Story Concept
scientists discover the mechanism underlying Sting Ray sex-linked size-differences (females 2.2x bigger than males), and learn how to use it in humans
...mental control of pituitary
...mother's influence (ray song)
...sex-linked gene-activation
...behavioral trigger (?)
Characters
Inspiration
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1ksuwu_kyra-s-sexy-boob-tease_lifestyle
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1png0z_luna-is-juicy_lifestyle
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1pelts_luna-lynn-in-a-fishnet-body-suit_redband
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xq37ad_luna-lynn-in-a-pink-bunny-outfit_redband
Story 1: mother-ray
scientists investigating the Sting Ray sex-linked size-differences
... discover that adolescent female growth is "trained" by the mother-ray
... suspect that animal size is from social conditioning... that the pituitary could be voluntarily controlled, just like monks controlling heartrate or skin temperature
... the press and scientific community chastise the ideas and studies
... a wealthy investor is curious, and funds a research project, which has impressive results
... first some hormonal results occur through meditative practice, resulting in triggered "youth" and "libido" after puberty
... the head scientists high-school daughter is an intern, helping to run the studies, she takes up the practice, and is frustrated to get only 1/2" in a month. (not realizing this is impressive)
... they discover the rays train their female offspring through their electrochemical "song"
... the daughter is fascinated, asks what it sounds like, tries to understand it, then she puts her hand in the water and "feels" it. "Yes, that's it!" She recognizes the feeling from her meditation. The scientists are a little surprised, "feel what?" they stick their hands in the water, and she explains the sensations she feels, which they don't. She's drawn to touch the mother ray, but gets a little zap and yanks away, scientists laughing.
... she comes back later, dips her hand in, and the mother ray swims to her, and ignites the feeling, even stronger this time. She loses track of time, mesmerized. finally someone interrupts, and she makes up a story as she makes her exit.
....she can still feel the sensation burning in her, and she rushes to her room to meditate more. She feels warm all over, and a bit dizzy. Eventually her legs and shoulders ache, she's tired, and she drifts off to sleep.
.... The next day, she's astounded to find herself a half-inch taller already. She excitedly tries to tell her father about the whole thing, He wonder's if she's on some of drug, if she's feeling okay (she feels warm). She gets flustered and storms out, determined to "prove" she's not just a silly kid. She makes up reasons to spend the day with the rays, and uses every chance she can get to communicate with the mother. She feels the sensation, and finds it hard to hold with the distractions of the lab and people talking to her. Eventually she finds the balance, and is holding her hand in the water, feeling the tingly burn while interacting with one of the (cute male) lab attendants. He starts to respond a little too much, and she finds herself accidentally flirting more than she should. At home she meditates more, feeling the burn stronger.
The next day she's another half-inch taller. She's exited, as for sure her dad will believe her when she's two inches taller. Two days later, she's pleased to find herself 2 and a quarter inches taller even before she goes to bed. She's thrilled, and excited to talk to her dad the next day. Getting ready for bed, she notices her chest seems a little 'plump' in her bra, and recalls some science from the lab about the pituitary stimulation being connected to growth, stress, and sexual development. She reasons to herself that must be why she keeps getting mega-turned-on by the cute guy in the lab. She stops herself, and forces herself to sleep, excited to talk to her dad the next day.
.... dream #1
her in the lab, touching the mother ray, feeling warm. Explaining to the cute-lab guy what it's doing. He's skeptical but interested.
Asking her confirming questions about her growth differences ("now that you mention it, you do seem a little taller. run the numbers by me again..") He's looking at her proportions methodically, like she's a specamin, getting closer, asking if he can measure her height. She nods, and he confirms she's (5' 9.5"), now a full three-and-a-half inches taller than her previous 5'6".
In the process, he's really close and she starts to get turned on by him again. He starts to act funny, distracted, attracted to her -- the cat has his tongue, and he has butterflies. The process excites the mother ray in the tank, and she splashes violently for a moment, breaking their connection.
She makes a joke, calms the mother, palming against her skin, and feels much stronger sensations surging through her. "Ohh wow. It's happening right now, I can feel it!" She feels warm all over, and feels the ache. (What is happening? the mother, she's talking to you?) Then they both notice her eyes rise just a little bit, a little surge. Enough to notice something, but not enough to be certain. (Did that just happen? Did you just get a tiny bit taller?)
"I don't know," she's out of breath, consumed with the sensations originating in her hand, and washing over her, "but whatever it is, it's coming from her." She looks down into the water, her breath panting, as she feels another big surge from the mother ray. She staggers to catch herself this time, the mother ray finally swimming away across the tank. She catches her breath, stands up, and they both stare in disbelief as they both realize she is somehow now as tall as he is (aka 5'11"). "uhm" Eventually he holds up the tape-measure, "do you mind if I?", (yeah, I think you should).
He slips the tape under her toe, and draws it up from the floor, feeling sexually charged and forced to follow every curve of her body. While he does, she's feeling warm all over, and can feel sexual energy coming off him like it's heat. She wants more of it, she wants him to touch her, she wants to kiss him, but she tries to keep control of herself. She can feel the warm glow inside her, and tries instead to focus on that. It's hard, watching him draw the tape-measure up past her own breasts, she can not only feel them pushing against the contour of her bra, but she can see their shape newly plumped into the curve of her neckline. She catches her body instinctively leaning towards him, trying to brush into him, and again forces her concentration back to the warm glow. When the tape measure passes her face, she notices something even more startling, she's taller than him. Probably only by an inch, but it feels very noticeable. It's like time is moving in slow motion, as he holds the tape-measure above her head, his eyes lining up for a reading. She sees his lips move slowly, and hears a warbled groaning sound instead of his voice. She realizes she's losing her concentration, slipping.. She grabs onto the world, and it snaps into view, everything speeding up just as he snaps his fingers across her eyes.
"XXXX?" She follows his hand back and forth. "There you are. Can you hear me? You seemed to have fallen into some kind of a trance."
