FLX Chaos Theory
Chaos Theory (River)
In his office, Quinton stared at the Flexherence amplifier. The scientist in him wanted to write up his findings, to experiment further, to push man's quest for knowledge forward. Another part of him was concerned. Like the those who invented the atom bomb, he found himself wondering if the invention was too powerful for man to wield.
So far, he was the only one aware of the shift, but he had no idea of the real limits or consequences to using the device. A rush of questions flooded his mind. Where did the consciousness of Quinton go, and who was inhabiting his old body, in his old universe? Could the device be used to push others into a different universe? If so, someone else could use the device to push him into a different universe, possibly one where he'd never discovered the device. Scarier still was possibility that he'd willed his old universe out of existence completely. Each question seemed to only lead to more questions.
He also realized his bizarre and titillating experience was child's play compared to what criminals or psychopaths would do with the technology. No. He had a morale responsibility to understand this technology before he shared it with the world. In fact, he's probably already said too much to Linda. Fortunately there was much more to the theory than fixing Maxwell's equations.
What he needed to do was come up with some experiments to figure out what this device was actually doing.
In between thoughts, he looked around the desk, and noticed a picture of him and River. He looked at it with surprise, as he obviously didn't remember ever taking it. He picked up the picture to get a better look. They were hugging at the park, and they looked happy.
The more he looked at the picture, the more enamored with River he became. She was wasn't just stunning, she was familiar, like he'd imagined her before. Looking at her features, he wouldn't be surprised if he had. She was everything he dreamed of in a woman he could never have. Her face was vaguely exotic, with luscious dark hair and pouty lips while her figure was both incredibly trim and generously stacked. He was beside himself that this girl wanted anything to do with him, but the picture was proof. He was so excited. Then he remembered her walking in on him and Linda, and realized he had royally screwed up.
Quinton was startled by a ringing sound on his desk. He pushed some papers aside to see an unfamiliar smartphone, and River's picture and name plastered across the screen. It was like the universe had a sense of irony. He had no idea what to say to her. He didn't even know her. He did, however, feel sympathetic. To her, he was a boyfriend who she'd walked in on cheating. He had no intention of hurting her, but he had. He wanted her to understand that her Quinton hadn't betrayed her. He picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"So that's what I am now? Hello?" There was an awkward silence. "Look. I'm not calling to forgive you. I want you to hear yourself explain why you treated me so badly. So you can see how badly you acted."
"River, I want to explain, it's just." Quinton found it strangely familiar to say her name. "Can you come over? This is much too complex for a phone call." His question was met with a long pause.
"I don't think that's a good idea. If I come over, chemistry will take over, we'll end up in bed, and I'll miss this chance to make you feel incredibly guilty. No, I think I should stay away. So tell me, why did you do it? Are you acting out? Trying to punish me for working too much? Or do you lack the simple self-control to keep your pants on with a woman in the room?" He had no idea how to answer her questions. He decided the best route was the truth.
"River, this is going to be hard to understand, but I'm not your Quinton." That statement was met with silence. "I was working on some equations related to the multi-verse theory, one thing led to another, and then I ended up here. However implausible it may seem, I'm actually from a different universe."
"You've made excuses before, but roping your research into it? That's a new low. You don't want to apologize? Fine." With that, the phone let out a short beep as the line went dead.
Quinton looked at the picture of River in his hand, and felt absolutely terrible. He had only been in this universe for an hour, and already he'd screwed up. He cursed himself. He could have had the woman of his dreams. If only she would understand. Then he looked over at the device. Some part of him knew it was wrong, that no scientist would be this selfish. However, getting this close, seeing River and knowing what he could have, was just too much temptation.
He set down the picture, logged into his computer, and quickly restarted the control software. The device immediately began to hum. He thought carefully about what he should change, or rather what navigation he wanted to make. In his first attempt, his incredibly simple theta postulate, for Linda to be attractive, had brought him to a place where the entire evolution of humans had been altered. It was still hard for him to grasp the diversity of possible universes that existed in the vastness of the meta-verse. He just knew he wanted to make as small a change as possible. He wanted River to understand. He wanted her to stay with him. He took ahold of the device, presented his postulate, and felt everything go black.
