"Bonded" -
concept
a sentient recreational symbiote is able to project any reality. This creates a dark industry of breeding and training children to project singular experiences. People think they are experiencing an amazing drug, but the truth is darker. (she's laying eggs in his head?)
characters
Kayla - his name for the symbiote
Sampson (Sam) - ex-military soldier. divorced. hard.
XYZ? - wealthy person who buys Kayla for his son
ideas
could make it a conflict, for the symbiot to want 'full control', it has to entice him with his fantasies... and he has to take a drug (to feed the symbiot) to submit, but if he takes it too much, the symbiot takes over...
....or maybe she needs him much more.... maybe while she inhabits him she is starving and dying... she can only do it for about 48 hours. then she has to be placed back in a salt and nutrient bath, protected, and reinserted
when does she get "big"?
after some more action, where she helps him, and he protects her, and they trust each other more.... she thanks him and takes her guard down, revealing her weakness... they have a romantic moment.. then she gets excited and changes the mood (and location)... she tells him she wants to give him a special treat (and draws it out)... she tells the story of when they first met (remember when..) and she asked him what he really wanted... (no, not having multiple girls, though i can do that if you want, the other one... yeah, you know the one i'm talking about. you want me taller and stronger, don't you.) she grows until she's just about his height, and noticeably more fit, and forcefully kisses him. (she teases about how he's always found women too frail. not just because you don't want to hold back, you want her to take charge, don't you? to be taller and stronger.) with that her frame rises higher, until she's an inch taller, then a couple, then loooming over him, her lips passing his eyeline. she presses him to the wall with an unusual strength, and kisses him forcefully. (ohh, you don't think i'm stronger? try me.) she grasps his hands, and holds them above his head, and though he doesn't use his full resistance. it becomes clear he's not going anywhere.
?? where next
she grows more, until at 7'5" her tits are in his face. she teases him about it.
she can feel he wants her bigger still, but he should take a moment to enjoy this first.
story arc
intro symbiot, soldier
soldier sympathizes with symbiot, they have a moment (he falls for her) - she asks him what he wants, reads his mind, makes it clear she knows what he really wants, and it's a shame she can't stay with him, he's not going to get "that" from any human woman
during the hand-off, he 'rescues' her, and goes on the run
she 'takes over' driving the motorcycle, allowing them some calm and intimacy
she teaches him more of what she is (and what she can do), interrupted as "someone's coming"
he snaps back to reality, looking out a window with her "HUD" highlighting the people ... looks more like the owners of the house.... she guides him to where she left the motorcycle.
once he decides where he's headed, she offers to drive, so he can resume his symbiot 'training'. / "not now, i need to think." he considers what he's going to do now. disappear, and live on the land? get a fake identity?
"you are not a criminal. you saved me." / "it's not the police i'm worried about. my contract says my life is forfeit for failing to deliver." / "there are others who will help us. others like us." / (conversation about symbiot movement, and how to find them... she has to use his phone) / she connects with a contact on the internet, who asks weird questions to verify her identity, and Sam's identity, then arranges a meet.
he shows up for the meet, and there are four humans, armed. he's a bit worried, but as soon as they touch his neck, they relent, and welcome them to the fold.
'you're military training is going to be a great asset for our cause.' / 'what cause?' / they talk about the movement to free symbiots and have them recognized. / Sam scolds Kayla for not telling him what she was getting them into.
'We need to talk to Kayla for a moment, alone.' / Sam objects, holding up his hands as reality dissipates in front of him.
