Oceans Rise -- outline UNI
Tara - 18yo waitress/actress - brunette - orig 5'5"
Leaha - 20yo - brunette - orig 5'7"
Chera - 23yo model - blonde - orig 5'11 (pic pic) after (pic pic pic
uses it for career gain, and to run Steve
Men
Kent - 20yo sophmore - 5'11" - 185lb, fit college kid - Susan's first nanite-addict
Steve - 28yo tech hipster - 5'11" - 175lb lanky - Owner of the beach house
Ray - 32yo bodybuilder - black 6'3" - 225 super buff - Susan found him on the beach
Rick - 26yo - blond 6'3" beach vollyball stud. into Susan. not afraid of being connected to her.
...Other inspiration
Backstory
Global changes begin after Earth experiences a near cataclysmic meteor collision. First tsunamis from the collision, then global water temperatures rise, then phosphorescence in the water. Science and news are explaining it as a "freakishly lucky event", and studying the long term effects on the climate.
At a small number of sites around the globe, women in phosphorescent water are 'entered' by a parasitic alien organism. This begins the occupation.
Mechanism / Limitations
nanites control hormone and chemical release, endorphins, amphetamines.
short-term: mood, confidence, reflexes, mental speed, strength/power, numbing, cellular regeneration
long-term: calorie burning, muscle building, cellular growth.
limitations / effects
"act like on drugs" - overconfidence, exaggerated, uninhibited emotions, behavior, speech
"crash/addition" for the controlled (rebound effects when nanites in their system wear out, they want another "fix")
Story
UCSD campus, near Torrey Pines State Beach (& Black Beach). Following a new freshman peer group.
Susan and Kent - Susan ruins him, then 'gives' him to Leaha
Susan and Ray - Susan ruins him, then 'gives' him to Tara
Susan and Rick - Susan refuses to connect with him, because she doesn't want to ruin him. (where does it go?)
Episodes - follow just one person affected
w0 October 17th - Catastrophe hits - an unlikely group of 5 freshman are brought together and bond during a world-wide calamity. When it's "over", and they are messing around in the phosphorescent water, one girl (Susan) is 'entered' by the parasites. (each episode starts with a "public health warning" about the phosphorescence)
Experimentation - as the freshman explore their new friendships, the parasites are 'testing' their host... the girl is "all over the map". One moment erupting in irrational fear, need, another moment drunk with confidence and unusual physical strength.
w2 Beyond Normal - Weeks later, we see her confidently observing yet hiding the changes (fitness, strength, speed), followed by the first "obvious" instance of kiss-nanite influence (though she doesn't know it's from the kiss). She has a little fun with it in public, then in private pushes things *way* too far. How it's sort of a two-way feedback cycle, because she feels his desire too. (we also get to see his uninhibited dialog reaction to her physique) The next day his behavior is markedly changed, what starts as him just being overly nice to her, gets "encouraged" into him being beyond "whipped", as she's basically making him high when he pleases her.
w2 Crash - We see the boy(s) crash from coming down off the nanite-high a few days later. He comes looking for Susan, and when she's casually busy he's a little too aggressive. She uses her strength to control the situation, almost falling for his interest, but he's almost possessed, trying to kiss her. His ranting is only semi-coherent, and she can no longer 'feel' him, so she starts to put it together. She kisses him, then she calms him down, monologue-ing to herself (and him) about the experience. Then she sends him on his way.
w4 Intervention - Weeks later, two of the girls talk Susan, having "gone off the rails". First her overconfidence, then pulling away, then the way she's treating the boy this week. They stage an "intervention" trying to suggest she's on drugs. Susan tries to get out of it. She knows the boy is coming by at 3pm, and that he'll need his 'fix' to stay stable. However, she can't get them out before he shows up. His behavior is weird (submissive but pleading, 'why are they here? it's wearing off, i need it.') She asks for him to come back, which escalates things. She ends up kissing him, then 'pushing' him to calm down and sit down. Then she physically throws the girls out. They resist, shouting that they can see what's going on there, shouting to the boy that they can help him. Susan tries to belie her strength, but in the struggle, her shirt is torn, showing off her rock-hard six-pack, shocking the girls. Another monologue to herself and him, as she lets him submissively please her as if it's normal.
w7 Getting to the Truth (Susan: 5'9")
Three weeks later, Susan's moved into a campus apartment with the boy, under the guise that he's her boyfriend. The changes to her mental state have enabled her to finish all her classwork, as if it was trivial. The changes to her physique are more dramatic, as she's not only slightly buff, but she's grown three inches taller (5'9"). Now she's on a mission to find out as much as she can about what is happening. She suspects a connection to the phosphorescence, so she (with the boy's submissive help) finds a UCLA researcher looking into the phenomenon. She 'bumps' into him in a coffee shop. Her attractiveness gets her a little, but it turns out the government has classified the project. She needs answers, so she coyly kisses him, then pushes harder for answers - and gets them. (confirmation of the effects, only on women, from the phosphoresence, four known subjects, but there are obviously others who have not been found. he realizes she's one of them.) She 'pushes' him not to tell anyone, to meet her there the next day, and to bring another subject. She leaves, her boy slave finding a motel for them to stay in, where she has 'fun', demonstrating how she's lost the moral objection to her power over him.
w7 Reaching Out - Susan reveals the "real" story to another research subject (Susan: 5'10", Tara: 5'8")
Susan meets the lab researcher in the coffee shop, along with another subject (Tara). Tara is stunningly beautiful and fit, 5'8". Susan introduces herself, and tries to find out what Tara knows. Tara recounts the "story" she's been told, that the affliction is very dangerous, and that she's happy to have the researchers trying to find a cure. Susan scolds the researcher 'is this what you're telling them? do you have any proof of that?' She pushes him, and he confesses 'no', and that the government suspects it's some kind of alien technology. Tara is shocked. Susan tries to put her at ease. Then tells the researcher to go wait outside, now. He gets up immediately with a blank expression. Tara is shocked. How did she do that? She explains to Tara this is a gift, not a disease. She confirms Tara has experienced the unusual strength and mental acuity. She asks her if she's kissed anyone, which seem's a bit awkward and personal a question. Susan asks again, to which Tara says no, her last boyfriend is back in another state, and she doesn't understand what that has to do with anything. Susan tells her about the fluid transfer connection. That is why the researcher is so compliant. "This thing, it allows us to feel and affect the emotions of others, but it seems to need fluid transfer, so far I've only used a kiss." Susan asks her to stop being a lab rat, to help her find others. Tara is reluctant, it's alot to take in. A few minutes ago she thought she was sick or even dying -- though she admits she sure doesn't feel like it. Susan asks her to come with her, to talk, to see for herself. Tara agrees.
Outside, Susan kisses the researcher again, before giving him instructions (not to say anything about Tara, to bring another subject. he doesn't think he can, he shouldn't have brought Tara. she juices him again, which makes his legs weak for a moment, 'you want more don't you? then you'll bring another one for me. tomorrow.')
In the car ride, Susan introduces Tara to her boy slave, as she explains more about the downsides of the control. They seem to withdrawal hard when separated. She felt bad so she keeps the boy on it. 'He doesn't seem to mind, do you Kent?' Susan stats to tell her phosphorescence story...
Back inside the motel room, Susan tells Tara to kiss Kent. Tara is taken aback, she has a boyfriend. Susan tells her this is not about love, this is about science. You want to know what's happening, don't you? It's just a kiss. You don't mind, do you Kent? Tara, you need to experience it for yourself. Tara finally kisses him awkwardly, then we re-experience the first moments of 'feeling' someone else. Susan talks her through it, first calming him, then giving him a jolt of pleasure. Tara's confidence starts to show, as she walks around Kent, fascinated - talking about how she can feel him, how he wants her, though he seems afraid. "Those are the feelings you want him to have. Remove his fear, let him touch you." She stands in front of him, and as his hand touches her waist, she feels the rush of the feedback, his desire. They stare at each other, as Tara talks about the 'feedback', how she can feel him wanting to kiss her again. "go ahead." she gives him permission, as they kiss again, passionately this time. Then Tara's posture becomes more dominant, placing her hand on the side of his face, as she explains how 'amazing' this is, how she can feel him responding to her touch. Susan tells her she has no idea. That if she lets go, he'll almost sense what she wants, follow her reward. A moment later, he leads Tara to sit on the bed, where he curls back her hair, gently nuzzling against her neck. Then his ran up her thigh, and suddenly he winces and jerks himself away, looking dour. "What? What happened?" -- "You need to be careful. You are driving his pleasure, and pain. You can give him highs he's never felt, but you can also dagger him in a heartbeat. Be gentle, subtle. Reach out, feel him. Calm him." Tara turns to Kent, reaching out to him, feeling the strong pain and rejection. "Ohh, I'm sorry. I was just surprised. Come back. Come back to me." She could feel the rush of relief, the consolation, as he tucked his head down in a child-like embrace. She stroked his hair, as Susan commented. "There you go. You still think this is a disease?" Tara looked up, a little surprised. Susan had moved to the door. "I'm going out to grab a few things, and a little dinner for us. Have a little fun, but try to be gentle."
