Chapter 34: Requiem for A Nymphomaniac

Misty sat in the ornate wooden chair with her hands on her lap, staring at the still brewing cup of tea on the table. She was currently clad in an extremely expensive silk robe, her hair still wet from the shower she just took. Nicoletta was in there right now, washing herself clean of the…mess they made.

Magnus sat across from the table from her, also adorned in a robe, comically stretched across his slowly building body. He also sat staring at another cup of tea brewing, trying as hard as he could to not make any kind of human conversation at all.

Silence. It is what he did not want to end.

“Well,” Misty finally said, making Magnus internally curse, “You definitely have been practicing man…why don’t you pull any of that out for class or the group?” She said picking up the tea. She was genuinely curious, the sex they just had was phenomenal. Sure, Magnus had a cock on him, one that could keep growing according to Nicoletta, but it was like he innately knew how to use it to make Misty cum multiple times in a row. He didn’t talk much, basically letting Misty Noxx live her best nurse scene fantasy, but it felt like he just knew how to be the perfect partner. Oh yea, and Misty Noxx was there. Misty felt at home constructing a story all on her own now. Like second nature.

“I am just not into the whole, sex school setting, alright?” Magnus replied, sipping the tea slowly. It was a half-truth of course, the main reason being that he didn’t want people to give him a side eye for being a Maximus while he tried to underhand Mathias on his own.

“It’s Jenna, isn’t it?”

Magnus spat out his tea.

“I mean, it is fucking obvious dude. Ever since we saw you for the first time in class both of you have been cagey as hell around each other. Avoiding eye contact, sitting on the opposite side of the room, bolting after class?” She pointed out as Magnus tried to towel off the massive stain on the silk robe that he was sure would cost more than everything he earned in life so far.

“I don’t know what you are getting at, we just don’t mesh, so we don’t do anything in class.” Magnus deflected.

“Bullshit! That kiss you both shared the first day was like you have known each other for years Magnus...or should I say Arthur?”

Great…another mind reading super slut, Magnus thought as he prepared for whatever she was about to say.

“You DO know her, don’t you? Come on, you can be honest!”

“You and I have barely talked with each other since we got here.”

“Bro, ten minutes ago you covered me and KGB with enough cum to frost a wedding cake, I think we are well past the acquaintances part of this! So, she knew you as Arthur, at least that is what she called you that first day in class, Arthur Mathis right? But you go by Magnus now, quite the name change.” Misty laughed as she tapped her chin with her finger.

“Look you can make all the guesses you want, but I have to go.” Magnus went to get out of the chair when he was met with a pair of electric eyes.

“Now now,” Nicoletta said as she slinked over to the table in her own robe, a much more garish and fur lined version of the two that Magnus and Misty wore, “We are not done here Magnus, I am still curious as well about this connection with Jenna.”

“Well, that is great, maybe the both of you can trade theories, I have to go.”

“Leave, and I go straight to Marsha and Beth.” Nicoletta said with a sudden cutting coldness that mad Misty flinch…but she noticed her nipples perked up, rubbing against the silk of the robe, making her immediately warm.

Magnus sighed. Great. By the balls again.

He grumbled and sat back down at the chair as Nicoletta sipped at her new cup of tea, when Misty snapped her fingers.

“Well, I know you did not meet Jenna in college or high school. Tso didn’t recognize you, and I don’t remember anybody named Arthur from when we were in 9th to 12th, in fact, Jenna didn’t date anything that wasn’t her work for eight years.”

“Continue, Ms. Noxx, I am interested in your hypothesis and how it would match mine.” Nicoletta said in a warm agreement. Misty felt her heartbeat rapidly, she called her Ms. Noxx. It felt so right.

“It can’t have been a random occurrence too, the way you both react to each other suggests that there was connection…from before high school…Hmmmm…”

Nicoletta raised her eyebrow at Magnus as Misty broke it down in front of him, he was starting to sweat a bit.

“Ah, I think you are on to something Ms. Noxx. May I cut in?” Nicoletta said as she put her cup down and Misty nodded, also intrigued.

“I too ruled out any moment of Academia, as I am sure Marsha would have made sure that our friend here never got close to Jenna during those years if he was...of his ilk. So, it had to happen before, before you changed your name to Magnus.” Nicoletta said as she crossed her hands and held her head in a cradle, a foxlike grin across her as she cross examined the now sweating Magnus who sat like a stone.

“Childhood to adolescence? Right, makes sense…Jenna did always talk about going on trips with her parents abroad over the summer…but judging by your accent, and the fact you are circumcised, that rules that out. The accent puts you as Californian, but maybe North California, born in maybe Sacramento or San Francisco I assume?” Misty Farber was back for the moment, full anthropology mode engaged. All she needed was her chucks and cardigan.