"Yes, yes. I can hear you." She shook her head, trying to return to present, even as she tried to hold onto the feeling of the glow as it began to slip away. "The song of the mother-ray is like a fire. When it rages, it's hard to stay present. Just a moment." She closed her eyes, and tried to find it, tried to fuel it, just a little. She steadied her breathing, and listened to the song. When it felt calm and stable, she opened her eyes slowly, seeing a curious look on his face. "When it's fading, I try to hold onto it," she explained, before looking to the tape measure. "What was the measurement?"
"The last one? Six-foot-one-and-a-quarter." That explained why she was looking down just a little bit more. She smiled and felt for the warm fire inside her, almost patting it thank you. "But you haven't stopped growing," he looked back to his tape markings, squinting his eyes, "now it's almost six-foot-two." His voice was hesitant, the look on his face perplexed. "How is this possible!?" He was staring off at the wall, and she realized he wasn't asking her, but himself, or perhaps the universe, or god, or maybe the mother ray. His attention returned to her. "You keep drifting to that place. Your eyes glaze over for about thirty seconds, and each time your height slowly swells, maybe a half inch. Almost too slow to notice. How are you doing that?"
"What do you mean how? I told you, it's like a warm fire inside. If I let it go, it'll go out. So I hold onto it." She felt the glow flickering and closed her eyes again, urging the fire on. Something was making her grow much faster. She wondered, as she exhaled and mentally fanned the flames higher. She felt the warmth grow stronger and larger, surging, like when she was touching the mother ray. It felt cosy, like home. It almost took her over, but she remembered not to lose the moment, she calmed and opened her eyes. This time she was easily another inch taller.
She smiled, holding in a chuckle, "I guess I do it just like that." He stood silent, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging slightly open. Like he was still trying to believe what he had just seen. "I wonder if I can..." Before she could finish her thought, she reached for the glow inside her, fighting the urge to lose herself, to close her eyes and drift. It was difficult yet effortless. Like trying to stay alert during a surge of sensation, like the first bite of chocolate, or an orgasm. Her sexual desire surged at the thought, and she had to hold herself back from reaching for that cute lab assistant as he stared up at her in wonder.
When she got ahold of herself, it wasn't just inside her, it was everywhere. It felt like the whole room was filled with a warm orange glow, yet the colors she saw with her eyes were the same. The sensations of her body were still there, but felt like they were far away, somehow detached. She thought of the glow, pressed into it, and that distant echo of her body warmed with a searing pain, though it somehow didn't hurt. His eyes slowly receded away from her, the most obvious sign that she was growing again, and she marveled at it, before the distant pain seemed dangerously strong and she eased off.
His voice stammered, "Uhh. I'm sorry, I don't know how to believe what I'm seeing. What am I seeing?" He was no longer holding the tape measure up to her face, so she reached for it, both of their hands feeling a little charged shock at the contact. She held it up as best she could, placing her opposite hand on her head and trying to figure out her current height. With a little room for error, it looked like she was now six-foot-five, six inches taller than him, and almost a foot taller than her previously normal height. Before she could mentally react to the measurement, she noticed something peculiar about her arms. Besides feeling distant, like they were not her own, they somehow looked different. She raised her hand and flexed her fingers, recognizing yet not recognizing them.
She looked down, expecting to ask him about it, and found him staring down at her body in a way that would have been quiet inappropriate under different circumstances, and she could quickly see why. Her previously trim t-shirt was now painted against her skin, contours revealing the distracting shape of her breasts spilling over the top of her bra. Holding the tape-measure up above her head had not only exaggerated the effect, raising her enhanced bust-line, but had also opened a wide gap at her waist.
She had never felt so sexy as she did in that moment. She forgot all about the science, her father's research project, or even the mother ray. She dropped the tape and brought her hands together above her head, posing herself. His eyes were scanning back up her frame now, trying to believe the unbelievable. When his eyes finally found hers again, she bit her lip and every inch of her posture exuded how much she wanted to sexually devour him.
"You're seeing what a girl can do when she puts her mind to it." She reached for the glow again, feeling the warmth permeate her. It felt like breathing, only it was an inhale with no exhale, as her body reacted to the energy and swelled larger. It was becoming easier for her, each surge bringing her a half inch every six or seven seconds. His jaw was now wide open, stunned at what he was seeing. Watching him recede beneath her growing body made her feel otherworldly. She felt a deep sense of new understanding. Her body was not her, it was merely a meat machine she was better learning to control. This man didn't understand. He thought what he saw was amazing, but it was merely accepting the truth. She wondered what he must be thinking, is he marveling at it? Does he want to know why?
He cleared his throat, trying to talk. "I think ... maybe you should .. stop?" His voice quivered, his assertion tentative. She considered it for a moment. The look on his face was not fear, it was worry. He cared for her. She realized she felt something for this one as well. He was good. Suddenly her emotions of desire and lust flooded her body like a river, unexpectedly surging another inch of growth out of her before she backed off from the glow. She could feel the distant signals of pain from this body intensifying, so perhaps he was right. One sensation in particular around her ribcage was calling for her attention. Every bit of progress towards her new seven-foot-height brought a nearly proportional increase in size, and her bra-strap was now restricting the body's breathing. She closed her eyes, focusing and took a deep breath, hearing and feeling the center clasp straining then snapping as it failed.
She looked down to see him staring at her still giggling breasts as they sprung free under her shirt. His look part surprise, part overwhelmed, part lust. She leaned towards him, wanting him to look closer, wanting him to touch them. Her breasts were almost at his face when she tore her shirt open down the middle. He started to look away, like he shouldn't see her nakedness, but she put a hand on his cheek, facing him into her cleavage. "Now now, I can see desire in you. This body excites you. My control over it excites you. No need to deny yourself. Free your will, like I have."
