Concept
A young (27 y/o) physicist (Peter) loses his research grant, when he asserts that reality has variable dimensionality -- and is then recruited by an organization that not only believes him, but has built a machine that exploits the theories. He takes it to the next level, blowing the theories wide open, and completely distorting his world.
-> inception like web of twisting realities
Characters
dominant Katya
Plot Elements
Ch1. Kathy finds peter... introduces him to "The Room"
Ch2. Peter understands the science behind "The Room", and demonstrates it to Kathy... she locks the room to only the two of them
Ch3. Peter transcends
Peter builds a simple apparatus, and performs a first experiment... creating Zero Point Energy....
Secretly, Kathy has selfish thoughts of becoming youthful... tries to materialize them. fails.
When they leave the room, the world is fundamentally changed...
Ch4. Partners
Ch5. The Staff
Ch6. Peter and Himself
Ch7.
Progression Ideas
he makes a staff she can use to change herself
Kathy experiments with the staff (it feels alive, so she has a 'conversation' with it)
realizes the staff works outside of the room (what does that mean?!?)
realizes she doesn't have to hold the staff to use it
is able to turn the staff into a bracelet
Peter crashes to sleep, and into a surreal dream
and enters a dream of a 'normal sized' super-Kathy seducing him...but it seems "too real"...
he asks her if it's a dream... and she explains it seems pretty real to her..
he asks how she got there... and she explains morphing herself in the lab, and getting pretty steamy, and she was going down on him, and then suddenly everything went black, and she woke up in a bed alone in this gorgeous house.. and she wandered around checking it out, and found the room entrance, and then she found his wing, and find him sleeping here.
..and he realizes this is a quantum fork... that dreams and reality are the same thing...
"What other quantum fork? are you saying there is another reality? Am I in it?"
"Yes, but not like this. It's from before this extreme transformation of yours."
"And you're still considering it?" She smirked, turned, and walked to the window, showing off her gorgeous ass. "Peter, I know you don't want to rule people, but think of the world. Putin. Kim Jong Un. Trump. Are you really worse than these narcissistic megalomaniacs? It's like the modern dark ages. You can give the world leadership, hope, peace, and brilliance. And if you don't want to be known, we can do it from the shadows, guiding, coaxing."
????
"Yes, I could Kathy. But at what human cost? These greedy dictators are going to fight for what they have, and when they fight people die.
Peter forces himself to 'wake', and rushes to find young-Kathy for comfort...
He finds her just finishing dressing, her hair still wet.
he's a little frantic, and rambles about how he needs to rest, but he tried to sleep and got sucked into a dream, really a nightmare.
"okay, okay, slow down. i'm here. what do you need?"
he just needs to relax. can he just sit with her?
"of course you can."
howto introduce more characters???
(beauty and the beast-esq) maybe the familiar scientists become servants in their house?
Peter tries to deny/escape The Room... imagines returning to his old life
maybe Kathy leads them on an indulgant 'tour' through power over people's lives...
indulgent: sports athlete, famous pianist, famous singer, heal/save someone
dark: punishing a dictator, boxer/mma, kinky vip sex club, commit a crime, corrupt a weak soul
What are the coherent reality 'threads'?
1. super kathy -> servant of the God-king, experiences pleasure or arousal anytime he does
firey exaggerated red-head
first this leads to pleasuring him...
second, making devices to grant power over mortals... including physical strength, protection, political influence
third, convinces him to expand the power of her staff to change others (to create a personal guard), though the guard she makes turns out to also be sexual play toys for him - (which causes immense pleasure for her)
fourth, true public dominance.... punishing defiance, crushing rebellion
2. young Kat-> partner of the God-king, wants to slowly learn and explore together
makes herself blond...
she learns about and explores his sexual fantasies.... and transforms herself whenever she wants to arouse him. (maybe making a name for her alter-ego)
he falls in love with her giant-self, and becomes most comfortable with her (of the 3 realities)
while 'normal' they work on science, trying to understand The Room, meta-physics, and how to better the world
eventually, she gets frustrated living two lives.. he experiences her as two different people, but she feels the same way about him all the time
he takes it the wrong way, and apologizes for his fantasies, his desires
but she didn't mean that. if he's in love with big-kat, she wants to be big-kat all the time.
but they could never go anywhere in the world, do anything.
'not exactly', she has an idea.... what if we make all women of the world like me? Men have run things long enough, with their wars, and their profits. we could let the women of the world run things for a while.
no he says, making one sex so much more physically dominant would be a disaster. a woman could literally kill a man with her bare hands.
but she argues that this is already how it is for men, so why is it fair for them. Why is it fair for them to beat, and rape, and kill women.. for them to be servants, starve them of education?
(even now she's frustrated with his harshness) she doesn't want to be Kathy-his-colleague anymore. She transforms herself, and challenges him to tell her why it would be so terrible for all women to be like her.
He feels his love and fondness return, and tries to be softer with her. Explaining that this works because he loves and trusts her.
You love and trust me, because I'm kind, and loving, and nurturing.. like most women are. We could accentuate that, suppress violent tendencies. And if this, what I've become, is too far, then maybe there is a middle ground. Or maybe you can change yourself. I just want to be loved by you, and be normal, at the same time.
...
3. manipulative Katya -> enslaver of the God-king, plants ideas in his mind that create beliefs that seduce, trap, and enslave him.. ultimately trying to convince him she's the powerful one to usurp his power (and she's good at it)
brunette / Russian accent
she tricks him into desire her, and derive pleasure from obeying her
she 'shows up uninvited' into moments in other realities... she is the only one to directly know about the other two realities
she tries to interfere and sew chaos...
maybe by whispering in Peter's mind (devil in his ear)
encouraging Peter to be selfish
planting ideas for his fantasy for big-kat
maybe to convince young-kat into making herself more sexy
maybe 'whispering' to super-kathy, pretending to be Peter's desire
distorting her reality to seem like one of the other ones to mess with him, and or learn things, and/or betray confidences
fabricating "too good to be true" realities within which to trap him
his 'return to normalcy' dream, where she is introduced
a 'normal' future with super-Kat, where all women are super
'island giantess katya' reality... where he gets to play on her and be her toy
she fakes all 3 kathys, and pretends to 'merge' the realities into whichever he wishes
alternate history of high-school, where girls get to 'change' to a guy's fantasy about once a year, starting when they're 18, traditionally at prom
guys are girl-crazy, and girls are on top.... he chickens out before asking a nerdy girl, but then she turns around and asks him... and he's very excited.
he picks her up, and on the way, she asks if he wants to 'do it now?" .. he's uncomfortable, and suggests maybe they should wait until after. she thinks that's weird, but okay.. whatever he wants
at the prom, something is very weird. the guys all look normal, but the girls are all outrageously sexy women (pic pic pic pic)..
he casually tries to ask what is up with all these girls, and his date just acknowledges they all got really lucky. he asks again, 'are you sure you don't want to go do it now? it'll be alot more fun for both of us. we can just go find a bathroom or hallway somewhere."
"what?" he spits out his drink. "you want to have sex in a bathroom or hallway?"
"no!" she laughs heartedly. "is that what you thought I was talking about? No, I'm talking about my change. When you agreed to come with me to prom, I just assumed you were going to change me. I mean, I know we didn't talk about what you're into, but it's not like us geek girls have alot of options. Come on" and she dragged him out of the ballroom.
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in a hidden hallway of the school, starts hiking up her dress in a very impolite way, and reaching into her panties, almost like she's retrieving something.
"wait, what? I guess I just don't know much about how this works. Can you explain it."
"Sleeping during that part of sex ed? This is my ovasyn," she opened her hand, revealing a small bizarre wet looking mass of tendrils. "Just turn around, and I'll place it on your neck, and it'll burrow in and tap into your spine. And then the magic happens."
"The magic?" He said, still looking at the weird thing with disgust.
"Seriously? Are you trying to embarrass me? Then we you know, kiss, or fondle, or whatever, and the more aroused you get, the sexier I get... basically. You can't not know how this works. Are you living under a rock or something?"
"No, no. Of course I know, generally. I guess I Just don't know the specifics. Is there any danger? for me?"
"Only of making me so sexy I stalk you the next year. Most of the girls want macho jocks, but the research suggests the geeky guys have the most ova energy and the sexiest fantasies. Ready?"
He really wasn't but what was he supposed to do? He turned around, and she came up behind him. He felt a slimy wetness on his neck, then a sharp pinch. "Ouch!" But a moment later, the sensation went away, and it was replaced by something else, a moment of mental fuzziness. He rubbed the back of his neck, but he couldn't feel anything.
"It's okay, Peter." His vision was distorted as she held his hands. "Just give it a minute. Breathe." After several seconds, the dizzy haze faded, and he felt more normal. "Better? Okay. Come here." She wasted no time pulling him in, and landing her lips on him. Sucking, lapping, biting at his lip in a way that was so sexy it seemed more fit for a porn movie than a geeky high school senior.
As their lips met, his tongue sloppily pushed into her mouth, but hers immediately and forcefully pushed back. She grabbed and held his head, loudly shoving him against lockers as she aggressively wrestled control of him and the kiss. He felt like he was being sexually devoured, and loved every minute of it. Her tongue exploring him, her body pressing into him. At one point, he felt her hip press into his crotch, and became embarrassed she might notice he was already getting hard.
When she finally let go, he was so flustered he gasped for air. She was ruffling through her purse and pulling out a small compact, looking at herself in the mirror. For a moment he thought it was strange, and then he saw her face start to change. The awkward shape of her chin, the proportion of her nose, both faded, as her face became less plain, and more pretty. And that wasn't the only change. Moments ago, her figure had been unremarkable, but suddenly shape appeared under the tight fabric of her dress. Hips, waist, even a bit of bosom. "Ohh, fuck yeah. You're a rockstar, Peter. That's a big fucking change for one kiss." She declared trumphantly. She slinked back to him, again pressing him against the lockers, "want to go another round right now?"
"Another round?" He said, more mimicing her than asking a question. It was a bizarre feeling, seeing the same girl suddenly prettier, and coming onto him so strong. She had a sinister smile, as she leaned her body into his, and slipped her arms up under his shirt. And kissed him again, the action of her tongue more measured this time, more playful. Again he felt her hip bump his crotch, but this time it was no accident, as she obviously and intentionally ground into his erection. When their kiss parted, she held a sinisher smirk, as she dramatically rubbed her body down and then up against him, like she was grind dancing to some unheard music. "Wha.. are you... doing?"
"Don't pretend you don't like it. I could feel you even before that lighting rod in your pants. God, you're such a fucking evo stud. Look at me." She stepped away, and she wasn't kidding. Her face was gorgeous, and her body looked amazing. She'd gone from geeky sidekick to teen glamor model in minutes! (pic pic pic) "Most girls have to get at least to third base to look this good. " She offered her arm out, "shall we?"
Several steps down the hallway, he was puzzled about what to expect next, "is that it then?"
"Is that it? No way. We're going to go dance, and I'm going to grind all over you, and if it keeps going this well, you're in for a very lucky night, and a lucky year, mister."
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A couple hours later, they were back in his car, really his parents car, heading for her house. He glanced to the passenger seat, where he could hardly believe the sight of his date. She did not look like she was in high school. Maybe a twenty something sexy bartender, with big rack. And she had gotten taller too, maybe an inch taller than him in her heels. And she had been all over him, and was currently eyeing him hungrily. "Eyes on the road, mister. My parents left me the house, but we have to get there alive first. Though maybe it wouldn't hurt to give you a tiny preview."