“San Francisco yes.” Magnus found himself grumbling

“So, Mathias didn’t raise you?” Nicoletta said curiously. She knew that Mathias was also born in San Francisco and moved to Los Angeles, where he remained till this very day.

“So that means you must have met Jenna at one of those camps she used to talk about. Sleep away camps for science and space, right?” Misty said excitedly, narrowing down the field.

Magnus nodded, feeling all the progress he made these few months slip through his fingers.

“Well that explains why you were so awkward together, definitely a bit of a shock to reunite with a friend from adolescence in a class where we were all kissing each other…but then your kiss…OH MY GOD!”

Nicoletta cocked her eyebrow at the excited Misty and looked at Magnus, who was just waiting for the discovery to come out.

“Jenna said she had her first kiss at one of those camps. YOU! IT WAS YOU!” Misty said triumphantly.

“Yes alright, you can knock off the Sherlock routine.” Magnus admitted in a defeated tone.

“Well. This is certainly a development.” Nicoletta said with an air of amusement and surprise.

Misty sat back in her chair with her head held high. Then she suddenly realized she completely forgot the reason she came to Nicoletta’s apartment in the first place. That post cum haze is powerful here of course. But before she even opened her mouth, Nicoletta held a finger to her lips, predicting her move.

“Now, it seems coincidence has brought you two to me, one to ask a question about or involving Jenna, and one who I caught trying to apologize to Jenna. What a wonderful intersection of threads…”

Magnus and Misty exchanged glances.

“Magnus, you are to tell me everything. Everything. Why you were down in the library, why you were to apologize to Jenna, why you are here in the first place. Misty, then you can ask me your inquiry. If I am right, and I rarely am not, we will have a solution on this by the time tea is done.”

Magnus gulped. Misty looked on in awe, or fear, of the presence before her.

“Let’s start at the beginning then. Tell me Magnus, what made you want to become a Graduate?”

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“That’s right, just like that! Oh, yea eat my pussy baby. It is getting so wet for you!” Tso cried out

Below her, a brunette greedily lapped away at her cunt while she massaged her tits, lying back on the stage in the modeling studio. Off to the right, a befuddled bald man with a ripped physique sat stroking his cock at the sight of the two sexual creatures before him.

“Don’t look so crestfallen Pietro,” Tso said breathlessly as she sat on the lip of the stage and grabbed the brunettes head, gasping and giggling as she **** her to be fully engulfed by the soaked glory of her now enhanced pussy, “Use this as motivation, you almost had her on that last walk, but I can’t give points to somebody who trips over a scarf.”

Pietro just frowned as he kept massaging himself. He and Claudia were chosen to come up here to model some of Tso’s new pieces. Both eagerly agreed, as the suddenly fully sexualized Tso was making a reputation for both the widespread style of her clothing and the fact that she was fucking like she was already a Graduate. The one who modeled the best, got to fuck. The loser had to watch, which some did on purpose.

Claudia giggled as she felt the pulsing muscles of Tso’s pussy massage her tongue right back. She tasted so good. It was like having her face buried in heaven.

“That’s it, that’s it, OH YEA!!!!” Tso cried out as she came and squirted all over Claudia’s face, causing the brunette to flinch backwards as it hit her dead on in-between the eyes. She quickly wiped her face with her hand and tasted Tso. Just as heavenly.

“You two will be in the final showcase for sure.” Tso sighed as she leaned up to sit on the stage, legs crossed in front of her, slick with her cum. Beth had suggested after learning of her rapid progress that they lay the plans for her final exam now, and naturally the first thing Tso thought of was a huge fashion show. The models she picked would show off what would become her brand out in the real world. Then it would end in a massive gang bang where she would make them all cum one by one. A sexual fashion revolution.

“Will we get another chance to practice?” Pietro said, not really hiding the fact that he still wanted to fuck, still stroking his cock. He was cut off by Claudia, who made him gasp as she stuck his cock in her mouth and began to slowly suck it off, looking up at him with a spray-soaked smile.

“Pietro you can always hit me up during the orgy, besides, it seems you are going to get what you need tonight anyway!” Tso laughed as she stood up and activated the tiny auto mop and vacuum the studio had to clean up the occasional mess like this. Thanks to Tso it was getting way more use.

Pietro grunted as he and Claudia scooped up their things and ran out of the design studio to go release from their friendly competition. Tso sighed and stretched out, looking up at the two mannequins with the outfits that both her models showed off.

