* Labrat
Andy and Catrina were seated opposite each other at a shiny white table. They had provided some foam padding to boost him up on the seat, and while the situation left his feet dangling, at least he didn't feel as dwarfed while talking to her.
After almost thirty minutes of conversation, Andy had finally digested the facts, though they were hard to accept. He was in the year 2522, generations after a virus had killed off all men. Without natural reproduction, the human race had barely survived through scientific reproduction. Though in generations to come, widespread genetic engineering had resulted in what they deemed to be the perfect human form - women averaging just over nine feet in height.
Andy had explained that he wasn't really Lindstrom's assistant. Catrina seemed genuinely surprised that Dr. Lindstrom had disappeared more than ten years earlier, in Andy's time. He had enough trouble grasping how he was transported across space and time, so he didn't think much of the Dr's fate. "So let me get this straight. I'm not a prisoner, but I can't leave." She nodded. "I'm going to be so grounded."
"Andy, you must understand how important you are to us. We have worked for more than a decade to bring you here. A male human has not set foot on the earth for over four hundred years. Perhaps eventually you can return to your own time, but right now we must learn as much as we can. I hope you can understand the importance of what we have done and assist us. I do not wish to be accused of keeping you against your will. If you do eventually decide you must return, you may return to exactly the moment you left, and they will never know you were gone. Please just give me a week before you decide. We would like to perform some tests, none of them painful. Will you help us? Will you stay for one week before deciding?"
"So I stay here a week, and if I decide to go home, nobody will ever know I left?" She nodded. "I guess I could live with that." This was pretty much the most wild and crazy thing Andy had ever heard of. Moment to moment he'd lose his perspective and expect to wake up, as if in a dream. Only it wasn't a dream, it was real. That morning he attended his first day of sophomore year, yet before the sun had set he found himself hundreds of years in the future. Sam was never going to believe this. "Okay, I can stay for a week."
"I'm so pleased. We will forever be in your debt, Andy Beck. Let me show you to where you'll be staying." He waited for Catrina to get up and pull his chair away from the table before contemplating hopping down. It wasn't too far a fall, but his perch on the foam booster was a bit precarious. He was worried it was going to slide out just as he tried to push off it. Just as he started the jump, Catrina's hand stopped him. "Please, let me help you. The last thing we need is for you to hurt yourself your first day here." She reached down, lifting him under the arms and gently setting him on the floor.
Andy felt disoriented standing next to a human form that was so much bigger and taller than he was. It felt a bit like standing next to a statue, only she was very much alive. She was already at the door as she swung it open and turned back to him. "I'm so sorry that everything here is built for our height. I should have liked to build an environment more suitable to you, but my sources of funding thought it a frivolous waste. Please be careful, and if you need anything, my entire staff is at your beck and call. Please follow me." Andy followed her through the door, into a towering stark white hallway. As she walked ahead of him, Andy felt a little odd at the prominence of her butt, swaying back and forth about five feet off the ground.
They passed a window facing out at a city that caught Andy's attention. The shapes were odd, but in a way that was more foreign than futuristic. Except of course that everything was immaculately clean. Catrina had explained that their lab was located in Vancouver and that the weather outside was a balmy 85 degrees Fahrenheit -- a result of global warming, though they were working on correcting it. Catrina stopped at a white door that looked like all the other white doors, this one labeled "lab dorm A". She opened it and Andy followed her inside. The room had a single window and resembled a college dormitory. There was a bed, and a desk, both of which appeared uncomfortably large to Andy. They had positioned a foot stool next to the bed to make it easier to climb up onto a mattress that must have sat four feet high. "Will this be satisfactory for the week?"
"Yes, this will be fine. Do you have anything I can read or any TV to watch?" She swiveled a monitor sitting at the desk and punched a few keys. Andy stood on his tip-toes to see the screen. It appeared to have a simple looking directory of books and shows, though the names were all unfamiliar.
"Andy, I'm sure you are tired, but it would help our lab if we could get working on a specimen as fast as possible." Andy thought the nurse took samples already, so when she handed him a small plastic cup, his response was a puzzled look. "A reproductive specimen please. Can you provide it now? If you need some help I can call a research assistant." Andy was perplexed. Was she asking him to masturbate into the cup? Right in front of her? His face flushed red. "Have I offended you? I'm sorry. Please forgive my impatience. We've waited ten years for you to arrive, we can wait until morning. I'm sure you're tired. Do you have any other questions before you retire?"
"Actually yes, where is the restroom?" She was standing in the door, almost ready to close it on her way out.