Peter had just been told to keep his eyes front, so it seemed like a bait to look back. But even from his periphery, he could see her stretching her top, showing off two big round bare breasts. He had to look over, and when he did, he startled himself, gently yanking the wheel and forcing himself back on the road, "Holy shit."
"That's right my little evo stud. If these aren't the prettiest tits in the school, they are going to be once I let you play with them. Here, keep your eyes on the road," she reached for one of his hands, guiding it to soft round shape.
Peter didn't feel like this was very safe, but he somehow managed to squeeze and drive at the same time. After a minute he let go, and made the final few turns leading up to her house. The car had barely stopped when his date threw open the door and ran up her lawn. By the time Peter reached it, she was already inside, her heels in the middle of the floor, and her dress littered on the stairs, like a breadcrumb for him to follow.
He didn't know the house, so it took a few moments to find her bedroom, which was dark, with candles burning. She was lying on her bed, wearing a stretchy mesh halter and string bikini bottom. (pic pic) Just seeing her made his heart skip a beat. "You're beautiful," he offered. Even as he stepped in, he felt nervous. This had gone from first date, to going all the way much faster than he expected. "We can slow this down if you want. I like you. It doesn't all have to happen tonight."
"You're right. Good idea. Come on over here," she sat up and patted the bed, "and we can just relax, and take things real, real slow. We don't have to do anything, if you don't want to." That made him feel a little better. He sat next to her on the bed, feeling quite a bit over dressed. "I'm just going to loosen this up a bit," she warned, as she started unbuttoning his shirt. "How about you take it off, so it doesn't get wrinkled." He still had a t-shirt on, so that didn't seem like going too far.
"I'm sure it's weird, seeing a girl change and throw herself at you. Just think of it like a mutual exchange. I get what I want," she leaned in, placing her lips next to his ear, and whispering playfully, "and you get to whip your cock out and let me play with it." Peter exhaled, his heart skipping a beat as she straddled his lap. "I promise to do it real slow," she said, her arms holding him as she pulsed her body against him. "Mmm, that's right. Don't fight it." She leaned her head back, feeling the evo start to flow again.
"
How does he shift realities?
falling asleep.
Katya arriving
Random ideas
maybe the different versions of Kathy drop little hints that they are subconsciously aware of each other (using the same phrases, or something)
maybe they both gain the ability to re-wind and re-experience any choice (like prince of persia)
-> this could be a completely different story....
maybe the 'dark' indulgent reality triggers when he dreams/day-dreams.... until it becomes so real the two realities start crossing-over and moving towards each other
maybe the different realities diverge and converge.. so he can't really escape any of them, because they keep turning into each other
maybe its groundhog day. after their "marriage"... kathy keeps becoming powerful, and he keeps try to revert/escape the reality
... except at some point kathy becomes aware of it too... and then she just starts messing with him
maybe he is in a constant battle with his desire threatening to trap him in endless passion with kathy
maybe he realizes there was nothing really special about "The Room" at all... that everything is inside his mind, so he effectively never left
maybe the more he progresses, the more Kathy (and others) and him become one... and they all start to speak universal truth
maybe in one reality, Kathy finds her power, and starts to create her perfect world... but she quickly goes down the "Goddess-Queen" route, corrupted by power
.... how does she find her power?
maybe like he gave her the staff.. he gives her a symbol of belief, that convinces herself he gave her power...
maybe he gives power to "young Kathy" thinking she's the better one, and the better reality, but it just merges into the other one?
maybe she seduces him into giving her power, because he's afraid to wield it, and she's not.
?? how does she pacify the world ??
maybe this was Kathy's reality all along (because she entered the Room first)....
...which means his power only works through her, because she believed in him
...but she keeps finding more and more evidence of her power...
...until she realizes she is the Goddess-Queen... and she starts to remake the world, including a little selfish abuse of power...
...and when Peter tries to stop her, he finds out he can't... because it was her all along...
maybe when kathy finds her power...
...first she respects him for his restraint, but tries to enlighten him to her plan to reshape the world (and have a little fun)
...at first she's amused at his attempts to discourage her displays of power
...but when he tries to shame her, she becomes patronizing.. reminding him of how he's weilded power for his own pleasure and amusement too...i don't judge you, for we are beyond judgement, but don't get righteous on me.
he denies it... the changes he made were for the good of mankind
ohh please, "inventing clean energy"? worthless technology progress. When I asked you to create peace, and end human suffering, you refused.
..and let's not forget the fun you had with me... i especially liked the part where you made me your puppet with pure sexual pleasure...or have we forgotten that already?
"wait. i what?" his face grimaced in denial. She waved a finger, and images rushed to him, during her first transformation... but not his memories, hers. how his desire and pleasure urged her to keep going...remaking herself, seducing him. their kiss, and how she felt an unstoppable urge to take him in her mouth, and the pure waves of pleasure that he rewarded her with.
"ohh yes, lover." She walked around him seductively, "that's exactly what you did. And we both liked it. Though maybe being on the receiving edge will make you less judgmental." She made her touch into pure pleasure, and gently brushed her fingers across his cheek.
"Ahhhh," Peter moaned as he felt a heroin like rush run through him. His head turned, his lips quickly trying to catch her fingers just as they pulled away. The loss of pleasure was so abrupt it felt like sorrow, and he could help but want more. The moment he started to reach for her, he felt stinging disapproval make him retreat.
"And the puppet master becomes the puppet." She gently touched a strap above one breast, and the fabric flapped free and fell. She hardened her nipple, and mentally urged him, pleasure as long as he looked at it, moved towards it, disapproval otherwise. It only took moments for his lips to start moving towards her. "That's right.
maybe his power only works inside the room... but Kathy realizes her power works anywhere?
ENDINGS?!?
groundhog day / eternal love - (Isis, Osiris) every time one of them dies, they are both reset to just after their "marriage promise"...
"Peter, you wrote the thesis. Belief is reality. But you missed one important part. There isn't just one consciousness. There are two. Mother and Father. Isis and Osyris. God and the virgin mother. Ying and Yang. Locked in an eternal struggle for dominance.
Peter uses all his power to return to the moment he meets Kathy, and politely refuses
no ending, just a never ending episodic torment -- "you can't ever get free of me"
Chapter 1. Kathy finds Peter
A young (27 y/o) physicist (Peter) loses his research grant, when he asserts that reality has variable dimensionality -- and is then recruited by an organization that not only believes him, but has built a machine that exploits the theories. He takes it to the next level, blowing the theories wide open, and completely distorting his world.
Outside, he's approached by a car, and a confident woman in her late 40s who knows way too much about him, and makes him an offer he can't refuse - a chance to see his theories demonstrated to him.
She and her team do a very simple demonstration of "The Room", a field isolated space within which they can create a small standing wormhole. He's blown away, but at the same time immediately drawing conclusions, which they quickly confirm. He wants to know how it works, but she retorts, "I was hoping you could tell me."
Chapter 2. Peter understands the room.
After some time, he realizes what they've done. They've created a room with stable quantum decoherence. He rattles off some physics which nobody understands. Then he tries to make a simple analogy. Everett's Many-Worlds interpretation was wrong but right. Every moment is not branching into many-worlds, only moments of causal quantum decoherence. What they've created is a room that has standing quantum decoherence, it's a branching point for many worlds. Still they don't understand what it means.
He tries to back up further... you asked me how the wormhole device works. You're asking the wrong question. You should be asking why it only works in The Room. Have you tried it outside? (Yes. it didn't work) Right, exactly. The wormhole device isn't what changed, it's the universe in the room that changed. It works inside the room because that's an entirely different universe, an entirely different physics.
(what? how would the room have an entirely different physics?) Well, I'm not sure of that yet, but something changed the physics in there. My leading theory is that it's because someone wanted it to. (because someone wanted it to? I don't understand.) The room is in stable quantum superposition. What drives quantum coherence? Think of the dual-slit experiment. Conscious observation changes the nature of quantum outcomes, which means inside The Room, conscious belief changes everything. (You're saying we can change reality?) Not exactly, I'm saying that inside The Room, belief and reality are the same thing. (Simon, creator of the wormhole device, argues back, "This is ridiculous. The wormhole device works whether you are inside the room or not. The Room elongates the time-period of quantum decoherence, which is why it stays open longer. We just need to make a portable version of the room's field generator, and then it'll work out of the room." Another researcher jumps in arguing, "portable! You can't make the field portable! Do you know how much power it takes to run the field? And the mechanics behind it? It'll never be portable.")
Amidst the argument, the woman moves closer to the young scientist for a private conversation. ("Let's say this theory of yours is correct. How do we test it?") Before I answer that. You were there, weren't you? When they made the wormhole device work the first time. ("Yes. Why?") Because the many-worlds interpretation makes this all quite tricky. Can we visit The Room now? Just the two of us? I have something I want to test. (she nods and they quietly exit while the scientists argue)
In The Room, the wormhole device is humming, and Peter positions a test object so it sticks through the portal. "This works because Simon believed the physics inside the room are different than outside the room. If I'm right, the moment that happened, the physics in the room changed. I believe in something very different. I believe the entire universe is held together by belief. In a sense, it's manifest destiny, but where we all have to experience the same destiny. Not in a sloppy theological kind of way, but by tying all of human consciousness to a rigid structure of connected rule evaluations. I believe this room somehow loosens that rigidity." He picks up the emitter, and walks towards the entry door. "Do you believe me? Do you believe it's possible?" (I don't know what I believe, but possible? at this point, anything is possible.) That's all we need.
Back in the conference room, the scientists are still arguing, as Peter puts the still functioning wormhole emitter on the table, with the object still half sticking out of it. The room goes silent, and Peter waits a moment, then pulls the object through the wormhole emitter. "Voila. It works outside the room." The scientists all clamor around the emitter, while Simon is stunned silent, staring at it vacantly. While they probe the test object back through it, and discuss their pseudo-scientific explanations, she gently tugs Peter out of the conference room.
"Peter. What just happened? I watched them try exactly that experiment a dozen times, and fail every time. How is that emitter still functioning?" You didn't watch *them* try it. Not really. This is quantum decoherence. This is many worlds. This place, that conference room, this universe, is not the same one we left moments ago. When you came with me into The Room, open to observation, I showed you what the room really is. It's a nexus of belief. A place where we can change things. Or perhaps it might be more accurate to say, where we can navigate quantum superposition states. We are standing in an entire universe that admits the physics of that wormhole device.
"Okay... Okay.. Let me think... Is this dangerous?" (Probably not in the way you are worried about. I don't think anybody can affect *this* universe with The Room, because whenever a change is made, it creates a new universe with a new ruleset. The universe we were in moments ago probably still exists, with the scientists still arguing about why they can't make a stable wormhole.) "Are you sure about that?" (Honestly? No. But that is the many-worlds interpretation. I suppose it's possible we could be living in the surviving quantum collapse and the other universe could be gone.) "Like I said, dangerous." She moved to a nearby panel, and started quickly navigating complex menus. "I'm going to lockdown The Room. For now, only you and I are allowed in, and only together. I don't want to be left behind in a collapsing universe, and I don't want to risk going in there and leaving into a universe where you are not... you. There, done. I may take some heat for that, but it seems necessary. Now, it's time to think of another experiment. A safe experiment."
Ch3. Peter transcends...
Kathy turned to Peter, "How about we convert all cars in the world electric?" They were both standing just outside The Room, and had been brainstorming ideas for more than ten minutes. Her ideas were too grand, his too simple.
"Seriously? We're going to do our second experiment, and you want to change the entire world? How about we just do something simple. Maybe alchemy, turn lead into gold. Wait, I have an idea, how about we create zero point energy power generation."
