?? where are we really going ??
attempt on the president by anti-trans faction? presidential trans detail?
Sarah & Chad - talk through his conflict and try to reconcile. he laments the end of his traditional dreams (carrying his wife over a threshold, holding his wife while they dance, uncertainty of natural children)... she gets despondent and wounded. "isn't there anything you like about me anymore?" he backpedals, explaining that she's the smartest, kindest, most beautiful woman he's ever known. (she likes the complements and playfully encourages him to continue) When she's near, he feels pulled to her like gravity. That he's so attracted to her, sometimes he feels like he can't resist her. That's why he left last night.
Chad, I'm yours, body and soul. We've been really happy together, and I don't want to lose that. (she cozies up to him, and he melts into the embrace of her oversize arms and chest) I know me being like this makes things different. You made history when you created the serum. When I signed on for this, I didn't just hope I could be a new kind of woman, I hoped I could be a new kind of woman - for you. Along the way I've realized what's really important to me. I used to dream of superficial things, like looking up into my husbands eyes, or being carried over a threshold, but you know what? Those thoughts mean nothing compared to the way I feel when I'm with you.
He frees himself to look at her. "Ohh Sarah, I love you, but it's not as simple as that. You don't know what it feels like for me. Men are supposed to be the strong ones, the protectors. I can see the reactions on people's faces when they look at us. They are wondering what you need me for, and I know why, because I wonder the same thing. You've now become your own woman, and your own man, and I'm just... I don't know what I am to you. I feel like you could get bored of me any minute."
"Ohh Chad, you have it so wrong." She brushed her hand through his hair. "You're everything to me. You're the man who makes me want to do better, to be better. I go to work wondering what I can do that you'll be proud of, and I come to the home wondering how I can make you happier. Don't you see? Being my man is not about being big or strong, it's about being my mirror. When I question my work, when I question myself, the way you see me gives me strength. When I want to be beautiful, it's because I want you to want me. Chad, I could never bore of you, because every time you look at me you make me feel worthwhile, wanted, and beautiful. You're even doing it right now."
"I am?" He admired her for a moment, letting himself acknowledge how beautiful, how sexy, she was. She nodded her head in response. "Even if I believe you, I still don't know how to get past the way people look at me. Like I'm insignificant."
"What if that's not what they're seeing at all? What if that's just all in your head? They could see what I see, and be wondering how I got so lucky to be with you. Or they might even be impressed that you're man enough to have me. Tell me, if we were not together, and you saw me, post transformation and all, do you think you'd be attracted to me? Or better yet, do you think other men find me attractive?"
"Well, yeah," he looked her over once more. Her facial features, the lines of her shoulders, the shape of her chest. She was beautiful, "of course. You're stunning. Even moreso after the transformation."
"And if you saw me walking with another man, a man who would inevitably be two or three feet shorter than me, with my arm resting on his shoulder, would you think him insignificant?"
It took Chad a minute to answer. As he conjured up the imagery, he felt something about his entire argument shifting. He realized people might not be seeing him at all the way he thought. "No," he offered, cautiously. "I'd probably think he was lucky." Then he added another admission, "I might even be a jealous."
The way he was talking about her, the way his eyes kept looking her over, was making her feel seductive, so she decided to act on it. "That's right. Other men can look at us, and wonder, but you're the one who gets to have me. You can take me home and put your hands on me whenever and however you want." From the look in his eye, she knew it was an invitation he couldn't pass up. It wouldn't be long now. First, she felt his hand on her arm, then it caressed over her shoulder. When he reached her neck, she rolled her head and closed her eyes, as if his touch drove her to. In way it did. She always loved feeling his hands on her, and at the moment it felt like something more, like a reconciliation.
Even though he'd been with her for weeks, something about her size was still otherworldly. As he let his touch drift back to her shoulder, he noted how it felt larger and more muscular than it looked on her frame. When she opened her eyes, they had a look of desire in them. She rose up on her knees, pulling her shoulder out of his reach even as she moved closer to him. A moment later, she was slowly, wordlessly unbuttoning her shirt. His eyes instantly found her breasts, hovering at eye level, filling out of a simple black sports bra. Even though they looked proportionally modest on her, her new stature meant they were inhumanly large. And a moment later, they were bare, as she pulled the sports bra over her head and discarded it.
With her leaning in further and naked from the waist up, his desire took over. His hands found her sides, caressing up the subtle signs of her new muscular physique. When he reached her breasts, they were almost at his lips. He closed the gap, sucklng at her skin as he cupped and caressed them.
She braced one hand behind him on the couch, and for several moments she just hovered there, letting him enjoy her. Her other hand fell into his hair, briefly encouraged him to suckle her, before sliding down along his back. She loved the way his lips felt against her skin, arousing her. Finally, she had to retaliate. She reached one hand under his seat, and the other to his back, hoisting him up until their lips met.
