Quinton is a Math Postdoc. He meets some geeky friends at lunch. Linda, a junior in one of the classes he TAs, drops by, reminding him he's promised to help her study that afternoon. (she should use some over-flirt about curves) She's flirty, but overweight and not attractive. When Linda leaves, one of the guys pokes fun at Quinton because she's into him.
After lunch, Quinton goes to a visiting math professor's fascinating lecture on flexherence - pushing the world towards probalistically possible but physically different outcomes. However, one would need a navigator. What if the human mind is just that navigator? We talk about the power of positive thinking. What if it's real? What if in some small way we do manifest our own destiny? Our mytical stories about prominant figures in history might not be mythical at all, but stories about humans with much stronger flexherence. He believies he's found the underlying mathematics behind flexherence, and is working to make an artificial device to amplify it. He makes overtures about imagining a different world, and instantly arriving there. It's pretty pie in the sky stuff. Quinton, however, is enamored with the mathematics. After the talk, he privately asks a question that sounds really mathematical. 'of course he's tried that. though he compliments Quinton's understanding of the theory. He has to run to catch his plane, but he offers Quinton the non-working field generator. one of his many failed experiments. he brought it as a prop'
Through the Looking Glass
At home, (paint a picture of his modest apartment), Quinton is fascinated. he hooks up the field generator to a computer, and in a half hour has the driver hooked up to his computational software. It does nothing. He looks over the equations, and realizes the processor hard-coded the device parameters. However, it would be far more precise to use the sensory feedback to auto-calibrate. After making the change, the device emits a low buzz, but is otherwise unremarkable. For a few minutes, he watches the emerging data, mesmorized. Something still isn't right. The device parameters are continually fluctuating. He immediately recognizes the paradox. If the aparatus works, it would immediately switch with a similar device in another reality, one where the aparatus was slightly different, causing the parameters to drift. Therefore, the hum and fluctuating parameters might be a sign the device is already working. Or, it might be nothing. How would he ever know?
Out of intense curiousity, he placed his hands on the device, wondering what exactly was going on inside it. Wondering about the amazing things that would be possible if the Flexherence theory turned out to be correct.
Just then, the doorbell rang. He already knew who it was. Linda. He immediately felt distaste in his mouth. Whenever he tutored her at home, she'd sit right next to him to intentionally flirt and bump her pudgy thighs into him. However, he really needed the money. Besides, he wasn't sure if it bothered him more that she was flirting with him, or that she was the only girl that was flirting with him. He wished attractive girls wanted to flirt with him.
Just then, the device began to vibrate in his hand more aggressively, so much that it started to hurt. He tried to let go, but he found that he couldn't, his fingers were fused around it. His teeth started to rattle, then his whole body started to vibrate, and he found he couldn't move. His muscles clenched tighter and tighter, trying to control the sensation running through him. His vision swam, blurring the entire room, then everything went black.
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When Quinton came too, he was on the floor. He checked himself over and was unharmed. He scrambled to his feet and found the device sitting on the desk, faintly humming. The computer screen was filled with familiar waveforms. Again the doorbell rang, this time impatiently, the sound cycling three times in a row. He remembered about Linda showing up. He quickly shut down the software, and hurried to answer the door.
"Hey Linda. I'm sorry to..." The shock of what he was seeing stopped him mid sentence. (pic pic pic pic) Instead of the pudgy math student he expected, the woman at his door was outrageously gorgeous. Her face vaguely resembled Linda, like it could be her sister or cousin. However, that's where the similarity ended. Tight spandex hugged fit and trim arms, waist, and body. There was not an ounce of flab on her. Meanwhile, her straight blond hair fell down around breasts that her top seemed designed to show off. She was stunning, and Quinton had absolutely no idea what she was doing at his apartment.
