Day 20

John and Julia are performing a duet striptease in their living room for the camera. To the average viewer, their movements are full of grace and sensuality, a performance sure to cause thousands of orgasms on their platform. The faces of the couple, however, are of frustration. With their increased control of their amazing bodies, there is a new expectation of perfection in their movements. A spin is short of a full rotation by 3 degrees, a foot is placed 1 centimeter too far to the left. These small aberrations are tormenting the couple. Their bodies show signs of hours of effort, covered in shimmering layers of sweat and even with their enhanced endurance, heavy breaths filling the air. Their living room floor has become scuffed and worn with the constant friction of hundreds of performances.

“Nearly there. Just a couple more adjustments.” John tells his wife, the newly christened Mrs. Julia Simons. Both people are completely nude, save for several pieces of jewelry. The massive ring on her finger and the multiple beautiful bracelets and necklaces adorning her regal limbs representing both his devotion as a husband and his appreciation for her body. Golden chains rest on her wrists and ankles, a diamond necklace plunges down into her massive cleavage. For the performance, Julia even went the extra mile and pierced her bellybutton, a process that was much more involved than they were expecting with her skin’s new toughness, and wrapped her hips in yet another thin golden chain connected to a diamond stud resting in the middle of her ripped midsection. Her hair is braided in interlacing ropes, and intricate network of loops and ties, all in service of limiting her full, nearly knee length hair to sit just below her shoulders. Several glittering hair accessories adorned her head, creating even more shine than her natural hair. The overall effect gave her the look of an erotic dancer out of legend. The kind of performer who could commune with gods, summon spirits, or give prophecies.

John was also draped in gold, a massive golden ring adorning his right hand, far thicker than a normal wedding band. His wrists bear thick golden bracelets, chains hanging from them as though he had burst bondage. In a bold decision by Julia, he had allowed her to paint several designs onto his arms and torso. Ancient Gaelic and Celtic, an afternoon’s light learning for Julia, told of his intelligence, strength and quality as a man. It praised his brilliant form, including several lines specifically detailing the mighty size and potency of his manhood. These words were meticulously painted in small writing over his body, along with a larger art piece. A black and grey nebula weaved its way across his left shoulder and onto his upper chest, the spiraling arms of individual galaxies nestled in the clouds of matter. In a detail known only to them, the positions of the stars and galaxies of the nebula matched the projected positions the heavenly bodies held in the sky at the moment of their union. John had spent a highly satisfying day tracking and mapping the positions for Julia to

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](http://use.As) the couple towel off their drenched bodies, there is a knock at their door. In the instant after the first knock, the door immediately shattered, flinging wooden shrapnel across the foyer and embedding it into the wall. Both people turn and look at the entryway. A woman’s form ducks underneath the door frame, squeezing through the opening one shoulder at the time, clearly too large to enter in a normal way. As she stands at full height, it becomes clear that she is half a head taller than John. Her blonde hair is the color of pure gold and moves softly in a nonexistent breeze. Her massive body is a combination of John and Julia, possessing the brutish size and definition of John, and the shapeliness and curves of Julia. Her skin is a deep, nearly artificial bronze, perfectly smooth and youthful. As John’s eyes trace up the woman, he is struck with a face shaped into a parody of sexual allure. Lips larger than any natural woman could dream, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, golden eyes holding shining pink irises. The woman has the smirk and countenance of an apex predator. John is the first to break the strange silence.

“Ms. Hollister.” The woman smiles, her teeth pure ivory. The voice that comes out of the gigantic body is layered; the original voice of Theresa Hollister underpins by a breathy whisper that immediately stirs the loins of both Simons.

“Hello, professor. Do you like the new me? I picked out the outfit just for you.” She gives a spin to show off the strained clothing barely covering her insane body. A men’s sweatshirt barely covers the bottoms of her breasts, the sleeves ripped completely off to show the bulging mass of her arms. A bikini bottom, pressed hard to a constantly leaking pussy and completely engulfed by her bronze cheeks does nothing to hide the inhumanely thick legs that carry her with unnatural smoothness.

“But, how? You didn’t have any of John’s cum?” Julia is perplexed but has not allowed herself to show the fear coursing through her, adopting a stance of playful curiosity.

“Your friend Sylvie! I saw the stream and recognized her. She took my high school graduation photos! And soon she’s going to do my doctorate photos as well. Did you know she was a massive squirter?” Theresa turns to John, “Thanks for the boost professor, intro to bio is child’s play now!” She gives a wink and in a moment that shocks both John and Julia, a gout of precum spurts from his turgid cock. “Aww, what a cute little tribute.” Theresa moves with unexpected rapidity, her platform heels thudding as she stops at the puddle. She bends down and scoops up the liquid on her finger, taking a decadent taste. Her face scrunches and a frown crosses her face. “You taste… normal. Like you don’t have serum in you anymore. What a pity. I still do.” She moves closer to the couple, spurring both to create space between themselves and the hulked-out student.

“Easy Theresa, we can fix this.” John holds his hands out protectively.

A lilting laugh echoes through the house. “Fix this? THIS? I’m fucking perfection now and getting better every day. I just came here to see if I could get some juice from the source, but I see that now I’ll have to just take your research and make it for myself.”