Kent was still wrapped around her, breathing deep breaths. "A little fun, eh?" She helped him sit up, tipping his eyes up to hers. "Is this what you like?" She watched his head and eyes swim and his balance falter, as she juiced him with pleasure. "Oops. Gentle, right. That was too much, wasn't it?" -- "Na..na..no. Uhhhhh. More, please." He watched her every move, as she confidently crawled up onto the bed, lying on her side. "Definitely, too much. Let's see about this." She tried to barely push desire. She only over-shot a little this time, feeling him as his eyes followed her hand up her leg. "Kent, you make a girl feel down-right sexy." She slowly lifted her shirt, enjoying him drink up every inch of skin she revealed. She pushed again, and he moved in, his hand approaching her tummy with a slow awe and reverence that made her feel like a goddess. For a few minutes, he slowly touched and caressed her torso, as if it was the only thing in the world.
... for the rest of their session, Tara struggles with inner-conflict between the commitment to her boyfriend and exploring this new experience. She won't let him touch her, instead she asks him to tell her what he would do if he could...
w8 house shopping- (three girls now - Susan: 5'11", Tara:5'8" , Leaha: 5'10", plus Kent) -
Open in a fitness clothing store in Manhattan Beach, with the girls trying on shorts and athletic tops (describing their appearance.) while Susan explains their situation to Leaha, their latest recruit. Susan coerces a mid-30s banker (Ronald) to pay for a bundle of clothes, before sending him on his way. Leaha summarizes her understanding of the situation in an oddly matter of fact way, before declaring "What now?" They need a better place to stay than the motel.
Susan leads them along the sidewalk, picking an amazing place with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the beach, because she sees a young hipster inside. She knocks, asks the gentleman (Steve) if they could use his bathroom. Once they are inside, she "gets him on the team". She flirts for a minute, then kisses him. She asks him about his life (is he married, will he be missed, what does he do for a living), then explains his lucky predicament, that they'll all be staying with him. Meanwhile, Leaha 'checks out the place', finding the kitchen quite empty - "typical bachelor". Susan asks steve to get them some lunch, then sit in the living room, with Kent "following" Susan, sitting on the floor near her -- Leaha notices and finds it strange. Susan and Leaha talk, with Leaha distracted by the way Susan is treating Kent... "We need to learn more. Figure out how many of us are out there. Understand how this happened and what it means." Susan asks Leaha about her phosphorescence contact experience. They know it only affects women, but not every woman in contact with the phosphoresence. Leaha explains that her case was discovered by an ultrasound during some abdominal pain. She saw the scan, there is something 'in there' (in her belly). Leaha is still concerned it could be dangerous.
Finally Leaha can't ignore the way Susan is treating Kent anymore, "why are you making him do that?" Susan defends her behavior, "he does what pleases me", her thinking having become very grandiose. "he's a person, not a pet" -- "You prefer he sit with you? Fine, but don't judge what you don't understand." Kent gets up on the couch, next to Leaha. "When this all started, I pushed him too much. After that, I tried to release him, but losing the connection was so much pain. He wanted to die, rather than be without it. He's happier this way. If you prefer, you may care for him. Kent, why don't you spend the afternoon with Leaha." Susan pushed desire and confidence, and Kent's posture turned to Leaha, touching her leg gently. "Well? Go ahead. If you think me a monster, do better."
"Fine." Leaha extended her hand to Kent, encouraging him closer, then kissing him mechanically. Susan nodded, gesturing Tara to come with her. They take Steve out the front door, leaving Leaha and Kent alone. Steve tries to flirt and chit-chat the girls, which annoys Susan, so she Susan talks to Tara about Leaha's backstory, that she had noticed her one-night-stands become exceptionally accommodating, but didn't realize it was caused by the connection until Susan found her and explained the connection. That she had saught out the research study because she'd grown four inches in as many weeks. Susan finally
Meanwhile, back on the couch. Leaha pushed calm into Kent. "Kent, you are not a slave, you are a person. Tell me, what do *you* want?" She and Kent start to go in circles, as he declares he is happiest to do what she wants. Susan excuses herself, to take a walk on the beach. Leaha is frustrated, she tries to encourage him, pushing pleasure and telling him if he wants more, he needs to make a choice, decide what he wants. He is caught in a loop, he wants to do whatever will cause her to give him more pleasure. "Stop!" she screams out in frustration, accidentally pushing aversion, causing him to scurry away from her in fear, shrinking into the couch. She rushes over to him, "Ohh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." she pushes calm, comfort, and he reaches around her in embrace. "Kent, what have we done to you?" She starts to feel the feedback, his hands on her feel good, which pushes desire, which she feels. His hands move against her skin, under her shirt. Then he tips his head up, they look into each-other's eyes, and she kisses him, passionately this time, pleasure runs through them both. It feels so good, too good. When the kiss ends, he moves to her neck, his hands holding her sides, moving as if he can sense just what she wants next. She tips her head back as he straddles her, dragging his lips around her neck. "Ohh, Kent. That feels so good." Each of his hands cup under one of her breasts, helf firmly in place by her athletic top. They don't grab at her, but just gently caressess, like a kiss, his fingers dancing against the exposed edges of her skin. Then he lays on her, his lips kissing the tops of her breasts, pulling gently at her top, nustling briefly, before he drags his face down and resumes on the skin below her top. His hands are almost massaging her now, pulling and rubbing behind her back, down underneath her seat. Meanwhile, his lips and tongue drag down her tummy, which she clenches firm. The feedback keeps him at the perfect pace. His fingers find their way into her shorts, peeling the fabric down slowly. She raises her head, looking down, across a body that only barely felt like her own, leaner, firmer, stronger, taller than she's been just weeks before. (He gives her slow, exaggerated oral. after which she tries to convince herself this is mutual, she goes for his cock, only to find he's come in his pants. She's surprised, and sends him to go clean up.)
w9 In the water (Susan: 6'1", Tara: 5'9", Leaha: 5'11")
They've spent the last week distracted, indulging the awesome beach-house life. Leaha is caring for Kent. Tara runs Steve (the house owner), and Susan has a new 'toy' muscle-man (Ray, black, 6'3" 225lb) she found on the beach. Susan's "rough" play has accelerated her physical changes, as she's gained three inches and more muscle in just eight days. Something Ray talks about, along with her other features - ray is very talkative and aggressive with her, the two really should "get a room", but Susan doesn't care. Steve's model girlfriend comes back from a photo-shoot, and everyone is surprised. As things start to spiral out of control. Susan acts, forcefully kissing her, which makes her even more mad -- but just for a minute or two while the nanites take hold. Then she's Susan's bitch, which amuses her greatly. While the others are surprised, Susan starts to "play" with her toys, making Ray and Chera want each-other, and start to have sex right there in the living room. The others scold her for it, but she just laughs, that it's entertainment. The whole thing cuts through to Steve, and he starts to protest, but Tara stops him, though he's still upset. Tara takes him to the other room, and 'consoling' him turns into a sexscapade. That night, the phosphoresence appears off the beach at night. The group ventures into the water, Susan is looks for signs of what it means. Onlookers are encouraged, and join them in the water. Susan feels abdominal pain, and curls over into the water, as she experiences her first 'birthing'. Fluid and about a dozen symbiote's flush out of her vagina. One of them enters Chera, a couple others enter other women in the water. Chera seems disoriented, after a few minutes, she seems to realize what is happening, and recognizes Steve. She fumes, running over to Susan, taking a swing at her, easily deflected. Susan displays her strength, grappling her into a hold, then monologues "relax, you're one of us now." Susan finds she can still feel her, so she pushes, calms her. Susan tells Tara to give Steve back. / Susan deduces what is happening. symbiote's inside them are responsible for what is happening. Susan has a startling inspiration. She rushes back up the beach, heads for a computer. Quickly she finds article after article of strange ocean mammal behavior, signs of sudden cooperation and intelligence. It's happening all over the world, but why?
w12 Special News Report (Susan:6'3", Tara:5'11"/Ray, Leaha:6'1"/Kent, Chera:6'/Steve)
News assembled videos and reports, painting a picture of the phenomenon. Always women; always with direct exposure to the phosphorescence in the ocean (debunking attempts to transport and 'sell' the stuff); doctors consulted, some abnormal body-scans of women thought to be affected; finally a firsthand anonymous 'silhouette' report from a recently affected woman - describing the instantly elevated mood, confidence, fitness. The guys throw out their suspicions to the girls, who are now more into the show than the boys, and make jokes. The news programs switches to an expert, suggesting these changes sound enviable. The expert retorts, showing a much more dangerous side, including "delusion", "self-harm", "parasite rejection" causing death -- and in those who have been affected the longest, delusions of grandeur, and super-human powers not unlike a full blown mania. He suggests it may soon be necessary to institutionalize all affected, for their own safety. They introduce an affectee -- a tall, stunningly gorgeous woman, who moves with an arrogant grace and confidence. She reviews her story, having been affected since the week after the catastrophe - they challenge the doctor about whether she should be committed, causing him to stammer. Before she knew what was happening, there was a feeling of well-being, confidence, fitness, mental sharpness. She describes the first accidental feats of strength, and spontaneous regeneration; followed by her deliberate experimentation. At this point the doctor is rolling his eyes, and they turn to him. He gives his clinical opinion, that while feats of strength have been witnessed on hallucinagenic anelgesics like PCP, the anesthetic is temporary while the damage to the human body is real. That she should consider care, before she hurts herself. She smugly laughs. The news program brings out a metal bar, asking him to bend it. He can't. She takes it from him, exerting substantial pressure and effort to bend it. When she hands it back to him, he notes both of her palms are badly bruised. She calmy agrees, letting him inspect them during a close-up camera shot. In less than 15 seconds, the bloodshot purple bruised color recedes, and her hands look normal. He's stunned silent, jaw open, disbelief, grabbing for the metal bar, trying to verify what he was seeing. They ask if that's all, "no. I also have a sort of influence over people. It's hard to explain." they suggest she's a very attractive girl, and that lends a certain influence over people. "no, it's way beyond that. I can make them feel things, fear, joy, desire, sadness." ... (some demo or video?) .... The boys are now downright uncomfortable, each sitting with an 'affectee' who can overpower them, physically and mentally. / Interview with someone who was 'connected', explaining how good and bad it was..
w13 Out on the Beach - A week later, the group is now (Susan:6'4", Leaha:6'1"/Kent, Tara:6'/Ray, Chera:6'/Steve).