He briefly look up to her eyes, before wrapping his arms around and pulling himself into her. His face nuzzled into her breast, first just touching, then kissing, then suckling at the flesh. His head gently turned about, in a rhythmic yet trance-like motion. The experience was so surreal, standing eighteen inches taller than she had, looking down at the lab around her, at her slip-open shirt and bra, watching him suckle away at her oversize breasts. She didn't feel a shred of self-consciousness. She imagined someone entering the lab, and realized she had no feelings about it. Whatever interpretation they had for the scene at hand would be merely a triviality. They would not see what she could see, that this world was a fictional projection of a limited state of mind.
She considered the lab assistant again, and realized his movements were exaggerating, almost bucking against her. She chuckled inside. She thought she was freeing him, letting him act on his true will. However, he was now lost in lust, no more in control of his actions than when he was censoring them. She tipped his head up, and dragged a nipple across his lips. "You can't resist it can you? Can you even speak? Or is my nipple on your lips too big a thought? The idea that you can take it in your mouth taking you over?" He didn't answer, he merely began licking and sucking it.
As she let him suckle on her, she looked around, and could see the orange glow in more subtle variations. He had a glow around him too, and it was opening to her, merging with her. He was completely submitted to her, letting her will be his. In that moment she could see the thread of life through Gods and Kings, their people rapt in voluntary worship. She was like them. She could feel his desire to please her, to merge with her, and to have her. Yet he could not see that the ability to have her was completely within his control, the control to accept himself rather than give himself over.
She felt a compassionate form of pity for him, pity that he could not see his own power, pity that he was content to worship hers, pity that he was controlled by his desire. She could not free him, but she would release him. She reached down, easily tearing open the front of his pants, dropping them to the floor. The move startled him, bringing back his censoring response as his eyes looked up, scared. "Be not afraid, you are fighting only yourself. I dislike seeing the torture, so I will free you from your self inflicted pain." She could tell he had no understanding of her truth, or what was going on inside himself. The feeling of her hand on his cock was too big a thought, consuming him. She pulled his head back into her breast, and worked her hand against him, quickly shifting the fight inside him, allowing his desire to prevail.
As she stroked him, she considered the grave injustice of secular society. Generations of souls whose true desire was so enslaved, so denied, they could not even begin to accept and then renounce that desire. How could they find their true self beneath such deep self-deception. She felt his body tensing, and then the spasm of his inner fight released, the so-called orgasm, freeing of the trapped energy of ego-conflict. It wasn't enough. Why should anyone live in this state of perpetual suffer, she wanted to help him see the truth.
She let him settle a moment, then she tilted his head upwards. "Who am I?" He seemed without comprehension, staring absently at her lips. Perhaps he was still settling from the end of the inner fight. She gave him a moment, then tried again. "Look into my eyes." He responded, doing as she asked. "Good. Who do you see? Who am I?" His face contorted in discomfort. She felt his head get heavy and reached to support his body before it went limp. Hanging in her arms, his face showed a wave of emotions, terror, then happiness, bliss, then confusion. "Who am I?"
"Ohh! I see you! It is you! My God!" He exclaimed, in a moment of recognition. Then his body collapsed again, and his eyes closed as his mental exhaustion drifted him off to sleep. She laid him down on the floor gently, accepting that her attempt had failed. She brushed he hand across his hair.
"No my brother. It is yourself you see, for we are all one."
She turned to leave the room, and found herself startled and in unfamiliar surroundings. She was sweating. She was in bed. It was morning? That was a dream? She had to speak to her father, quickly.
conversation with her father
confession of her experiments, results... "parts of" her dream... her unsuccessful attempt to "touch the glow" in his office
his measuring her, trying to pass off that he didn't know she was that tall, but still patronizingly dismissing her.
she insists she was two inches shorter just a few *days* ago. she suggests a controlled study.
he grabs a piece of paper, writes down the figure and the data, waves it dismissively, and doubtfully suggests she repeat her methods and come back to him when she's another two inches taller.
she leaves in a storming huff..
carnal lust
her frustrated failure to connect deeply with the mother-ray...
her attempt to re-live the dream with the lab assistant, only to be taken over by her own lust, and "led" to a moment in the closet where he really wants her.
she gets confused. why is she there. this isn't right. she wants him, but this is the closet at her father's science lab. she lashes out, wrongfully blaming him for the awkward situation.
she rushes home, ends the day in frustration.
dream #2
in the lab touching the mother ray, this time she's sentimental and "talks to" her,
the young lab assistant enters, making her self conscious about talking
mysteriously, the mother ray talks back... she feels the glow, and quickly realizes it's another dream.
the mother ray explains that she is but a child. for her to accept her gift, she must accept the truth. others can not be saved, they must save themselves.
she is perplexed then, what her purpose should be. if she can not help them end their suffering, what can she do?
the mother ray explains that she can be a light, a beacon. she can be a mother. not only bearing her own children, but accepting all as her children.
the mother ray tries to explain that she saw the fight of desire in that young man, but she does not see the same fight of compassion in herself.
she looks at the assistant, feeling the mix of pity and superiority she felt for him. trying to understand how to find the truth in her words.
the mother ray comforts her, reminds her that at one time she was a babe without control of desire or form, tells her she will understand in time. best to relax and get back to the science of proving herself right.
successful day in the lab
she works with meditation and the mother ray, and finds 1/4" of results this time.
flirting with the lab assistant, but not letting it go anywhere. trying to find the right way to look at him as an equal
then something about the "clock" reminds her about time, and she connects the dots... that time is irrelevant. that there is no reason to concern for the current state of his soul, for he and all souls are enlightened in the fullness of time, and that ultimately time is immaterial, because there is no limited supply of time for the immortal soul... she starts saying as much, but he just thinks she's weird.
In that moment, she begins to see the orange glow in the lab.. both around them, and from him. She starts to talk to the mother ray, as if he's not there, "that's it isn't it? i don't need to concern myself with their state today, because they have all the time in the world to find us. I see it all now."
"Are you okay? Do you realize you're talking to yourself?" he moves to the intercom, and calls the lab director (her father), "you better get right down here, something is happening with .. er, uhm, your daughter." When he finishes the intercom, he turns to find her standing right in front of him.