Claudia wore an evening gown, made of a shimmering silver fabric, backless, with the top half a halter style cowl that showed a sinful amount of cleavage, pared with a beautiful white faux fur half coat. She wore 6-inch heels, same color as the dress, a new kind that turned into a pair of flats for the end of a long night. Genius idea really. The dress itself also featured a new technology that eliminated the need for tape, the only thing that would take this dress off would be the wearer in the bedroom, or wherever they decided to fuck.

Pietro wore the newest version of what she called the stud suit. It would be the key piece in the male half of her portfolio. A double-breasted jacket made with a carbon fiber fabric pattern, a matching dress shirt made from material that would shape itself to the wearer depending on their body type thanks to nano fabric, matching pants with a self-adjusting belt, Italian loafers, a classic pair of aviators, and a feature scarf. Pietro didn’t tie it correctly and he nearly wiped out.

She briefly had a panic attack, but he avoided ruining the brand-new item, Pietro was in the model track of course, he knew how to improvise.

She turned and walked into the shop bathroom. Tso chuckled, thinking at how many of these full shower bathrooms were in this place, in almost every major room, for convenience as one never wanted to walk around with cum all over them, unless that was their thing of course.

She let the water cascade over her body and wash away the sweat and sweet scent of sex. The water felt so relaxing as it rolled down her chest, her abs, her ass. She paused for a moment, realizing that this body was in fact hers. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t fake, it was real. She had this thought more times than she could count. Maybe it was the serenity of that post coital shower, but Tso recalled the past few weeks in stark contrast to her life before the Factory. Before Jenna’s machine, she was the exact opposite of this new version of her. She was making clothing that would have taken her years in the outside world. She could now deadlift her weight by herself. And of course, the sex. Before this, Tso could count on one hand the number of times she was intimate with a man. Now? She had sex every night, with men and women.

It just felt normal now. Odd to say. Well, almost normal, she still had to wait for Misty and Jenna to get to this level of bliss.

The thought of Jenna snapped her back to reality. The worry of her friend still was her priority. She remembered that first meeting with the Doc, where he described what to do if you felt like the **** regiment was off or if you felt uncomfortable in the Graduate process. Every time Misty and Tso would try to talk to her, she would just run away. Misty said today she was going to investigate somethings on her own and get back to her, but Tso had not taken the first move on her side of the plan.

Marsha.

She started to soap up as she tried to lay out what to do. In the context of this place, Marsha was a bimbo god, a total 10/10 who oozed sexuality and was the Factory ideal. To Tso though, even with her new body and sexual awakening, Marsha was still Mrs. Franklin to her. She remembered when she made them all Margaritas and would watch horror movies in the movie room at their massive house. How she would take them to wonderful brunch places in New York when she would visit Jenna at their apartment. She was kind, thoughtful, and very fashion forward to Tso’s recollection. Now though, she had seen Marsha naked every single day, she watched her masturbate with a 15-inch dildo in a class designed to show the ladies how to properly angle certain cocks to get your g spot on every stroke.

Not to mention Jenna was there at every class. And they said nothing to each other.

How could she approach Marsha without sounding her alarm, because the last thing she wanted to do had Marsha go completely mom mode on Jenna too.

She pouted to herself as she finished the shower and reached for a towel, drying off and dressing herself in an outfit she picked out, a dark violet romper with matching six-inch heels. The legs were cut off at the top of her thighs, framing her supple booty in the soft purple fabric. The front buttons only went up halfway, so her girls were on prominent display. She also found that when not relaxing or working out, her go to was always heels. Once she saw how they made her ass pop, it was really a no brainer.

As she was drying her hair, feeling it instantly gain the same volume and shimmering quality it had mere hours ago, she continued to hypothesis how to approach Marsha. Every scenario ended in an awkward mess in her mind.

“I need to meet with Misty, see what she came up with.” She finally sighed as she fluffed up her hair in the mirror and blew herself a quick kiss. A little vanity never hurt anybody after all.

She sashayed out of the bathroom in her heels, relishing in the metronome like sway of her ass, thinking of how it would look when it was on a runway, everyone watching her. She was so out of it, she yelped as she saw somebody standing in front of her mannequins. She recognized the silky black hair immediately.

“I figured you were in there Tso, just admiring these outfits in the meantime. You really have come a long way!” Marsha said as she turned to face a suddenly nervous Tso.

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Captain Edwards and Captain Phillip stood on the stairs with their hats under their arms. Normally Ed would have chastised Phil when he told them they had to greet their passenger like they were flying in the 50’s, but after what he saw that passenger do, he didn’t want to question it.