"Yeah. Zero Point Energy. Extracting energy from the rest energy...."
"Don't patronize me." She held up her hand. "I was writing physics papers when you were learning to ride a bicycle. Zero Point Energy. Okay. Do we need to build something first?" He shook his head.
Inside the room, she walked to the lab table and turned. "Okay, how do we start."
"It's already done."
"What do you mean it's already done?"
"I mean, we can now harness Zero Point Energy. It'll take a strongly ionic solution, and a field coil... but that's it. It should generate 14 kilowatt hours per liter. We could make it stronger, but it might be too dangerous."
...
they unexpectedly see evidence that everything is already run on Zero Point Energy. Cars are electric. Global Warming is gone.
They are overwhelmed with excitement. Especially Kathy. She gets physical, hugging Peter and gushing praise and adoration for him and his genius. (he remains humble and understated)
Kathy monologues her excitement, "Don't you see? Space wasn't the next frontier, it's right here. Infinite possibility at our fingertips. This is transcendence, and I want to be your partner. I want to explore it with you."
(Transcendence? We can't have been the first. What if? What if mythology isn't mythology? What if those stories are true? What if this has happened before?) "Before? You mean in ancient times? In egypt? In the Bible? The physics of The Room is far too sophisticated for them to have..." (You're not understanding, Kathy. The place we came from, our history, it is a physics of belief. Back then they didn't need a Room. The Room is only necessary because our belief in science and technology created barriers to see the truth, to see ourselves. Don't you see? Modern kings are a ritual, but ancient kings were God-kings. They may very well have experienced the same thing we experienced just now. The ability to change anything they liked.)
"Ohh my... If those who lead you say 'look, the Kingdom is in the sky,' then the birds will get there first. If they say 'it's in the ocean,' then the fish will get there first. But the Kingdom of God is within you and outside of you. Once you come to know yourselves, you will become known. And you will know that it is you who are the children of the living father..The kingdom of God is in your midst. Peter, come with me."
Ch 4. Partners....
Back in The Room, Peter is visibly uncomfortable. "We shouldn't be in here again. Not yet. I need time to think."
"You will have it, Peter. You will have all the time in the world, but first we need to do something." She took his hand in hers. "I want to be your partner, exploring all this new existence has to offer. Will you promise me we will do it together, with openness and honesty, forever, no matter what it brings?"
"Kathy? Are we getting married? I don't understand."
"What meaning does a marriage have, when even the law of physics can be altered with a thought? You said it yourself, but I don't know if you see it." She dropped onto one knee. "You are the new God-King. Whatever it is you found, I see it, but I don't have it. Maybe someday I will, or maybe I never will. For now, what I'm asking, and offering, is for a promise of partnership. I built The Room, I found you, I brought you to it, and now I'm merely asking you to promise not to leave me behind."
"Kathy...." He pulled her back to standing. "I'm no God-King. If I have something other's don't, it's merely the ability to see the truth. That there is no truth but ourselves. I want the same thing I've always wanted... to understand, and to be gentle with that which I don't understand. Though if it makes you feel better, I promise not to leave you behind. You brought me here, and I'm happy to explore it together."
Kathy started to cry, and hugged him briskly. "Thank you, Peter. Thank you." The tears and her love for him started to flow and flow. How was it possible he would be so unselfish. How was it possible that she found him? How was it possible they were standing together, right at that moment? It seemed too perfect. For a moment she wondered if it was all according to some plan. But whose plan? In her plan, she'd now become youthful and beautiful, and Peter would see her, and want not only to be her partner, but her lover. She waited, hoping for something to feel different, to be different. When she finally let go of him, she knew nothing had changed. Her face was swollen from the tears. "I don't understand how you are who you are, but thank you, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm so overwrought. And I'm sorry I lack the power, or truth, or belief, or whatever it takes to operate The Room. A God-King deserves a youthful and beautiful Queen, but instead I'm stuck in this wrinkled aging body. I give you permission to change me however you choose."
"Kathy? Will you stop calling me a God-King? I don't need to change you, and there is no reason to be so dramatic about this. We are investigating a new kind of science. The world we left is still there. I don't know if we can get back there, but I feel confident we have not changed it. And this new, cleaner world, is not bent to our whim or under our thumb, it's merely a world conceived of by belief, by ideas. For how can anyone bend something to their whim which was never theirs at all. It's merely an idea we are visiting, for however long we choose to stay."
"How incredibly Zen and detached," she stepped aside, pacing to muster some energy. "I don't know whether you are truly pure, or so incredibly naive you can't see the consequences of your own discovery. You conceived of a new physics, and when we left here to share it, we walked into an entire world already built on it. You may not want to be King, but you are the author of our story, and if that doesn't liken you to a God, I don't know what does.
"As for me, I'm confused. I don't know if I'm impressed by brilliance, swooned by humility, or smitten by power, but having just watched my entire world change at your whim, I'm finding myself falling hopelessly deeply in love with you. Yet I feel so physically and mentally inadequate, I fear I may end up with absolutely nothing. I don't need to be pretty, I don't need to be anything, I just want to be yours. Give me something to hang that hope onto.
Peter opened his mouth to speak, but then paused. Was she right? Did he not understand what was happening? He'd spent so many years mentally lost in meta-physics. Realizing The Room existed and what it could do hadn't even surprised him. Instead it was like the final piece of a puzzle coming together in his mind, showing him true freedom. Yet Kathy didn't have that puzzle, didn't understand it's nature. He could see it in her eyes, and was starting to hear it in her words. She didn't see the freedom. She was chained by her own self-inflicted shackles. And she was scared. Scared of having no control. For to her, he was no longer a man, but a force of nature. That's what she needed, not youth or beauty, or even his love, but some element of control. A way to feel like she had a part to play. He briefly though of the old Gods of mythology, and wondered how they comforted and connected with shackled minds. Then he had an idea.
"I see. Until I've lifted you up, even standing right next to you, I have left you behind, and so in that way I have already broken my promise. And perhaps it is an impossible promise not to break. So instead I'll offer a new one. I promise to do everything I can think of to show you the truth within you which you can't yet see. Though for now, I have an idea." He held out his hand, not sure if it would work. And yet, moments later, there was a gentle glow as a lightweight black and silver staff materialized out of thin air. When he saw it, even he was impressed, for he'd merely imagined it to be ornate, but the decorations on it look like they'd been designed and carved by masters. "I have made this staff for you, it channels the Room's power. With it, you can restore your health, and alter your physical form, however you wish." It was a strange feeling for Peter, being somehow simultaneously unsure, yet completely certain it would work. For all he had to do was convince her it was real, and her own belief would do the rest. He held out the staff, and watched her eyes light up.
Kathy felt vibrating energy fill her entire body. Even though this miracle was comparatively small, witnessing matter appear before her eyes electrified her with the sense of having actually witnessed Peter's Godhood first hand. She gently reached out, taking the staff, finding it much lighter than she expected for it's size. While it was solid, it felt alive in her hand, like it had a will and desire of it's own, flowing through her. After witnessing the miracle of it's creation, she had no reason to doubt it would work, though she didn't understand *how* it would work. She held out her hand, and imagined a version of it not covered with the roughness and wrinkes of age, and like magic, they faded into smoothness. "Ahh! Peter! That's remarkable." She held out the staff, impressed at what it had done. Then she looked around the room, "I need a mirror. Is there something reflective in here?"
Peter felt conflicted about the cheapness of these tricks, but they were a means to an end. He gestured his hand towards a full length mirror which had neither appeared, nor always been there -- in a deep contradiction of fixed reality. Kathy didn't consider its source, but instead positioned in front of it, her face crinkling with displeasure at her aged appearance. She gripped the staff tightly, and noticed it glowing slightly as she imagined herself younger and prettier. Slowly, gently, her her skin became smoother, her hair more luxurious. Though even as she changed, she looked nearly the same. "What's wrong? It's not working."
"Ohh, it's working. You look like yourself because you want to look like yourself. Let go. Give yourself permission to look however you want to look. I promise not to judge you. At this point we are beyond judgement."
She wrinkled her smile, and looked back to the mirror. Then she closed her eyes. She imagined herself younger, much younger. How she looked in her twenties. But slimmer, like she always wanted to be. She didn't feel anything physical, but she did feel something, an energy, radiating from the staff, and within her. She gripped it tighter and felt it intensify. And when it faded, she opened her eyes to find herself staring at what could have been her younger self. She immediately smiled, and felt tingles as her motions were reflected in the almost forgotten face and arms. She glanced at Peter in surprise, "that's amazing!" He had just made her a magic staff. No matter how much he denied it, he was as much of a God as ever had lived. He deserved more than a meek young scientist.
TODO:
-> make this seem more obvious like Peter interfered.... even accidentally
Even though Peter had first discouraged, then patronized her shallow endeavor, seeing her become younger and more attractive right in front of his eyes drew out an interest and attraction he didn't expect. And that was when he thought she was finished. But she wasn't finished. He saw renewed determination in her eyes, as she stared back in the mirror. He watched her face change again - sharper cheekbones, lighter eyes, darker narrow lashes. Then her body - firming and slimming, until she looked less youthful, and more alluring. Even then she wasn't done. Her next changed visibly plumped her lips and chest, making her immediately more sexy. She briefly tugged at her neckline, and her clothing immediately altered to reveal a distracting amount of cleavage. Seeing her morph from an average middle-age collegue, into a nubile object of desire, in just a few minutes, made Peter slightly uncomfortable. He could feel his palms get clamy, and his pulse gently rise just from being in her proximity.
Kathy shifted her face, and arms, and hips in what now felt like a game, proving she was still in control of the body she was reshaping. That at some level it was still "her". She was now gorgeous enough to rival glamor models and actresses. She caught Peter's eyes scanning down her body, confirming some elements of her achievement. She considered stopping there, taking a pause, but there was something unsatisfying, about her form.
A moment later, she realized what it was. She looked mousy, almost frail. She wanted Peter to desire her, but she wanted normal men to respect her like a Goddess. She added some muscle definition and firmness, and while most men would drool at the effect, it wasn't enough. She wasn't aiming to be a fitness pinup, she wanted to be Peter's God-Queen. Then the obvious dawned on her. The only way to appear God-likes was to appear inhuman. She increased her height, two inches at first, then more. When she saw Peter's jaw begin to drop, she knew she was on the right track, and kept going.
As her form elongated, her top started to look like a bland wall of fabric. She dragged her finger across her tummy, causing a strip of fabric to fall away, revealing a panel of her bare tummy. At the cut point, a new hem magically stitched itself together. (pic pic pic pic pic pic) She liked revealing her newly chiseled abs, but as she reached and passed Peter's height, she started to look too much like a lanky supermodel, not a goddess. So she changed her thinking, and instead made herself proportionally bigger in every way. The effect was much more to her liking, and with her larger frame, she was able to carry bit more muscle, and curve, and bust.... riding a fine line between radiant sexuality, and formidable power.
Peter's mind was in overload. His jaw hung open as he watched her height eclipse his, and her form become decidedly super-human. He hadn't thought much about what she would actually do with the power he showed her, but she'd blown right through his feeble predictions many times over. As her chin rose above his eye-line, he worried about how far she was going to take this. "Kathy..?" He held up his hand, feeling it quivering nervously. "Kathy, I think..." Her shoulders passed his eyeline, and a chill ran through his spine. "...I think you should stop."