"We are all talking to ourself." She set her hands aside, closing her eyes and taking in the orange glow -- letting it flow into her. It was like in her first dream, only calmer, smoother, and much more real. When she opened her eyes, she was easily three inches taller and looking the lab assistant right in the eyes. "It's so simple. There is no past, there is no future, there is no reality. The mother-ray is merely enlightened and caring for her children. She is what she is, what they need her to be."
"How did you do that? Is this a trick?" He uncomfortably stammered a few steps back, looking around, unclear what was going on. A moment later the lab director rushed in through the door.
"What is all the fuss about? XXXX?" She regarded (the lab assistant) calmly, un-distracted by her father's arrival, turning to him just as he reached them.
"Hello father." She wondered if he would notice she had succeeded at her intent. However, it was of no consequence. She held her hands out and reached for the orange glow again, closing her eyes, inhaling deeply, and then opening her eyes to a relatively smaller world. She now stood three inches taller than both of them. "I have some new data for your study." He looked up at her, for a moment, stunned.
"How did you? XXXX, you found it!?" He looked away in disbelief, "How could it happen so fast? None of our models suggest..." he looked back up at her. "How, how did you do it?"
"I will tell you, father. However, it may not help you. It is merely the truth inside us all. It's the world which is a lie. A lie we use to hide from being one." He looked at her with a puzzled face. "I am not the first to see this message, it's all around us in life, yet we do not see. You will see when you are ready to see, when you choose to see. For now, all I can do is help you *believe*." She raised her arms, keeping her eyes open this time, and taking in the glow, seeing it swirl around her. She grew another inch, then two, then five, in just a few minutes she was almost seven feet tall, her shoulders nearly both their heads.
"No. This is not possible." Her father started staggering back, falling to the floor briefly before scurrying to his feet. "I'm dreaming. Or worse! I'm hallucinating. Did you drug me?" He accused her aggressively, before turning to the lab assistant, "or you! Did you drug me? What have you done?" He turned, storming out of the lab, slamming his arm into the wall before rounding the corner.
Her face was without reaction, slowly turning back to the lab assistant after her father had left. He had also stepped back a few feet to accommodate a more natural look at her. "You have questions. First, allow me to apologize. My limited self was afraid yesterday, I shed my inner doubt and pain onto you in accusation. You meant no wrong, and I was pulled by the same lust. In truth, we are close you and I, as we have and will always have trust and sharing. I think of you often, and I desire you always." She set her arms palm up again, and reached for the glow. "Now, what would you like to know?"
"What do you mean the world is a lie? That we are all..." He was trying to be serious, despite the way her shirt was stretched tight, showing off her oversize body. However, she was growing again. "My God, you must be seven and a half feet tall!" If the way her chest was contorted by a bra three sizes too small wasn't distracting enough, hearing it snap under the strain certainly was. He couldn't help but look straight across at the giant breasts, her stretched out shirt barely covering them and leaving nothing to the imagination.
She paid no attention to her bra-strap failing, but she did notice (the lab assistant)'s attention shifting. He no longer seemed interested in how this was happening. Instead he was merely attending her. Staring at her body. She could feel a wave of carnal lust emanating from him. He wanted her. "When you see it for yourself, you will know that I can not give you anything, for you already have all there is." She reached to her shirt, and tore it down the center, peeling the top of her body bare. Then she reached down for his hand and found it shaking even as his lust burned hotter. "Do not waver. You desire me, and I am yours because I am you." She pulled him in, resting his hand on one breast and his cheek on the other.
She felt his entire body shudder against her, the conflict in him growing, desire burning hotter while the repression in him raged against it. She encouraged him, pressing her fingers against his scalp, and dragging him across her nipple. The sensation was too much for him to resist, and took him over. He started kissing, then suckling, then rubbing his face against her breast, his motions more wild and erratic each moment. "There, give in to it. Your body's time may be finite, but your soul's is eternal. Until you find it, let me be your lover, your teacher, your mother, your ... God." She hadn't planned to say it. It just came out. Did it feel wrong? She decided it didn't. Their souls and God were one. "One day, you will be just as much mine as I am yours." He would remember the words, but she he didn't register them at the time. His head weaving, passionately dragging his lips and tongue across her skin.
As in her dream, she reached a hand down to his pants, and easily pulled them to the floor. She found his member already stiff in attention to her. The cock was small in her hands, but it felt as it was, as it should feel. She noticed his legs lose a little strength at her touch, and quickly grabbed under his arm to steady him against her. His body finally relaxed, giving into him, his face smashed into her chest as she fulfilled his desire, slowly stroking him. "What we share now, we have always shared, and we will always share. Your skin against my breast, and the desire burning in you are but fleeting signs of something eternal. Know this."
His body started to tense against her, his feet lifting off the floor, and his head involuntarily digging into her soft tit. He was close now. For a fleeting moment, she could feel his soul, the infinity in him that would never end. Her face washed over with the knowing of him. Then it was done, and he fell limp in her arms. She held him there for several minutes, listening to his breathing slow from an uneven huff, to a calm rhythm. Then she slowly lowered him to the floor.
Kneeling beside him, she tilted his head up, and asked him, as she had in her dream, "who am I?"
His response was quick, simple, and without hesitation. "You are her. You have always been her."
"Tell them then. Tell them she is among them."
leaving the project
It was the fourth day since her awakening in the lab, and she hadn't moved from her seat or taken food. She had touched the one several times, mostly after requests by various lab staff for a demonstration. The result was a nearly five foot span from the floor to her head even as she sat. They came each day, with needles, devices, questions and frustration. Their science failed to explain what was happening to her -- which burned some of them. Her father had stayed away. She considered clothing herself, as she knew the lust he felt for her form fueled his disbelief. However, it would not matter. He was one of them, trying to explain and define everything with symbols and systems.