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When he came to, he felt dizzy sitting up. He looked around and immediately grew worried. The room looked unfamiliar. It was no longer his modest postdoc bedroom, disheveled with a desk crammed in the corner. Instead he was in a dedicated office, with two nice desks and a set of bookshelves.
He stood, scouring the desk for the picture. It was in a different picture frame, but it was just where he'd left it, with he and River looking happy. He felt a wave of relief. Then he looked for his cellphone. He frantically checked the call history. He had just answered a call from her. His heart sank a little. Maybe it was too late. Maybe he couldn't change what was in the past.
He only knew one way to find out. He pressed the call button, and waited for her to pick up. Her voice was surprised, "Quinton? I'm on my way over, can this wait a few minutes?"
"River, I just want you to know, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. If I could take it back, I would."
"Quinton, I completely understand," her voice was calm and reassuring. "We both knew meta-verse navigation would be unpredictable. I can still hardly believe you actually did it. Are you starting to remember us? Is anything coming back?"
Quinton paused, looking at the picture, looking around the unfamiliar room. "Not yet, but I'd like it to." He felt slightly guilty. He knew it wasn't like amnesia. The reason he didn't remember anything, is that he was a different Quinton.
"Well hey, I'll be at our place in a few minutes. Just sit tight, and whatever you do, don't touch the device."
"Alright." It was an easy request to fill. He still didn't understand the ramifications of his last navigation. The phone beeped as the line closed, and he wandered towards the door, curious about what else had changed.
The living room was even more strikingly different than the office. It was sleek, modern, and well decorated, with artwork lining clean white walls. It looked expensive. Certainly not something he could afford on a meager postdoc stipend. He wondered if somehow in this universe he had a much more lucrative job. He continued wandering, down a hallway and through another door.
The bedroom was just as impressive as the living room. A striking piece of colorful artwork lay above a king size bed, which was neatly made and accompanied by expensive looking side tables. He found himself brewing with excitement over the changes he'd seen so far. He just wanted River to forgive him, and somehow his entire life had been uplifted.
He heard the sound of the front door opening, and rushed back to the living room. Seeing River, he felt his heart flutter. (pic pic pic) Her outfit was surprisingly different. Instead of athletic wear, she was wearing a plain grey high waisted dress that seemed like it was trying to make her unsexy. However, with trim lines, long legs, high heels, and huge rack there was no hope. She looked like a porn star school teacher.
"Quinton!" As she held out her arms, he responded, rushing to her. She was much taller than he expected, about an inch taller than him in her high heels. As he reached his arms around her, he was overwhelmed by sensations - her breasts pressing into his arms, her hands holding around her waist, and the feeling of her bra through the thin fabric of her dress. He couldn't believe she was his. Suddenly, something in his life felt so suddenly right.
He would have been content to hold on forever, but she gently broke off their embrace and casually kissed him. "When I discovered that missing term in the Maxwell-Faraday equation, I never imagined it would be the key to the meta-verse!" Quinton felt uneasy. In his original universe, Professor Monta had made that discovery.
Suddenly, questions in Quinton's mind began to fit together like puzzle pieces. After each navigation, he found an active device, hooked up to a the same simulation software. Which means he must have been trying to navigate the meta-verse in both of these universes. He wasn't navigating all possibility universes, just the ones where he had activated the amplifier. Of course!
"You've been working on this for years, and you finally did it!" Mid sentence, River made for the couch, pulling Quinton with her. He sat right next to her. "You should have told me you were getting so close, I would have been here with you."
Part of him wanted to lie, to pretend this was just amnesia. It seemed like she'd accept him more easily that way. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. "River, I have to explain something." He struggled for a way to start. "I don't remember you, because I'm not the same Quinton who was here an hour ago. I haven't been working on this for years. I just found out about Flexherence today at Professor Monta's lecture."
"Quinton, are you feeling okay? I'm Professor Monta." She squeezed his hand, and began musing to herself in a somber tone. "Of course. Only you were in quantum coherence. The observers are all frozen in their reference universe. You were the singularity." She looked him right in the eye, "you're from a different universe!"