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"What? Don't tell me you forgot you are helping me this afternoon. I just reminded you at lunch!" The beauty pushed past Quinton and into the apartment. Quinton was puzzled. She sounded like Linda, she acted like Linda, but she didn't look anything like Linda. Including the gorgeous trim backside that Quinton couldn't help admire as she walked past. He made a point to poke his head out the door and check if anyone was around, as if something as strange as this might be accompanied by spectators. There was no one around.
Back inside, the woman had already made herself comfortable on his sofa, and pulled out exactly the same textbook he'd been helping Linda with. He approached with hesitance. His first thought was that someone was playing a prank on him, but who, and why? He looked her over again, feeling eerie about the bits of resemblance to Linda becoming obvious. She had the same bookbag. She held her pen the same way. She laid out her book and paper the same way. Aside from her appearance, everything else about her seems to obviously be Linda. Quinton sat in the chair to her left, and hesitatingly addressed her, "Linda?"
She immediately looked up at him. "Yes? I think I have matrix multiplication down now, but I still don't understand eigenvectors. Can we start there?" Quinton felt like he had just fallen into an alternate reality where Linda was smoking hot. As soon as the thought entered his mind, his eyes looked towards the office, thinking of the apparatus. Is it possible it had worked? He found himself startled by a pair of fingers snapping in front of him, "Quinton?! Earth to Quinton. Where are you right now?"
"I'm sorry. I just..." Quinton looked at her, momentarily not sure what to say. "I'm in the middle of an experimental theorem, and the results are quite astounding. You're Linda, who I've been helping with linear algebra all semester?"
She shot him a puzzled look. "Quinton, are you feeling okay?" She reached over, brushing her hand across his forehead. Quinton's face flushed. Not only had he never been touched by such a beautiful woman, but as she moved, the skin tight fabric of her outfit revealed every inch of her body's gorgeous shape. "You don't seem warm, but you are looking a little red."
"I'm fine. You need help with eigenvectors, of course" He reached over, unable to avoid checking her out as he flipped her book back a few pages and pointed to a figure. "There. We're seeing a 2d transformation matrix applied to vectors. Any vectors that points in the same direction after the transformation is an eigenvector of the transformation. Understand?"
"That's it?" She looked up in disbelief. "It sounds so simple when you put it that way." She put her pencil to paper and drew as she talked. "So if the transform is a 30 degree rotation about the origin, then there are no 2d eigenvectors?" Something about seeing this hot woman scribble Cartesian axes and talk about math was seriously pushing his buttons. He couldn't help notice details of her top, like the pull lines where here breasts were straining the fabric, and the way it had ridden an inch off her waist.
A moment later he realized he was staring, and she was watching. He suddenly stammered out an answer, "yes, yes. There are no 2d eigenvectors, but there are 3d eigenvectors along the z-axis."
"Quinton, if you keep looking at me that way, I'm going to want help with a different kind of curve function." She shot him a silly grin as she straightened up, making her chest even more prominent.
Quinton felt his pulse rise. Flirting with him was nothing new for Linda, but having the body to get his attention was. Quinton was beginning to believe the device had actually worked. The universe certainly felt like it was crashing in on him. He realized any moment the flexherence could collapse and he could find himself back in his own dimension. He debated telling her everything, then decided to just cover. "I'm sorry. I just...I've never seen you in this outfit before. It's really different."
"Quinton!" She reached over and pushed his knee. "Don't apologize! If I had known wet hair and a camisol would get your attention, I would have rushed over after a workout long ago." She pulled at the fabric, causing it to ride up and expose a few more inches of skin. Skin that drew Quinton's immediate attention. She noticed and smiled, patting the couch. "Why don't you sit here. It's much easier when you're not writing upside down."
"Actually, I need some water. Would you like some water?" Before waiting for an answer, he was in the kitchen, filling two glasses at the sink while he desperately tried to figure out what to do. If he understood was was happening, that little device in his bedroom had twisted reality itself around him, pushing him into another dimension. That meant the multiverse and parallel universes were real! The mathematics and physics implications were astounding. None of which seemed more astounding than Linda's new appearance. As he made his way back to the couch, she was lying back. He couldn't help but notice both the way her breasts perched implausibly high on her chest, and the way an outline of her nipples was barely visible. His hand was shaking with anticipation as he handed her a glass.