Rebecca and George stood beside them, now fully clothed in their normal attendant outfits. The only telling signs of what happened in there were the slight red marks on Rebecca’s cheeks from a tightened ball gag and a little spotty mascara, George was walking with a little bit of a gait. Anybody would after they were pegged for most of a transcontinental flight.

Athena stepped between the curtain, dressed in a brand-new power suit of cerulean blue and gold, the older one chucked thanks to George’s spill. The pants were practically painted onto her legs, and the dress shirt wasn’t even buttoned up her chest, her high-profile tits barely staying in the fabric as the jacket framed them. A pair of five-inch wedge sandals made her figure even more imposing. A gold chain hung from her neck and nestled right above the cleavage. A modern-day warrior.

George flinched as she passed him, barely giving him a time of day. Rebecca straightened up, but Ed could have sworn he saw her nipples perk up underneath her outfit. Phil was the first to speak.

“Have a wonderful day Ms. A, shall we keep the jet ready for your return?”

The amazon put on a pair of lightly tinted sunglasses and leveled her gaze to the pilot. Normally she wouldn’t give this filth a time of day, but she was tasked by Mathias to represent him and keep up appearances.

“No Captain, I will be staying in California for a while. You can fly back as soon as you refuel.”

Ed immediately relaxed. He thanked the lord that this would only be a one-way trip with this being.

“However, you,” Athena said as she pointed at Rebecca, “You will be coming with me.”

George went to stand in front of Rebecca, but she calmly **** him behind her. She looked at all three of her companions and gave a soft shrug as she followed Athena down the steps of the plane.

Waiting at the bottom of the steps was a long limo, the chauffer holding the door open as Athena’s luggage was loaded into the trunk. She bent down and climbed in, beckoning Rebecca to join her.

Rebecca sat opposite of her as the doors shut and the limo began to drive away. Athena took up the whole backseat, and just stared at her. Rebecca tried to not make eye contact, lest she be eaten.

“Take off your clothes.” Athena finally said.

Rebecca gave a pleading look, which Athena just continued to stare through.

She shakingly stripped naked, sitting in the side seat of the limo now nude.

“Masturbate.”

“Ms. Athena, if I may…”

“Did I say you could speak?”

Rebecca immediately shut up. When she spoke up on the plane after George tripped and spilled soda on Athena’s jacket, it got her encased in a latex suit with a dildo attached.

“Spread your legs and take care of your pussy.”

Rebecca spread her legs slightly and slowly moved her hand between them. She started to play with herself slowly, hoping to satisfy this woman’s request as normally as possible. She was nervous, in fact she was so nervous that she felt slick with…

“You are soaking wet down there, aren’t you?” Athena mused as she leaned forward

Rebecca could only gasp as she felt the sticky damp sensation of sexual arousal on her fingers.

“I figured. You barely hid it on the plane. I know you were distressed, but you loved fucking that simpleton in the ass, didn’t you?” Athena said with a smirk as her nipples now poked through the fabric of her shirt, the only things holding the garment over her chest at this point.

Rebecca felt scared as she picked up the pace naturally with her fingers. Not scared of Athena, but because she was right.

“Stop.” Athena commanded, making Rebecca immediately close her legs.

Athena slid over to the couch and in one fluid motion snaked her hand down there and inserted three of her fingers inside Rebecca. The flight attendant yelped as Athena plunged into her with robotic precision.

“You should consider yourself lucky, I was just going to use one of the slaves at HQ but turning some new blood to the cause is so much more exciting.” Athena whispered into her ear as she felt Rebecca orgasm around her fingers, babbling as she kept hitting her g spot to prolong the sensation.

She pushed Rebecca down to laying on the seat, and she started to lick her from chest to crotch. Rebecca knew this was not good, but why did she feel like she wanted more.

“You are going to be my companion for this little trip. The identities the master gave me calls for a lesbian couple, looking to relax and recharge at the factory. Two graduates who are no longer with us thanks to my part,” She said as she licked her lips at the sight of Rebecca’s pussy, “So, you clearly meet this prerequisite, but unfortunately there is a slight issue.”

“Wha…what issue…” Rebecca said softly as Athena laughed.

“The other partner was also a body building type. So, when we get to HQ, I need to get to work on you immediately.” She hissed as her tongue snaked out and plunged into Rebecca’s pussy.

Rebecca screamed in pleasure. Athena’s tongue was writing around inside of her. It felt like a separate creature was inspecting every surface of her inner walls. She came hard, going cross eyed.

Athena laughed as she leaned back up licking her lips with a tongue that looked a bit longer then even an enhanced tongue should. Every part of her was a gift from Mathias. Her tongue was part machine, the muscles combined with the latest cybernetic implants to reach into the deepest parts of a ****, or completely curl around his cock at his whim.