"You understand Flexherence theory?" He was just as startled hearing her muse about meta-physics as he was hearing she discovered the missing term. "Where I came from, the missing term was found by Dr. Luiz Monta."
"Luiz is my father. His tinkering in magnetics sparked my interest during college." As she spoke, her posture shifted, and Quinton's eyes wandered across the teasing plump cleavage poking out of her neckline. "I discovered the missing term during my first Ph.D study, Anomalous Magnetic Resonance of Human Subjects."
"First Ph.D?" Quinton almost coughed in shock. River seemed younger than his 28 years, yet she had a professorship, and more than one Ph.D? "Wow, you seem so young. You can't be older than...?"
"Twenty Five. I got my undergrad from University of Brazil at seventeen, and finished my dual Ph.D at twenty-two. My family has an exceptionally strong gene-line, but it's not terribly uncommon." River smiled about her obvious source of pride.
"Wow." Quinton was more than impressed. He was a little intimidated. A life in academia had made him no stranger to genius, but River was a prodigy, and it wasn't terribly uncommon? "What are your degrees in?"
"Particle physics and mathematics. You and I have some pretty good debates, when you can keep up!" River squeezed his hand, "though I have a serious upper hand." Her eyes looked down deliberately, falling on her chest. When she looked back up, Quinton's face flushed red.
"Uhm," he stammered, embarrassed, "it seems like I have quite a bit to learn about this universe." He tried to remain calm, but her proximity and flirtation was too much. He could feel a stiffness stirring in his pants.
"I suspect you could use someone to help you acclimate. Someone who knows your life very well. Someone who can keep your secret." River was excited. She knew this wasn't her Quinton, but she had every intention of keeping him. Afterall, he was smart enough to traverse the meta-verse. She had to have him, and she had to know how he did it.
"Yes, that would be pretty helpful." Quinton was trying to act normal, but he was now awkwardly holding his arm over his lap, trying keep her from noticing his situation. It was too late. River knew her body was as much of an aphrodisiac for him, as his intellect was for her.
"Well, seeing as you live with me. Perhaps you'd like to keep posing as my boyfriend, for show of course." There was a suggestive lilt to her voice. "Not that I'm opposed to continuing our relationship. Tell me, did you have a girlfriend?"
He lived with her? So this was her apartment. He took another look around, realizing that made more sense. "No, no. No girlfriend. Where I came from, being smart doesn't get the attention of any women, let alone extremely attractive women." River smiled at the compliment.
"Ohh, how dreadful. What are women interested in, if not the smartest men?" Quinton found himself watching her hand gently move against the fabric of her dress.
"Generally the strongest, or the richest, or the most famous." River let out spontaneous laughter. Just being this close to Quinton was turning her on. She enjoyed him watching her hiking up her dress until the hemline was on her thigh.
"A woman after a man's money? How bizarre. And what does being strong or famous do for a woman's needs?" River spread her legs slightly, and pulled her dress further up. Quinton was becoming surprised and slightly uncomfortable at her overtly sexual behavior, but he watched every moment.
"River, what are you doing?" Before she finished, she had pulled her dress so far up part of her panties was exposed.
"What do you mean? You said you don't have a girlfriend, and even if you did, you left her behind in another universe. I want you to satisfy me, and this dress isn't going to remove itself. Or maybe you'd prefer to start up top?" Her hands each pulled down on the neckline of her dress, while simultaneously pressing into her chest, causing her breasts to plump out the top in an incredible way. "Come here Quinton, I know you want me."
Quinton was surprised by her forwardness, but he wasn't exactly unwilling. It didn't take long for him to accept the invitation, moving closer. As he approached, she laid back on the couch, drawing him onto her, until he was kissing the tops of her breasts.
"That's a good boy. You make me so wet. Here, take my nipple in your mouth." She had pulled at the fabric of her dress, and used the other hand to coax him down, until her sensitive skin hardened into his mouth. "That's wonderful, just how I like it. You take care of me, and I take care of you. Mmm."