The irony was, she explained the truth exactly. They merely refused to hear it. Still, some had become believers. The young men were the easiest to reach, for their lust for her was stronger than the safety of society's structure of expectations. One of them was on her now, straddling her leg, naked, his hands moving slowly across the shape of her breast without touching it. Another was on the floor, drawing her. The lab had tried to stop them at first, tried to make rules about conduct. She merely held out her hand. The men who came were armed, and could have easily destroyed her body and taken away the devotees, but they didn't.
"Tell me again about time." The scientist sat in a chair interviewing her, a camera beside him.
"Time is the flow of eternity all around us, and yet it is irrelevant. It is all we have, a never-ending illusory cycle of bounded existence, and yet it is irrelevant. Time is merely an illusion we use to control ourselves. What is always has been and always will be." She raised her arms, amplifying her already immense presence. This sense of time around us, it is part of the elaborate game we play with ourself to try to understand what we are. She turned a hand over, dropping shreds of paper she had placed in anticipation of this question. She pulled at the orange glow swirling in the room, and focused it, slowing time around the falling shreds. "You see these pieces start falling and stop falling, yet what has truly changed? Time is merely the flow your mind gives to the story, in an attempt to make it understood. However, in order to understand, one must stop trying to understand."
The scientist was rapt watching the pieces fall in slow-motion, his look of astonishment moderated only by the frustration and conflict that came with trying hard to understand rather than accept. His demeanor was serious, yet he'd been at it for an hour, and his weakened resolve showed -- both in more frequent glances at her body, and the tendrils of lust suppressed within him. She decided to pull the thread. "I can see the desire within you. Part of you wishes to know me, rather than merely discuss. Yet you tell yourself -- not now, not yet." She let her arms down, hoping it might make her easier to approach. "Yet there is only now. I invite you, calm your words, and experience me. Poke me to see that I am. Go ahead."
He was tentative at first, uncomfortably shifting in his seat. Then he stood, waked up to her, leaned down, and poked her bare leg. She was a giant now, more than two times the size of a normal woman, and one poke was all he could muster on his own. She reached a hand out, and he gingerly placed his in hers. She gently squeezed, letting him feel the size and pressure, before she placed it firmly on her knee. "Your words and video are merely symbols, fallibly representing that which you can feel and know -- I am." She could see the tendrils of desire igniting. She reached a hand to cup her breast, his eyes captured by the action despite his strong repression. "Come, answer the question your desire asks. Cup my breast and know it." The suggestion fueled his inner skermish into a war. His pulse quickening and skin flushing, even as he continued to deny himself. "You have a wife, but there is no shame in this act. Do not worry for your resolve, for it is an illusion. You have seen me grow. I invite you to come and feel it, to know it. If nothing else, you can then leave without the doubt you carry even now."
His stance was tentative, but his hand was warmer and heavier on her knee. In the aura and glow she could see what other could not, that his desire was on her side, fighting the battle for her. Without making a decision, his legs slowly and tepidly moved him closer, around her knee and towards her frame. His eyes darted around her body now, down towards her inner thigh, her sex, and the devotee working hard to memorize and worship her body without touching it.
He didn't realize his control had already faltered, as his hand dragged up her leg, drawn in by her electrifying femininity. It continued up her torso, and as it reached her breast, she removed her own hand, seemingly passing herself to him. It took a few more moments of conflict before he gave in, summoning some kind of deal with rationality as he cupped and hefted her massive breast -- seemingly in some form of rationalized measurement act. The deception underlying his actions was as plain to her as his words or the look on his face. She merely hoped he would go away seeing it just a little more himself. She held her hands high again. "There is no need to measure or prove, simply know. Let me show you." She summoned the orange glow, bringing it into her, holding it, holding it, tilting her head down, and then finally allowing it to flow through her. Her head surged several inches higher, her breast expanding in his hands. Her devotee was jarred by the motion, his face contorting in displeasure as he inadvertently touched her. She didn't understand his strange ritual, she merely allowed him to do as he wished.
On the other side of her, the scientist's false rationalization fell, replaced by conflict. She could see his mind telling him to escape, his body forcing him to stay. "There is no need for the conflict within you. Recognize that either choice you make is the mistake. Give into your rationality and it will carry you away, believing or denying me as it wishes; Give into your desire, and I will gladly pleasure you as it wishes. However, let your need go, and you will see that you already have everything there is."
The fight inside him was ending, but not because he let it go. His eyes glazed over, he moved close, hugging up to the side of her torso, his arm cradled under her massive breast. She looked down at him with compassion, knowing the desire was too much for him. Another moment, and he was bucking up against her. The body he had spent days avoiding he was now grabbing and pulling at in an impatient explosion of lust. She placed her giant palm on his butt, and urged him on, turning herself to allow him to thrust his clothed member into her massive breast. He held her neck and shoulder as her breast compressed and undulated from his motions. It only took a couple minutes for him to find an awkward climax, and something inside him surged to deny it. He crumpled to the floor. She could see the shame on his face. She knew it would come, but it would also pass. A moment later he scrambled to his feet, and ran from the room, leaving his camera running.
She turned to her devotee. "Please go erase the last few minutes from his camera footage. I doubt he would enjoy a record of his struggle with himself." The naked man climbed free of her. She looked over at the artist, who was surrounded in sketches of her now. In that moment she decided it was time to leave the confines of this science laboratory, but where to go?
transport
....she declares her intent to leave
....the scientists start talking to her.... how she can't just leave, how maybe they can get her a place outside the lab, how even transport, or fitting through the lab doors will be an issue... the more she is silent, the more they try to talk to her...
....scientists relay the information to her father, who has no idea what to do...
....turns out she's having a silent conversation with the mother ray...