When he comes-to, he's in an clean high rise apartment, in bed. Calls out to Kayla, (she appears, pic) and he complains about her 'taking him over'. they agreed he would consent for that. / Kayla apologizes, explains that she never actually agreed. that her species doesn't know which humans they can trust, and that not all symbiots are as 'accommodating' with their hosts as she is. She didn't want them to think she was soft. She explains that this is a safe house they can stay at for a while. (he recognizes the new city they are in from the skyline out the window) the collective is going to get him a new ID. It should only take them a couple days. / He opens the fridge to find it completely full of food. "Looks like there is enough here for a couple weeks. I'm not very good at sitting still." / "Sam, we can spend the time doing whatever you'd like. What are you're favorite places in the world? Hmm... Sure, we can do Paris, or Sydney, or even that Buddhist temple in Tibet." / He holds his hand out at her image, "don't you put me under. we agreed." / "Ohh, you don't agree?" Her outfit suddenly changes to a black lace set of bra and panties. "How about we talk about what we're going to do in your favorite places?" He can't resist checking out her chiseled body, and as he does, he notices her chest inflating, overflowing her bra. "I have some *special* things to show you." When he finally met her eyes, there was a hunger behind them. Her form became radiant and surreal, and she started to walk towards him. He felt a bit dizzy, like he was sinking into the floor, as he had to look higher and higher to track her eyes. Then he realized why. She was standing close, and she was now so tall her tits were threatening to sock him in the face. / "Kayla? What are you d.doing?" / "I saw what you really want, Sam." Her hand ran down his arm, and she leaned in until he could barely feel her tits brushing his cheeks. "You could have spent your whole life never experiencing it, but I can be whatever you want, Sam. Whatever you can imagine. I just want one thing." He felt her grasp his hands, and lift them up to the sides of her face-high breasts, but when he pressed into them, there was nothing there, his hands went right through her. "I want you to trust me. Stop asking for consent, and just trust me." / He felt it like a bunch of bricks crashing down on him. "Kayla, it's not that easy." He gestured to press her away, but his hand also went right through her tummy. "You want to just take me over whenever it's convenient for you." She took a step back, and even amidst his protest, he couldn't help but feel sexual awe. She wasn't just the sexiest woman he'd ever seen, she was standing at least a foot and a half taller than him. / "You want me to be real for you, don't you?" He obviously did, there was no denying it. "Sam, you know what I can do, and I'm still here asking. I promise I'll never do something you wouldn't approve of, isn't that enough? How about you just trust me for now? For a while? And see how it goes." / "Uhh," his words stalled, but his thoughts didn't. The parts of his mind aroused by the form in front of him agreed before he could catch them. It was something like, 'holy fuck, yeah.' Suddenly the world around him shimmered, and he found himself on the balcony of the white apartment, overlooking the small Yumbulagang temple, built precariously onto a mountain peek. Kayla was standing next to him. / "What would you like to investigate first, the temple, or..." Her fingers drew down the string of her bra, suggestively pulling it to the side. At the same time, she stepped forward, presenting her bare nipple an inch away and barely above his lips. She was his impossible fantasy made real. There was no way he could resist. Before he could move, he felt a hand on the back of his head, pulling him firmly into her tit. "Mmm," she offered softly from above.
As he sucked, his hands found her thighs. As he caressed upward, it felt surreal how high her hips were. He kept going, passing her tummy, and finding the sides of her oversize breasts.
???
story
Intro 1 - A retired soldier is hired to transport an expensive (many times his net worth) older symbiote, who can project any reality. It has to live inside him during transport (it can only survive for 10-15 minutes outside a host), and they give him a drug device to subdue it. He is given a drug 'gun' and a blindfold. He is warned that if he is going to 'try it out' (even though he's not supposed to), only to let it wake up when he's blindfolded. He insists he's not going to, as he doesn't need a (slang term) 'swimming around in his thoughts'. The contact is dismissive, and warns him about the emotions, attachment, and manipulation they are capable of. Before implanting it in him, the contact has him bio-confirm a tracking and life forfeiture agreement, should he fail to deliver on time.
First Encounter - After a significant kidnap attempt, he is exhausted and forgets to drug it. The colors in his vision start to swim, and he quickly reaches for his kit. However, he hesitates to use the gun, and instead puts the blindfold on. It realizes what a good man he is, and gives him a long (all night 9 hour dose) of constructed reality. They connect, and it feels like love. It asks to stay with him, but he remembers the warning. He makes an excuse (he's hungry), and then uses the drug gun to subdue it.
Botched Delivery - He shakes it off, continues with the job, and delivers it, but when he finds out the new owner plans to let his teenage son keep it like a pet, he acts, taking it back at gunpoint and going on the run. As soon as he reinserts it, they have a brief moment. He is rough and assertive, that this is not the time. He uses the last of the drug to subdue it, travels to a safe-house, and sleeps.