Susan gave Ray to Tara, worried that the rough play was encouraging her growth, and she was 'plenty big enough'. She hasn't told anyone she can push Chera (symbiote offspring), but her presence is so commanding now she hardly needs to 'push' anyone. As the group walks onto the beach, lots of people are staring. The group drop their chairs, and Susan starts looking (really feeling) for other symbiote's like Chera. / A young girl excitedly approaches, asking if they are "infected", like on the news report. Funny conversation about bullying, and her wanting to be big and strong. Susan is 'supportive'. Her dad comes for her, scolding her to 'leave them alone', then as he leaves, 'stay away from them'. Susan excuses herself for a walk up the beach. She watches the girl and her father, until they reach their beach-towel and the wife. Susan wonders what life will be like for him soon. / Then a strapping man (Rick, 28, 6'3") runs over, trying to recruit her for a sand vollyball game. She makes jokes about how unfair it would be for the opposing team. The man is cute, cocky, and funny, and wins her over, introduces herself. She follows him, enjoying her ability to dominate a few volleys before she fakes a bad-ankle to get out of the game. She continues walking up the beach, observing one couple where she's obviously infected. She's about to head over to talk to her, when the vollyball guy finds her. He makes jokes about her foot obviously not hurting. He asks if she's just visiting, since he doesn't recognize her. She says she just moved there. She enjoys the banter of a man who'se unaffected. He offers to show her around the area. She likes this guy, she doesn't want to 'ruin' him. She declines. He doesn't give up. "Isn't what you're doing dangerous? I could be infected you know." - "You mean that warning that's been all over the news? I figure there's two sides to every story. Besides, then you shouldn't find *me* intimidating." His arrogance got her attention, she stopped walking, turning to face him, looking at him eye to eye, wondering how he'll feel about it when she's even taller. "And what if the news is right, and I turn you into my love slave?" -- "Well, that's a chance I'll just have to take. You're killin' me here. You know how many gorgeous women over six-feet-tall I run into on the beach? Like none. Say yes." She should say no, for his own good. Instead, she points down the beach at where she's staying. "You're about to see more of them. Four of us are staying in the brown house next to the pink one. Come by at four." -- "Yes!" he jumped with a little nervous energy. He was already jogging backwards, back to his vollyball game. "Gotta get back to the team. I'll see you soon, Susan!"
w13 Temptation (same)
Rick rang the doorbell with a bit of nervous energy. Susan was the whole package. First, she was outrageously hot. He had never seen a woman his height, who was so fit, so gorgeous. Plus, she seemed to be just playing with them on the vollyball court, she had a sassy attitude, and then there was this whole 'infection' thing the news had been ranting on about. He wondered if he should be more worried, but she seemed nice enough. He had no idea what he was in for, so he settled on board shorts and short-sleeve button up. She answered the door wearing skin-tight athletic shorts, and a cropped tank top that seemed a size too small and magnetically grabbed his gaze. She noticed his sharp shirt, and his attention to her body. "You look sharp, my wardrobe is a bit limited right now." -- "No, no, it's quite alright." He shook his head, excusing her, even as he struggled to remind himself she was this hot. He followed he through the door, where two other tall and outrageously hot girls were in the kitchen, each adorned by a man, each with a bottle in hand and looking conspicuous, all attention on him. "Whoa, tommorrow you are all on my team!" His joke was only half on-point, as one of the girls looked waify and too afraid to break a nail to play vollyball. Susan led him over towards them, "Rick, this is Leaha and Kent," Leaha was gorgeous, every bit as fit, and almost as tall as Susan. Kent, on the other hand, looked like some random college kid out of place. Susan turned, as the other two approached. The woman was tall and thin, like a model, and the guy was the oldest of the bunch, maybe close to Rick's age. "This is Chera, and Steve. It's Steve's house. He's some kind of tech genius. Tara is upstairs with Ray. I hope you like burgers, Steve is going to BBQ, but before you decide to stay, you should know, the four of us are all infected." Rick lost his expression as he scanned their faces, having no idea how to respond. Susan continued, matter of factly, "I'm dead serious. The news reports are true. Two months ago I was a 5'6" college student at UCSD. The infection did this." She drew her hand up, referencing her obviously different height and appearance. "Also, I like you. I invited you here as a friend, so I'll warn you, the news portrayal of emotional influence is greatly under-estimated. These two," she gestured to the men, "are basically kept pets. If you kiss any of us, you'll be kissing your free will goodbye. Still want to stay, mister intimidating? You can leave if you like. You probably should." / It almost seemed like an elaborate prank, only something told him it wasn't. He'd seen the news reports, and watched a few segments. It seemed so far-fetched, he just assumed it was exaggerated. What if it wasn't? Should he turn and run? Nothing about this seemed dangerous. Plus, he was insanely -curious-. He found his swagger, "you kidding? After how hard you made me work to see you again? No way, Jose." He wrapped his arm around Susan. As he pulled, he found her awkwardly immovable, and ended up pulling himself to her instead. Her body felt even more solid than it looked. He tried not to miss a beat. "Got any more of those brews? What brings you all together here?" / Susan smiled as Kent pulled another beer out of the fridge and handed it to Rick. This guy was in over his head, but he sure was funny. She matched his moves, reaching an arm around him, giving him just a little squeeze. He felt softer than he looked. Another gorgeous tall women and a giant muscled black man appeared from the stairs, both looking a bit sweaty and discheveled. Rick figured that was Tara and Ray, he jabbed into the conversation, "mostly fucking, and more fucking." Tara smiled as she wound up, smacking Ray's thigh, the contact making a seriously loud smack. "Ouch! Careful with these girls, they are sweet as honey, unless you cross 'em. Then look out." The two of them made for the fridge, grabbing beers. Ray put his hand on Rick's shoulder, "watch out for that girl, last week she wasn't even six-feet-tall. Soon she's gonna be bigger 'en all of us." Then the two of them turned, and headed right back up the stairs. / Rick glanced at Susan, who just smirked back. The lanky model's face was sneered. She clearly didn't like Ray much. As soon as he was out of earshot, she spoke up, "I'm getting a bit tired of him. He's just so, crass." She paused, but nobody had any retort. "Hun, can you get the food on." Steve grabbed a giant plate of meat out of the fridge, and the two of them headed towards the patio grill. / Rick hadn't known what to expect coming here, but he certainly didn't expect all of -this-. He turned to the lankly little college kid, who looked seriously out of place standing next to Leaha, the hot buff brunette who was at least an inch taller than him. "So what's you're story, kid?" His eyes looked like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. / Leaha was turned now too, watching him expectantly. Then she brushed her hand on his cheek. "It's okay sweetie. You're not ready." She put her arm around him, and he seemed to just melt against her touch. "Kent here was Susan's first, before she knew what she was doing. Before any of us knew what we were doing. He got pushed a little too hard, and he's still recovering. Come on honey, let see if we can help with the grilling." / As the last couple exited, Rick and Susan were alone again and broke their embrace. "Still don't think it's dangerous?" Rick's mind was reeling, trying to process everything he's just seen and heard, fit it together with the news reports. It was a minute before he realized he was just staring blankly. "You okay? Now is the time if you want to leave." / "If you want me to leave," he reached out again, putting his hand on her bare tummy, testing the waters, "you're going to have to throw me out." She didn't respond, didn't flinch, didn't move. She was so hard to read. He let himself step closer, intimately close. Their hands met. He could feel the attraction, the tension. He wanted to kiss her, but then wasn't that exactly what he wasn't supposed to do? / The moment seemed to draw out, and he realized she'd leaned closer, her hip against him. Then they gently held each-other, her breasts pressing into his chest as she whispered, "you are playing with fire here." His lips urged towards hers, but she turned her head away. "Do you know what you're doing? Kent was my first. I pushed his pleasure button so hard he can't speak. Last week, I found Ray on the beach and on a whim I kissed him. In just a few hours, he became my pet, my -slave-, a few days later I gave him to Tara because I got bored. He hasn't been home since. I'm like a terrible drug. A drug you don't want to get mixed up in." / Everything Rick was hearing told him to get away, but everything he was feeling was so exciting he dared not move an inch. He couldn't kiss her then, shouldn't. He put his cheek against hers. "Well, no kissing then. What's it like? For them, and for you, what's it like?" / Susan was incredibly turned on, she wanted to throw him onto the kitchen counter and fuck his brains out -- but she wasn't sure she could do it without kissing. This tension, this is what the control took away, and she wanted it. She hugged him closer, half to make sure their lips couldn't touch. "At first, with Kent, it was like having little syringes of pure ecstasy, desire, pleasure, pain, sorrow, and fear .. with my fingers are on the plungers. And I could feel him responding, wanting. But then it became more like a magic wand. He did *everything* I wanted him to, before I even thought about it. That's what's really dangerous. It becomes so automatic, I can't even stop it. Leaha was upset that he was acting like a faithful pet, sitting on the floor next to me, so I gave him to her. The thing is, I didn't feel bad about it. He was *happy*. Still, I don't want a pet, I want a man." She squeezed him. "A man like you. So you see, we can't kiss, because I don't think I can stop myself." / interruption - they finish their BBQ, plenty of flirting. She eventually takes him aside for some alternative sexual play. (she doesn't trust herself not to kiss him, and she's been so over-sexed lately, she just wants to pleasure him. she's afraid to even kiss his skin. so she sits, and gives him an incredible handjob.)