....eventually she asks a devotee if he has a car, he acknowledges, she quickly shrinks herself down to 7' (from 12')... stunning the scientists into silence
...then she just walks out of the lab
college connection
...arrival is on the down-low, at night, received by her close friends.... meditating, growing to 8'
...soonafter, she walks through campus.. to shocked looks and a few accidents (car veering, person walking into a post)
...it's not long before she finds herself at a frat-party, the boys and girls alike split between those aghast and those approaching fascinated
...a semi awkward but forward boy cuts through the crowd and asks her to "get out of there alone" with him, expecting to be rejected yet finding her warmly accepting (she sends her devotees home)
...he finds himself trembling with nervousness, as he walks and talk with her.. first about small-talk, then about how she became like this. She dodges the subjects with buddhistic presence language... only to challenge what he's avoiding (his lust and desire)
...she closes distance on him a few times, which makes his desire burn even hotter, while also making him awkwardly clumsy and nervous... she is curious about his aura, as it's very unlike others.. he's not giving into his desire, but not because of conflict
...they end up at his place, where she forwardly suggests she will stay with him, because he obviously wants her to... a bit of comedy, as he sort of denies that's what he wanted, only to admit it and then stumble over what he meant..
...in his room they have an awkward "first intimacy" moment, where she's very calm and confident, and he's a nervous wreck. she encourages him through the stages.
...eventually he's relaxing, and getting into it. She enjoys his desire, and takes control, giving him what she knows he wants. Getting ontop of him. Teasing him, pleasuring him. He occasionally objects in surprise, but relents when she talks through what she knows he wants.
After their escapades, they are sitting in post-bliss, when she starts challenging about a true desire he hasn't revealed. he dodges, avoids, refuses to cave. She walks him through all the "improbable things" he wanted that have happened (she said yes, she stayed, she eased his nervousness, she pleasured him)... let's be 100% honest.
They make a deal, and he accepts, thinking he can ask a question which dodges his desire. He asks her how she got this way. She explains in true but obtuse language, then it's his turn. He refuses. She starts teasing him. (do you think I can't make you tell me?) She likes his spirit. It's playful and honest, not repressed, just private. He playfully suggests she can't. She then starts a sexy game, torturing him with physical and verbal tease, making it clear she won't give in until he does. After some teasing, she relaxes into it, letting him throb and hurt as she verbally suggests (i can, you know. - what? - what you want to know. -what do you mean?- you just have to say it. Say the words.) She drags him to the bathroom, pins him against the cold wall, and teases him with verbage about her height and size (have you noticed my breast is just the right height to slip in your mouth?) after some teasing (-- you talk like this is new for you --)
(maybe it is as new for me as it is for you. or maybe you expected to walk into a party, and walk out with an eight-foot-tall goddess?) she let him laugh, just long enough to stuff her breast into his mouth to stop him so she could muse to herself (i wonder what I can do to help you trust me. maybe I should just do it. show you right now. Would you like that?) he nods. (what would you like? Say it.) She gets close to him, letting him whisper the thought. (show me who you are. say it. What do you want me to do? What do you wish I could do?)
After a long pause, finally he whispers it to her (you are a dream come true. I don't want to say the wrong thing. promise me I will see you again no matter what I say.)
(I make no promises, other than to be who I am) She leans back, teasing him, as she encourages him. (trust yourself. say it. believe.)
Finally he confesses his wish. (can you grow bigger?) She leans back, smiling at him, feeling the warmth of him, of truly knowing him.
(You may have only just met me, but I have always known you. I will always know you. I am in the water and the air. I am in the light and the dark. I am around you and inside you. I am you. You are close to me. Your fantasy is the last remnants of illusion you hold onto. You shall know the truth you seek, if you wish to find it. )
She sat on her heels in the middle of the bathroom floor, reaching for the orange glow permeating everything, and she grew. Slowly at first, just an inch in ten seconds. Then another. Then another. He eyes stared down at her bugged open so wide they wouldn't miss a moment of the action. Yet he didn't resist, he accepted her as soon as he saw it happening. Her growth accelerated, and soon her head was five feet off the ground. She reached a hand to him, spreading her legs as he reached her. Compared to before, her proportional size difference was much bigger now. She was over ten feet tall and almost double the width of a normal person. She hugged his body close, her breasts seeping out around him. Even still sitting on her heels, as she slowed and stopped her growth, she was eye-to-eye with him.
They stayed there for a few minutes, silently holding each other, saying nothing. There were no questions to ask, no words to tell. He felt like he'd seen something impossible, and yet he believed it into his soul. She too had seen something, his truth, his light. Eventually the pain of his continued stimulation seeped back into his awareness, and he squirmed as he felt a wave come over him. (Time to take care of that guy is it?) He nodded as they both chuckled.
She leaned away, propping her breasts up on her chest, placing his hands at their sides, and urging him up back against her. With hands underneath, she slid him up off the floor and onto her -- gently and rhythmically smashed him up into the softness of her tits.
her following grows
next morning, when he finally wakes, she is back at 8' and in her clothes, bidding him a formal farewell. he wants to see her again, she gives him some vague language about always knowing her, but she must move on, like a leaf in the lake -- that if he come to her he will see her. He asks where she will be, and finally suggests he come with her now. She submits he must do as he wishes.
They leave, with him 'following' her. She walks prominently through the middle of campus, with people taking dramatic notice of her. She chats with a few of them, including some mild flirtation with a girl who finds her beautiful and starts following them.
Finally they end up at her apartment, with more than a few people following. Inside are the two devotees, sitting at the ready. She addresses them all, encouraging their following of their desire. encouraging them to see that she is not that which they seek, she is merely a symbol of it. let us all sit together. She takes a prominent position in the room, and they form a semi-circle around her. She explains the inner purification, the removal of conflict, and finally the visible auras. (please sit) before sitting, she drops her clothing to the floor, eliciting a few sounds and chuckles, which she ignores.
...observations of the boy she hooked up with the night before color how weird the whole situation seems...
She raises her hands as she reaches out for the orange aura and slowly swells bigger. People begin to notice her growth and gasp, or dart their eyes around in disbelief, then whisper to each other about it. Some stand up startled, and start backing away, near the door, but not able to leave. After a few minutes, she's reached a sitting six-feet, more than ten feel tall if she had stood. Her body was also so much larger, proportionate, but double the width and girth of a normal woman.