Unsubdued - He wakes up 11 hours later. Colors and sensations are distorted. He tries to use the drug, but he is out. He can sense it waking in his head. It is elated, as it has not "seen" in decades. It envelops his senses, 'emotional hug'. He explains they have to move, to get somewhere safer. He explains that he has to find a doctor who can remove his tracker, or they will keep coming for him. It asks some questions about the tracker, where it is, how it works. On the way, they are attacked. First, it projects complex tactical info into his reality to help them evade capture. Then he notices enhanced strength and reflexes. He disables three armed attackers, and escapes. He shoves someone off a motorbike and escapes on it, heading out of the city.
Off the grid - he stops for gas, counting the cash in his pocket. he ops to spend what is left for a cheap sim card over a snack. She interrupts, explaining that he doesn't need a doctor anymore. He tries to ignore her as he interacts with the teller. Outside, he inserts the sim, so he can power up his phone. She interrupts, 'i told you, you don't need a doctor. i was able to find and disable the tracker.' / You what? How? / She projects a medical image, showing the path of her tendril and the military tracker embedded just inside his skull. / He doesn't believe her, so once his phone powers up, he tries to track himself, and gets 'no signal', and a last known location about 20 miles back. 'Holy crap.' / "We should get going, your stash is another six hours away, and you are going to need a meal." / he starts up the bike, and quips about how he didn't know he was signing up for having someone fishing around in his thoughts, constantly second guessing him. / She apologizes. It's been a long time she's she's had an unhindred bond. She'll get some rest. He feels his sensations gently change. Colors a bit less vivid, sensations a bit subdued. Like coming off a drug back into normalcy.
A very long drive - Hours later, he feels her waking, his sensations enhancing. She announces her presence, 'how are we doing?'
we're still a few hours out, but no signs of police. This motorcycle might still have a tracker.
She comments on his state of fatigue, asking if he'd like her to drive for a while.
'What? How the hell would you drive?'
'You really don't know much about my species do you? If you're sleeping, dreaming, or even just heavily relaxed, I can guide your body.' He felt a peculiar sensation in his hand, as his fingers flexed, before he forcibly grabbed the hand-grip.
"Shit, is that you? Stop it. I'm fine. I assure you I can..."
"I know, I know. You can stay awake for days, and still handle yourself. I don't just believe you, I know it's true. That doesn't mean you have to. Before I was enslaved, I selected the partner I would bond with, and they cherished having me assist and augment their mind.
So that was you, back when I was fighting?
'You mean when you threw that guy into the wall? Kinda. I can't make you stronger, but I spiked your adrenaline and cortisol levels, so you didn't feel pain or even resistance.'
'Do you even know how do ride a motorcycle?' / 'Not exactly. I only guide your mind. In a way, anything you can do, I can do.'
"that doesn't exactly inspire confidence. I didn't free you from captivity and go on the run just to die falling asleep at the wheel."
"Ohh, I assure you, I've been guiding minds for a very long time, I'm I'm quite adept at it. Just relax your arms, let them go."
"I'm going 75 mph, I'm not going to 'just let go' and see what happens."
"Fine." He felt warmth and sensation in front of him. For a moment he couldn't feel his hands. Then he wasn't driving the bike, he was on the back, his arms wrapped around a woman's waist. He tried to understand where she came from, but as he thought back, it was like she'd just been there."
"What are you doing? What just happened?"
"I'm showing you I can ride a bike just fine. You can stay back there and watch me as long as you like. Though I don't see why you would.
"Kayla," he said aloud, even though this wasn't real. She wasn't actually there, "you have to stop messing with my mind."
"See, that's one of the things I love about you, Sam. Those men you took me from would have caged me to create their indulgent, and no doubt repulsive, fantasies. While you don't even want me to give you a little break on an eight hour ride. In time you will trust me, Sam. Until then, forgive me."
Suddenly he felt lighter, his weight lifting off the seat. He struggled to hold onto the imaginary woman in front of him, but it was no use, his arms fell through her as he floated upwards, looking down on her and the motorcycle as it sped along. "Holy shit. I'm flying." He could feel his chest starting to pound from the excitement of watching the world fall away, whizzing thirty feet beneath him at 75mph. "This is not real," he said to reassure himself.
"I'm sorry for that too. In time you will learn to feel the difference between reality and my projections. Until then, it's going to seem incredibly real. Perhaps I'll hold off on the flying for a while."