Quinton progressively worked his way towards her, until he was straddling her, rubbing and squeezing at her body. She was trim and firm everywhere except her glorious tits. He squeezed and suckled at her, never having felt anything like them. She was into it too, pulling his face into her body. Then, without warning, she pushed him away.
"I want something else now. Go see how wet I am for you." With that she started gently pushing him down. Quinton was confused at first, until she pulled her dress and panties away from her bare sex, and it became obvious. He hadn't been with a girl in a long time, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd done this. He knelt on the floor between her legs, looking up at her amazing body, her dress haphazardly pulled away from her sexual areas. He knew in that moment he'd do anything he could to keep her. He leaned in, and brought his tongue onto her.
"Mmmm, yes. Right there." Her hands immediately slipped into his hair, coaxing him against her. He did his best, lapping his tongue against her lips. "Not too fast. That's right." He could feel her hips adjusting, fine tuning his contact. "Quinton, I knew you were smart.... but I never thought you'd crack the meta-verse. Ahhhh. We're a good team, aren't we?" He didn't know if she really expected an answer, with him face deep in her drippings, but he nodded his head anyway.
"Ahhh. Yes. A little faster now." Quinton did his best, increasing his pace. "MMmm. That's right. I'm ready. Be a good boy and make me cum." Quinton found her comment peculiar, but she was so sexy he didn't care. He did his best, lapping at her faster and faster as she whimpered. Finally he felt her hands grab hard at his hair, almost painfully so. "Yes! Yes! Don't stop." He did his best to keep at it, despite her hips moving and gyrating against him. "More. More. Yes! Uhh Yes! Ahh. Ahh."
As her motions and sounds calmed down, he tried to pull away, but her hands gripped his hair firmly. "More, Quinton. I want another. Keep going." He did his best to stay on her as her hips moved. "Mmmm. That's right. So hot. Mmmm. Knowing you're all mine. Mmmm. I'm coming." She whimpered in pace, her hips gyrating against him more firmly now. It wasn't just his tongue against her anymore, she's forced his whole mouth against her. Still he did his best, and was relieved when her second climax came. "Ahhh! Yes. Yes. Yes." Her hips bucked hard against him a few times, then she whimpered and calmed, before pulling his head away from her sex.
"Thank you, sweetie. Aww. I must have been a little rough with you, your face is all red." Quinton didn't consider himself much of a stallion, but she looked so sexy -- dress parted around spread legs and pulled off her huge tits -- he wanted to climb on and pound into her. He stood, and the animal in him began pulling down his pants. However, by the time he had his clothes off, she had already closed her legs and straightened her dress. He wasn't sure what to say.
"What were you expecting?" River remembered many things could be different where he came from. "Ohh Quinton, so much to learn about this universe. Here you don't get to enter a woman until she marries you. Don't worry, I'm not *mean*. Would you like a handjob? Come here." She sat up, reached for his cock, and a moment later she was stroking him. "What else can I tell you about life here?"
"Uhm..." Quinton felt weird. Both about the way he was naked while she was fully clothed, and about the way she trying to chit-chat while touching him. Though he did have tons of questions. "How did we meet? And what is our relationship like?"
"We met three years ago. You were on the review panel for my second Ph.D." She stopped stroking, and started just gently rubbing him. "I was smitten by you, so when this professorship came up last year, I moved here, offered you terms to move in with me, and we've been dating ever since. As for our relationship, I don't know. It's typical for someone of your intellect."
Without warning, she stopped, a sour look on her face. "Though you are generally not so rude. You know, I could just make you come and be done with you." She reached for his shirt, wadded it up against the tip of his penis, and gave him a surprising stroke. Quinton felt a shudder run through him. The next time she did it, his knees got weak and he struggled not to come right there. "If you want me to spend my time giving you a handjob, without being asked mind you, I expect you to be polite and say thank you."
Quinton felt her hand preparing for what might be the final stroke. He urgently responded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Thank you?" It felt strange to say, but it seemed to satisfy River. She relaxed her grip and set his shirt aside.
"See? Was that so hard?" She twisted her fingers around him, sending a very different tingle through his spine. It made him a little weak in the knees, but unlike her previous motion, it was charging him up instead of setting him off. "I tell you when I enjoy you. It's not too much to expect the same in return, is it?" She repeated the motion, again causing him to shudder.
