Information and exploration

Astrid's scent had been apparent to me before the injection, but it felt different now. It wasn't overpowering, but it took up a distinctly larger space in my consciousness. The scent talked to me, told me of her desire. It told me she wasn't fertile at the moment, but that she could be. I watched her free hand roam over her body, tracing lines up and down her torso, drifting closer to her nipples and pussy on either end of each stroke.

Her voice came slowly. "I never expected this," she murmured. "I guess that's why..."

I waited, expectantly, but she seemed absorbed in her touch. I pushed myself up against the headboard. The soft white sheet that had been covering my body descended, exposing my midsection. My cock pushed against the fabric, not fully hard, but certainly aware of the woman in the room. After a moment, it because clear Astrid wasn't going to say anything. I opened my mouth.

"Astrid, what were you saying? What didn't you expect?"

The sound seemed to rouse her from wherever she had gone. At the very least, she shook her head (causing her hair to cascade wonderfully down her naked back) and focused her eyes on me. When she spoke, her voice sounded stronger, similar to how it had been before the injection, but with a new note of vulnerability, of submissiveness.

"I've never administered that shots before. They told me a little bit of what I was in for, of course. I guess I hadn't ever thought through why people only ever give one of the golden doses."

"So you didn't know what was going to happen?" I asked.

"Well, I knew what I told you. Distilled masculinity, and all of that. I knew that the winners tended to take staff members home. I even know a few more things about the treatment -- things I was told to share with you afterwards. But actually being on the female end of that thing." She blinked quickly. I saw goosebumps emerge on her arms. "I think," she said slowly, "it's more than just fucking me. I think you _own _me now."

I already knew this, of course, but hearing her say it gave me a nice feeling of power which reverberated through my skin. I felt my cock throb. Astrid was Mine. I smiled at her, and replied "Yes, Astrid. I do. How does that feel for you?" I saw the gears turn in her head even as her hand settled between her legs. I couldn't see, but I knew she was idly touching herself. The smell of her arousal was slowly increasing.

"It's... different. Exciting. Scary. It feels like you are occupying a place in my existence that I simply didn't know was there before. I can sense your energy, humming along there. It's like all of the ways in which my body and mind could pay attention to another person have been trained to pay attention to you, and only you. It's like some essential essence of you has settled down deep into my soul. It's..." her voice trailed off slightly and she closed her eyes as a shudder went through her body. Her pleasure would have been obvious to me before, but in this new configuration of whatever-the-hell-we-were, it was a ripple of rainbow LEDs cresting across her body. The skin around her nipple tightened. Let's play with this, I thought.

I smiled, reached forward, and stroked her bent knee with the fingers of my left hand, expanding and contracting them in a light swirling pattern. She let out a small moan and shifted her weight towards me slightly. "So what, exactly, were you supposed to share with me afterwards?" I asked.

With a sharp intake of breath, Astrid opened her eyes. "Oh! Right. Sorry, uh..." she paused for a moment, head cocked to one side (I couldn't tell whether it was due to the increasing pleasure shooting up and down her spine or simply because she was thinking). "What should I call you, now? Things are different. Things feel different."

I hadn't considered this, but it made sense. Astrid was Mine, and her worldview was rearranging in ways large and small to adjust to that reality. One who is possessed certainly does not feel equal to one's possessor.

"You can call me what you want to, but I suggest 'Sir' in private, and 'Richard' in public," I said.

Her body visibly shuddered. The rainbow intensified briefly. Did she just cum from that suggestion?

"Yes, 'Sir'. That sounds good, Sir." she said, and there was hunger in her voice. She shifted her body, seemingly absentmindedly, until she was semi-straddling me, her left leg crossed over mine, her right leg bent so to keep my hand on her knee. I felt the heat of her pussy against the skin of my outer thigh. She ground her hips towards me, and her wetness pressed into my flesh. My cock was fully erect now. I hungered for her too, but it was the feeling of standing at the counter at the ice cream store. I knew I would get something delicious. I could wait, and I didn't think she quite could.

"So, pet. The shot? Or serum? What does it do?"

"Right. Sorry, Sir. It's a little, um, hard for me to focus right now. But the shot, yes. Distilled masculinity. It's supposed to unblock some of the pathways that have, um, atrophied over millennia of genetic and epigenetic evolution. We haven't been on the savannah in a long, long time, and so some of our, uh, primal instincts haven't received much attention." I felt her squeeze her thighs with certain words. Her eyes were closed. My cock throbbed pleasantly at the sensation. "You're going to notice things that were always there, but you didn't pay much attention to. Your perception of sight and smell... mmmm, especially smell... will change. Heighten."

"I think that's already happening," I broke in.

She opened her eyes, and a touch of her clinical tone returned. "Really? That's fast. What are you experiencing?"

"Your desire for me. It's Dorothy stepping into the Technicolor Oz for the first time. It's the smell, it's the ripples of your body. It's wonderful," I said.

She smiled, threw her head back, and groaned. "There's more, Sir, but first, may I just..." Without waiting for permission, she rolled her body atop of mine, straddling my legs above my knees. Her hips flared out pleasingly, continuing to undulate slowly, even though her pussy wasn't pressed particularly hard against me. One hand traced lines from her navel to her rib cage, the other circled gently above my pubic bone. She wasn't touching my cock, not yet.

"Careful, pet," I said. "Finish telling me what I need to know before we play."

"Of course, Sir. This is just a bit more, mmmm, comfortable, don't you agree?"

