That only gets stranger.

Ben didn't even look up from his book when he heard the familiar sounds of the garage door closing and keys jangling in the small bowl by the door. Slight, bearded, with short messy hair and a slightly stooped posture from a lifetime of voracious reading, he didn't acknowledge her until her voice rang out from the kitchen.

"BLT?" Alice called, and he answered affirmatively. He was struggling to understand a subtle point about noesis and semiotics, so lost in thought that he jumped when Alice put a plate on the table next to him. He blinked and looked up at her, then smiled.

"How was work?" he asked. Alice pulled out the chair next to him and opened a bottled protein shake for herself.

"It was... Ben, there's been a breakthrough. I don't want to get your hopes up, but we found something really promising."

Ben's eyes widened. "Wow! Alice, that's amazing. I'm so proud of you! Was it something with the TMS conditioning?"

"No, no, much better! I think we have an actual, living example of FAM."

Ben's eyes widened and his mouth hung open. "...you're shitting me," he finally said. "Seriously? How? What did you do?"

Alice sighed and patted his arm. "Unfortunately, we didn't do anything. A delivery drone was involved in a serious accident last month. Apparently it caused a grand mal seizure - she doesn't even remember waking up that morning. She recovered from her physical injuries enough to go back to work last week, but people immediately noticed something different about her behavior."

Ben had a sudden fear that this was a dream or hallucination. After decades of effort, it seemed impossible that their white whale simply fell into their lap. Alice, sensing his disbelief, continued.

"We checked it out and it's real. This is an honest-to-God self-motivated woman. We ran every test we could think of and she passed all of them. Ben, I watched her fucking disobey a direct order!"

Ben pushed away the books and the untouched sandwich and stood with a familiar glint in his eyes. Without a word, Alice stood and spun on her heels. She pressed herself against the kitchen island as she had a thousand times before, dropping her professional skirt and black panties to her ankles. Ben's strong arms wrapped around her chest and her cheeks flushed when his rigid, throbbing manhood made contact with her vulva. One thrust and he was inside of her.

For Alice, having Ben fill her void was a quasi-spiritual experience. For those glorious few minutes when the hungry maw inside her was satiated by his excess, Alice was full. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, each thrust filled her out more. She was never more Alice than now, and he knew it and she knew he knew it and his sweat was dripping down onto her neck and his grunts and groans were getting faster and higher and for one moment, for one awesome, terrible, fist-clenching thigh-cramping shrieking pinprick of time he was pouring himself into her and she was stretched, inflated, scrawled across the raw person-ness that filled her innermost chamber-

Alice fell forward, breaths coming in ragged hitches. Ben slid back out of her and his seed was dripping down her leg and she was in love. He fell backwards into the dining chair, his rapidly-shrinking cock still flopping freely as he wheezed . Alice didn't want to turn around or clean up or acknowledge that it was over. She wanted to lay here and savor-

"Go clean up," he said, and she wanted to go clean up. She immediately retired to the bathroom. As she was carefully rinsing and washing herself, she reflected soberly on what had just happened. The mere thought that there was a woman out there possessed of her own will had sent Ben into some of the deepest paroxysms of arousal she'd ever seen. She dried off with toilet paper and admired her body in the mirror. For the first time in their lives, Ben's deepest desire was within reach; she couldn't suppress a spontaneous yelp of joy, and soon she was bent over the sink, gasping through a manic fit of giddy laughter.