"Ohh of course." She pointed behind her. "It's just one door down and across the hall. If you get hungry, bored, feel sick, or need anything else, you can simply push one of the blue information buttons in any room. Everyone here in the lab knows who you are, so don't be shy if you need something. Any one of them would be delighted to help. In fact, they are all anxious to talk to you, but I've instructed them to give you some time to settle in. Goodnight Andy Beck, I will send for you in the morning."
After she let the door close, Andy did his best to climb up to the computer. He moused through what looked like television shows with strange names. He quickly started to tire. It had been an overwhelming evening, he wondered if perhaps he should just get some sleep.
He opened the oversize door and made his way down the hall to the bathroom. Inside it looked a bit more like a locker room than a bathroom, with a long set of toilet stalls, lockers and a shower area. After instinctively looking for a urinal that wasn't present, he immediately became self conscious in realizing that with no men there would be only one restroom. Fortunately nobody was inside, and he made his way into a stall. The toilet was uncomfortably high, but the same impeccable cleanliness he had seen everywhere else made the progress of climbing up to sit on it less disguising than it might have otherwise been. After only a few minutes he had finished his task and was back safety in his room and in bed.
* Prisoner
Dr Lindstrom was finally over the shock of arriving in another time. "Angelique. This has been absolutely fascinating, but I think it's now time for me to go. I don't belong here. Besides, if what you say is true, the time I've come from can benefit greatly from my invention." For a moment she stood unwavering at the window, then she walked across the room with a purpose.
"I'm sorry Steven. That simply won't be possible. You see, our history already shows that the aphasic device isn't invented until 2357, so to send you back would either result in catastrophe for you, or irreparable harm to the fabric of space and time." Sitting down at the computer station, she punched away at it. "No, you will be staying here. Right now I need you to provide a reproductive sample for my associates to analyze." She stared back at him, "you really should look at the bright side, if you cooperate you could be as famous as I'm going to be. We could be partners."
Steven didn't know what to say, but staying here just didn't seem, right. He needed to get back to his own time. He shook his head. "That's okay. It may take you some time to come around. However, right now time is something I don't have. I need to get moving to stay ahead of Catrina." Angelique held a collection cup towards him. "Would you like to take care of this yourself, or will I need to do it?" Steven was beginning to feel like a rat in a cage. He looked to the door, but where would he run to? This was an unfamiliar world, he had nowhere to go. He looked to the mesh, now black and dormant in the middle of the room. The sequence to send him back could only be orchestrated by the computer, and he didn't see any way he was going to get her to let him do it.
Angelique was too impatient to wait for his response. "Very well, I'll need to learn more about the process." She tapped away on the computer for a moment. "Here it is, mating rituals and copulation in human males. Just a moment." Steven snapped out of his daze as she walked towards and then past him. "Ohh, don't have that dour look. I understand even the male climax can be quite pleasurable, moreso if you cooperate." He felt a dramatic urge to run, but he had nowhere to go. She was on the couch now. She pointed to a spot next to her. "Sit there."
"This is highly inappropriate. I'll give you what you want, then you can send me home." Angelique was unmoved. She remained on the couch with a look of impatience.
"You don't understand Steven. You are what I want. You are what our society wants. Our geneticists can't yet affect sexual orientation. Some can find attraction in other women, but for the rest of society, myself included, you are currently the most attractive person on the planet. So you will not be sent home. You will stay here. If you make it uncomfortable for me, I can me it uncomfortable for you. If you cooperate, well, as I said, we might eventually be partners." She softened her gesture and patted her hand on the couch. The tone of her voice suddenly changed from one of authority to something seductive. "Now please Steven. Come sit next to me." He remained motionless, contemplating his complete lack of options.
"My research says the first step is to get you aroused, and that men respond strongly to visual stimulation." Without hesitation or modesty, she slid the labcoat off her shoulders and onto the couch. What he had earlier expected was a red dress looked more like two piece beachwear. Her top was covered by a tight-fitting straight band of the same shimmery red fabric as her skirt. She was positioned in profile to him, and her figure was astounding. Her waist was more narrow than seemed possible given her height, making her modest bustline seem very pronounced. Despite his predicament, Steven felt instantly attracted to her, as if her figure was shaped to push a set of hidden biological buttons.
Further, there was something distracting about her outfit. As his eyes followed her long legs to the floor, he could swear her top seemed translucent, but as he darted back to the hint of naked skin, he saw an opaque red shimmer and sparkle. He was perplexed, but as he looked up to her face, he saw the effect again as a bikini bottom outline became apparent through her disappearing skirt. It was as if the fabric was translucent in his periphery, and opaque when viewed directly. The effect was as striking as it was eerie and distracting.