He noticed the day get brighter, and looked up to see surreal yellow orange sunset in the distance. Then he noticed something floating in the air, getting bigger and bigger as he approached it. He felt himself slowing, and realized it was a white and glass modern apartment, mysteriously floating at least forty feet off the ground, with nothing to support it. He gently landed on the glass balcony, feeling like he was in control, but not sure if he really was. Both the near and far side of the apartment were sliding glass doors, and looking through he could still see the beautiful sunset on the other side. Inside, almost everything was white, tinged by orange yellow, including a bed that a woman was lying on, facing him. He stepped inside, finally convincing himself he had control over his body in this place.
"Better?" she asked from the bed; she was wearing a black bikini. The way she was lying seemed flirtatious. Then he realized how warm it was, and felt awkward to be wearing his heavy clothes, only he wasn't wearing them anymore. He was wearing board shorts.
"You don't have to do this," he said, feeling a bit guilty. "You don't have to do anything." He was momentarily distracted by the sound of waves. Looking out towards the sunset, he could see the apartment was now on a beach, less than a dozen feet from the ocean.
"Ohh Sam. Don't get so melancholy. I'm a symbiote, remember? I'm not actually *doing* anything. I'm just a bundle of neural fibers cuddled up in your warm skull, leeching off your body's oxygen and nutrients. All of this," she waved her hands, "is only in your mind, and is as effortless for me as breathing is for you. Would you really rather be getting sore grueling away for another several hours on the motorcycle?" / Not exactly, though he didn't want to admit that to her. She chuckled, and he realized he already had. "Shit. Can't I have any privacy? Can't I have any secrets?"
"No, but I promise I'll be gentle. I'll try to never hurt you. Come, lie with me." Her hand patted the bed next to her.
Part of him wanted to resist, to shatter this illusion and regain control. Another part of him wanted to indulge. He knew he could trust her. Since the moment he'd met her, he felt like he understood her. He moved to the bed, and let one knee fall on it, a concession. Suddenly he realized Kayla wasn't just pretty, she was gorgeous. Dark hair and eyebrows framed piercing blue eyes, her lips were a bit too pink to be natural, and her body was flawlessly fit. He suddenly felt a palpable attraction to her. Had she looked like this a moment ago? If so, how didn't he notice?
?? (is this their first intimacy?)
"It's sometimes easier when you realize what you see isn't 'me'," she said, as she drew her hand up her side. "Think of this as a costume, or a body i've borrowed."
Sam felt a memory of the symbiot flash into his head, though it was so unusually vivid he wondered how it got there. Then he looked at the woman on the bed. Of course she wasn't Kayla, she wasn't even real. It didn't stop him from wanting to touch her. The woman held a hand out and he took it, letting her coax him onto the bed.
"I don't have to inhabit her," Kayla said in his head, "if that makes it easier." Hearing Kayla while the woman's lips remained motionless made it seem more like a dream. Then, like in a dream, he found his hand subconciously moving, reaching out. It found her thigh, and gently caressed up over her hip. When it reached her side, she leaned her arm out of the way, inviting him to continue. When his hand found her breast, he felt the beginning of real arousal. He found it smooth and firm, though a bit too small for a satisfying squeeze. Then suddenly it wasn't, and his fingers were pressing into a more generous bust.
"That's it. She isn't me, she's whatever you want her to be. What kinds of breasts do you dream of?" He didn't speak, but his thoughts betrayed him. In moments, her frame held large and buoyant breasts, like the unnatural ones he sought when looking for a satisfying porn clip. As his hand pushed into it's heft, it was so perfect, too perfect.
He briefly remembered none of this was real, that his body was currently hurtling down the highway. "We're fine," her voice reminded him. Then he got a brief flash of reality, headlamp lighting the road, trees whizzing by in the dark, cold and wind, like a momentary dream within a dream. Then he was back on the bed, squeezing her breast. He stopped.
"You're not a slave, Kayla. You don't have to do this," he protested, not sure where he should look when talking to her. The woman before him chuckled a little.
"Of course I'm not, Sam! I'm the one who forced you to sleep and took over your motorcycle. Which by the way, is really fun to ride. For the first time in a long time, I feel free. However, I should remind you the same thing. You don't have to do anything. I made her for you, but I can send her a way if you like. Or I can give you a dreamless sleep."