w14 - (Susan:6'5"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:6'2"/Kent, Tara:6'1"/Ray, Chera:6'3"/Steve)
w14 PSA - (10k affected) public service announcements, reminding affectees they may be stronger than they expect, to be careful not to harm others, and men to exercise caution when approaching attractive women -- that affectees can be dangerous and/or volatile.
w14 Limelight - (A week later, 10k affected, PSA, (affects on Chera's life, her modeling career, and her relationship with Steve)
Chera arrives to a shoot, Steve driving, dropping her off in a flash sports car. She tells him to wait for her. Goes to her trailer, where her manager is "pitching" her on another shoot. Her career is exploding because everyone wants a piece of the "infected". They talk about the "rate", she's pleased. She approaches him, "you've been a very good boy," then she kisses him, and pushes pleasure, which he reacts to. She sits down to sign the paperwork, and finds his commission is still 10%. "How about we lower that to 3%?" -- "3%!? You asked about a lower commission, but I did such a good job on this one. You're going to make ten times more. Chera baby, you're a rocket, by this time next year I'm going to have you on the cover of Vogue." "come here 'baby'. sit." she pushes him, and his pupils dilate as he sits next to her. "good boy. you want to keep working with me, don't you?" he nods, mindlessly. "you did do a very good job, so I'm going to let you keep 5%. This time." She changes the figure in the contract, signing it and turning it towards him. "initial here, that's right." he initials, and responds to another wave of pleasure. "excellent. Now, if you'd like more of that, go get me the Vogue cover, this month. And tell them I'm ready." He grabs the contract, scurrying up and leaving. / Ten minutes later, the stylist is done with her hair and makeup. She stands, promptly stripping, as they carefully wrap the modeling dress onto her - black, lace up. (pic). They strap her shoes on for her, and she stands, now 6'7" in heels. She carefully ducks through the trailer door (only 6'5"), as they lead her to the photo shoot. There are two other girls there, one 'typical model' (5'11" lanky), another short-petite (5'6").. all wearing the same dress. The photographer calls her over, tells here where to stand, what to do - Chera in the middle. They start shooting. He loves Chera's sexy eyes, he complements the medium one too, the short one though, she's missing the mark, her face isn't selling it. Chera compensates, turning to her, locking eyes briefly, drawing her in. The photographer loves it. Chera leans down, posing with a threatened kiss. The photographer eats it up, encouraging them both, grabbing another camera and moving in close. They are both in the moment, as Chera moves closer, closer, then finally, kisses her forcefully. The photographer is eating it up, but a moment later the short-girl pulls free, dropping out of the moment, looking upset. The photographer challenges her, "what's the problem now." -- She shakes her head. Chera apologizes, she shouldn't have done that. The photographer disagrees, "no bella, that was gold. now lacie, are you going to get it together, or is it time for Chera's solo shots?" Chera pushes calm, then confidence. Lacie's posture suddenly changes, "No, I'm great." The girls settle back into a long-shot pose. The photographer moves back to his tripod, tells Lacie to get in the middle. With Chera's help, Lacie lays her back against Chera, her face showing the pleasure and desire she's now forced to feel. The photographer complements her on it. Chera encourages her to turn, they make eye contact, Chera pushes more desire, confidence. Lacie looks up at her with awe, then takes her arm, as if it's gilded with gold. Chera puts her hand to the girl's cheek. The photographer is shouting encouragement, how powerful, how sexy. The normal model is trying to keep up, laying her hand across Lacie's back. Then Chera pushes submission, and Lacie's legs give out. She wilts to the floor, her hands palm Chera's leg as she looks up from her knees. The photographer loves it, asks the normal model to move out of the shot, which she does, looking displeased. Then Chera leans over, takes Lacie's hand, and places it on the drawstring details of her dress, as if she could pull and unravel it at any moment. The photographer loves it, snapping 20 more shots before he stops. "Alright, we have enough. Thank you ladies." / Chera strolls off the set, towards where Steve dropped her. The stylists try to correct her, "your trailer is this way." Chera comments that she doesn't need it, she likes the dress. The stylists try to stop her, "but you can't. It's one of a kind, there are only four like this." Chera keeps walking. "Don't worry, you'll get your precious dress back. It'll only fit me for another couple days anyway. Send my clothes to my manager." / When she gets in eyeshot of the car, Steve is standing aside it and is startled to attention. Her dress is one part supermodel, one part biker chick, and one part stripper. Leather, a zipper up the front, and each side adorned with lace up details. She struts a good ten feet before he shouts to her, "Chera, whoa, that dress is ... You look incredible." In that time, she clears the distance between them, and he finds himself looking up eight inches to meet her eyes. "whoa." He can't think of anything else to say, as he looks her up and down quickly. Then she steps up to him, her arms draping down behind his back, her crotch pressing into his tummy. "Like it baby? I thought you would. You deserve a little sizzle. How about you take me for a stroll down Rodeo, show the other men what they're missing." She didn't have to ask twice, Steve reached for the door handle, holding it as she slinked down into the seat, fighting with a dress obviously not made for anything but the runway. / Sitting into the driver's seat, Steve started the car and revved the engine, the roar distracting anyone nearby that wasn't already watching them. When the engine calmed down, he put it in gear, and she took the quiet moment to flirt, "looks like this dress wants what you want." He looked over to see that her dress had cinched up even further, making it obscenely close to showing off her panties. He was so distracted, the front wheel rode up on the curb briefly, and he jerked the wheel, the car bouncing to the ground in an obvious driver error. "Eyes front, Romeo." She pushed calm, realizing it was dangerous to get him too riled up while they were driving. / (stroll down Rodeo. she declines going in any of the shops, 'it's not like anything on the rack will fit me', which is only a slight exaggeration. people are staring at her. two couples come up, because the women want to talk to her -- quite normal almost chunky, in awe that she's an infectee, asking if the news reports are true. Chera tells them about her girlfriends, the changes, and makes innuendo reference to the emotional control; then gives them some tips on where to find it, and how to get infected. The guys are visibly uncomfortable, one of them finally mentions the PSA. How it's dangerous, they shouldn't be seeking it out. Chera turns her attention to the guys, challenging them. "does it bother you, that your girlfriends could be enviously gorgeous, like me? Or are you not man enough to handle it?" -- "No no, it's just. The news said..." Chera turned to the girls, ignoring him and cutting him off. "Want a little demonstration, of how men should treat you?" The girls smiled uncomfortably as they nodded. Chera turned back to the guys, "well, you've heard the news. Want to experience a moment of pure pleasure?" The guys looked at each other, startled. Chera looked around, the had a crowd gathering, mostly staring at her. "This is a little public, come on. Chera turned, heading for a clothing shop door, gesturing them. The girls grabbed their guys, pulling them behind. Once they moved off the street, the crowd dispersed. Chera headed through the store, into the back. She turned a corner, and pulled the single fitting room curtain aside, stepping inside. "Well, who's first?" / The guys both looked at each-other, confused. The news made the situation seem like a national health concern but this seemed anything but. A ravishingly hot supermodel, 6'7" in heels, was standing seductively in the fitting room, making it look small, waiting for one of them to enter. Ron gave in first. Sean watched as he walked in and she pulled the curtain closed. He could see her head above the curtain rod, as she moved in. It was quiet, but it was very obvious from the way her head moved, they were kissing. A moment later, she pulled the curtain back, and Ron almost stumbled out, the silliest smile on his face. "Ohh man, you gotta fucking do it. That's amazing." / By this time, the girls were beginning to question themselves. The emotions of the events in front of them starting to take their toll. Sean could see it in their eyes, and he wasn't going to wait for his girl to change her mind. He stepped inside, and Chera pulled the curtain closed behind him. From a few feet away, she looked gorgeous, but as she stepped closer, she *felt* gorgeous. She put her hand on the wall behind him, looking down from half a foot above. Then her hand fell on his shoulder, and he felt a tingle run through his entire body. "Ready baby?" She didn't wait for him to respond, she leaned down, that gorgeous face approaching him, her lips connecting with his. Sean's brain froze, unable to understand why this gorgeous woman was doing this, kissing him. Their tongues danced awkwardly, her plush lips hinting at a sexy sensuous he'd never been exposed to. Then a few seconds later, she stopped, leaning back away. The kiss was amazing, but he was somehow underwhelmed. True, she was stunning, but it was just a kiss, and now it was over. Then it started, the feeling welling up inside of him. Happiness, then pleasure, then euphoria. The shape of her hair and body seemed to blur and glow as his head swam. Then it gently receded. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. She pulled the curtain back, and he stumbled out, both their girlfriends now having sour faces and looking ready to bolt out of there. / Chera stopped them, "just a minute. You two, look at your girls." As they did, she pushed desire, hard. "She's your girl, your world. If she wants something you give it to her. You're going to help them find the phosphoresence. You know why?" She pushed pleasure hard, and both of their heads swayed a bit, as if they were slightly delirious all of a sudden. "Because I'm not going to do that again, but once they get infected, they can. Now, kiss them, with passion, like they are the only girls in the world." With that, the guys both leaned in, sinking into deep kisses with their girls, inappropriately passionate for standing in a dressing room hallway. Chera takes Steve, and heads out of there.