"I promise you will enjoy this Steven. Now, come sit with me." Her voice was silky smooth. His palms were starting to sweat, and he could feel a tingle up his spine. From the core of his being he felt an urge to stare at her, to touch her, to have her.
Steven didn't remember making any decision at all as his legs walked him towards her. He could feel only a tingling of anticipation. Standing in front of the the couch, Angelique was so close. Even sitting, her head loomed above his. He noticed her top was cut just right to show small peeks at her breasts above and below. "That's better. Catrina thought our modern appearance would have a powerful effect. It looks like she was right to force us all to cover up with labcoats. You do like how I look don't you?" Steven realized he wasn't only staring, he felt an uncontrollable urge to touch her. She stopped his hands as they inadveratantly reached out. "Ah ah, not yet. First you need to give me what I asked for." She leaned back on the couch, and in the corner of his eye he could see her breasts propped up on her chest. It took him a minute to realize her hand was gently patting next to her. "I'm glad you decided to cooperate. Lie here Steven."
He crawled up on the couch, following her instructions. "Yes, turn over and lie right there." Laid out next to her, he felt as nervous as a school boy. "Pull down your pants please. Let's see this little wonder organ." As Steven unclasped his pants, he couldn't help compare their sizes, her legs extending far more substantial than his. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd even been with a woman. Angelique was so impossibly sexy, so youthful, so perfect that he felt spellbound, like he was on autopilot. With just a few glances and words, she had driven him to a state of full arousal. "Perfect Steven. Now you just relax. I read up on how this works, but if I do anything wrong, you let me know." Steven laid his head into her lap to find himself staring up at red shimmery fabric barely covering her breasts. Just a moment later her hand fell on his groin. Her touch felt mechanical at first, almost inquisitive as she explored. "I understand arousal causes the organ to harden, but looks like we're already there. Then the male inserts his penis into the female, and thrusts. We're just going to simulate that thrusting part." Her fingers wrapped around and slid up and down grabbing a little too hard at first. "Is that good? Or maybe softer?" She looked to his face briefly for confirmation as he nodded. "Of course, gentile. Inside the woman would be wet and soft and gentile." She continued sliding her fingers up and down.
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"It said there is quite a bit of variance in the duration of this step. Let me make sure I'm ready." Her other hand set the plastic collection cup against his tummy. Steven lie prone in her lap, looking up at her chin, and her jet black hair falling down straight down her back. Her fingers were sliding rhythmically. "This is really quite fascinating, if only women were so simple." She stopped to inspect him, and picking my head up to look down, I could see the underside of her breast hanging above my chest. The round shape spanning the width of my entire body again me made feel dwarfed. I reached a hand up and ever so gently pressed my fingers against the fabric of her dress. "Oooh, such little hands. Yes, you can touch me now if it helps arouse you. See the benefits of cooperating." Having broken the barrier, I massaged more firmly into her breast now. Her fingers were stroking away, and started to move faster. I was making some inadvertant sounds. My climax was near. Only a few moments longer and I felt the release. "That's right, a little more." Her fingers kept moving for a minute or so. "Excellent. The first sample." She bounded off the couch as lay back in silence. As the euphorea ended, my sense of shock returned. What had just happened? What was I doing here? Buttoning my pants and sitting up, I watched her place the sample into a larger box and sit down at the computer before looking over at me. "See Steven, that wasn't so bad afterall. Keep cooperating and we'll be partners before you know it."
* Lab Morning
Andy awoke to an alarm chime and brightness instantly coming through the windows. As he sat up in bed, he could swear the windows tinted darker against the morning sun. However, it was still bright, and he was still groggy. He rose up, still wearing the same clothes from the day before. Any thought that his surroundings were a dream ended when he slipped off the mattress and dropped at least a foot to the ground. It was real. As soon as he opened his dorm room door, silence was interrupted by the sound of a bustling building. Shy about my unfamiliar surroundings, he made my way into the bathroom just down the hallway. He felt relieved that it was empty, and a moment later he was tucked in the rearmost stall.
He almost fell off the toilet when he heard the door open and the voices of two women enter. The echo of the bathroom made it hard to tell what they were saying. A moment later he heard a shower turn on. They were still talking, but the voices were even more muffled and washed over by the sounds of the shower. He decided it was best to move along.
Cracking the stall door open, Andy was offered a clear view into the shower. At first he merely saw the chaos of water and steam. Then he could make out two female figures, completely naked. However, they were unlike any women he had ever seen before. Not only were they impossibly tall, over ten feet tall from the looks of it, but they were also strikingly slender and shapely. Their hips were pronounced not by a wide flair, but by an unnaturally narrow waistline. Their breasts, while by no means large, looked big on such slender frames. While one had light hair and the other dark, they could have been sisters. The blonde woman began to soap herself, and Andy found himself staring, wanting to see more of her. He let the stall door close to keep hidden. They were still talking as they showered and he continued to stare.