"Thank you." Her eyes never left him as she took a long sip and set the water next to her textbook. Then she took his, setting it down before sliding close enough for their legs to touch. "You know why I flirt with you Quinton?" She reached over, coaxing his hand to her thigh. "There is something familiar about you. Like I knew you in a past life. Plus, you are the smartest man I know." Quinton's hand was slightly trembling. "Awww, have you just been nervous all this time? Is that why you've always turned me down?"
"Turned you down?" Quinton had a pretty vivid imagination, but he couldn't imagine a version of himself that would ignore this woman. He felt like he was pretending to be someone else. He couldn't do it anymore, he had to tell her. "Linda, this is going to be hard to understand, but that wasn't me. I have to confess something. Are you familiar with the multi-verse theory?" She nodded, her lips curled in skepticism. "Until a few moments ago, I was in another universe. One where you were...not stunningly beautiful."
Linda smiled, cocking her head to the side. "Ohh Quinton! That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me! I hope you're not just teasing. Do you really think I'm beautiful?" She gently pulled at her hair in a playful way.
"Seriously? is a second order function continuous?" He didn't mean to be rude, he just couldn't imagine it was ever in doubt. Linda wasted no time in responding, leaning in, and bringing her lips to his. For a moment it was awkward, Quinton both completely off guard and very out of practice. However, they eventually settled into a gentle rhythm, tongues tangling until they parted. Linda was smiling from ear to ear.
"Linda, did you hear what I said? I'm from a different universe." She heard him, but she was interested in something else. As he spoke she knelt on the couch, and swung one leg over him. "It's because of flexherence theory, and it's the first time it's happened. It might not even be stable." By the time he was finished, he was lying back and she was straddling him.
"Well, if it's not stable, then we might not have much time." She reached for her top, and in seconds she had pulled it over her head.
Quinton was stunned by the sight of her naked breasts. It wasn't that he'd never seen a woman's breasts before, he'd just never seen any that looked as perfect and perky as this.
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"Quinton, you're staring." She cupped her hands under her tits, gently lifting them. "Breasts are naturally parabolic, but I prefer to keep them tight and eliptical." Her hand stayed moving, slowly tracing her shape, occasionally squeezing at her nipples. "They each have a very sensitive discontinuity." Quinton was mesmerized watching her touch herself.
"You can't keep your eyes off me, can you? You really are a different Quinton. What did you call it? Flex-inance? Tell me, how did it happen?" She reached for one of his hands, pulling it to her body.
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"Flex-hereance." She pulled his hand up her tummy, working it up her body. "The leading researcher gave me a prototype device, and I fixed it. The resonance compensation wasn't properly parameterized."
"Ohh Quinton," she took his other hand, and squeezed them both into her tits. "You're so sexy when you talk mathematics. Tell me what happened next, and don't leave out any details!"
Quinton was more interested in how it felt to squeeze her in his hands, but he tried his best to multitask. "Well, I realized it needed quantum coherence with the subject, so I held it. You see his theory is that it amplifies..." He was momentarily startled as her hands rubbed down over his crotch. "It amplifies the human brains ... natural control over .... dimensional...." Feeling her hands on him was too much distraction to continue.
It took her no time at all to unbuckle his belt and pants, and slip her hands down against his bare skin. His whole body shuddered in response. "Uh huh. So you held it, and then what?" Her double entendre was obviously no accident, with her firmly holding his erection in her hands.