For a moment, Kathy kept growing, watching his hand quiver, seductively biting her bottom lip, and reveling in finally getting the kind of awe filled reaction she was looking for. She briefly felt drunk with power, forgetting herself, thinking she was the God here. But then she remembered the staff in her hand, remembered that he had created it, and knew in her heart he could take it all away as quickly as he'd given it. If she was to stay in his graces she would be wise to remember her place. She immediately froze her transformation. "Of course Peter. If I've taken this too far, I apologize. I merely want to be worthy of your interest, your desire." Kathy had never been the most seductive of women, but seeing her form in the mirror, and the look on Peter's face, made her bold. She gently stepped towards him. "Have I succeeded? Am I arousing any interest?"
Peter's eyes were wide, his body frozen, hyper aware of the way her breasts jostled as they came to rest a foot in front of his lips. He forced his gaze upwards, and felt awkward looking up from below at her shoulders, neck, chin, and finally her lips. His desire to touch her was electrifying, but he didn't dare. When he noticed motion below, he glanced down, watching her guide his hand to her hip. She was more attractive than any woman he'd ever seen or imagined. Being this close to her, and then touching her, held him completely sexually mesmerized. As she stepped closer, he felt himself emotionally melting into her. He let his lips gently fall into and suckle at her breast, as her other hand reached for her, pulling their bodies together.
"That's right Peter, I'm yours. I want to be your partner, your lover, your muse, your confidant. Whatever you need me to be. Whatever you want me to be. You've done so much for me, it's time for me to do something for you." She let go of her staff, not sure why she knew it wouldn't fall, but it didn't. It just stayed there, unnaturally balanced in place. Her hand slipped up against his crotch, feeling his hardness. Gently caressing it.
A small part of her didn't understand any of this. They were inside The Room, surrounded by hundreds of scientists. Minutes ago they'd been colleagues, and suddenly it felt completely natural to have her hand on his cock, and his mouth on her breast. And that's beside the magic staff, and her seven foot tall form. Somehow none of the rules applied to either of them anymore. He might not like the name, but Peter was her God-King, and she was going to make sure he knew it.
Peter, on the other hand, was no longer thinking. His hand wandered up her body, pushing an oversize breast against his face. Below, he could feel her fingers slipping into his waistband, and he shuddered when they brushed his erection. He'd never felt so enrapt or aroused by someone in his life. The whole moment was so perfect, he began to wonder if it was even real. He pulled his head up out of her bosom, finding her eyes. They shared a moment, staring at each other, before she leaned down and their mouths and tongues intertwined. He found her tongue soft and warm, and blissful, as they both lost themselves in the kiss. He wanted to lose himself in her, and a moment later, his legs became so weak they actually collapsed.
Kathy was so connected with him, so in-tune with his needs and his state, that she felt his strength fading, and as soon as his legs let go, she was ready, catching under his arms, and lifting him off the ground even more easily than she expected. "I've got you, lover. You okay?" As she sat him down on the table, Peter felt a wave of something wash over him, and struggled to keep her in focus. "I want to keep this particular *experiment* going, but I've noticed a small problem. The furnishings in this room were not exactly designed for comfort. Do you think you could do that thing you do, and whip up something more appropriate? Maybe a sultan's chambers?"
Peter shook his head. "Kathy...something is strange. We should get out.... Leave The Room." Even as he said it, he felt her hand reaching into his pants, her fingers gently grasping and rubbing his cock. The feeling was divine, like she knew exactly how to touch him. As he looked at her face, his vision distorted, like it was zooming in on her lips as she seductively licked them. And his cock throbbed wantingly.
"You don't want me to stop. I know you, Peter. I can almost hear you in my head. You want me to tempt and tease you. Right now you desperately want to feel yourself in my mouth, don't you, Peter? My lips and tongue caressing your cock? We can stay her forever, you know, fucking and fucking. You can make anything you want here. Make me into anything you want here. Make me do anything you want here. I know you don't want to see it, but you are a God-king, and while I long to be your Queen, I'm really your servant. Lie down and let me pamper you."
Peter felt her hand coax him back, and he felt like he felt in slow motion, gliding onto his back without fanfare or collision. Meanwhile, she did as she threatened, her lips finding his cock, taking it, caressing it with waves of impossible pleasure. Something about this whole thing was so impossibly right, yet so impossibly wrong. He felt like he was getting everything he dreamed, but was powerless to stop it. Then he realized her offer for them to stay here forever wasn't a reward, but a prison. He raged in his mind, shouting, "No!" as loud as he could, without his lips making any sound. He felt trapped, her lips forcing waves of pleasure through him that threatened to create a prision for them both.
He had to find a way out. He had to remember. What was it she kept saying? He was the God-King? No. He was a man. A man with a belief. A belief in himself, and the power to choose. And The Room was turning it against him, by trapping him with his own desire. But desire was just sensation, like any other. The only meaning it held was the meaning ascribed to it. There was no reason to feel trapped, for there was no trap. There was only himself. Peter had to let go, let go of the idea that by leaving this perfect moment he might lose it. For it wasn't his to begin with. Nothing was. "Kathy?" He called out, without speaking. "Kathy, I'm sorry, this is my fault. I believe I can fix it. Forgive me if I can't."
Kathy heard him, but didn't understand. All she knew was that licking the cock of the God-King was the more pleasurable thing she'd ever experienced. It was like his flesh was wired right into her cunt, and right into her soul. With every lick she took sending waves of pleasure through herself. It felt obvious to her why mortals bent to the will of Gods, for bending to their will was the definition of pleasure and happiness itself.
Peter took deep breaths, distancing himself from the pleasure, finding himself. Then he retraced the past, trying to remember how they got there. When had it tipped, when had he lost himself to selfishness. It seemed obvious now. He'd made her the staff. She'd returned to her younger self, and he was so intrigued he wanted more. "Let go." He had told her. It was not his place to issue commands. It was his place to show the truth. He realized his wrong action, and imagined himself back in the moment, making a different choice, making the correct choice.
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Suddenly everything was different. He was standing there next to Kathy's younger image, the staff still in her hand. "What's wrong? It's not working." Even as she said the words, something felt off, like it made no sense how she got there.
"Ohh, it's working. In time you will see. But for now, I think that's enough. Come. It's time for us to take a break from The Room." He reached out his hand, and led her towards the door. Before he reached it, he thought of the world outside. The scientists, arguing about their physics. The organizations funding the project. They all presented challenges, scrutiny. He reimagined the world and his place in it. Constructing a past that made him the wealthy financeer of The Room. Placing it on a private compound, and keeping the rest of the scientists off-site.
As they passed the second vacuum threshold, they entered a grand atrium, with huge picture windows looking at tropical rainforests. Nothing like the modest sterile offices of The Room they had entered. "Uhm. Peter. Where are we? What happened to the lab we came from?"
"I'm sorry, I should have told you. I made a few more changes. If we're going to explore this as partners, the rest of the lab was going to be an inconvenience and a distraction. This is a private compound. You have a wing of your own in that direction," he gestured towards a double doorway. "My wing is opposite yours, and The Room is in the middle. Go ahead and explore. There are a few staff members if you need anything. Right now I need to rest, and think. There is so much I don't understand yet."
"Peter? Are you sure you're okay. You sound, drained." He had already reached the threshold of his wing. "Peter, there's something else. I have this really weird memory, almost like a dream. Do you...?" She had so many questions, but he hadn't heard or wasn't listening, and the french door glided shut behind him. "So much for the debrief," she quipped to herself. Then she strutted towards her wing, exploring an impressive but unfamiliar house.
Ch 5?. The Staff
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Having explored her entire wing, she had found her way to her bathroom, where warm water was running to fill the ridiculously large tub. While she waited, she picked up the strange staff Peter had made for her, and tried to puzzle together the jumbled pieces of memories. She was still getting used to seeing the younger version of herself in the mirror, now stripped down to her underwear, but she remembered pretty clearly how she'd used the staff to get that way. However, there was something more. Something after. It was like a drunken dream, of which she could only remember flashes. A different woman, impossibly beautiful. Flashes of skin, and waves of pleasure. It was only a fading echo, but an echo of sensation unlike anything she'd ever felt. And that haunting woman. Radiant, powerful, terrifying. Who was that? She felt the staff vibrate in her hand, as if it wanted to answer.
That in itself startled her. She expected the staff to be inert outside The Room. But thinking back, Peter hadn't actually said that specifically. There was no harm in trying. She held it firmly, looked at herself, and knew exactly what she wanted. While it was amazing enough to look like her younger self, she'd always been flat chested. She'd be much more pleased with even a reasonable amount of womanly shape. So she imagined it, and to her surprise, she felt something from the staff. It was faint at first, so she gripped it harder, and imagined herself different. But the picture in the mirror remained unchanged. Then she thought back to the fleeting dream, the haunting woman, and that feeling of pleasure. She knew it was somehow connected, and as she felt the pleasure, felt her arousal, felt her desire, she not only felt something from the staff, it began to gently glow, and moments later she could see small but obvious signs of her chest swelling. And even more remarkable, her bra swelled right along with it.
To see the staff work outside The Room startled her, and she almost stopped. But her first thought was that it wasn't enough, men would like more, Peter would like more. She was slightly ashamed of her vanity, but not so ashamed she called it off. So she tried to find more of it, gently letting her hand slide down to her sex, reminding her of that echo of pleasure from her dream. The staff glowed brighter, and her breasts swelled again. She stopped this time, worried of going too far. She set the staff down, and admired herself by turning her profile to the mirror. It wasn't a dramatic change, but she was certainly no longer flat. She removed her bra, and cupped herself, finding a pleasant handful that she was very pleased with.
Her bath was almost full, so she quickly stripped her panties, shut off the faucet, and slipped herself into the deliciously soothing water. Returning to her younger self had been weird, like a memory come back to life, but having actual boobs was downright trippy. She felt them with every movement. Their weight, their shifting. The way they floated and jostled in the water. She found herself touching them, poking with them. Not in a sexual way, more in a playful attempt to get acquainted. She wondered if Peter would immediately notice. They seemed pretty noticeable to her.
Then she wondered how she'd explain it. Would he be surprised the staff worked outside The Room? Would he take it away from her? Maybe she'd just keep that part to herself. After all, much of the reason she wanted to change herself was to draw his affection. She closed her eyes, and briefly imagined him there, kissing her, and she felt a jarring vision and wave of pleasure strobe through her so hard she thrashed in the water. "Holy crap, what was that?!"
There was nobody to answer, and a moment later her startle faded. As the settling water waves jostled her new breasts her yearning returned, and her fingers found their way down to her sex. She gently rubbed herself, until the soothing sensations became something more, something driving her. She was reluctant to close her eyes this time. Her other hand slipped through the water, onto her skin, and cupped her new shape. She liked the feeling, the mass, the softness, bouyant in the water.
Many things had changed about her world in such a short time. Peter somehow had understood and mastered The Room, and he'd effortlessly created a completely different Earth, a completely different universe, based on clean Zero Point Energy. Then he'd created an entirely new history which led to The Room, placing it in a lavish compound on a tropical island. And yet, squeezing a larger breast in her hand, her own breast, was somehow more tangibly real and believable. She let her eyes fall on the staff, leaning against the bathroom counter-top. How did it work? It is said that any sufficiently advantaged technology is indistinguishable from magic. To have been a scientist all her life, and to have an object with power beyond her comprehension, was indescribable. A smile curled into her lips, and she felt drawn to wield it again, to test its limits.