w15 - (A week later, 50k affected, Susan:6'7"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:6'3"/Kent, Tara:6'2"/Ray, Chera:6'4"/Steve)
w15 News Report
50k affected. the infection rate is increasing. those inland are safe, as all reported cases are on the coasts. Those on the coasts should exercise caution, especially around any tall beautiful women. While the infection's accelerated metabolism quickly reduces body fat and triggers growth spurts many men seem to find attractive, any fluid transfer, especially mouth-to-mouth kissing, can be like a drug, forming an instant and powerful addiction cycle. Scientists are still investigating the mechanism of action. Here with us to discuss the phonemenon are Biochemist Dr. Simon Winterguard, and Phd Psychologist Dr. Lee Haley. Dr. Haley, I understand you teamed up with Dr. Winterguard to better understand what's going on. (dialog about how they got started, their research, what they understand about the changes. Simon chimes in with his radial theories about the organism which is changing our biochemistry, while Lee-Ann talks about how the changes will affect our social fabric - how men, who have enjoyed gender dominance for thousands of years, will soon need to adapt and learn to play the submissive gender. The news anchor is surprised, as they seem to be talking as if it will continue to spread, as if there is no cure. Simon chimes in, "Our focus right now is understanding. Spread is minimal, as contracting the infection seems to require direct contact with something in the ocean-bound phosphoresence. Our main focus is understanding why it affects only women, and not men." Lee-Ann laughs, "let's be frank. Nobody wants a cure. The 'pathogen' as you call it, brings on an amazing metabolic change, making our bodies more efficient, leaner, stronger, and quite a bit taller. After decades, even centuries of chasing an unattainable body image, suddenly this 'infection' is delivering it, and then some. It's like God has a sense of humor after all. Women are already seeking out the infection, exposing themselves. Soon we will be flocking to the coasts. No, there will be no 'cure'. Dr. Winterguard is searching for a way to infect men, to stay on top. Isn't that right, Simon?" ) The news anchor holds up her hand, "just a moment Simon. I want to followup on something more specific. You said 'our', you said, 'it makes -our- bodies more efficient'. Dr Haley, are you infected?" She's silent, and Dr. Winterguard also seems genuinely surprised. she confesses, "yes. Citizens are posting sightings of the phosphoresence to twitter, #oceanglow. Two weeks ago, I saw a sighting just two hours drive, so I went. After seeing the results firsthand among subjects in our lab, I wanted to see for myself, to experience it myself. For the first several days I wasn't sure anything had happened, but after two weeks, it's quite obvious. For starters, I'm an inch and a half taller. I've also noticed the other tell-tale changes." Simon looks ready to jump in, but the news anchor holds him back, "I can tell you have something to add Dr Winterguard, but just one more moment. Dr. Haley, we've only had a couple confirmed cases on-air. If you wouldn't mind, can you be a bit more specific about the other changes?" -- "Yes. At first my husband just seemed a bit more pleasant, a bit more accommodating. However, it's gone way beyond that now. I can make him feel happiness, peace, desire, and more, merely by thinking it. He loves it, and I've never had a husband who helps around the house so much." (news anchor chuckles) "As a psychologist, who'se seen all types of therapy and prescriptions attempting to improve people's mood, this blows them all out of the water. And then there is the icing on the cake. I starved myself for years trying to lose the weight from my last pregnancy before giving up. All of a sudden, it's all gone. I've never looked or felt better, and my husband loves that too." -- "That's quite an endorsement Dr. Haley. And so we don't start a riot of women heading for the coast, surely there must be some potential risks. Dr Winterguard, have there been any reports of ill-effects, or reasons to be concerned about the pathogen?" -- "Certainly. Dr Haley is an ethical professional psychologist, who has studied the phonemenon, and who I'm sure is being extremely careful with her husband. Even so, most of us consider the type of direct emotional maleability Dr Haley's husband now experiences an ill-effect. Subjects under the influence of this connection can easily become dependent, even addicted. There are even documented cases of death, either from abborant behavior encouraged by someone infected, or from what appears like a form of drug-overdose. In some cases the infected perpetrators have been hospitalized, or even arrested. We also have concerns as to the long-term health consequences. And, while it's true the short-term physical effects appear positive, we don't yet know the full course of the infection and what effects it may have on long term mental stability, physical health, or lifespan. So you see, there are great risks." -- "And with that, we're out of time. Thank you Dr Winterguard, and thank you Dr. Haley." (to the audience) "There you have it. The infection now reported by the CDC to have over thirty-thousand cases and growing, seems to continue to have some positive, and some controversial effects on women, and while the long-term effects are still unknown, for some, like Dr. Haley, it seems a risk they are willing to take."
w15 Dunkers -
Susan and Rick are in the for the evening... talking about how 'unreal' her 6'7" stature has become. some teasing, him admiring her body, and them both wanting to kiss but somehow resisting it. Then they talk about how frustrating it is. He suggests there has to be a way for her to be careful with it, not to push him. That he saw this segment on the news where a psychologist didn't push her husband too far. She objects. I'm not willing to take that chance on you, Rick. They hear a commotion outside, "what the hell?" They go to the window, to see the beach filled with women, walking out towards a big cloud of phosphorescence. "Holy crap, look at this. There must be ten thousand people on the beach, come on." Rick throws his clothes on and head out of the room. / Tara and Ray are shouting and heading for the door too, 'time to go swimming'. Before he makes it to the front door, Susan catches up and grabs him. "Stop, you can't go out there. They are 'dunkers'. They are here to get infected. I've read about it, it's not safe. Half of them turn around and just kiss any guy they see, just to get their rocks off. You can't go out there." (emotional conflict turns physical, as Susan physically restrains him from leaving) / (they get in a serious discussion. he agrees it's safer to stay in, but what next? how is he going to go anywhere if random women can just take over his mind? You have to do it. I trust you more than them. She refuses. He won't be him anymore. Nothing more to be said, they hold each other, quietly standing at the window, looking out at the sea of women heading into the water.) / Leaha working with Kent. He's finally talking, though he mostly talks about how gorgeous she is. She's trying to explain what happened to him, trying to set him free. "I am free, and this is what I want, to be with you." He starts to kiss her stomach, talking about her amazing abs, her beautiful body. She lays her head back, exasperated. "Uhh! This is so hard! Uhhh. That's not what you want, Kent, that's what I want. Ohh." He slips his hands into her shorts, rubbing her. "Why do you have to be so good at that?" A moment later, he'll pulling her shorts free, and burying his lips in her clit. She's moaning, as he slowly massages her with his tongue. His pace increases, faster, then faster. ???
w18 (Susan:6'9"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:6'4"/Kent, Tara:6'3"/Ray, Chera:6'5"/Steve)
w18 Special Report - (100k affected, Dr. Haley:6'2"/Simon:6') - News crew is filming, a "day in the life" of Dr Haley. Brief scene of them in bed and her 'waking him up' (she whispers to the camera crew, about this being the best part, then 'pushes' him awake). In the kitchen, she's wearing a skin tight fitness tank and pants (pic), talking to the camera about her current opinion of her body, cooking breakfast, he comes down showered, in a suit. Dynamics with her husband, dynamics with the kids (all under her influence). It's like 'stepford city'. After breakfast, he starts doing the dishes, as she sends the kids out the door to school. When Lee and husband are alone, she starts to "play their little game", posing by leaning onto the counter, and pushing desire to reward him for cleaning up. He reacts but objects pleadingly, especially about her doing it in front of the cameras (she's clearly being careful not to over-push him, as he can still object). She negotiates, "come on, most viewers think infected women are monsters. Let's show them it can be different. Show them how much we like it. I'll be extra careful." He looks at her, leaned over playfully. "Okay, but I can't be late today." She bites her lip and nods, as he rubs his hand up her thigh, over her ass, and across her back. "I can still hardly believe this is you, that the woman I'm married to has this body. I am so lucky." - She tips her head down, into a submissive pose, "I'm the one who's lucky. You are so great with the kids, and you know I *really* appreciate you cleaning up when I cook. Here's a little pleasure, you deserve it." His eyes closed, and his body swam a little, then he shook his head as she stood up, a couple inches taller than him. (pic) "Now give your wonderful wife a proper hug and kiss before you race off to work." He put his arms around her, but not for a quick goodbye. His arms slipped under hers, into a slow embrace. They stared at each-other for a moment, before their lips met, her head tilted down slightly. Her posture was now sexy, alluring, dominant, and he somehow seemed to melt into her as they kissed. -- By the time their lips parted, it seemed like he was holding her to stay standing. Several seconds later, he was still holding on, standing there. "Lee, you are so incredibly sexy, but if I don't go to work I'll get fired." A moment later, his arms relaxed, and he backed away. "Thanks. Can I get a little extra confidence today, I have a big meeting?" He grabbed his suit jacket off the chair, and his steps suddenly became a little heavier, a little more determined. "Thanks sweetie, you're the best." He pecked her on the cheek before leaving the kitchen. / Cut to a silent interview of her. "The connection has done so much for our marriage, our family, but it's not easy. I have to be careful every day not to push to far, not to react. In small doses, it's a blessing, but over-used it can be trouble. Some people say the simbiot is evil, that this change is dangerous, but we're here to say it can be wonderful. Men have enjoyed being the dominant sex for a long time. During that time women have joked that if it were us in charge, the world would be a softer, gentler place. Well ladies, let's show them it can be." / Cut to silent interview of him. "I'm constantly warned that the connection is dangerous, that I might not even know how affected I am. There may be women out there who don't have the self-control to handle it, but my wife, she's amazing. I've never felt better. It's improved my job, our marriage, our family, our sex life, even our kids doing their homework. Really, I think it's all about trust. If you trust her, and you care about each-other, then what is there to worry about." / Then the special report shifts to a 'darker' story, a wife who's husband disappeared. The news crew found him, spending all their money on a 6'1" gorgeous infectee. She tried to reason with him, but he was completely under her control. The news crew then shifts to a rumored 'dunker' bar, where women infectees come looking to find men. Covert cameras capture gorgeous women drinking and flirting with men. The news narrator makes the scene sound sexy and alluring. Then they follow one of the couples out the door. He drives her to a nearby ATM, where he takes out and hands her wads of cash. Then he drives her to a nearby hotel, where they check in. The camera crew gets blurry footage of them having sex for four hours, then she walks out the door, and drives away in his car. "We caught up with the man, to find out if this was consensual -- he was in the hospital, and incoherent. He could hardly speak, he didn't seem to know where he was, or what had happened to him.
