Interlude 1: Further Ripples and Future Problems

Wakeford Manor, England - 2121

Victoria moaned happily and threaded her hand through the hair of the latest in a long line of powerful women to go on their knees between her legs. Politicians, Academics, Artists, Soldiers, it didn't matter who they were or what they did, everyone had levers to pull and buttons to press. And Victoria Waterfield was very good at finding those weaknesses and exploiting them mercilessly. Not to their detriment, of course - but there were so many people who, even with all of their beauty, talent and intelligence, simply lacked much vision. Like Zoe Heriot, for instance; the woman was vastly intelligent, surprisingly idealistic and fiercely determined, but her life's ambition seemed to be to protect Earth from would-be conquerors and otherwise let it progress at its own pace. It was all so... limited.

Still, Victoria thought to herself, she is excellent at cunnilingus.

The genius may not have had the same interpersonal skill as the noblewoman, but her knowledge of anatomy and razor-sharp mind were a potent combination indeed. Plump, moist lips that normally found themselves wrapped around a hot, hard shaft proved equally adept at planting delicate and not-so-delicate kisses on Victoria's slit, while her tongue alternated between slow licks of Victoria's lower lips and leisurely probing between them. It was clear that Zoe was trying to drag this out for as long as possible, slowly working the older woman - not that she looked it - to just before her peak and then keeping her there for as long as possible. If Victoria weren't so well-practiced at doing that to herself, it might even have been overwhelming. But for a woman who had once kept herself edging for almost a week on a lark, she mused, it's more of a chance to relax.

And to see her body work its magic on yet another headstrong lady in need of some direction. She had cultivated her body's flavour over the decades through all manner of mundane and exotic methods, seeking to make herself just as intoxicating as the man who had saved her from life as nothing more than a hot piece of ass early two centuries ago and allowed her to taste him as thanks - as appetising, as addictive, as deliciously feminine as he was overwhelmingly masculine. And then, when she was finally so irresistibly desirable, she would track him down and wring the secret the Doctor's change in attitude from him as completely as she would wring the cum from his balls.

London, England - 1965

Angela eyed the saleswoman skeptically, and not just because women going door-to-door to sell products had always struck her as suspicious. "And on top of all of that guff about making me thin, you expect me to believe that these pills are going to make this-" She gestured to the unfortunate legacy of two children and the resultant homemaker's lifestyle. "-migrate to more attractive places." The saleswoman nodded far too enthusiastically for Angela's liking. "Exactly," she chirped, "I don't pretend to understand the science, but I do have plenty of evidence that it works!" Angela bit down a remark about how clearly she could see both pieces of the woman's evidence in the tight yellow dress she was wearing, and watched her retrieve a set of photographs from her suitcase.

She had to admit, they painted a very convincing story of a dumpy girl slowly slimming down in every way except the ones where men would have preferred her to stay fat. The middle ones were a nice touch especially - no Avon lady who'd come to her door ever brought up the part that went between 'before' and 'after' - even if the dates and times printed in the top corner of each photograph dropped their credibility a bit. "I know, I know," the saleswoman said after looking at her expression, "five days seems a bit unbelievable, but I was one of the testers for the really high-strength ones - the ones we're not allowed to sell without a doctor's note or ten. Here-" A small yellow box of pills was thrust into Angela's hand. "-take these as a sample. Guaranteed to show signs of slimming within a week, and their best result in four. If you're happy to stop there, then we've got lots of other products for you to try."

By the time Angela finally managed to shoo the woman away, she'd had a catalogue, the pills and the card for a bespoke ladies' outfitter foisted onto her. She rolled her eyes, cursed all door-to-door salespeople and vowed never to indulge such flights of fancy.

Six weeks and a lapse in willpower later, she found herself twisting and turning in front of the mirror while making an impressed face, wondering if this 'LipoChange Pharmaceuticals' made something a bit stronger.

Taos, USA - 2015

"Go on, facefuck that slut," Georgia gasped, staring raptly at the pretty young blonde on her monitor get another enormous cock stuffed down her throat. The girl was a mess - her face plastered with drool and precum, her lipstick smeared and her mascara running - and Georgia couldn't help but find it so fucking hot! "Feed her your cum!" When Lacey had messaged her, looking like she'd just dyed her hair blonde and gotten a pair of the biggest lip fillers she could afford, Georgia had laughed and dismissed it as a sign that she'd actually shelled out for a model of phone with halfway-decent camera filters. When she'd followed up her selfie with an email containing the files for Sandi Suxxx's entire back catalogue and a demand that Georgia watch them, she'd been confused but intrigued.

When, halfway through the third video, Lacey had messaged her again asking how she was liking the videos, Georgia had been too busy masturbating to answer. Something about seeing Miss Suxxx wrap her clearly-augmented lips around cock after cock was almost addictive - Georgia just couldn't stop watching! Five, ten, twenty men in every scene, all blowing their loads in Sandi's mouth or on her face, and all Georgia could do was sit and rub and marvel at the cocksucking skill on display. More than that, she had to marvel at the sheer single-mindedness of the girl; from what she'd been able to find on her phone when she tore her eyes away from the monitor for a moment, Candi Suxxx might as well be a ghost outside of her videos, existing only to guzzle cum and wring men dry with her mouth.

"Please," the woman on screen gasped desperately, "I need you!" Georgia's eyes widened as Sandi stared directly into the camera - no, directly out at her. "I need you! Give it to me!" Tendrils of pink energy lashed out of the screen and latched onto Georgia's head as she screamed, her face distorting as wisps of something began to billow out of her face and towards the screen. "I need it! I need you!" Georgia's hand continued to plunge two fingers into her pussy as her screams tapered of into a long moan, first of despair and then of pleasure. "Give it all to me!"