, you didn't even make it to *H*! You're ejactarone levels must be dangerously low. Tell me, are you having trouble standing?" He wasn't, until her hand started moving, rubbing and sort of milking the head. "And how about now?" Her opposite hand steadied under his arm as his legs became weak. Then her motion stopped. "Hmm. Just as I suspected. Don't worry, I'll get you back in tip-top shape."
She peeled the crop top off, leaving her breasts bare. They were huge, and he couldn't help but stare. Still, a moment without her hand on his cock brought back some of his wits, and he voiced his shock. "What in the world are you doing?" Before he'd finished the question, her hands were peeling his pants to the floor. In the process, her bare breasts rubbed into him, conspicuously pressing into his erection.
"Well, there is no sense in getting my shirt dirty is there?
-- she holds him in her hand, and sucks him off... twice.
"LUCKY" FAMILY - a dad living with mom and three daughters, all carriers..
Characters
Mom - 41 (looks 32) - "only" 6'4" (was 5'6") - 190/C - straight blonde, medium-build (previously she was fat) (pic) (pic) (pic)
Dad - 45 - 5'11 - 230 (built but round)
D1 - 14 - 7'1" 175lbs/A 'young & rail-thin' (will be 7'9" @ 18) - (pic, pic)
D2 - 18 - 7'5" (was 5'8") - 240lbs 'perfect 10' (47/31/47/C), long wavy dirty blonde (pic)
Mia - 19 (mom was 23 when born) - (was 5'10") 7'3" 190lbs/A - 'model build' "shapley but petite" (pic)
mom contracts Todd to update doors on their new house. she greets him wearing a sexy floral print sun-dress (pic). she over-shares about their life. how "lucky" they are. how being the mom-ager of her daughters has transformed their lifestyle. she married before the transition, when it wasn't so hard to find a good guy. her husband worked so hard to take care of 'us girls', then all their girls became carriers. "this thing has been such a blessing, you should have seen me before. i was downright pudgy" Plus, her husband turned out to be an admirer, "how lucky is that?" how she finally got him to sell his house painting business, and it's nice it is to take care of him for a change. "ohh, here he is."
Husband introduces himself. Asks if she knows where they unpacked the pool water testing kit. "Don't worry about that honey, the pool guy will do it. Here, come meet Todd. He's doing the door extensions. Todd, this is my husband. He's still getting used to having people around to do all these things."
Todd and husband share a short and awkward introduction. Todd promises his work is top notch. If hubby is not happy with anything, to let him know and he'll fix it. Husband nods, then compliments his wife's outfit, asks if she's dressed up for something. (nope, I decided to toss all those frumpy baby-dolls and cover-ups when I was packing for the move.) She puts an arm around to hug him. (just looking great for you babe.) The two were an awkward looking pair. She was a sharp, tall woman, who with three daughters had to be at least ten years older than she looked. He was a sturdy but plump looking man, mid-forties, who was batting way out of his league. (Now, why don't you head in and see if the girls need anything. The photographer is coming for Mia's new home shoot in an hour.)
Mom continues explaining the job to Todd. Walking the exterior of the house first.
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Later that day, Todd re-enters after a lunch break. The living room is filled with photo-lights, and a stunning Mia is sitting spread-eagle on the couch, wearing only a sheer button nightshirt and white bikini bottoms. (pic) Todd forces himself to stay focused, heading for the kitchen threshold he's still refinishing. The photographer calls out directions. (put your hands in your hair. yes, that's good, now playful. draw him in. he's watching you. that's right.)
Suddenly her dad enters the room, "Mia!?" He stands stunned for a moment. "What are you wearing? You're only 19, that is totally inappropriate!" He moves towards the photographer. "You, stop taking pictures. Give me that camera."
"It's not me man." The guy throws his hands up, not wanting some kind of fight from the girl's father. "This is what she put on. I'm just paid to take shots."
"Daddy," Mia shook her head softly. "Don't be like this. I've been an emancipated adult for three *years* now." That was the legal term for carriers who petitioned for 'adult' legal status early. Usually because they were making more money than their parents. Mia slowly stood from the couch, making towards her father. "When mom talked me into this family house, she *promised* you would let me run my life." She held out her hand. "Now please, give the camera back, and go work on one of your woodshop projects or something."
Todd tried to appear like he was working, but in truth he was transfixed on the drama. It was one of the best parts of his job, watching the never-ending social tension around carriers. It was like watching a tsunami, slowly and endlessly moving, pushing away anything in their path.