Quinton was kind of foggy about exactly what happened, and it was important to science. As he tried hard to remember, his hands fell to his sides. "I'm not actually sure. I guess the doorbell rang, and for a moment I wished for the world to be....different than it was. Of course! The Flexherence amplifier needed a binding coefficient in the human mind. The professor called it the theta postulate." He was so excited at his realization, he grabbed and squeezed her torso, momentarily ignoring the fact that she was buck naked from the waist up. "Do you know what this means?"
"I have no idea, but you are making me so wet." Linda's fingers started gently rubbing his cock, sending a chill up his spine. "Would you explain it to me? Tell me every axiom, every equation?" With each moment of her fingers dragging against him, he felt himself wanting her, pulling himself towards her. He admired her naked breasts, and before he could think, his lips were against her skin, licking and sucking at the top of her tit.
She responded, leaning into him until he was laid back against the couch, and her tits were smashed into his face. He licked and sucked the flesh and felt her nipple slide into his mouth. It hardened against his tongue. His hands rubbed down her sides, until he was squeezing the firm shape of her toned ass. He was so enthralled with how her body felt, he didn't think to wonder about how crazy all this was.
In the background, there was metalic sound at the door, like keys jingling, though it didn't register with Quinton. A moment later, the door opened, but he didn't notice, as he was too entranced by Linda's tit smashed into his face.
"Quinton!" A female voice screamed. Linda didn't seem startled at all, but Quinton certainly was. He coaxed her out of the way so he could see around her. Just inside the door, was the tallest, most gorgeous raven haired beauty he'd ever seen. (pic) She was wearing a tight blue top and jeans that showed off her every curve. Compared to Linda, she was every bit as fit, every bit was beautiful, only she was taller and even more stacked. Her vaguely latin features, pouty lips, and sexy posture simply exuded sex. She was staring right at Quinton when she fumed, "what the hell is going on here?"
Quinton had no idea who she was. He looked at her, then looked at Linda with an incredibly puzzled look. She was clutching her top to her chest for cover-up.He had no idea how a geeky semi-attractive math post-doc could ever get the attention of either of these women.
"Sometimes you are such a child, Quinton. You want to play with the undergrads? Fine, but doing it here, where I can walk in on you? It's like you see a little skin and that genius IQ of yours drops into the teens. I have no patience for this right now, but trust me, you're going to pay." Then, just as quickly as she arrived, River turned and stormed out the door. Quinton looked to Linda, completely perplexed.
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"Do you need to go after her?" Linda was separating her top from her sports-bra, in preparation for putting it back on.
"Honestly? I don't even know her. Who was she?"
"This Flexherence stuff isn't a joke, is it? The multi-verse is actually real? And you really moved between dimensions?" Quinton nodded. "Holy crap. You are even smarter than I thought." She squeezed her clothes to her chest, briefly shuddering. "Well, in *this* universe, that's River, your girlfriend."
"My what!?" Quinton didn't have the faintest idea what was going on, but he was increasingly certain the meta-verse was real and the flexherence device actually worked. "Why are beautiful women like you and her interested in *me*?"
"For someone so smart, you're sometimes really daft, Quinton. All women are attracted to men like you."
"Uhm, what exactly does that mean? And talk to me like I don't know anything about your world, because I'm beginning to think I don't."
"Ohh right, you're from another dimension. God, that's so hot." She shuddered again, her hands reflexively squeezing at her own breasts. "In this dimension, women are very attracted to smart men." The cadence of her speech made it clear she was incredibly aroused. "Recent science suggests intelligence directly triggers the release of sex hormones. Which is undoubtedly why I'm so turned on right now." Quinton couldn't help but half stare at the way she was holding herself, attention she didn't mind at all. "You know, Quinton. You *could* finish explaining Flexherence to me. Tell me the actual mathematics behind it."
"Uhm, it's quite complicated." Almost in response, Linda slowly slid her hands down, teasing to expose herself. "I suppose I could start by explaining an important correction to Maxwell's equations." She nodded, dropping her clothes to the side. "The first breakthrough was the addition of an extra term to the Maxwell-Faraday equation."