Chad felt himself leave the couch, pulled into a kiss which was immediately passionate. His legs fell into a natural straddle around her mid-section as their tongues danced, teased, and struggled against one another. His hands found the back of her head, holding her close, trying to resist the natural tendency for a kiss to end. Slowly and gently when it finally did end, as all kisses do, his eyes were slightly above hers.
As they stared at each other, she could see the passion in his eyes fade into something else. She'd seen it before, but she knew what it was now. It bothered him that she could hold him like this. She'd only done what seemed natural, and it was good for a moment, but then the struggle to be her new self had pricked his open wound. She considered setting him down, apologizing, but where would that lead? Back to the fight they had just reconciled. She considered kissing him again, but it felt wrong, like she would be trying to cover up the problem. She wanted to find a way through, to help him enjoy her new self the way she did.
On an impulse she lifted him higher and cracked joke about it, "here, you can look down on me for a change." She immediately felt stupid, like she'd just poured gasoline on the flames. Then she felt her breasts brushing into his lap, and wondered if he might like it too. She pulled his crotch up against her left breast, and started gently rubbing him against it. He wasn't protesting, but she couldn't read the look in his eye. "Is this okay?"
At first Chad didn't know how to respond. He felt the same pang of intimidation at the way she effortlessly held and maneuvered him. It was a brutal reminder that the typically male role of physical superior was entirely hers. It made part of him want to fight, to prove she couldn't control him. However, at the same time, the sensation of being rhythmically rubbed into her soft breast stirred other emotions. The more aroused he became, the more he wanted her to continue.
Sarah felt a wave of relief wash over her as he gently nodded in acquiescence. She knew this wasn't easy for him to accept, as there was still conflict in his eyes. Still, he was trying, and she loved him for it. He just needed to enjoy her new body as much as she did. She continued, gently pulsing his erection into her breast as she considered what to do next.
Selfishly, she wanted to carry him to their bed, climb ontop of him, and ravage him until they both came. That kind of control was exactly what made sex with her new body so exciting for her. However, it was also exactly the kind of thing that was bothering Chad. On the flip side, she didn't want to patronize him by pretending he was still physically in control when he obviously wasn't. No. She needed to give into him mentally, and give him what he wanted, but in her own way. And she knew what all men really wanted.
Chad was starting to feel it again, the little devil on his shoulder telling him to run. Despite how much he enjoyed being pressed against her, what she was doing only reminded him of their inequality. She wasn't just strong, she was strong enough to hold and gently pulse his entire body weight in the palm of her hand. He was about to speak up, to ask to be set down, when he felt her grip shifting.
In a few subtle movements, she lifted him even higher, setting one leg over her shoulder. She found him so light it wasn't difficult at all, though at first it was a little awkward having his crotch in her face. Still, that was right where she wanted him. She placed her cheek against his jeans, rubbing up against his erection. Then she she dragged her lips across him, not expecting it to take long for him to accept her offer.
Despite how different this situation was, with her face rubbing his crotch, he couldn't think about anything but being in her mouth. He let out a small gasp as he felt her teething his jeans. Then she paused for a moment, and craned to look up at him.
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arnold and kim - end arnold's long weekend leave. kim makes a ploy for him to stay with her. she extols how ever since they met, being together was all she ever wanted. how life at the base is behind her now, how the world has opened up to her. she's getting paid to interview and model in fantastic places, all over the world. (his job is at the base. what would he do? while she's doing interviews, and modeling) he can enjoy life, see the world, order room service, take lavish vacations, and make love to her. her life has changed, and she wants to change his life too. she just wants him to be with her. then she gets down on one knee. (which sets him on guard) and she proposes to him. (this is insane. i can't believe you just proposed to me.) believe it, and say yes. we can make each other so happy. (i can't just quit my job. i'm in the middle of critically important work.) if you say yes, we can work it out. maybe you can work half time, one week at the base, one week with me. (i can't believe I'm saying this, but yes) / she sweeps him off his feet, hugging and kissing, and fondling him. / he asks what she's doing, and she says she's getting him in the mood for some 'celebration sex'.
As Arnold arrives back at the base, he's shocked at the tent-city and crowd at the gates. He asks the front-guard what is going on. He explains. TJ is marching two squads of enhanced solders to the front gate, and the crowd outside is beginning to react. She greets Arnold, before handing her orders to the front gate guard, making a quip about needing to keep the peace. The guard opens the gate, and soldiers march out towards the tent city.
As they march, onlookers gather, some fearful, all astonished at what they are seeing.
TJ gives a great speech, 'some are fearful of what this technology means, others are excited to experience it for yourselves. i assure you, you are forwarding neither goal by being at our gates. we are here to deliver a message. tomorrow, anyone within 1000 yards of the base border will be forcibly removed and placed into military custody. however, we are also here as a peace offering, as you'll note we have no weapons of any kind. the beginning of any journey into the unknown is understanding. so meet and talk with my soldiers, understand that we're all the same people, on the same journey. Then, after you've drunk your fill, and satisfied your curiosity, please go back home.