“THE HELL YOU WILL! Now, I’ve tried to keep calm here, but you destroy my door, damage my house, waltz in here after doing dangerous experiments and then have the fucking GAUL AND TEMERITY TO SAY YOU’RE GOING TO STEAL MY WORK? FUCK YOU, BITCH.” John’s body has begun to pump with adrenaline, filling his muscles with energy and size. His veins are racing up and down his neck and arms. Julia has begun to move to the side to give the two behemoths space. Despite his rage, John is still painfully erect. Julia focuses her mind, altering her own chemistry to clear the pheromones Theresa is pumping into the air so that John can think clearly. Theresa’s glimmering eyes shift over to her.

“Oh, you have that little trick too! How adorable, you’re like a smaller, less hot me.” The tone of Theresa’s voice is infinitely mocking, as though she was speaking to a toddler.

“Leave her alone, Theresa, you’re clearly just concerned with me.” John moves to circle Theresa away from Julia, trying to place the gigantic girl between the two of them.

“Concerned with you? Ha. I have Sylvie tied up in my new condo. I don’t need you. I just need your work.” Her eyes begin to glow again, a heady smell of roses and feminine arousal floods into the room. “You’ll go get it for me, won’t you?” John feels his guard dropping, his feet nearly moving without his approval. “Oh darn, not quite there yet, am I? It works with normal people at least. You won’t believe how many finance guys will just give you their entire portfolio if you bat your eyes in their direction.” Another giggle emanates from Theresa, layered with a moan of pleasure. “I’m worth 9 figures now after I learned how to predict the options market and manipulate my investments. You two really gave up early to settle for whoring yourselves out for simps online.” John grits his teeth, his jaw flexing with ****.

“You can’t have my work, Theresa.” The girl moves to within an arm’s reach of John.

“Then I guess we have to do this the hard way.” Her face is a mask of sadism and pleasure, clearly delighted that this is the path that John has chosen. Faster than the camera can register, John is punched into the wall of the living room, his body embedded into the drywall. Despite the speed and **** of the strike, John only seems to be winded. “Oh, you’re a tough one. How interesting. So the serum has special gifts for each of us.” John is pulled out of the destroyed wall and lifted off of his feet. Theresa’s huge hand is wrapped around his neck, barely letting air into his windpipe. John is already fading after a few seconds. “Last chance before this gets bad, Johnny. Give me the files.”

“Fuck. You.” John manages to grunt before he desperately throws a kick to Theresa’s midsection. The **** is enough to push her several feet back to the middle of the room but does not cause her to release her grip on his throat. With a roar of anger, Theresa spikes him into the floor, splintering the hardwood and planting him into the foundation. John feels the air driven from his lungs; stars fill his eyes. He does not have the strength to extract himself from the concrete. Theresa giggles again.

“I think I’m overdressed. Guess I can have a little bit of fun before I leave you with your basic whore.” Theresa tears her clothes effortlessly from her body, revealing the body of a goddess in all its glory. Despite the pain, despite the knowledge of what she plans to do, John cannot help but marvel at her beauty. Even his advanced mind struggles to even comprehend what he is seeing, his cock shoots another burst of pre, the massive amount of lubricant coating his rod. Theresa straddles him and holds her pussy above his turgid head. “Ready to lose yourself to me, John? Remember how you said you’d ruin me? Well, I’m going to ruin you. After this, your wife is never going to compare. She’s never going to be this sexy, this powerful, is she? So, you’ll never experience this again. But I’ll remember you, Professor, while I’m on my private island or when I’m taking over government office. You’ll be forgotten by everyone else, but I’ll remember. You’ll still be jacking off for perverts’ pocket money, chasing the dragon of my perfect pussy. You’ll probably even leave your wife.” She breaks into a full laugh. “I can’t believe I get to do this. I get to conquer a god.”

She sinks onto his cock, wrapping him in perfect velvet. The feeling of entering her can only be described as transcendent. John nearly loses consciousness as the overload of pleasure reaches his brain. Theresa leans down and scrapes a nail across his powerful pecs. For the first time in weeks, John feels pain. His skin rips in a miniscule line, not much larger than a paper cut, but when you’ve spent the last 10 days functionally impervious to damage, any pain is a shock to the system. He gives a loud cry of pain, much to Theresa’s delight. “Oh yes, scream for me. You could have had me, had this. But you refused me my reward. Now you only get this taste. And John…” Theresa moves her face next to his to whisper in his ear, a hiss that wraps its power around his mind and plunges it into a bath of endorphins and pain. “You don’t get to cum.”

As John cries out in pain again, this time at the vice grip of Theresa’s superhuman pussy on his cock, a flash passes by Theresa’s back. Suddenly Julia is there, and Theresa is screaming, flailing her arms to reach something that has struck her in the back. “YOU WHORE!” Julia smiles sweetly.

“Goodnight, cunt.” Theresa’s elevated heart rate and respiration moves the tranquilizer quickly through her bloodstream. She moves to attack Julia, but her senses are already dulled, and her motor skills are slowed. Julia, with all her grace and finesse, dodges the lumbering oaf’s attacks. With one final swing, Theresa falls onto her face, a sickening crack sounding from her nose impacting the exposed concrete. Julia pulls John from the foundation.

“I hit her with a dose of the RV serum and enough tranquilizer to put down roughly 3 horses. That should hold her for long enough to secure her, somehow, and let her pass the RV through her system.” John takes her gently in his arms, kissing her.

“Thank you, Julia. You saved me.” John is still physically depleted, breathing heavily. “We need to clear out the air in this room, the pheromones are still crazy in here.” He looks over at the camera still blinking with the recording light. “Well, at least it wasn’t on stream, I think I’m done with rehearsals for today.” Julia can only chuckle as the video is cut.