(w19, 120k affected, Susan:6'10"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:6'5"/Kent, Tara:6'4"/Ray, Chera:6'6"/Steve)
Rick wakes to Susan turning on the morning news, in awe at her body. She watches a brief segment on the escalation. The military is now guarding the main beaches, preventing citizens from entering the water. He, on the other hand, is busy getting aroused. She has sympathy for his 'predicament' and jacks him off. / Susan and rick "walk together" along the beach, and in town (rick has to act controlled). Rick is stunned, first at the armed men on the beach, at how the beach is 80% gorgeous tall women, then at how it seems everyone (except the military) is either an infected woman or a controlled man -- making the occasionally controlled woman stand out. Susan towers over nearly everyone, so everyone stares, and some people approach her.. asking how long it took, excited that they'll look like her one day. They also seem to eye Rick like a trophy or piece of meat they want. A restaurant they stop in is staffed by 'controlled', with infected employees. They try to be inconspicuous as they eat lunch, then he excuses himself to the restroom. She wordlessly grabs his arm, but he says he'll be fine, it's right there. / On the way out from the restroom, he feels a strange draw, and finds himself walking towards the restaurant owner. They have a very flirtatious conversation, where the owner directly questions him not being connected to the woman he came in with. Susan figures it out pretty quick, challenges the owner, and physically hauls him out of there. He protests, doesn't understand why he can't stay and talk to her. She 'explains' his situation, not that he'd accept it at the moment. He finally gives up struggling as she carries him the rest of the way home.
Once she tosses him onto the living room couch, he seems 'back to normal'. "remind me, why is it you were carrying me? Not that I mind." She explains his lapse in judgement. That she wonders if it's safe to be in a coastal down unconnected. / He suggests maybe she's right. He trusts her. "Besides, all the reports are that it's euphoric. What's the harm?" -- She protests, that last time she couldn't control herself, she ended up with a pet following her around. / "But from the stories you've told me, you were not even trying to control yourself.
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(w22, 200k affected, Dr. Haley:6'4"/Husband:6', Susan:7'/Rick:6'3", Leaha:6'8"/Kent, Tara:6'7"/Ray, Chera:6'6"/Steve)
We see the real "morning in the life" of Lee Haley, showing how she's no longer being so 'careful', instead treating everything as a 'dosing issue'. She wakes, and watches a short news segment with interest, satisfaction, laughter, "talking" to her husband even though he's sleeping. (Costal cities are a zoo, gridlocked as women flock to expose themselves. They can't use the main beaches, because of the military, but the military can't guard the entire coast. CDC predicts 1% of the US population is exposed, and expects this to climb sharply. The most advanced cases have progressed to over 7' tall, though early signs are that the growth starts to slow around there.)
She flips off the TV, tosses the covers away, and "jolts" her husband awake as she straddles him, making reference to wanting some 'morning attention'. He's momentarily groggy, and protests that he'd like to at least wake up first. "Ohh, of course honey, here, I'll wake you up." / His eyes pulse wide open, before he looks up, in awe and desire. Greeting her in a sultry set of complements about her body, while his hands admire her in awe. / "And it's all for you sweetie. Now, show me how much you love me." He smiles, burying his face in her clit. She moans, as she complements him on his technique. There is a thumping in the hallway, and she yells out to the kids to start making breakfast. Then she returns to her 'treatment', thinking out loud how she'd love to keep him home from work to do this all day, but then she encourages him to move it along. Finally she reaches climax, holding his head as she convulses in pleasure. Then she thanks him, telling him how much she appreciates him, dosing him with a 'reward'. "Time to start the day." Then she heads to the bathroom.
She's only in there a few moments, when he comes in, hugging and rubbing against her 6'4" body. 'you're not the only one who wants some morning attention'. She notices her 4" height advantage, and his giant hard-on. / She talks like she's complying, but acts dominant. "Ohh, I'm sorry sweetie. How insensitive of me. Of course." She lays her arms over his shoulders, pressing her breasts into his chest. Then she kisses him, before whispering into his ear. "I always have time to give my man a little quickie. Go ahead, aim him somewhere safe." / "But baby, I want you to do it. Please." He pulls down on her arms, trying to get her to touch him. / "Mmm. You do, do you?" She stared him down for a moment, then she backed away enough to reach down to him. She only used the tips of her fingers, moving his erection about carefully, as if trying not to set him off. She aimed him over the counter, towards the sink. / "No baby, I want you..uhhh" Before he could even finish his sentence, she pushed waves of arousal, then pleasure, cutting his words short. "Ohh my, ohh my," in just moments, he involuntarily sprayed fluid onto the bathroom counter. His body felt a brief wave of relaxation, but before he could even savor it, she started taunting him. / "You want what baby? Another? Okay, but just one more. Get ready for me." Suddenly he felt the pull of his wife's body in front of him. Her firm tits, visible definition in her arms and stomach. He wanted her so badly, so unnaturally, it seemed like she was glowing. He reached out with his hands, caressing her shoulders, then her tits. His cock started to react. "That's it. You love it, don't you? Getting hard for me so fast. You're so good to me. Here, let me be good to you." Her one hand held him facing the counter, her other started to gently pet him. "You like that, don't you? My fingers on you. Too bad it's time for everyone to go to work." With that she pushed again, arousal, and pleasure, harder this time. His legs felt week, and he quickly braced himself on the counter before his member spasamed, loosing a much smaller amount of fluid this time. "Alright, enough play, be a dear and clean up that counter, will you?"
Lee-Ann coming down to breakfast, made by the kids, eating at the table, sitting like a 'queen', asking about her kids homework. Her son didn't finish it all, she apologizes like it's her fault, asking if he needs more -encouragement- next time? He resists, "no, no. I can handle it myself mom." She politely accepts his request, and says she'll let him handle it, but he should remember everyone can use a little boost now and then, right (husband)? The kids clear the table, and the daughter does the dishes. "it's so great to see you kids helping out. Your father and I really appreciate it." Then, before the scene is done, she moves to the door, asking them to line up for their morning goodbye kisses. She kisses each one of them, awkwardly, with a little tongue, spreading the nanites. Her son tries to object, but she 'talks' him into it with a little push.
First 'therapy client' shows up. He sits down, and talks a bit about his 'troubles', his wife talking about self-infecting, how they faught about it. How she's threatening to do it anyway. She talks very socratically to him. "how do you feel about it? Do you want her infected?" He's seen pictures of women affected, and how it made them tall, fit, gorgeous, and confident. Who wouldn't want their wife to look like that, and who wouldn't want that for them, but he's worried about the *other* effects. I really want your opinion here, Dr. Haley. You've been through it, and it's obviously working out for you and your husband. I trust my wife, I guess I just don't trust she'll stay with me after the change, and I don't want to lose her. "Have you told her?" Yes, of course. She insists she loves me, and that she change would only make us stronger. That she can be what she's always wanted to be for herself and for me. But how do I know she won't feel different, after? "I think trust is at the core. Trusting the change can deepen your love. It's also important to remember each of us is our own person, and you're wife has a right to her own decision. If she is going to change, how do you want to feel about it? Do you want it to bother you? Do you want to fight about it? What do you think that will do to your relationship?" Of course he doesn't want it to bother him. That'll just make them fight, and the fighting is what is driving them apart. He just wants to be okay with it, and for them to stay together. Can you help me? Take away my fear? "I can." She pours a glass of water, taking a sip, backwashing into the glass, then hands it to him. Tells him he'll feel better. Tells him how he'll feel about his troubled situations. He immediately looks happier and brighter, and feels better. Thanking her.