And yet this object was a small trifle of the power Peter had. She had witnessed his ability to change absolutely anything. And he'd shared it with her. To be part of that was absolutely intoxicating. She closed her eyes, and thought of Peter. Not his physical self, but a representation of him. Larger than life, glistening in amber. It was a silly refashioning of ancient mythology, for the power he held had no vane physical form. And yet she was as seduced by her imagination as she was by reality. She remembered the still fingers against her sex, and resumed rubbing herself. It had happened so fast, the feeling of wanting only Peter. Though it shouldn't surprise her. Standing feet from a God, knowing him, having him know you, how could any other man hold her interest?
It felt like her destiny, to be at his side, to seduce him, be taken by him. Or was it merely her dream. She imagined her mortal form floating up to the glistening amber God, more than double her size, both of them naked, his erect cock intimidatingly huge, fatter than her thigh. It would split her in two, a thought that she equally feared and welcomed. "Don't fear, my love," he said. His hand slowly reached out, and as he touched her tummy, she felt herself began to change. Her muscles strengthened, her body firmed. She held out an arm and saw it growing, as her skin obtained the same amber glow. He was changing her, making her into a Goddess, and it didn't feel like a fantasy, or even a dream, it was something more. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his amber cock, and found the larger she became, the more manageable it felt in her hand. She longed to have him inside her.
As if an orchestrated ballet, she fell towards him in slow motion, guiding him into her sex. As he entered her, she was touched by pure pleasure. She recognized it from the fleeting moments of her dream. As his hardness parting her skin, there was no motion, no thrusting. Instead there was an impossibly powerful sensation of pleasure and connection flowing through her body. Like they were both starting to vibrate at the same frequency. Her human impulses grabbed his hips, pulling with all her might to impale herself with sensation. Yet her efforts were futile. His member slowly crept into her, like a nuclear warhead of pleasure, moving in slow motion. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
And when the ballet came to it's climax, when he fully penetrated her, the explosion in her mind was so bright, she tried to close her eyes. Except they were already closed. She felt a wave begin to ripple through her, from her groin, up through her body. She struggled to hold it, and it forced everything to move in slow motion. She felt her muscles tensing, trying to hold the sensation just a little longer. She opened her eyes, and reached her hands out to grab the edges of the tub. She was surprised to notice her staff across the room, glowing. What did it have to do with any of this? Then, as quickly as the sensations had come, they faded, along with the glowing.
"Holy crap," she exclaimed, settling back into the tub, and huffing to catch her breath. The water continued sloshing around her for several seconds. She stared at the staff with awe. "Seems like you can do more than just change my appearance," she offered up, as if it could hear her.
Ch 7? Peter and himself
Peter crashes to sleep, and into a surreal dream
and enters a dream of a 'normal sized' super-Kathy seducing him...but it seems "too real"...
he asks her if it's a dream... and she explains it seems pretty real to her..
he asks how she got there... and she explains morphing herself in the lab, and getting pretty steamy, and she was going down on him, and then suddenly everything went black, and she woke up in a bed alone in this gorgeous house.. and she wandered around checking it out, and found the room entrance, and then she found his wing, and find him sleeping here.
..and he realizes this is a quantum fork... that dreams and reality are the same thing...
"What other quantum fork? are you saying there is another reality? Am I in it?"
"Yes, but not like this. It's from before this extreme transformation of yours."
"And you're still considering it?" She smirked, turned, and walked to the window, showing off her gorgeous ass. "Peter, I know you don't want to rule people, but think of the world. Putin. Kim Jong Un. Trump. Are you really worse than these narcissistic megalomaniacs? It's like the modern dark ages. You can give the world leadership, hope, peace, and brilliance. And if you don't want to be known, we can do it from the shadows, guiding, coaxing."
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"Yes, I could Kathy. But at what human cost? These greedy dictators are going to fight for what they have, and when they fight people die.
... they argue about it... with Kathy pushing him to stop being so passive with the power he's been given
Peter forces himself to 'wake', and rushes to find young-Kathy for comfort...
He finds her just finishing dressing, her hair still wet.
he's a little frantic, and rambles about how he needs to rest, but he tried to sleep and got sucked into a dream, really a nightmare.
"okay, okay, slow down. i'm here. what do you need?"
he just needs to relax. can he just sit with her?
"of course you can."
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maybe Kathy gives him a pleasant vision of the world they can create and it calms him down
she asks him what he'd like to make better.. and he lists off some humanitarian causes
"see," she says, "this is going to be so nice. we're going to be such good partners, making a better world."
"promise me one thing," he says, "promise we'll always be honest with each other"
"Okay. honest is good. I promise, we'll always be honest with each other. Did you have anything in particular you wanted to be honest about right now?"
"No. I just want to know we can trust each other."
"Okay. Ohh, I guess I already have something to tell you about. The staff. It uh, works outside The Room."
"What do you mean it works outside the room?"
"I mean it works outside The Room. I was experimenting with it in my bathroom, and it uh, works outside The Room."
Peter sat up, startled. "That's not possible, or shouldn't be possible. I thought The Room was creating the quantum instability. Will you go get it and show me, please?"
"Well, that's maybe another thing I should tell you about. I don't actually have to hold the staff to use it. I mean, I don't know if it has a range or anything, but I don't see why it would." She shook her head, and her hair shimmered from red, to platinum blond, and back to red again. "Nope, no range. It seems just the existence of the staff is enough."
"That's...that's...." Peter stood up and started pacing. "That's remarkable. I don't understand how it would..... unless."
"Unless what?" Kathy looked at him with her innocent puppy dog inquisitive eyes, and he already regretted their honesty promise.
"Well. It may be that by creating the staff, I bound the instability energy to it. It's not that it doesn't need The Room, but it's always connected to The Room, no matter where it is." Which was all true, though it left out the part about the real power came from Kathy believing the staff was powerful. Though in a world where belief was reality, wasn't belief also truth?
"Fascinating!" Kathy exclaimed. "I wonder if you can make a staff for yourself, so you can channel your power outside The Room. That would be amazing!"
"That might also be dangerous. I need to understand what is happening a little more first. I've already caused enough trouble."
"What do you mean?" She said self consciously. "Zero Point Energy was a wonderful gift. Do you mean the staff? Do you mean me?"
"No, no. Not you. You're wonderful. I mean..." he had really stepped in it now, but he'd been the one asking for honesty. "This is not the only quantum reality I've experienced, created, whatever."
"Wait, what?! What does that even mean? Are you experiencing multiple realities!?"
"Not at the same time," he cringed, knowing that answer would only complicate things further. "How do I explain this. The first time through, I encouraged your transformation a little too much, and things got a little out of hand. And somehow I was able to rewind, returning to a previous point, and make a different decision."
"Peter, that sounds like time travel, and we both know time travel is not possible."
"Its not time travel. Remember the quantum instability. We are not changing anything, these realities are always forking and converging, all we are doing is navigating those forks. I think I just switched which fork I was on, by reconsidering a previous decision. As far as I know the other fork still exists. In fact, I'm pretty sure it does."
"Okay. You're saying there's another me out there? Sorry, that was a dumb question. If reality is always forking, there would be lots of other mes, and lots of other yous. Okay. Simpler question, you said things got out of hand. What does that mean?"
"Can we maybe limit our honesty promise to this reality?" She scowled her face, and he realized that wasn't going to work. "Okay, how do I explain this without ruining another reality. You took your transformation a little further, and I felt attracted to you, and then you started coming on to me, and then you took your transformation alot further, and let's just say that when the dust settled, I didn't know where my will ended and yours began. I think it's possible I made you do it all, so I freaked out, and wanted another chance, and then poof, I got one. And I'm much happier to be here, with you, like this. And please don't ask me any more questions about it."
"Okay. Well thats.... seriously? no questions?" Kathy watched him shake his head, then decided to just sit with it all, puzzling. "Okay. I have a question about something else. Your juice, power, whatever, does it only work in The Room?"
"So far as I know." He actually didn't understand what happened when he fell asleep earlier. Maybe he could still hop to another fork? Or maybe it was just a really vivid dream. He held out his hand, and tried to will a gold bracelet into existence. Several seconds later, there was nothing. "Nope, doesn't seem to work out here."
"Okay, great. So anything I do or say out here, you're pretty confident is coming from me, and not from you, right?" Peter thought about it, then slowly nodded. "Alright. I'm attracted to you. You're brilliant. You solved the puzzle of reality, and in what felt like hours, you've created an entirely new world. No, I'm downright in love with you. There, I said it. And you didn't force me, or make me love you. That's just, well. That's life." He looked like he wanted to speak, but she held out her hand to stop him, "and you don't have to say anything, or reciprocate. In fact, I'd prefer you didn't, say anything. Just let me finish, okay?
"I changed myself, because once I fell in love with you, I thought the only chance I had of making you feel the same way about me, was being younger and prettier. And I know that's shallow, and stupid, but underneath all the intellect, at our core we are all shallow stupid animals. And so I still want to be pretty, both to appeal to my shallow stupid animal, and to yours. So whether you had a hand in what happened in that other reality or not, I guess I'm saying we both want the same thing. So why don't we let our shallow animals get what they want, so we can get what we want? Understand?"
"Uhm," Peter was genuinely confused, "I'm not sure I do."
"Smart men can be so dense sometimes. Okay, how about this. You already said you can't change reality outside The Room, but I want you to be sure. Try whatever you did before, that you think might have manipulated me. Prove to yourself that you can't."
"Kathy, this is silly." She scowled meanly at him. "Okay, fine." He concentrated, taking a good look at her, and then he imagined her getting sexier, bustier, like her other transformation. He imagined her moving towards him. Ten seconds later, all he felt was silliness that nothing happened. "Yup. Nothing happened."
"Great. Peter, I already want to make more changes. I've been holding back for you. You said when I took the transformation further, you felt attracted to me, and I want that. I'm already in love with you, so I want the simple animal inside you to want me. It's really just hardwired biology. So what I'm going to do right now is for me as much as for you."
"Ohh, Kathy. Please, could you not..." but his pleas were too late. She was already changing. Her face becoming less plain and more striking, her breasts firming, her arms and neck looking more fit. She lifted her shirt, and they both watched her tummy get trim and show some definition.
"Wow," she marveled while running her hand over the smooth tight shape of her tummy, "see that's not for you, that's for me. Of course it'll be a nice bonus if you like it too." She could already see his eyes looking at her differently. She stood up, and twirled around, showing herself off. She looked like a young petite model in a sloppy tank top. "Well, how did I do? Is this close to how I looked?"
"Kathy, please. Don't ask me that. You were pretty, now you're gorgeous."
"Mmmm," she hummed as she scowled at him. "There's no reason to be difficult, Peter. Give me something to change, and I'll change it for you. I can always change it back."
Peter shook his head. "Please, just come sit with me."
"Aww. Think of this as me trying to flirt with you in a whole new way. Let's have a little fun. I want to see what it feels like to be my guy's fanstasy girl. And not just any guy, you, Peter." He was still silent, passive, but Kathy was determined, and wasn't going to give up.
She took a few steps towards the mirror and looked herself over. She thought of what a typical guy might want. Her sloppy outfit left alot to be desired, so she imagined a tight black crop top. She also knew most guys swooned for breasts, so she made them just a little bigger. She looked over at Peter, and he was certainly giving her his attention. Maybe this was enough. She headed back to him, trying to look sultry, but realizing she didn't have much experience actually acting sexy, so she gave up trying. She just sat as close to him as she dared. "Kiss me," she playfully demanded.
Peter was happy it hadn't gone too far, and figured if they kissed, maybe it would be enough for her. So he leaned in, and let their lips fall together. This kiss, however, was super awkward. She looked a bit more sexy, but neither of them made magic. And they both knew it.