I grinned and flexed my pelvic floor in response, making my cock jump. She gasped slightly and flicked her eyes down to stare at my groin. They lingered there for a moment, then she returned to staring into my own. Her mouth was open in a slight pout. Almost there, I thought.

"There are a couple more mental effects. You'll find it easier to focus. Your, mmmm, executive function will increase. Social awareness, too. The details will depend on what all is already in that brain of yours, but you can expect challenges to feel easier and more intuitive. Think of it as a lube job for your neurons." She giggled softly at her metaphor.

"And the physical changes?" I asked. "Besides, you know, this?" I gestured down at my enhanced body, my longer, thicker rod now throbbing slightly with every rotation of her hips. Her hand was still tracing arcs back and forth along the boundary between my pubic bone and abdomen.

"Of course! We're perfecting you inside and out. Your physical changes will continue, once you replenish your calorie stock. You're stronger, faster, and deliciously more agile. But the best part is the smell." She paused for a moment and inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering closed. Her body shuddered in pleasure. A miniature orgasm? From my smell? Perhaps.

She continued. "Pheromones, sweat glands, I'm not sure exactly what. But you emit a smell that is irresistible to suitable women. Find a woman you want, think about claiming her, and simply apply proximity and time." At these words she raised her arms and shot her pointer finger on each hand toward the ceiling. She then brought them together and mimed an explosion while moaning and grinding her pussy more intensely into me. "Mmmmm, your lovely juicy smell is potent enough to overcome any resistance." She giggled again and returned to stroking my skin.

"Hold on. I have questions. What do you mean by 'suitable women'?"

"Capable of, mmmm, bearing your children, of course." She shuddered again while one of her hands moved to her lower abdomen. I was sure that I didn't need whatever social awareness enhancements I had been given to know that she was thinking about how suitable she was herself. In her defense, I was thinking about that exact thing myself. "And you'll have more than enough yummy cum to fill as many.... oooooo... pussies and wombs as you want. You'll probably need help.... mmmm... disposing of everything you'll produce. You'll be hungrier, for food and, mmmm, cunts." She's right. I feel the hunger. Her cunt is right there and it is indeed fertile.

She was gasping now, her words coming in short bursts. "Your offspring will enjoy these benefits too. And your cum will help your mates as well. Help draw out their primal femininity. They'll.... ohgodyes.... change for you. Glorious, delicious changes..." She trailed off. It was clear she was starting to lose the thread.

"Slow down, Astrid. Take a deep breath." I grabbed her hands with a firm but yielding grip, and made a show of inhaling deeply. We both got a dose of each other's scent, which made us both shudder, but it had the effect. When she exhaled, she seemed a little calmer. "I'm a little concerned here. I'm going to overcome women's resistance and then change them? What's this about? I'm not a **** and I don't want to be simply because I have some sort of super-cum."

She smiled at me, breathed again, and smiled. Her hips stopped their gyrations. She seemed to go inside herself for a moment. Then, her demeanor changed slightly. A touch of the clinician I had initially met seemed to reassert itself inside her. The edges of her eyes hardened, her posture stiffened.

"You're right. You won't. We wouldn't have picked you for the treatment if we thought you would use it to **** and hurt people. Look, just as men have lost their connection to their primal selves, so too have women. The memes of the modern era..." She shook her head. "There are a lot of scared, lost girls out there. And our researchers have found that there's something about male bodies, something about the information transfer of sex being asymmetric... I don't know. The point is, the easiest path for most women to reconnect with their primal femininity is through a suitably prepared man. In this case, you. Every woman you fuck will want it. Maybe only subconsciously at first, but by the end they'll be begging for it and more contented than they've ever been. And if they're truly incompatible with you, if their essence can't mesh with yours... you won't even be interested in them in the first place. I don't quite understand all the details, but quite a lot of signals pass between beings when they share physical space. You can trust your feelings."

I thought this through. "What about the changes?"

"Well, look at me! They've already started." She lifted a tit with one hand and pinched a thigh with the other. I looked at them. They were clearly bigger than when I first saw them exposed. "My exterior is changing to fit my interior. I imagine I'll continue to thicken up a bit in a few spots. Got to feed your babies, after all. That is, of course," she looked suddenly ****, "if you choose to _use _me for that purpose, to impregnate me."

"It's changing, too. I still have all of my intelligence, knowledge, skills, what have you. I just don't need to have them all the time and now I don't have to have them all the time. I can turn my brain off and let go. You can turn my brain off. And it feels so, so, so good to let go."

"What if I don't want this? What if I sent you away?" The voice inside of me, that voice of power, growled. I know you're hungry, I thought.

Her face looked pained. "Well, if you told me to leave, I'd leave. But I'm bonded to you now. Genetically. Molecularly. Neuro-chemical-sexually? I don't know that there's good language. Yeah, I'd leave, but I belong to you now, Sir, and even if you send me away, I'd still be yours."

She sighed. "Here's the thing: I want this. I signed up for this. I didn't know exactly what would happen, true, what form my, uh, liberation, would take. But I can already tell that this is exactly what I needed. You are exactly what I needed. I was uptight, cold, sad. And now I don't have to be, if I don't want to. I want this, and the women you interact with will want this too. They won't all change the same way. Not every primal woman is the same. Besides, what's done is done. Your body accepted the treatment. Your brain will catch up, don't worry."

I nodded slowly and swallowed. "I get it. I just need to know the terms. The, uh, parameters of this new space I've found myself in."

"Of course. Now you have them. And now your pet needs your delicious cock. That bimbo slut inside of me is hungry, goddamnit. Are you going to feed me?"