Theo, second 'therapy client' shows up. He's have anxiety and confusion at work. She digs, and finds it's related to an 'infected' coworker who'se 'pushing' her way to the top. She asks if the co-worker has ever pushed him, "no, never", if he ever finds himself doing things that seem out of character, "no, never", or feeling sudden and incredibly strong emotions, "not at work, but at home? all the time. My wife's infected." She questions further, and there is some suggestion his wife is an abuser (quit her job, bringing home other partners, making him to degrading things) -- but he doesn't see them as bad. She offers a 'treatment', brings him a glass of water. He suspects exactly what it is, and reacts with fear, "if she finds out". Lee-Ann tries to negotiate, tells him she may need help dealing with the infection, managing herself. He tries to get up, she stops him, apologizes for what she's about to do, then kisses him. A few moments later, he's calm. She tells him he doesn't have to feel that way, builds his confidence. She coaxes him (with effort) to confirm his wife uses 'fear' on him, regularly. She tells him he doesn't have to feel that way. They can get him into a center right away. He's crying, hugging her, then a few moments later, he's groping and kissing her. She politely asks him to stop, then she carefully forces him to stop, which causes him to cry more. "i don't know what's happening to me." It's all right, I'm here to help. Will you stay right here while I make a call? -- She calls the 'center', explains in clinical language he's been connection-abused, both emotionally and sexually. Not likely enough proof to convict his wife. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Great. -- She explains to him that police are going to bring in his wife for questioning. There isn't enough evidence to go further, but sometimes just rattling them is helpful. She asks what the rest of his day looks like, because he'll need to cancel it. Right now is a risky time for him, until they've undone the emotional strain she created. Someone from the center will be here in 10 minutes to pick him up and begin the healing process. She senses tension in him, so she pushes relief, and calm, and he spontaneously falls asleep.
Theo (2nd therapy client) awakes suddenly to the center's volunteer (6'6" Sheryl, 32yo, pic, semi-pretty face with a giant head of curly black hair, and giant knockers) talking to him like a nurse (repeatedly using his name), and occasionally side-talking to Dr. Haley. Telling him who she is, confirming he knows who he is, where he is, and that he's been the victim of connection-abuse. After he confirms, she explains how the center works, that they'll provide connections from trained and trusted infectees, who can help stabilize his emotions, assess the damage, and begin to heal it. She asks if that's something he thinks he needs. He confirms. She explains that she needs to kiss him, as the saliva and fluid transfer initiate the connection. That she understands it can be awkward, to trust making a connection to a stranger, but she assures him she's a trained connection-abuse and detachment surrogate. "Is that okay, Mr. Landon?" He sobs as he nods his head.
She hands him a tablet, with a signup form, explaining that he's consenting to voluntary connection surrogacy, that health-insurance only covers part of the program, and in an effort to bring the center anyone who needs it, they request he donate 10% of his wages for the duration of the surrogacy. He asks how long it typically lasts. (She explains they don't yet know exactly how long the recovery period is, as the center and the surrogacy program are so new. She can say that those in the program are back to work, and free of connection emotional abuse normally within just two or three days. They suspect surrogacy will last at least three months, though for the severely abused, it may last until they find a trust-able infected partner.) He thumbprints, and takes a selfie, as instructed by the app. She then asks Dr. Haley thumbprint.
The surrogate moves in, kisses him firmly and for a solid thirty seconds. Then she pushes alertness, confidence very sharply. He sits up suddenly. "You've made a big step in your recovery, Mr. Landon. You no longer need worry about your formerly abusive partner. As your connection surrogate, you can trust me to always treat you with dignity and kindness. How do you feel?" Suddenly he's a machine of words, talking about his situation, and his frustration with his wife.
After a few moments, she cuts him off, "alright Mr. Landon, we'll have plenty of time to talk about that at the clinic. Now, I understand you experienced some involuntary arousal towards Dr. Haley. I want you to know this is a common side effect of sexual connection-abuse, and we don't consider you responsible for it, right Dr. Haley? (she confirms. and says it's not the first time it's happened. that's how she knows the center is the right next step for him.) Alright, now in a moment, we're going to head to my car, and I'll drive you to the center. However, before we leave, I need to know, are you feeling involuntary arousal now?"
(he shakes his head. she presses him on it, as she can clearly see his hard-on. she explains that she wants him to be truthful, and while technically pushing trust is the only thing she can do without his permission, she still prefers to ask. she asks for permission to make him trust her. he nods. she explains to Dr Haley what to expect, that he may say unexpected things, that this is like sodium penathol, times a hundred. she reminds her that anything he says is under patient client privilege. she pushes trust...
he starts babbling immediately. he finally admits to still being aroused, and that he's really beginning to hurt. It started when he hugged Dr. Haley and felt her breasts against his chest. Now that she's infected, he fantasizes about her when... )
She cuts him off "That's to be expected." She explains why it happens, his wife has trained his body that being near his connection means being aroused. Did she control your arousal against your will?
('yes, all the time. It drove me crazy. Some days I'd home from work and she'd force me to get hard and then tease me about it. Other days she'd make me come in my pants the moment I stepped through the door. It was embarrassing. God it hurts right now. You know hair is very curly, and your breasts are huge. I want to slip my hands into your shirt and...)
"Alright, let's hold that thought, Mr Landon. You're wife shouldn't have treated you that way. You have a right to control your body and your emotions. As your surrogate, it's my job to give you that control. At the center, we'll have the time and privacy to learn to trust and guide each-other. However, I suspect you'd prefer not to remain this way for the next fifteen minutes. Is that right, Mr. Landon? A non-verbal response is preferred." (he nods) "Alright." She taps away on the tablet. "As part of our program, all requests are strictly logged and confirmed. Here."
She hands him the tablet, and lets him look over the fill-in-form. "patient is experiencing pain and discomfort associated with connection abuse induced persistent involuntary arousal state, and requests (manual / emotional) stimulation climax to remedy. (thumbprint)" Before he even has a chance to think, he finds himself blurting out, "you're offering to give me a hand-job?"
She cringes a little. "Looks like the trust push is still in full effect. We prefer the terms manual stimulation, or assisted masturbation. Please focus on filling out the form, unless you'd like to decline the procedure at this time." He tries to thumbprint in. It flashes red, indicating he needs to select an option first. He surprised himself how quickly he selects manual stimulation. He's not even sure why he does. Then he thumbprints in, and hands her back the tablet.
"Alright. Just one more question, would you like Dr. Haley to stay? Again, a non-verbal response is preferred." (he sheepishly nods his head) "Dr. Haley, I'm now going to masturbate Mr Landon, to relieve his involuntary arousal state. You're welcome to leave or stay, but either way, because he's fixated on your connection, you're likely to feel intense desire and arousal. Please try to keep your own pushes to a minimum. I know it may be difficult." -- "Ohh yes, I've felt it since he woke up. I see this situation come up in my therapy quite often, and I'm interested to see how the center handles it. I'm very versed in compartmentalization for my therapy work, so it shouldn't be a problem."
The surrogate nods, puts the tablet into her bag, and pulls out a few things. She puts on a set of latex gloves, before spreading out several sections of paper towel on Theo's legs. "Alright Theo, I'm going to start by unbuttoning your pants." Her fingers pulled at the button, then the zipper. Theo sort of couldn't believe this was happening. He thought being around someone with the connection meant being constantly yanked around on an emotional chain, but suddenly this woman was going to jack-him-off? It was straight out of some weird science-fiction movie.
She carefully peeled his underwear away, exposing his erection. Suddenly, he felt an unexpected jolt towards Dr. Haley. He could immediately see her posture had changed. Her legs were slightly spread, allowing him to see up her skirt. Also, one of her arms was laid across her lap, her fingers mindlessly rubbing back and forth barely below her left breast, like she had a slow persistent inch. She seemed to catch herself, stopping her hand. "Ohh, I'm sorry."
"Dr. Haley, you're wearing black lace panties. Does your bra match? I'd like to see it -- and you're breasts. I think about your breasts sometimes, when I have a moment alone and I'm trying to... Ohhh! That's cold!" The surrogate's hands were slippery and cold, covered with some kind of lubricant, as she deliberately wrapped them around his cock.
"Theo, you may talk about Dr. Haley, but try not to ask her any questions, remember, she's politely agreed to stay for your benefit. Now, I'm going to go very slow at first, but anytime -you- want to finish is fine. It's your body." With that, she started slowly moving her fingers, her motions deliberate and thorough, yet at. a. snails. pace." He looked down at the awkwardly clinical setting, her gloved slippery hands rubbing him, her clinic uniform doing a moderate job making her giant tits not look too sexy. For a moment he almost felt like the arousal would fade. Then he felt another sensation from Dr. Haley.
He looked over to see Dr. Haley looking incredibly conflicted. Her face was trying to watch impassively, but her legs were crossed, and one hand was pressing down into her crotch as if trying to contain something. He suddenly felt overwhelmed with care and respect. "Dr. Haley, I want to find a woman like you. I saw that news special with you and your husband. You treat him so well. If you were my wife, I'd go down on you every night without even being... uhhh." He felt a wave of desire, as Dr. Haley's hand rubbed at her own crotch. She fought it, crossing her arms. Theo liked how it pressed her tits together. He wanted to see more of them, and a moment later her hands were cupping her breasts, showing them off. He wanted her so badly.