For a moment Kathy was frustrated and embarassed, thinking she'd messed it all up. She was about to apologize, when she had one last idea. A hail mary of sorts. 'Staff', she called out in her mind, 'I know we're just getting to know each other. But it would be really amazing if we could skip some steps and you could help me look *and* act like Peter's dream girl. Right now."
She wasn't sure if the staff could hear or understand her, but it had seemed to before. A moment later, she felt something happening. It was subtle at first, but sure enough, she felt her body changing. And it was more than that, she felt something different inside her too, and she immediately knew it had worked. "Ohh Peter, you're in for it now, team Kathy just learned a new trick."
She looked down at herself, more than a little curious about what Peter's dream girl would look like. It didn't take long to notice her tits getting bigger, alot bigger, and unnaturally bouyant. She could have guessed that. But the next thing she noticed she didn't expect, she could see and feel muscle definition appear through her arms and body and legs. And her clothing shrank, until her top barely covered her nipples. She found the look a little over-sexualized, but mostly she felt strong and empowered. (pic pic pic)
She looked over at Peter to check how he was taking all this in, and then she realized something else was happening. She was getting taller. And not just a little bit. In just moments, she tracked his face as her height approached his, then surpassed it. It was fun watching his eyes get so wide they looked like they were going to bug out of their sockets. And still she grew taller.
And then she noticed something else that was strange. Everything, including Peter, seemed to be getting smaller. She wasn't just getting taller, she was getting bigger too! The whole thing was so trippy and cool and unexpected, that a giant shit-eating grin spread across her face. Then she watched the top of his head fall below her chin, and still it wasn't stopping.
"Holy fucking, shit," Peter exclaimed. Kathy's transformation blew right past the other one. First her chin passed his eyeline, then her shoulder, then the top of her tits, and all the while she was getting proportionally larger in every dimension. He felt his jaw and hands trembling, and when she finally stopped growing, he was starting directly across one of her nipples -- and the two of them were sitting down! She was absolutely massive. She might have been twice his size in every dimension. He was speechless.
"My my, you do like an empowered woman," she teased. She reached to playfully run her fingers through his hair, and found herself palming his whole head her hand. "Aww, I can feel you trembling. Don't be nervous, Peter. You wanted me like this, didn't you?" She playfully forced his head up and down, encouraging him to nod. She wasn't sure why she did it, she just somehow knew he would like it. "I need you to do something for me, okay? I want to kiss you, and I want you to climb up here and make it a little easier for me, okay?"
Peter nodded, mesmerized, and start to get up. He threw one leg over hers, and got up onto his knees straddling her massive thigh. He settled one hand on her opposite leg, and another on her side, and scanned his eyes up past breasts each larger than his head. But he was even more startled that her huge lips, even on his knees, were still above his eyeline. "Kathy, this is, this is...."
"I know, baby," she said, reaching a hand around and cupping one of his cute little butt cheeks. Then she tilted her head, brought her lips close to his, opened her mouth a little, and then just waited to see what happened.
She immediately felt him start to suck her bottom lip. She let him continue a few moments, then she offered the tip of her tongue, which he immediately started licking and kissing. Then she went a little further, pushing into his mouth, feeling his front teeth. She pressed further, forcing his mouth open, her tongue squeezed by it's small size. He tightened his lips and sucked on it whole.
Inside his mouth, the tips of their tongues danced, but not like anything she'd every experienced. She made slow movements, her tongue easily overpowering him with every movement, while his just flitted and danced against hers. It made her feel sexy, and powerful, and want to just jam her tongue fully into his mouth, but she worried he would gag and thought better of it. Instead she pulled out, letting him continue to suck the tip for a few moments, then slowly backing away.
Peter desperately didn't want the kiss to end, and leaned and stretched as far as he could to keep it going. His movements, however, were futile. "I guess you liked that," she taunted, rhetorically.
???? where is this going ???
maybe they are standing when the transformation happens
(bigger apparent delta with less growth)
...still taller than previous 7' transformation... more like 8'
maybe she grasps his hand first
maybe she doesn't know how to "act" correctly...
and she ends up a little cooky clumsy about it
maybe she decides to stay like this
maybe she gives him oral
maybe she makes him give her oral
maybe the staff wires up her body to pleasure him (but she doesn't know it)
and there is a bit of comedy as she is taken aback, and then turned on, and then finally owns her control over him
maybe she has a more shocked reaction -
'holy shit, everything is so small. you don't even come up to my tits!"
'that explains why you didn't tell me'
'i have to admit, this is a huge turn-on'
'a girl could get use to this'
maybe she is analytically curious
using her intellect to deduce how he wants to experience her
maybe the staff shows her flashes of what he really wants (or makes her want it)
(this could happen during the transformation itself)
flashes of her body changes (breasts, muscles, height)
"ohh, this is really getting interesting"
to be bigger than him, flaunt her size advantage
touch herself seductively (and enjoy it)
talk to him in a sarcastic, condescending manner
i suppose now you want me to make the first move
if don't get to wear pants, neither do you
encourage him to fondle her tits
back him into a corner and smash her tits into him
"go ahead, touch them, they feel even better than they look"
demonstrate strength
lift him up - "you're much lighter than i expected!"
carry him and toss him on the bed
accidentally tear his clothes
pin him down and expertly edge him, even when he resists and begs
Her outfit left alot to be desired, so she turned it into a sexy black lace demi bra and panties (pic pic pic). A moment later, she realized she was wearing sexy lingerie for a guy she'd never even kissed, but something about being able to change herself at will made her feel completely immodest.
Ch 8?
Ch ??. Back to Normal? / Katya
TODO:
make her shorter (w/ heels on) initially 5'5", so she grows 18" to 7'4", and her arm grows an obvious 7" longer?
give her a russian accent (for fun)
maybe redo it so when she's face down, he approaches her while standing
Peter imagines returning to his "normal" life, before he met Kathy.
at first everything seems normal... geeky college roomate, normal conversation.. he's weirdly emotional
....then things start to just 'go too right' for him...
his professor adviser asks to chat... confesses he's circulated his thesis, and it got some grant interest, so he'll be supporting it after all.
his two geeky friends want to celebrate, and drag him out to a bar...
at the bar, they do their ritualistic 'hide and watch pretty girls from afar'...
Peter notices a brunette girl he's very attracted to, and when she looks his way he quickly looks away. (after: pic)
however, when he looks back, she casually makes eye contact, staring longer this time
it's surreal, as he tries to figure out if she's actually looking at him, both of them locked onto eachother
this goes on while his buddies point out other girls in the bar, until they notice Peter and the hot girl staring him down.. "dude, she's totally locked onto you!"
Peter denies it, swiveling away from her on his chair. They insist she's still looking over. "holy crap, here she comes." peter denies it, "she is not", "she totally is", until he finally turns to see her and a pretty friend showing up at their table
She's staring right at Peter, decidedly tall and even more attractive up close, and holding out her hand, "Hi." Peter accepted her handshake. She didn't let go, as she shouted over the noise, "most guys look away when I stare back at them. There are only two exceptions. Dumb jocks, and brilliant geeks, and I'm tired of dumb jocks. I'm Kat."
"Peter. Peter Wellerton." He felt silly for offing his last name, like this was a job interview. Her grip on his hand firmed as she invaded his space, forcing his legs to spread around her. "Uhm," he offered up, confused. Her presence projected confidence, sexuality, and danger, all of which made him a bit uncomfortable. Then suddenly it dawned on him. He knew exactly who she was. "Kat? Katya Sidorov?" She smirked, and he knew it was her. She was a twenty year old prodigy, working on her second Ph.D, rumored to be the daughter of a wealthy Russian diplomat.
"I read your draft thesis," she offered, leaning in very close so she didn't have to shout. "It's impressive. I had my father fund it." Peter's eyes went wide. This wasn't an accident. She knew who he was the whole time. "The third time I read it, it made me so hot I wanted to meet you. Though it might have been the mega 140 milligram dose of Methylene-Dioxy-Meth-Amphetamine."
"Methylene-Dioxy...? MDMA? You're on Ecstasy?" It wasn't really a question. He should have known she was on something. The way she was intensely staring, casually bumping her body into his, her hands flirtatiously holding him, coming on to him. And he couldn't help but like it.
"You obviously think I'm pretty. Why don't you touch me?" She coaxed his hand onto her tummy, grinning oddly as she forced him to smear her shirt around, conspicuously bumping his knuckles into the underside of her breast. "Mmm. That's so nice. I'm so high you could probably make me come with my clothes on. Let's go to my place and try." Peter felt immediately self-conscious. Had she just propositioned him? He looked at his friends. One of them was talking to the other girl, the other was watching Katya, looking dejected.
Katya grabbed his chin and forced his eyes back on her, "don't worry about your friends. They can party with my girls if they want. But I want you." She leaned in and kissed him, hard. He was unprepared, but her lips and tongue took the lead, drawing him in, teasing him. She was a great kisser. When she let go, she held something up between her fingers. "Open up." He didn't. Ecstasy something he'd ever planned to do. "You don't have to take it, but you're coming to my place, so we can get naked, rub our bodies together, and talk meta-physics, and this'll put us on the same plane. Don't worry, it's a small dose and very clean, I cooked it myself."
Peter's mind was swimming, stuck back at the thought of her being naked. He didn't know how to say no to this girl, so he opened his mouth, and let the pill land on his tongue. "Wash it down," she said, handing him his beer. "It'll take a bit to kick in. Let's go dance." She pulled him away from the table and towards the dance floor.
As she dragged him through the tightly packed bump and grind, he realized he had no idea how to dance like this. He and his friends just came here to spot girls. Deep inside the crowd Katya pulled him in close, their bodies colliding, their cheeks close. She seemed taller than he expected, almost as tall as he was, as he timidly placed his hands on her hips. Despite the fast moving dance music, they started out just slowly swaying. "Seems you know who I am. Have you been stalking me? Or just hearing rumors?"
"Stalking?" he said defensively, before realizing she was kidding. "Ohh, I think everyone has heard of you. I read your physics dissertation, Quantum Mechanical Vibration states of Organic Isotopes. Now you're working on Chemistry. From a wealthy family. I've never seen your picture, so I had no idea..."
"...that I was pretty?" She said, finishing his sentence. "There are few photos of me, and I spend most of my time hidden away in private -- both for security reasons. I'm basically a hermit. Though I do love to dance." She started to move more, her body and breasts dragging against him, and she forced her hand up through his hair. "I can tell you're nervous. Don't be. When the E kicks in, you'll feel it." Before he could think about what that meant, she turned around, placing his hands on her hips as she started gyrating to the beat.
The first time her ass bumped his crotch he felt awkward and backed away. She grabbed his hands, wrapping them around her body, leaving him nowhere to go. As her grinding continued, it took no time for him to get hard, and for it to be obvious that was completely her intention. Once he got over resisting, it felt amazing, and he started letting himself move with her. When she leaned forwards, tossing her hair about, he rubbed his hands across her back. When she stood up, he rubbed his hands up her sides. The longer it went on, the more amazing it felt, and the more he moved.
Then things started to feel really weird. As he looked around, everyone seemed to be smiling at him. And the lights. They were so beautiful. And Katya's body felt so amazing. He ran his hands up, and instead of being self-concious about bumping her breasts, he ran his hands up onto them, and they felt fucking amazing. Though the feeling was short lived, as she casually spun around facing him, their bodies hugging together, slowly swaying.
"Hi there," she coyly offered, "welcome to the party. I can see you're coming up. You should see your smile. It's ear to ear." Peter hadn't even thought about it, but he could feel the muscles of his face, and his smile, and his happiness. He was so happy. And Katya's teeth were so white, and her smile was so radiant. She was beautiful.