Andy almost jumped when he heard someone else enter the bathroom. He let the stall door gently close as he heard someone walking past him, towards the showers. "Ladies, have you seen our guest of honor? Catrina has asked me to ready him for breakfast."
The blonde woman in the shower stared and pointed right at Andy as she spoke over the rush of the shower stream. "He's right behind you. We noticed him watching us from that stall, and we didn't want to alarm him." Andy felt a chill down his spine. He didn't mean to be staring, he just couldn't help himself. What teenage boy could? The clothed woman turned around and walked right towards him, opening up the stall door and kneeling down in front of him with no hesitation and a smile on her face.
"Good morning Andy, I'm Rosnell. I trust you slept well." Andy nodded back to her, bracing from the feeling he was going to get a scolding. It never came. "We have quite a busy day for you. After breakfast, we'd like to perform some routine medical scans, and after that Catrina would like me to start introducing you to the staff. The morning meal won't be out for much longer, so we need to get you showered up quickly." Rosnell took his hand and walked him towards the shower lockers and less than five feet from the two naked women showering! Andy tried his best to politely look away, but couldn't help glancing in their direction as Rosnell addressed them, "do you two mind if he shares the shower with you?"
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"Not at all. Andy, I'm Tina, and this is Suzanne." Andy was stunned at their immodesty. It seemed impolite to look, but impolite not to acknowledge being spoken to. When I looked over, the dark haired girl was staring right at me and spoke again. "We don't bite, and there is plenty of room in here." She made no attempt to cover-up and didn't seem the least bit self-conscious about my being here. Looking towards her for only a minute, my sense of discomfort slowly softened.
Rosnell pulled a small hamper out of the bottom of a locker and set it on the bench. "You can put your clothes here to be washed. Here is something for you to wear." After setting down a small folded stack, she turned to address the women in the shower. "Can you two help him with the controls? It'll save me having to get dried off and ready again."
"Ohh of course Roz," Tina confirmed.
"Great, bring him down to the cafe when he's clean." She started for the exit. "Ohh, and try not to get him too excited, Catrina would like to get a reproductive sample this morning." I stood there without moving for a moment, and then began disrobing. Fortunately my embarrassment had calmed down my natural reaction to the naked women. After setting my clothes in the hamper, I tried my best to ignore them as I made my way to the closest empty showerhead. The two of them were quiet now and I could feel them conspicuously watching me. Looking up towards the controls and dispensers, I could see why I was going to need help. Set about eight feet up, I was far from being able to reach either one of them. Tina stepped close, looking over me and pressing a button to start the flow of water. "Would you like to do this yourself, or do you need some help?"
"Thanks. I think I'll be okay if you can just get me some soap." She nodded, squeezing some soap into her hand, and holding it down near my chest. After I scooped the liquid into my own hand, she backed away. Immediately water rained down from above. I had to close my eyes as the water streamed down my face. I did my best to soap myself up, but most of the soap had already been washed out of my hand. I was beginning to see why they kept asking if I needed help. It was hard to operate in a world made for people so much taller. I cleared my throat. "Uhm. I think I could use a little more help." I took a couple steps to get out of the stream of water and bumped into skin, one of their legs.
"No problem. Suzanne, can you get the shampoo? I'll get the soap. We're short on time." Clearing my eyes, I can see I backed up against Suzanne's leg. The two of them used the dispensers high on the wall, then Tina bent over in front of me. "I recommend you close your eyes." I couldn't help but stare for a moment at her breasts, hanging inches above my face. However, my eyes instinctively closed seconds later as Suzanne's soapy hands squished into my hair. "Arms up." I comply, and a moment later I can feel Tina's soapy hands squeezing their way down my arms, her fingers wrapping around and squeezing them. As she reaches my sides, I can feel her fingers wrap around me and rub against my back. However, the washing motions pushed me about, and with the soapy water at my feet, I started to lose my balance. I grabbed towards Tina's arms for a handhold as her hands tightened their grip around me. "Oops, gotcha." Then she lifted me completely off the ground! My eyes were still closed to keep the soapy water out of them, but it felt like I had been lifted up several feet off the ground. "We're almost done Andy. Suzanne, can you finish off the bottom there before I rinse him?" I felt her hands from behind, soaping my feet, squeezing their way up my legs, and then slipping underneath my crotch. Keeping my eyes closed had been a blessing preventing me from seeing them both naked, but straddling Suzanne's soapy fingers as they cleaned my crotch and butt was too much. I felt myself instantly stiffen. "Ohh, you better stop that Suzanne. He's getting excited."