"But Mia. don't do this." Mia was now so close to her father, he was struggling to keep focus. Afterall, she was probably fifteen inches taller than him and nearly topless. Daughter or not, she was a carrier. "You already make," she put her hand gently on the camera, "more money than I ever did. This is practically pornography, showing your ..." He couldn't finish the sentence.
"Tits? You are so old-fashioned you can't even say it. It's not pornography. Carriers won the right for top-freedom four years ago. It's not illegal in public, on tv, and certainly not in my *lucrative* modeling portfolio." She tugged on the camera, but her dad was still holding on, trying to protest, even if silently now.
"Ohh, Daddy." She abruptly changed her demeanor, letting go of the camera, her posture softening. "Why can't you see, you did such a good job raising me." She stepped closer, reaching out to embrace him. "I love you so much. Please just trust me. It's going to be okay." It might have looked like she was giving in, making up, but Todd knew better. The man was an admirer, and a carrier was now coddling him, holding his head against her chest. As she stroked her fingers through his hair, Todd could see the man's resistance fade, his will fade; she was tracing him. Even from across the room Todd could see his whole body just give up. "There we go. Nice and calm. Now, I'm going to continue the career that bought all of this, and you are going to let me do it however I like. First, you're going to gently put down that camera. Then you're going to go find something to do before you cause more trouble. Understand?"
She held his shoulders firmly as they separated. His body looked so relaxed he was about to fall over. "Nod your head so I know you understand." Her father gently nodded his head, like in a dream. He struggled to set the camera on a nearby table, as if he barely had the stregnth to lift it, then he turned and dragged his feet through sluffing steps towards the door, like he was sleep-walking.
Like a personality quick change, she addressed the camera-man, "alright, let's go." She strutted back to the couch. Then she surprised Todd, looking sternly in his direction, "and you, show's over, get back to your work too." It was an unexpected jolt of directness that nearly caused him to fall off the ladder. Todd had seen much more domineering behavior from carriers, but this girl was only 19? She was going to be trouble.
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Todd is working on a bedroom door. He hears the family come home. Turns out it's D1's door. Even in his line of work, it's rare for him to see young teens in transition. They are usually sheltered away in carrier schools. This one is especially talkative. "Hey workman guy. How's it going?" ... "I'm so excited, I just measured in at 7'1"! It looks like I'll be taller than Mia *and* D2." ...
Situations?
D1 helps him with something heavy... show of incredible strength from a 14yo carrier
D2 "runs away" forcing Todd to drive him? (why doesn't she have a car?)
D2 turns out to be the wild child party girl?
D2/D3 do something they don't want their parents to know about, right in front of Todd. (charm a boy from school because his girlfriend was a bitch to them. take incriminating pictures of him.) They realize Todd is there working. Todd doesn't disturb them, but they come at him, sure he's a risk too. They put him in a compromising situation, and get incriminating pictures of him too.
HAREM - she has men coming and going taking care of her, she confides in him about her situation
Diana's jobs...
RECEPTION - small law office hires Diana as a carrier "front desk assistant"
they started billing more hours after hiring a carrier, so while technically she's the front-desk-receptionist, her real job is to 'encourage business', suggest followup appointments, partner requests flattering business attire (pic) (pic)
she runs the front desk, greeting, and escorting people to their meetings.
... ??? where is this going?
THERAPY - office specializing in carrier related disorders has moved to a new location, Diana works as a carrier exposure participant.
The most common is traumatic admirer syndrome - when admirers have built a negative association with the chemical reaction they get from carriers.
Begins with cognitive behavioral therapy, group sessions. ...eventually with a carrier present. Patients talk about life problems with carrier anxiety, and their reactions to the carrier in the room.
Next there are group exercises, re-enacting carrier situations.
Lastly there are private de-sensitivity exposure sessions. Where patients confess how innocent and basic social interactions with carriers cause freight for them... they are exposed to the situation slowly, in a 'safe' environment. (diana plays a character as her job)
situations:
admirers explaining their candid and awkward difficulties reacting to carriers. freeze-up. body part fixations. uncontrollable submission. being "tranced" and taken advantage of.
share perspective of female admirers, especially those who are 'straight'. they feel a bit betrayed by themselves. their partners are upset.
special look at "normal" couples who are both admirers - interesting situations and the issues that result
try to get 'taken home' as a couple, but often it doesn't work out the way they hoped.
partner 'tranced' as a toy for a carrier, then comes crawling back when the carrier is done with them
people are 'talked through' their reaction to carriers, asked how they feel, given positive mental imagery
Diana's struggle -- insight into how their submissive reactions make her feel drunk with confidence. her struggle to hold back instincts and urges. some mis-steps.