"You're beautiful," he blurted out without thinking. She just smiled back. "I liked your thesis. Very detailed." He had no idea why he said that. Then he realized his hands had wandered down to her butt, surprised at how firm it was. "Your ass feels amazing, but I like your tits better." She giggled at the compliment, and his increasing inebriation.
"Slow down there cowboy. Maybe I gave you a little too much for your first dose. Let's get out of here." Peter head swam with lights and sensations as she dragged him through the crowd, and led him by the hand into the back seat of a discrete black SUV.
As the car drove, he was transfixed staring out the window, in awe of the lit up streaks of beauty wizzing past outside the window. "Can you see this? It's so amazing!" He declared, completely serious. They were just normal streetlights and stoplights, and window decorations.
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Inside the front door of her house, Peter's eyes again went wide. It was a literal mansion. From the outside, it looked big enough to have twenty rooms, from the inside, even bigger. A lavish curved staircase led to the second floor, and he followed her up it. "This is your house!?!?" He exclaimed.
"My father's house. He can't build anything that's not ridiculously opulent and overdone," She turned, making sure he was close behind her on the staircase. "Though I admit, having to be sheltered is easier with alot of rooms. I've invited a few girlfriends to live here, and we have plenty of space for parties." She stopped at the top of the stairs, cornering Peter against the wall as he crested them, "play your cards right, and you might get invited to one of them."
"To your par....?" He didn't get the word out before she kissed him forcibly against the wall. Her tongue her lips, her body felt so good. When they stopped, they just stared at each other. He noticed her hair, and ran his fingers through it, playing with and twirling it. So fascinated with it's various shades that he briefly forgot it was attached to a person. She didn't mind. She just watched him do it.
"Tell me about your thesis," she said as she led him by the hand down the hallway. "What do you think causes the dimensional fluctuation?"
"Seriously?" He scoffed. "Nobody else wants to believe it even exists, and you want to know what causes it? I have no idea. Well, I have some idea, but you wouldn't believe me if I told you." She turned the corner through a door. As he followed her, he expected it might be her bedroom, but as she flicked on the lights, it revealed a lounge room, complete with couches, daybeds, purple mood lighting, and a small bar. (pic) "Whoa," he looked around, the drugs swirling in his system making it seem even grander than it was.
"You don't have a purple lounge in your house?" She teased, crawling onto one of the large daybeds. She patted the cushion, and Peter followed, lying next to her, his hands quickly finding their way onto her body. She enjoyed the sensations and arched, her re-up from the car just starting to kick in. Her shirt sloughed away from her waist, and Peter couldn't help reaching for her bare skin. As his fingers ran up her tummy, she reached across, and fan her fingertips up under his shirt. "Mmmm, now we're getting somewhere," she jested.
Peter felt like he was in a steamy movie scene. The music just right, the gorgeous female lead posed to show off her body. His hands crept up her shirt, until he found the silky bra fabric covering her breasts. They were small, firm, and nice. "I really like your tits," he admitted, not realizing the thought was out loud.
"Heh, you do," she chuckled. "Well, they like you too. How about, I take my shirt off and you can play with them naked, and you tell me what you think causes the dimensional fluctuation." She sat up, peeling off her top and bra, and lying back down half naked.
Peter's jaw hung open, seeing the prettiest pair of tits he'd ever seen in person. Not that he'd seen very many. He reached out, but she shook her finger at him. "Ohh. Ohh? You're serious? Well. Anytime there is a quantum superposition, which in my model is a quantum partition, there has to be an extra dimension to hold the causality connection."
"Uhhh," she interjected, as he fingered her nardening bare nipple. "Where .... else would the quantum coupling coefficients ... go?" She added another little moan from sensations before continuing, "They...they have to be in another dimension, because the coupling speed violates the speed of light in three dimensions. But that's not what I asked, I asked what *causes* the fluctuation."
Peter found watching this beautiful half-naked girl rattle off coherent quantum physics observations absolutely surreal. "How are you so sexy, and so smart at the same time?" It didn't seem real. "It's a dream. A dream of belief. Belief causes the quantum partition, and the fluctuation." He hadn't expected to say all that.
"How very dualist of you. Whose dream are we having then? Yours, or mine? In my dream, you start kissing my breasts. What do you do in your dream?" Peter didn't need to hear that offer twice. He laid beside her, and let his lips fall onto her skin. He briefly suckled against he softness, before taking her nipple in his mouth and feeling it harden more. "And who'se dream brought us together? Maybe it was my tits. Maybe they are conscious too?"
"No," he interjected abruptly. "You don't get it. There is only one consciousness. We are all different eyes of the universe, looking at itself. Our belief and the universe, are two sides of the same thing. If we can touch the universe inside us, then belief and reality become one."
"Peter Wellerton, you are going to make me cream my pants. Nothing makes me hotter than the idea that any one of us can reach inside and change reality, though I'd particularly like it to be me. Because there is so much I'd like to do - starting with making myself obnoxiously sexy. Would you like that, Peter? If I made myself sexier for you? Or maybe you should do it. It's your thesis. Imagine me sexier."
Peter's mind chuckled, not because what she said sounded silly, because it didn't. And being hopped up on drugs made it easy to look at her and imagine her sexier. She was already very pretty, but she could be less lanky, with more shape. He placed a hand on her tit, squeezing and imagining them bigger... realizing she was already more than a handful. He wondered if he just hadn't realized how nice her tits were. But certainly she'd be sexier with some muscle definition. He ran his finger down her tummy, and as he did, she flexed and pronounced relief appeared from muscles beneath her skin. It surprised him, and taking her all in, she seemed much more striking and fit than he remembered. Like someone had just turned on the airbrush highlights.
"What's wrong, little lover? Don't you want to keep going?" Her very existence seemed to swim in his mind, her body becoming even more fit and strong, her skin turning golden brown, her face becoming more striking. Had that really happened? Maybe it was the drugs, he told himself. But something about her seemed familiar, too familiar. "Ohh it's not the drugs. You don't remember? Let me help."
Peter felt a rush of images coming back. Everything he'd forced himself to forget. Kathy. The Room. His experiments. Zero Point Energy. The staff. Her goddess persona. Which bore an eerie resemblance to the woman beneath him. "Katya? Kathy? But how?"
"i could tell you, but that wouldn't be any fun, would it? Besides, we're in the middle of testing your theories aren't we? You're imagination was much more free last time. My turn." He felt her breast pushing against his hand, slowly at first, then more obviously, as it forced his fingers to spread. He blinked, trying to reconcile what had happened, and he quickly realized it wasn't limited to her chest. Her entire body was swelling, like an inflatable toy being filed with air. It was surreal, watching and feeling her grow beneath him. As he watched, his mind started to race, making everything appear to happen in slow motion. Her expanding torso lifted his arm, and her head slid subtly away from him on the mattress. Her shoulders widened, and her biceps swelled, making her muscle definition look even more formidable. And perhaps most obviously, her hand, initially resting on his knee, crept up his leg as her arm grew longer, until it was gently grasping the middle of his thigh.
The whole thing felt unreal to Peter, like a really trippy dream. As the changes slowed, his hand looked small, resting atop her massive breast. He squeezed and pushed at it, not trying to be sexual, trying to pierce the hallucination. But every sensation only further confirmed what he saw. He ran his hand down her side, every bit of firm muscle and shape feeling incredibly real.
As reality set in, time snapped back to normal, and he hopped to his feet, startled. "Holy shit! This is happening? Those memories. They were real?" Part of him wanted to run, as if it would help him escape again. He started to take another step back, but a deep feeling of unease and loss stopped him from acting. He felt frozen, forced to fully take in the female form lying on the couch. She wasn't just impossibly sexy and dominant, she was inhumanly large. Like a slightly oversize statue built out of living flesh. A chill ran through his spine as she turned onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. (pic)
"It's funny that as brilliant as you are, there is still a simple animal inside you that thinks running would do anything." She extended an arm and gestured her fingers, calling him closer. Her physical motions were mostly for show, theatrics. The real strings controlling her puppet were the chemicals and mental sensations she was injecting into his mind. Sorrow when he backed away, arousal as he looked at her. And as he thought about stepping forward, just a bit of pleasure drove his thought into action.
Peter felt the surreal distortion of drugs fading. Adrenalin having spiked his heartrate and burned them off. Another feeling quickly rose within him, a powerful sense of attraction, arousal, longing. He deeply wanted Katya, wanted to please her. Or was it Kathy? As he knelt onto the bed, it felt good to move closer to her. She rolled, exposing her perfect bare ass. Had she been naked a moment ago? Did it matter? She spread her legs and pushed up onto her arms (pic pic pic pic), her back flexing and showing off muscle definition (pic). It was obvious she was intentionally posing, showing off, but it didn't mater. She was gorgeous, and for a moment he just admired her.
Abruptly, her head turned, tossing her hair, seductively staring at him over her shoulder. "Ohh Peter. There isn't a universe where you can resist me. Let's play a little game. I call it, teaching you to kiss my ass."
"What did you say?" Peter shook his head, feeling something rising in him. Was it frustration? Anger? Admiring her gorgeous form was one thing, but having her taunt him was entirely different. He forced himself to hold his ground, trying to remember how he got there. The Room, helping Kathy, even encouraging her, and then somehow snapping things back to normal. If he did it once, he could do it again. "Katya, or Kathy, or whoever you are. I'm done playing this game."
"Please call me Katya. It goes with this Russian accent I'm so fond of. And I'm glad you have some fight left in you. This would be boring otherwise. But we're far from done. Earlier, when you were quite inebriated, you said you liked my tits better than my ass. But how could you know from just one squeeze? I'm quite proud of my ass, isn't it pretty?"
Peter didn't want to play this game anymore, but as she shifted her hips left and right, he couldn't keep himself from looking. It was, after all, a gorgeous ass. And once he started looking, he felt enticed and aroused to keep looking. "That's right, Peter. It's just an ass. And why just look? Don't you want to touch it?" And he did. He did want to touch it. God he wanted to touch it. He found himself moving in, his hand reaching out. Almost like it had a mind of it's own. Anger welled up. "No! I see what you're doing Kathy, and I don't want to be part of it."
But his hand didn't stop, and when it connected with her skin, the feeling was so arousing, so surreal, his mind regressed to compulsion, like he was a horny teenager invited to touch the bare ass of his favorite porn star. Except in this case, her and her ass were slightly larger than life, as he guessed she would have stood seven feet tall or more. It made his hand tingle with excitement to rub her perfectly taut shape.
"Peter, you wrote the thesis. Belief is reality. This is happening, and you're a part of it. Which means either this is what you truly want, or this is my reality. I'm not even sure there is a difference anymore. Maybe this is what true love really is. Two souls, destined to explore each other. And speaking of exploring, how is my ass? You're being so gentle. I'll let you slap it, spank it, rub your dick on it, wipe your nose on it, hell this body isn't even me, it's just a dream, so you can do whatever you want...you just have to one itty bitty little thing first. You have to kiss it. Kiss my ass. Go ahead. Submit. Do it now, and maybe I'll let you off easy."
Peter winced his brow, angry not only at how he was being manipulated, but at how she was rubbing his nose in it. In a moment of defiance, he lifted his hand, and wound up to give her an incredibly painful slap, but as soon as he was ready, she merely lifted a finger, and he winced, filled with both doubt and outright fear."
"Ohh, no you don't. This is a game of obedience. Submit, and kiss my ass, or pay the consequences." Her words were threatening, but her tone was sweet, and she was smiling. "Either choice will suffice. You do, after all, get to make some choices, lover."