"Is he? Let me see." Her fingers were still massaging me, and it felt so incredibly good. "Look at that. Is it still getting bigger?" I let out a whimper as her fingers slid around my soaped up erection. "Ohh, you like that do you?" I nodded, my eyes still closed. "We're under strict orders not to get you too excited." She let out a girlish giggle. "But oooh how I'd like to break that order. This is fun."
I felt myself whisked away and into a stream of shower water. "Now Suzanne. You're going to get us both in trouble. Let just get him dried off and over to breakfast." My eyes were still closed to shut out the water as Tina turned me about to rinse me off. I think I could have done this part myself.
"Very well. Andy, if you'd like any help providing a sample later, you just call for me." I felt her hand pat my bare bottom.
* daybreak
The sound of the closet door opening woke me. Yesterday had been such a strange day. Was I really transported to a future society where there were no men? I was a scientist. Nothing this exciting, or strange had ever happened in my life. After drawing me in yesterday Angelique had worked at her computer for hours. I felt captive then, and I felt captive now, but I admit this was the first female attention I had received in years. In fact, over the five months of working on my invention, I hadn't interacted with other people much at all. I had been groggy last night and hardly remembered being carried into her closet. However, with the light peeking in I could see I was in a makeshift bed amongst her clothes. "Steven, are you awake?" Her head peaked in through the door. Wow, Angelique was stunningly beautiful. Yesterday I had spent hours just watching at her as she worked. It was hard not to stare as she was hardly wearing more than a bikini. She certainly noticed me, but she didn't say anything and didn't seem to mind.
I rustled and sat up. "Ohh good. Are you hungry? I have some associates coming over now and I need you to be quiet while they are here." Actually, I was very hungry. I nodded as I wiped crusts from my eyes. This morning she was again covered up by her long white labcoat. She handed me a plate of food. Eggs with some green vegetables. "Now, I'd like you to be quiet because I asked. However, to dispell any sense that making noise can help you. These associates want you for themselves. Given the chance, they would take you from here, and treat you much worse than I have. So for your own sake, please keep quiet." She set something that looked like a small flashlight on the floor and turned it on. Only after she closed and locked the door did I notice the chime that had been going off in the background ever since I had woken. As I looked down at the plate of food and began eating, I noticed I was wearing only an oversize white shirt. It seemed to reach all the way to my knees.
"Welcome welcome, come in, come in." I could hear a bustle of activity in the room outside. It sounded like several people had just arrived, and with more than one of them talking at once and the muffle of the door, I couldn't make out what they were saying. A few minutes later there was quiet, and then I heard her speaking again. "I am happy to report that my involvement with Reslink has been a success. Just yesterday I was able to complete the task we planned for." I heard the murmur of several women talking at once. "Please, please," she quieted them. "I have more to share. It seems Reslink was somehow able to perform another transfer. I hijacked their carrier signature. I don't know how it happened, but they were able to resynchronize. This means there is now a race. I have a first sample for you right now, and I will provide more today. You all need to get to work immediately. We have no time to lose."
A short chaos of voices was punctuated by a single speaker. "Angelique, I am very pleased. We are all very pleased with your work. I think it's now time for you to turn over the subject."
"I'm sorry, but that will not be possible. Our arrangement was for samples only, and that I was to retain possession of the subject. That is what we agreed, this is how the plan will be carried out."
What's that? It sounded like whispers over silence. "I think in light of the new development, you should reconsider. We can make faster progress if ..."
Angelique cut her off with calm yet stern authority, "Absolutely not. If you'd prefer, I'm sure I can find other organizations to sell these samples to. You here represent the most trustworthy, but others are out there. I admit they offer a very tempting boost on the current price."
The table murmured, but it sounded like dissonance was dying down. "Perhaps we could at least see the subject. As a gesture of good faith."
"Perhaps at a later date. For safety reasons the subject is no longer on the premises. For now, I have prepared these samples. Is that my payment? Yes, good. Then all is in order. I will contact you again when I'm ready to provide more." I heard the rustle of activity, "thank you, thank you for coming," and then quiet as a door closed.
Then I heard a new voice. Apparently not everyone had left. "You really did it Angelique? Your brought a male subject through the mesh? Wow. Where is it? Ohh, you can't hide this from me. It's here isn't it?" The way all of them referred to me as an object was beginning to bother me.
"Yes Gina. He is here. Put this on. His name is Steven, and remember, humans from that time were much smaller than we are now."