He considered insisting she let him back to his body, but without a word he sensed he'd lose that battle. Should he send the woman away? No. She was so tantalizing he couldn't bring herself to. He just didn't like her being a thing. He wanted Kayle to be her, even if it wasn't exactly her.
"Honestly, I like it better that way," Kayla said, speaking through the woman again. "I have to be a little more careful, but I like it better. Now, can we get back to what you were doing? We were both enjoying it." She grasped his hand, and gently guided it to her chest.
?? where is this going?
they have sex... he sleeps
he wakes up the next day, clean and showered, and realizes she's already visited his stash, and taken them to a rustic house in the woods.
"Kayla, is this reality? Did you bring us here, do all this?" As soon as he spoke to her, he felt her waking in his mind, vividness rising in the sights and sounds and smells around him, and he knew it was.
"Yes, though it's a bit more accurate to say that we did it. I just thought you could use the rest." At first her words had been only in his mind, but he briefly imagined she was there, getting up from bed. He turned to prove he wasn't crazy, only to see her there, wearing a tight white halter and panties. She squeezed and gently kissed him, her breasts feeling conspicuously warm and soft against his side. "What?"
"I can't tell what's real anymore." He affectionately brushed her hair over her ear. "How do I know this isn't all a dream? That you don't have me completely trapped, just so you can take over my life." It was a suspicious thought, but he said it with a healthy bit of jest.
"Honestly? You don't. However, I'm going to teach you." She took a step back, and started to slowly circle him. "Right now, I'm a vivid halicunation. It seems so real because it's coming from all of your senses. You can hear my footfall on the floorboards, you can even sense the smallest bit of air motion and body heat coming from my direction. These sensations are not real. Take my hand, and pull me in."
He reached out, and did as she requested. He felt her hand, the warmth of her touch, he even felt resistance as he gripped her, but as he pulled, he felt her hand slip away, like it wasn't really there. Without her bodyweight to pull in, he stumbled slightly. Then he reached out and waved right through her body. "Whoa."
"The illusion of a halicunation only goes so far, and the reality around us is more nuanced and vivid than I can create. Look out the window, open your eyes and ears, and you'll see unpredictable randomness everywhere." He did as she suggested. At first it just seemed like a bunch of leaves waving in the breeze, but then he heard the symphony of birds chirping, and wisps of sound as the wind buffeted the house. "There, now try to sense it all at once, and I'll put you in a dream."
He tried to notice an obvious change, but it never came. The leaves still rustled, the birds still chirped. However, when he tried to actually listen to the sounds, they slipped away. "There it is. They are there, but not there. Dreams exist only in your mind, and the only thing with any detail is what you're focusing your immediate attention on. The best I can do is give you something really captivating to pay attention to."
He heard some of the chirping get louder, looked to see why, and spotted a surreal blue bird that sparkled with a vibrantly metallic quality. It was obviously not real. "Wow, that's amazing." Suddenly he could feel her presence next to him. He turned to meet her embrace, and she seemed so vibrant, so captivating, that where they touched he almost felt like he was vibrating.
"Ohh, you have only seen the barest morsels of what I can do, but if I go too far before you're ready, you very well might lose your sanity." he felt dizzy and when he realized he wasn't actually falling, her presence became radiant. Wherever he looked filled his entire mind. Her face and smile were surreal. She slowly licked her lips, and and he felt like they were seductively pulling him in. Then his eyes were drawn to her chest. What started as just shape underneath her white halter started to fill with detail. The curve and tone of her skin became so prominent the white shirt seemed sheer.
??? where next
At an empty rural house, Afterwords, he asks what that was, and she explains bits of their long history (first simbiotic, then enslavement). / When they get somewhere safe, she appears in reality, which shocks him. They "touch", and she explains what is happening. Then she takes over his entire reality for lovemaking. / He finds himself clean and showered, not remembering it. She confesses to doing it while he slept, and hes shocked it can control his body. / He starts to investigate his source, to learn more, and is agast to find out how they are breeding and training disposable children. He attacks, destroying the operation, but also the mother.
Ideas
She can appear as someone who caught his eye
Or a memory, or hypersexualized