....maybe she addresses the boy hookup as he's about to leave, about how he knows the truth and is welcome back anytime...
"You, in the back, do you feel your exit will change the truth? If you wish to know, come to me." The two boys looked uncomfortable and retreated through the door, while the girl tentatively walked towards her. The group's attention was divided, watching her approach, but distracted by the giant naked female goddess-form.
when the girl reaches the goddess, they have a brief conversation, while the girl is continually distracted by her giant body... "do you feel that conflict? your eyes trying to look at my body, your desire to have me... that is the fight within you. The conflict between what you are, and what you want. Let it go." (I don't understand. How do I let it go? you are so *stunning* to behold!)
"It is the easiest thing you will ever do, and yet it is impossible until you do it. I see you darting glances at my body. Something inside you wants to admire me, doesn't it?" (she nods her head embarrassed) "Yet you deny it. Stop the conflict. Either do, or don't do, but don't wish to do and deny. Society has taught you to deny that which makes you divine. If you wish to look, then look. If you wish to speak, then speak. If you wish to move, then move. Do you wish to touch me? (she nods her head, embarrassed)) Then come, do as your will would do. I invite you, I invite you all, come touch me if you desire it. (she raises her hands, and one by one nearly everyone in the room moves to her to touch her somehow -- but tepidly. Her leg, her arm, her back.
She explains to them that their actions are filled with conflict. That she can feel it. The way they want but resist. The way they summon boldness only for it to be chased away by trepidation. She calls their attention and points her arm out.
Her one-night-stand from the night before is soon alone in the middle of the room, not leaving, not approaching. She addresses him directly and by name, which gets everyone's attention. She explains that he is the one among them who has most tamed his conflict. She explains the aura she sees from him, confidently rooted where he stands -- observing. "I have a request for you. Will you show them what it means to act without conflict. Any action you choose."
"I will." He smiles, glad to be singled out as the head of the class. As he walks towards her, people part out of his way as if he had some kind of field radiating from him. Rather than gingerly touch her leg, he stepped over and straddled it, allowing him to get close and face her. He moved with a calm ease that wanted nothing, demanded nothing, but just was. He brought his face close to hers, and placed a hand on her cheek. The two shared a moment as the others watched, many impressed by his calm so close to her. Then his posture seemed to change in some subtle way -- his hip a little slanted, his legs bending.
????
She smiled and canted her head to the side to address the others. "I hope you saw his clarity. It is not about the action you choose, but the release of inner conflict. Expect it to be short-lived at first. Even as you find clarity, you will find it slipping away -- just as XXX's has slipped away." She brought a hand up and pushed at his hip, "Do you not feel it has gone? Let me ask, why are you standing here? What choice are you making?"
He searched to answer her question, tried to back away. He found himself pulled by his body, the sensation in his chest and groin. He was leaning into her giant breast, and it felt amazing. It was only then he noticed it was actually wider than his body. Before he realized it, his hands were down at the sides, tingling at the experience of feeling her shape.
????
they worship while she meditates..
(give the reader a view into word spreading on campus)
show the view of a a new initiate, who comes through the door and is introduced to her by some of her devotees. first he's shocked to see her in the flesh. They give him the "rules", look, gently touch, do not disturb her, you may speak, but she will not respond unless she sees something in you.
simultaneously, she's meditating and having a conversation with "mother ray".... about how to help them, whether she should help them, what her purpose is. The mother ray encourages her to reach them. That the purpose of the one is always the same, to reach them. To heal them. To guide them, to bring them back to the Truth from which they came -- the one-ness of all things. ("How do I do these things?") "Therin lies the mystery of existance for us all. We don't know any more than you do. How and why did I reach you, when I failed to reach so many of my own offspring? It is not of importance whether you reach them or not. It is merely your purpose to try"
She opened her eyes, with a bright light, looking around the room of initiates. Their auras pulsed around them like soft swirling clouds of light. Most of them were filled with the red of drive and desire, and the blue of fear and restraint. Only a few had visible amounts of the orange compassionate lifeblood of all things, and most of them were women. She wondered if this was a hidden answer to the Stingray research question. It wasn't that females were always a larger size, but those who were compassionate who reached the one were a larger size. She knew the thought was true as soon as it occurred.
She looked more carefully then, for the female with the strongest aura. Some in the room startled as she moved her arm to point towards a devotee. "You there, come closer, tell me your name." She stood confidently, and walked closer to the goddess. Her aura was a swirl of especially distinct orange and red, green and yellow.
"I am Reese. I am pleased to have your attention. I am also not surprised, as your message is so clear to me I can almost taste it. May I ask a question?" The goddess nodded. "What was it like in the very moment you transcended, the moment you became the goddess you are? How did it happen?"
She paused for a moment, before the words flowed, "You speak of transcendence and god-hood, yet I am no more now than I have always been and always will be. I have merely accepted the Truth that is all around us, inside us." A vision flashed in her mind of the mother ray, of that first touch, of what it felt like. "There are no words that can describe the indescribable. Instead it was a feeling, a feeling shared with me when I was ready." Then she reached for her own aura, swirling and concentrating it between them. At first it was unnoticed, then the girl's attention shifted to the point in otherwise empty air. She reached a hand out, as if she sensed something was there.
The moment she touched it, her body responded, the energy of her own aura accelerating and growing. "I can... I can feel it." Both her arms were sunk deep in the shared aura now, bathing in it. Others in the room struggled to understand what they were seeing. A girl, holding her hands out, seemingly affected by something invisible, unknowable.
Only XXXX (the boy) began to see something, like glimmers of something in his awareness -- light but not light. The goddess appeared to be shimmering in hues of gold and orange, a calm spectacle of fleeting points. The initiate, on the other hand, only shed subtle twinkles, barely noticable and not in gold, but a variety of colors, red, orange, green, yellow -- almost like fleeting kaleidoscope. Only her arms showed flecks of gold. Then he started to see it was not her arms, but something between them, a fog, a cloud, a field. He started at it with wonder.