Peter tried to get his mind out of the spiral, tried to remember The Room, remember his thesis. He was playing into her manipulations, she was twisting his belief, giving him false choices. He dropped the anger, let his hand relax. "There is no submission if there is no fight. I stand aside." He slumped to his knees.
"Nice try, Peter, but that's not how this game works. You might be able to resist me, but your body cannot. Remember. Remember how good it felt to take my nipple between your lips. Don't you want to feel that again? Go ahead. Here's a little more Ecstasy to lower your inhibitions." She wriggled her fingers for theatrics.
Peter immediately felt the drug's effects, the world lighting up with wonder. Her body glowed with beauty. He closed his eyes, trying to block her out, but memories flooded into his mind. Memories of pleasure running through him while suckling at her tits. His eyes forced themselves open, and he felt his mouth salivate with desire. She was right. His body was a machine, triggered by simple impulses. Already it was moving towards her, unable to resist.
His lips found her skin, and waves of sensation ran up his spine. He even felt sensations on his crotch, instantly making him hard. He wondered if she was fondling him, yet her hands were both still and in view. As her nipple hardened, he closed his eyes and sucked harder, and a simultaneous wave of pleasure ran over his cock. It was so strong it startled him, his mouth fell open, and it immediately stopped. What he had experienced was too hard to believe, but too obvious to deny. He reached his tongue out, as afraid as he was excited, and as soon as it found her skin, he felt lucious warm wetness on his member. He sucked at her nipple, and it felt firm pressure all over his member. He lost the ability to think, as he sucked and lapped at her almost uncontrollably, simultaneously pleasuring himself.
"Yes, that's right, Peter. Give the monkey the pleasure button and he'll push it until he dies. When you did it to me, I didn't believe it either, but I still couldn't stop. Since then I've realized it's not so hard to sew together quantum reality, connecting nerves here to nerves there. And I want you to see that it's not all bad. It feels good, doesn't it? Time to turn off the tap and go back to your lesson."
Peter instantly felt the feedback cycle go numb. His body, his spine, his cock, all felt nothing. Suddenly it felt like he was sucking a lifeless protrusion of flesh. After a few moments of trying harder, he gave up, and without the self-stimulation loop, he was able to think again. "Katya, what is the purpose of all this? We find the underlying nature of the universe, and you want to use it to play juvenile games."
"Well, you could call it that. I call it fun, this tustle between you and I. I tried to have fun with mortals, but they were shallow, weak, spineless puppets that did everything I asked. Where is the fun in that? Knowing you have the strength to deny me, at least a little bit, makes this so much more interesting. Like now. I just wired the nerves in my ass directly to the pleasure centers of your brain. You can take your lips down there, kiss my ass, and continue having fun pleasuring yourself -- or -- you can resist, challenging me to find other ways to toy with you. Either way I win. Which'll it be?"
Peter didn't know if this was his sexiest dream, his worst nightmare, or both. Was he creating this? Was she? "Kathy," he started, viscerally feeling her disapproval. He quickly corrected himself, "sorry, Katya, can we sit down like peers, like scientists, and discuss what is happening? Understand it? Share it?"
"That's exactly what we are doing!" she declared, playfully. "I just setup an experiment, and I'm testing my monkey. Here, let me show you how it works."
She lifted her arm, and hovered her finger over her ass, then dramatically started slowly dragging it along. Peter fell over forwards, overcome with pleasure. Not just in his cock this time, though he certainly felt it there, but over his whole body. It was like an intense orgasm that lasted several seconds. When it stopped, he panted, and it took him a few seconds to even open his eyes. A moment later, his eyes glared at her ass hungrily, desperately wanting to repeat the sensation. He reached out a finger, poked her, and felt nothing.
"Silly monkey, your fingers don't work, only your lips. I told you, kiss my ass, submit, and you can have whatever you want, it can be your turn." Peter stubbornly held his ground. What was the purpose of this game? Could he imagine his way out of it? He tried to imagine another reality, young scientist Kathy on the tropical island. In response he felt a sudden wave of fear and disapproval. "I'm not letting go of you that easy. No more nice Katya. I told you, kiss .. my .. ass." He felt sorrow and loss, like he was losing her, and he didn't want to lose her. The moment he leaned in, he felt better, so he kept going, kept approaching. It just felt right.
Finally, he leaned over, let his lips connect with her ass, and he felt effervescent tingles run through him. He ran his tongue on her skin, and it felt like she'd seductively lapped up his leg. It wasn't just a physical sensation, it came with an arousal, an excitement. He started plucking kisses onto her ass, trying to zero in on the best sensations on his body. When he felt sensations in his crotch, he lapped his tongue against her, and the feeling was absolutely surreal.
He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what it felt like. It was a daydream at first, but solidified into something hyper-real, like he was there. In darkness, he looked down at Katya, kneeling naked beneath him, and she spoke, "you want a visual too? Okay." She extended a freakish foot long serpentine tongue out of her mouth, which wrapped around his cock from the tip to the base until nearly every bit of it was covered. It might have been horrific if it didn't feel so amazing. His mind struggled to straddle two realities, and yet it did. He heard her from outside, "submit, Peter. Lick my ass." He couldn't resist, he gave in and did as she said, then retreated to his fantasy.
He watched her serpentine tongue rhythmically cinch around his cock, rubbing all of it simultaneously. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt, and the more of it he got, the more of it he wanted. He placed his real lips widely against her ass, and watched in his fantasy as her tongue loosened and unwrapped the tip, allowing her to set her lips onto it. She smiled up at him, and as he massaged his real lips against her ass, she moved in unison.
It was the most divine thing he had ever felt, and for a long time he was caught in a loop. He honestly couldn't say whether it went on for minutes, or hours or days, to him it was all the same, the same rhythmic pleasure, over and over. Munching his lips against her ass as she munched against his cock. Until eventually it went on so long that he forgot himself.
He couldn't feel his lips anymore, couldn't feel reality anymore, the fantasy was all there was. "See," he heard her say. But it wasn't coming from outside reality, because there was no outside reality. Her voice boomed in his head, coming from somewhere above. He looked up to see her looking down at him, a disembodied face emerging from blackness.
Peter found it disorienting enough that there was another Katyas, but as he took in the sight, he realized there was something else disturbing. The face above was further away than he thought and absolutely massive. It had to be as tall as he was. He voice was frighteningly loud when she spoke again, "It's fun to play this game."
Peter suddenly looked down, and found his first fantasy had disappeared, and he was standing with swimming trunks on, in the palm of an absolutely giant hand, at least five feet across.. In shock, his eyes followed motion as an arm materialized out of the blackness, along with shoulders and neck, finally meeting up with her massive head. Then the process continued downward, revealing massive and scantily clad breasts, body, and legs. The black backdrop went blurry blue-green, and then he heard sounds of the ocean, and torquise waves materialized all around them.
As the scene settled, Katya was standing, nearly waist deep in the water, and behind her, there was a beach, and a lush forest of trees, and a compound built into the hill. It could have been the compound from the second reality, or was it the third? And of course, she was massive. She seemed at least fifty or sixty feet tall. And the breasts above him were each wider than his arm-span. "Katya?" he said, his voice quivering slightly, "what is happening?"
Immediately, Peter felt unsteady, and fell to his knees as her hand lifted him higher. "I realized the reason you didn't want to be God-King." He stopped rising when his face evened with her massive lips. "You wanted it to be me. How does it feel to be completely at my mercy? Now you can watch me lead, or rule, play with this world however I choose."
Peter wanted to dismiss it all, convince himself it wasn't happening, but it all felt so real. He looked down and punched into her hand, and it felt like real flesh, only giant. The lines of her palm spread out in intricate detail. He closed his eyes and tried to remember when this all started, his first moments in The Room, tried to remember meeting Kathy for the first time, tried to remember anything, but all he saw is black.
"Where are you trying to go?" Her voice boomed, demanding his attention, and he looked up, half awed, half terrified. "There is nothing to fear, my little one. We can't be killed, we are immortal souls now, riding the seas of quantum possibility. Be calm and sleep." He felt his body relax, and slump into her hand, her skin feeling warm and nice against his own. And then everything went black.
???? maybe ????
-> maybe he jumps off into the water, and in an attempt to retrieve him, giantess katya snaps his neck and he dies.... waking up in another reality and establishing precedent that he can't really die.
Ch3. REMNANTS...
"You're kidding me. How did you do that? Can you show me?"
"I explained this. The Room we are in is a superposition belief network. You merely need to assert a belief strongly, and know it can be true, and it forks a new quantum ruleset. As for showing you. I don't see why not." He turned towards a machine sitting on the lab table. It was unfamiliar looking, and she didn't remember it being there moments before, but then she also never noticed it appear. He flipped a switch, and the machine started to hum slightly, as a motor started turning and a readout showed some kind of numeric readout. "Is that what you were thinking?"
She had a suddenly queasy feeling, part awe, part wonder, part fear, as it set in that reality wasn't fixed. That it had just changed in front of her eyes. She walked up to the device, mesmerized, forcing herself to touch it to convince herself it was real. That this was really happening.
"Yes, I guess that's what I was thinking." She looked at Peter. She and her team had worked on The Room for more than a decade, not even knowing what they were doing, and in a day he'd become it's master. He'd instantly understood what it was, changed the laws of physics, and materialized a complex machine with nothing but his thoughts. It occurred to her that he could change anything he wished, have anything he wished, and yet he stood there humbly smiling. That he could hold so much power without taking it, without making her afraid, filled her with love and adoration. She briefly imagined a lifelong partnership, where they changed the world for good. And yet the next moment, she felt fear of being left behind. She didn't want to share him, she wanted him to need her, to love her, to want her. She regretted being fifteen years his senior. She had a selfish thought. She tried to imagine herself youthful, more attractive, but she felt nothing. She looked down at her hand, and it showed the familiar signs of age.
"Peter. How does it work? Can you show me? If I want to change something, how does it happen? How do I believe in it?"
"That's a funny wrinkle. I suppose it's not really about believing in something else as much as believing in yourself. In a way, it's not the world outside that's changing, it's ourselves that are changing. Why, what were you thinking?"
She tried to remember what he said about quantum decoherence, and believe that she could manifest change, but even as she tensed her muscles and grit her teeth, nothing happened. She realized the thing she believed in most in the world, at that moment, was Peter. "I want to do another experiment, but it's not working for me, and I don't understand why."
He chuckled, "meta-belief is a tricky mistress. What is it you want to change? Perhaps we both need to believe it."
"It's childish." She felt selfish for even thinking it, but it didn't keep her from wanting it. With the image in her head, the temptation was too great to resist. She tried to make a joke if it. "I guess I'm coming around to your idea of testing small things. After spending a decade inventing The Room, it doesn't seem terrible to try to reclaim some of those years. I was thinking it would be nice to look a little younger and more attractive."
Peter blushed, "ohh. Ohh! That's not at all what I was expecting. And I'm not sure I would call that change small. So much could go wrong." He noticed a peculiar look in her eye, as he continued to express his concern. "Making someone younger, might give them a completely different life path. You might cease to be in this room. We could even create a paradox and the whole Room could cease to exist. I think maybe we should take a break."
Peter started to back away towards the door, but she reached out and gently grasped his hand. "Peter wait. You don't understand how special you are. Out there is a world of greed, corruption, and exploitation. If they knew what was in here, they would all want it for themselves, to bend worlds to their will. I didn't build The Room for them. I didn't know you at the time, but I built it for you. You just materialized matter with your mind, and you want to pause to avoid making mistakes. I can see your potential for good.