"Impressive." As if in reward, she drew her fingers across her naked breasts, encouraging him. "Do continue." Though she didn't bother waiting. Her hands slid down her body, onto his, and caressed across his underwear.
"It's easy to ... see why we didn't discover it earlier." Quinton shuddered a bit at the sensation of her fingers dragging on him. "The only known structure which can ... affect the additional term seems to be an area near the pineal gland." Linda smiled as her hands calmly freed him from his underwear. "The theory says that human sentience doesn't just ... ahh... react to the physical world around us, we actually navigate the multi-verse."
"Does that mean we *do* actually make our own destiny?" Quinton was impressed she understood the implication. Just as he was about to clarify, she rubbed a palm across the head, sending a shudder up his spine. "This certainly feels like destiny to me." She repeated the motion, sending another wave of sensation through him.
"Technically... ahhh," the sensations were making it harder and harder for him to complete his sentences. "Technically we don't make anything, every universe that's possible already exists. We just navigate to it." She brought a hand to her mouth, making a show of licking her tongue against it before placing the wetness against him. He shuddered in response.
"How about we test it? Think hard about the destiny you'd like to arrive at." With that she stood, and began to peel her bottoms off. Quinton couldn't believe any of this was happening. He gave her body a once-over. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her sex was trimmed bare, and he could see the glisten of wetness on her.
"While I deliver your destiny," she declared, "I'd like to deliver mine. Tell me about your contributions. Tell me about the equations, and how you solved them. You think you can do that?"
Quinton nodded. "My first clue was when I connected up the prototype." Linda knelt between his legs. "He was using a strictly sinusoidal oscillating term, and I realized, ahhh..." Linda lay down on him, her hair draping across his chest as she pulled his cock against her tits. "I realized the oscillation was from feedback."
"Uhhh," he heard her moan. He didn't know it, but Linda had reached down and was fingering her clit. A moment later, she took him into her mouth, and began slowly twirling and rubbing him with her lips and tongue. He was completely absorbed in the sensation, his muscles clenching.
After tens of seconds of silence, she moaned again, her sounds muffled by his cock, "mmmm!". She gently let him free, stood, and began climbing ontop of him. "More, tell me more."
"Well, I realized the hum of the amplifier was because..." He struggled to keep talking as she took him inside her. "Because it was actually working." Her motion was slow at first, her glorious body gently riding him.
She laid down on him, whispering into his ear, "ohh Quinton. You are so fucking smart." He embraced her in return, his hands finding tight bare ass. Her pace gently increased. "More.."
"The device needs a tangible ... connection to the Flexherence modulator." With each stroke, Quinton find it harder to speak, and harder to stave off the impending climax. He clenched every muscle he could. "So I ...took it in my hand... and that's when..."
Without warning, she suddenly started to move more aggressively. "Ohh, Quinton, I'm coming." Instead of riding up and down, she suddenly started rotating her hips against him. "Ohh, yes! Yes!" More of her body joined the motion, her back arching. It only took a few moments of this before Quinton lost control, whimpering and spasaming into her. When he was done, he looked up to see her smiling and still gently gyrating. Over the next several seconds, her motions slowly came to a stop, and finally she climbed off and reached for her clothes.
Quinton took that as his cue, and a couple minutes later they were both fully clothed. Linda sat down next to him on the couch.
"Quinton," she was smiling awkwardly, "I have something to confess to you." For Quinton, nothing about this day could be stranger than it already was. He just nodded. "I actually have a boyfriend."
"Okay?" He looked at her, perplexed. "So then why did this just happen?"
"He's a nice guy, but he's not very bright. You can't blame a girl." She was gathering her books back into her bag. "I just had to know what it was like to be with someone like you. I thought you were the smartest man on campus, but you might be the smartest man in the world!" She zipped the bag, and shot him a funny smirk. "It was totally worth it!" With that she gave him an extended goodbye kiss, grabbed her things and headed for the door.