"No, no. I like that, oohh." After two more rounds of the way she was rubbing him, he felt like he might fall, and gingerly made his way to the couch, careful not to pull himself free of her ministrations. "Ohh, that's so good."
Once he was on the couch, River encouraged him to lie back, pressed her body into him, and took him back in her hand. "Now where was I? Our relationship. For a man you're incredibly smart, so I consider myself lucky." This time her fingers were patiently dragging against him. "You please me at least once a day, and give me a massage once a month. I pay the rent and the bills and give you a $400 per week allowance, which is quite generous."
"All...owa..nce?" It was hard for him to think clearly with her not only handling him, but also smashing her huge breast into his side.
"Of course. What girlfriend wouldn't offer an allowance? Ohh, right, you didn't have a girlfriend. How strange. In this universe, you've had girls after you since puberty. Like the girl you dropped to move in with me. She wanted to marry you, but I offered much better terms, and I have much better tits."
This version of Quinton had never met the other girl, but he didn't doubt it. River's tits were amazing. As she continued to fondle him, he admired the way being smashed up against him was plumping them out of her otherwise modest dress.
River noticed him staring. "Though you normally don't just gawk like a school boy. You have permission to handle them anytime we're in private. It's another one of our terms, one you usually take ample advantage of." Quinton didn't need to hear that invitation twice. He reached over, squeezing a fleshy shape that was much more than a handful. River teased him, "nice, aren't they?"
"Y-e-sss." Quinton had gotten over the way he was naked and she was fully clothed. River was sexier than any woman he could imagine, and she was his girlfriend! He could handle this universe being a little strange. Then, without warning, her fingers twisted around his head and sent a huge chill through his spine. This time he remembered to be polite. "Ahhh, I like that."
"Mmmm, do you? Normally I don't keep you going this long, but talking about our relationship is making me amorous." As she spoke, her fingers twisted and rubbed, sending him into an internal frenzy. "As for our other terms... You *were* trusted to be alone with other women, though we may have to suspend that for a while. You also earn one blowjob credit a month, and five for any of your discoveries I publish, redeemable anytime I'm not under a work deadline. Which again, is really generous."
Quinton had barely heard what she said, driven to near sexual delirium. However, one thing caught his attention. He struggled to get the question out amidst her attention. "You.... you publish... my discoveries?"
"How else would you get published? You think a science publication would take a man seriously? At least with me you get something for it. And for cracking the meta-verse, your agent will probably push for even more." She looked sensuously down at his erection, held at perpetual attention by the subtle motion of her fingers. She could easily entice him to use one of his two saved credits, but she knew it wouldn't be fair. After all this teasing, he'd only last a few seconds in her mouth.
Some part of Quinton was shocked at what he was hearing. She gave him an allowance? He couldn't publish his own research? He had an agent? How had a simple thought changed so much. That said, his concern could barely break through the sexual desire flowing through him. A moment later he was whimpering, the sensation in his groin having become slightly painful.
"Awww. I love it when you make that sound." She again twisted her palm over him. He found the motion so stimulating, so torturous, that he whined, almost shedding a tear. "It's so cute. Now I just want to keep going. Tell me something about where you came from." She waited until he looked about to speak, then juiced him with several twists of her wrist, cutting off his speech. She loved seeing him struggle like this. "Ohh," she giggled in satisfaction, "I'm sorry, I'll let up a little. Go ahead." She squeezed his cock hard, holding it still, knowing any kind of thrusting motion could immediately set him off. She didn't want that.
Quinton panted, catching his breath. He wanted release, not to be teased to the brink and interrogated, but he didn't feel like he had much of a choice. "It's very different," he started, pausing to see if he'd get the words out. "For one, relationships aren't negotiated."
"How barbaric!" River's brow furrowed. "Was there no emancipation compromise?" She could tell from his vacant look that he'd never heard of it. "Before the compromise, a man's signature was valid without a witness. Women could cocktease everything they owned away from them. Men were practical property. Our negotiation system was a huge step for equality. You'll see when we handle the disclosure of your invention."
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