"Dr. Haley? Are you okay? Do you need me to intervene?" Theo didn't know what she meant by intervene, but he didn't want it. Dr. Haley was giving him the best bedroom eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted to ask her to fuck him, but he wasn't supposed to ask her questions. He looked down at the slippery hands tracing slow patterns around his cock, and wanted to stop them, to get Dr. Haley to come over and ride him. When he looked back, Dr. Haley was standing up, her hand digging into the front of her skirt. He felt another wave of desire, and she took a step closer.
"Crap" Suddenly Dr Haley flopped down on to the seat, looking exasperated. "Yes. I though I could... God, I can feel him wanting me so much. I can't keep my hands..." She didn't finish her sentence, but she didn't have to, her hand was still digging under her skirt, rubbing herself. Suddenly he felt a wave of desire from [the surrogate], and looked over and felt suddenly drawn to her. Her brown curly hair fell down onto her chest. Her clinical top didn't show any cleavage, but it couldn't hide the body underneath. She was busty and attractive.
"Theo, you're feeling some new emotions towards me. In a moment, I'm going to make them much stronger. Dr Haley is having trouble with the feedback loop, so it is necessary to escalate the procedure to include urgent induced desire target re-fixation." He wasn't sure what that meant, but he could see Dr Haley full on masturbating herself in her chair.
Then suddenly, something hit him like a wave of bricks. Time seemed to slow down, and [the surrogate] filled all the space in his mind. For a moment, it felt like a zoom lens twisted, and [the surrogate] seemed larger than life, sitting over him, her slippery hands working his cock, her face cocking a sexy smile, and her tits straining out of her nurse gown. She was a sexy fantasy, and he wanted her so badly.
He found himself reaching out, and when pulling at her arms didn't budge her, he grabbed her shirt-collar with one hand and her giant tit with the other. It felt amazing, his hand sinking into the willowly curve. He looked down, and almost came right there, seeing this sexy goddess's hands, gently stroking him. He wanted to stand up and ram his cock between her tits. He even tried, but quickly found a slippery hand pressing him back to his seat.
"Stay there, Theo. I know I said you could come when you wanted to, but it seems your wife pushed you much further than I expected. I'm going to..." Theo hadn't heard a word she said, he was watching her hands up and down on his cock and couldn't take it any more. His climax exploded out of him. As soon as it happened, [the surrogate] grabbed the head and pressed him onto one of the paper towels so fast she somehow caught all of the mess. She rubbed him a few times to encourage the final pumps, then with clinical precision, she wrapped him in more paper towels as she wiped up the stray lubricant and any other moisture. Less than two minutes later, she'd stuffed the messy pile into her bag, wiped him with a cold wet-wipe, then a dry towel, then returned his underwear and pants a state of decency.
He looked over at Dr Haley, who had somewhere regained her composure, and was sitting in an overly stiff and proper position. [the surrogate] spoke up, "Dr. Haley, it's excellent that you brought us in on this case. Mr. Landon's wife has pushed him almost to the breaking point." As she was talking, she was tidying up the remaining pieces of paper and her gloves into her kit-bag. "That's why you experienced the sexual feedback you did. The typical level of desire she pushes is way beyond a safe level, and not something a caring person like yourself would have ever experienced." Dr. Haley was just nodding, still looking uncomfortable.
"As for you Theo Landon. Coming to me very well may have saved your life." "I've seen people pushed so far they can't walk, or talk, or function normally when they come to us, and perhaps not ever. You're wife may have been pushing you much closer to that point than she realized. Oddly, it's even lucky for her, as connection inducing persistent vegetative state is now recognized by the courts as a felony crime." Theo had been glazed over, and hadn't understood most of what she'd said.
[the surrogate] stood, and reached a hand down to him. The climax had calmed him, but the woman looking down on him felt like the only woman in the world, like he'd known her all his life. She was astonishingly tall, he suspected even taller than Dr Haley. He gingerly reached his hand out, in awe and disbelief that someone so stunning was even talking to him. She promptly pulled him to his feet. She easily had six inches on him, and her clinical uniform now did nothing to hide the prominence of her chest, jutting towards him and demanding his attention. Even fully covered, he couldn't help but stare at the giant shapes.
She reached a hand to his chin, kindly lifting his gaze up to hers. "Theo, you're probably feeling an overwhelming desire to have me, to be with me. That's the target re-fixation. Sometimes I can delay it, but it's an inevitable part of the process. Connection-abuse is serious and debilitating. I can't promise you it will be easy to get your life back, but I can promise you I'll be with you every step of the way. Now, you're going to follow me to my car, and we're going to drive to the center so you can get acquainted with your new home. Alright?" Theo, nodded. At that moment, he would have followed her anywhere.
"Thanks again for reaching out, Dr. Haley. We're going to get Theo back on track. I'll give you an update in a couple weeks, and let you know when he might be ready to come back in for a session." And with that, she headed for the door, and Theo followed her and her brown curly hair -- perched over six-and-a-half feet up, crowning off gorgeous womanly curves that his mind was already busy fantasizing about.
(w24, 400k affected, Dr. Haley: 6'7"/Simon:6', Susan:7'2"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:6'11"/Kent, Tara:6'10"/Ray, Chera:6'8"/Steve, Sheryl:6'7")
Presidential address, end to military action, end to prohibition of the infection. Beginning of the 'acceptance'. Centers opening up to help women and men come to terms with the changes. Shelters and a hotline, to handle connection-abuse.
Susan / Rick - He's upset at his inability to be out in public.
Inability to be independent. Susan consoles him. He lays his head into her chest, because she's a foot taller. She holds his head down with her hand. He tries to resist, but she holds him there, "Let me go! Susan, sometimes you make me feel like a child." It stings, and she lets him go. He backs a few steps away. "I'm sorry. I used to know who I was. What I was supposed to do. Now I just don't know anymore."
(she starts a mood-lightening playful rant of her own) "It's okay. I understand. It's a big change for everybody. Eight months ago I was five-foot-six. You try gaining twenty inches and over one hundred pounds. I have to duck through doorways. I haven't had a pair of pants that fit in months. I can't even find a shirt that didn't show off these abs and a whole lot more."
"Awww. I like seeing your abs honey." He wrapped one arm around her, the other rubbing the rock hard definition on her tummy. She reciprocated, wrapping one arm around his back.
"But apparently you don't like me holding your face to my chest." Her lip curled a wry smile. "Guys are so weird. You run around chasing boobs, but when they come to you, practically begging to be kissed, you get all sensitive and stuff." Suddenly, the the breasts sticking out just below his chin seemed even more distracting.
Rick tried to defend himself, "you know that's not what I meant." Susan, however, wasn't having any of his seriousness. She was already tugging at her top, exposing even more skin than was already visible. He played along, leaning his head down and kissing her skin.
"Uhh, yes, baby." As she pulled the fabric further, he turned to face her, burying his face in her tits. "The way I see it. It takes a real man to handle a woman like me." With that, she lifted him under the arms, causing him to instinctively straddle her torso. "And I know you're a real man because of that bulge in your pants."
Leaha - decides to volunteer at a center. (extension of what she's been doing with Kent) Gets a tour, and an interview where they feel-out whether she can handle the "unusual" requirements of the job. (aka sexual servicing, multiple partners, living in the clinic, committing herself to helping them get their lives back and protecting them from dangerous infectees) - like a reverse-mormon convent, where the infectees have multiple husbands - Leaha is a good deal more "pretty" than most of the volunteers, though the infection makes all of them attractive.
(w28, 800k affected, Dr. Haley: 6'10"/Simon:6', Susan:7'3"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:7'1"/Kent, Tara:7'/Ray, Chera:6'10"/Steve, Sheryl:6'9")
news scandal about members of congress exposed, how the president is being protected, and leaked photos of the first-lady obviously exposed, conspiracy suspecting the government intentionally exposed her.
(w30, 1M affected, Dr. Haley: 7'/Simon:6', Susan:7'4"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:7'2"/Kent, Tara:7'1"/Ray, Chera:7'/Steve, Sheryl: 7'1")
presidential address from the "connected" president... which encourages a change to the nation, family values, trust, exposure of women, and partnering - "as i have done". (catchy name for the exposure) Country is creating an exposure program, and beginning a research program to better understand the symbiot.
Open in a newsroom, where Susan and Rick are chatting about how they ended up there. (they came to interview Chera and Steve, found out Rick was unconnected, and convinced them to come on the air) - Proceed to an interview with Susan and Rick, where they ask lots of direct and probing questions.
(w34, 1.5M affected, Dr. Haley: 7'2"/Simon:6', Susan:7'5"/Rick:6'3", Leaha:7'3"/Kent, Tara:7'2"/Ray, Chera:7'2"/Steve, Sheryl: 7'2")
Leaha's boss commends her on her amazing skills as an interventional connection therapist. Recapping some of her recent successes bringing men back to normal function must faster than her peers. She then tells her she has a very important job for her, one that requires the utmost discretion. She'll have to be away from her friends and family for a while, is that okay? Leaha is a bit surprised, but agrees it would be okay. Asking if it's at least inside the country. "Ohh yes, it's in the US. I'm so glad you can do it, we don't have many therapists, and even fewer who are qualified." She tells her to pack a bag, and that she'll be picked up at home, most likely in a few hours.
Leaha is just waking up on the private flight, with the captain telling her where they are landing (Washington). It was the first, and possibly only time she ever expected to be on a private plane. On the tarmac, a limo picks up her just feet from the exit door of the plane. She's driven in a limo. As it progresses, it dawns on her just who she may be helping. Her suspicions are confirmed as she sees the white house through the limo window.