The initiate had never felt anything like it. First it was a shock, then a warmth, and now she could feel energy surging into her body. She inhaled and felt her arms absorb elements of the indescribable feeling between them. She knew it was her time. She was always destined for greatness, and this was the beginning. Soon those who ignored her would revere her; soon those who doubted her would envy her; soon those who wronged her would find vengeance; soon she would be a goddess. She imagined herself transforming, imagined the energy spreading through her. She cried out, the pain shocking as her legs almost buckled her to the floor. However, she did not fall, she would not fall, the pushed through the pain, standing upright, confidently straightening her arms into the swirling ball of gold energy.
Someone in the room gasped, and a moment later everyone could see why. The initiate was *changing* right before their eyes. At first she merely appeared supremely confident, then her shape moved -- they saw her grow -- her body taller, her hips wider, and her shape increasingly and indescribably feminine. It only lasted sixty seconds or so, but the results were undeniably surreal. Then she screamed out, "No! It's gone! Why did you stop?!"
"Be still child." The goddess was pleased to have reached an initiate so quickly, and had felt her strong grasp. However, if anything the connection had lasted too long, as the initiate rushed to channel the life energy into change, never pausing to understand it. "You have the gift of sight, but you must learn patience. There is a Truth within us all which must be respected. Return, and I will teach you."
However, the initiate was no longer listening. No longer distracted by the energy, she finally noticed how unfamiliar her body seemed, how ill-fitting her clothes were. She felt excitement rush through her as she turned around, her back to the goddess. Many in the room ducked their heads in discomfort, offended at how she was ignoring the goddess. She desperately wanted to confirm what she already suspected. The closest one not cowering was a young man, and she immediately stepped towards him. She smiled a little as she felt the power of her legs, and even more when she reached him, looking down at how the young man's head stopped below her shoulders. "You, how tall do I look to you?"
Unlike others in the room, he stood with confidence, his head tilted up to meet her eyes. In the pause, she could sense a small amount of the same type of glowing energy emanating from him, mostly flecks of gold, like the goddess, with hints of red. She didn't know what it meant, but she swelled with the excitement of this new sense awakening. When his lips opened to answer, it was as if he was moving and talking in slow motion, "You look as tall as you are." As soon as she processed the words, her mind swelled with anger.
At first she let the scene play out with perplexed detachment. She didn't understand why the initiate has turned her back, nor why she had approached XXX. However, she understood the swirls of red anger igniting within her. This one had the sight, but was also bearing massive conflict. Even before the strike came, she could see the intent, her aura swelling in preparation. She could see the mistake she had made, fueling one so filled with turmoil. She reached out to the mother ray, "why didn't you stop me?" Even before finishing the question, she knew why. It was yet another lesson. Only XXX was going to pay the price for her mistake. No. She decided that would not be. She reached out with her aura, touching him, holding him firm. She addressed him with the inner voice, "be calm, we are with you."
The initiate's arm wound up high, the fact that he didn't cower, didn't duck, didn't hide only enraged her more. She lashed across not to slap him but to take his head clear off his shoulders. Only when she connected, what she found was shocking pain. His face was like un-moving stone, and her wrist buckled against it, sending a wave of blue aura up her arm and into her chest, nearly taking her from her feet. Her mind froze, her confidence destroyed by what had happened. Her swirling red aura turned to swirling blue and yellow, as her face lit with fear. She quickly moved for the exit without comment.
When the initiate had cleared the door, XXXX addressed the Goddess, "what just happened?" Several nearby devotees in the room had already crowded around his feet, touching his leg in a way he found awkward.
"I misunderstood. Her part was not to be ready. Her part was to show me someone who is." He insinuation seemed clear to everyone in the room except him. Even as she let her aura return to her, his body sparkled with brilliant gold all of it's own. "Will you do something? Will you go to her, show her compassion, and bring her back to me?"
He nodded, puzzled as to why he would be asked, why he would be trusted, and how he would do it. He only knew with unwavering confidence that he would. He nodded, and stode from the room.
he looks for the fallen deciple...
asking people if they've seen someone meeting her description
they laugh as they use explicit language to describe her shocking appearance and behavior
... (she's being provocative and feeding off male desire, like an aura vampire)
he follows the trail of witnesses to her antics..
conflicted initiate stirs up trouble and fun with some boys
she's making boys at a bar "win a contest" for a chance to be with her
... as she enters and gets everyone's attention, she announces a fake story about how she just found her boyfriend cheating on her with another girl. how she wants to get back at him by getting a stud to take her home right now, and fucking his brains out. she asks for volunteers.
Many boys come forward, and after she basks in their fighting over her for a moment, she suggests they settle it with a little arm wrestling contest. There are five boys, and she teases them as they go through the motions of the contest.
XXX finds her and the contest at the bar, and asks what's going on.. someone fills him in, using very explicit language to describe the sexy busty amazon.
he makes his way over to the arm wrestling, where she scowls a face at him and tells him to leave her be.
he suggests that she made a challenge,
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OPTIONS
maybe she "wins" the contest herself...
maybe we get to see her watch the aura transfer from boy to boy during the arm-wrestling
Old idea...
act 1: research setup
test confirmed in rats
makes an series of overgrown 'pets', poodle, cat
struggling to get rid of the unusual aggressiveness it causes
he finally finds the key to removing the aggressiveness, which works in most subjects
dejected by the amount of testing required to get to human trials, hundreds of millions, and nobody wants it
act 2: contagion spreads
some unusual lab results show the trigger serum is highly contagious
he visits home, it turns out he already unknowingly infected his younger sister, she's having a huge growth spurt
news reports start to appear about the problem
the disaster plays out in families, society tries to organize and control some of the out of control female teens
an independent lab employs him to find a solution
act 3: spread of the solution
entirely non-aggressive strain, 100% conversion ratios
society begins to radically change
act 4: view of the future
giant women have replaced construction equipment