“You taste like panic, fear, and honey.” The amazon said breathily as she pulled Rebecca up and **** her tongue down the Rebecca’s throat, wrestling the moaning girl’s tongue and making sure her mouth was coated with her own juices.

“I can’t wait to change the taste of you even more…and soon you will eagerly anticipate it too.” She said as Rebecca felt a tiny prick on the side of her neck, a syringe depositing a small amount of sedative into her system. As she faded away to sleep, she heard Athena pick up her phone and issue some orders.

“Hi Doctor, did you miss me? Listen closely, I need a lab prepped and ready for a new patient. One of my own experiments. Do you still have doses of Athena on file? Perfect. I will need one. Mathias? He has given me permission to do whatever it takes. Are you questioning his judgement? That’s what I thought. See you in a few minutes.”

The last glimpse Rebecca had of light was the almost glowing eyes of Athena, and then darkness.

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Jenna stared at the console.

As she had for the last hour. Unmoving. Dialed in.

Two monitors displaying three different rounds of test results stared back at her.

One, of Wendy Jensen’s current dosages of the Factory’s **** cocktail, before she became a full Graduate.

The other, a record from the factory archives of her very first dosages of the cocktail.

To the naked eye, both readouts would have looked the same, or like gibberish. A compilation of scientific data all with the same looking numbers about formula and percentages, cascading down the screen like an endless fall of numbers.

Not to Jenna though, to her it was like reading a deep novel. The DNA of the Factory’s secrets were right in front of her, and with each turn of the novel’s page, more interesting data appeared.

And in this case, it was even more interesting that one of these nearly identical novels, was a forgery. A well-made forgery, a perfect replica almost, but a forgery none the same.

“Mistress, you have been staring at that forever.” Wendy whined as she spun around in a lab chair behind Jenna.

Yes. I agree. We could be sucking on some nice cock right now you know.

Even Jenna’s new inner monologue wasn’t going to deter her from this. When Wendy finally stopped eating her out, she dragged her down to the **** archives to get her samples and bring them back to the lab. This master that Wendy kept going on about had something to do with her **** makeup, if she solved that, then she can get to the bottom of what he was trying to do?

Clever little bitch, thinking she could dominate us. Nobody can.

“I know, but since you won’t tell me what the difference is here, I have to figure it out the hard way.” Jenna said back in her normal voice as she scanned through the compositions one more time, hoping to see something that she missed.

Wendy blew air out of her lips. The absent-minded slut looked around the lab at all the equipment, landing on the massive tank. She remembered summarizing Jenna’s work in one of her briefs to Mathias, but she never saw it up close. A little natural curiosity seeped in.

“Mistress, how does this thing work anyway?” She said as she got up and looked into the now empty tank.

“Hm? The chamber?” She said, not even deviating from the formulas in the process.

“Yea, is it like some giant jacuzzi or something? Bet we can fit a whole bunch of hot bimbos in here, nothing but slutty bikinis, have ourselves a little wet girl on girl orgy.” Wendy said jokingly…maybe.

She really is nothing but a brain-dead little slut, isn’t she?

“Furthest thing from that. It is designed to hold a nutrient rich liquid that enriches a subject with a solution that saturates the body with hyper concentrated stem cells. Normally that would just rejuvenate injuries or repair organ damage, but the addition of certain pharmaceuticals can make the solution also potentially primed for disease treatments, maybe cures. It is supposed to replace painful medicines like chemotherapy and shorten hospital stays by weeks.” Jenna rattled off like second nature. She was so used to explaining her life’s work thanks to countless presentations and pitches to universities and labs, most of whom laughed her out the door.

“Stem cells? You mean like the ones in cum?” Wendy chirped up as she turned around.

Wow. That one even made me groan.

“No. Stem cells are like a blueprint cell, basically the body tells them what to become. Muscles, organs, skin, hair, eyes, etc. The stem cells in here are manufactured through a process that recreates the human body’s creation process. So, yes, if needed the solution could turn them into sperm cells, or eggs, or…”

BINGO

Jenna’s eyes went wide. That was it. It was there. Miniscule, but there. There was an anomaly. The formula chart listed all the natural processes and chemicals of the ****, but in the current makeup there was one that was not natural. It was a binary code. A mechanical number. She reached over and took the leftover liquid samples of Wendy’s ****, placed it in a Pietri dish, and threw it under a microscope.

She saw them.

Instantly.

She could not believe she missed it before.

Nanites.

They looked like little amoebas in the sample, but there was no mistaking the bio-technical signs of a lab created cell. Whoever this master was, they had nanites coursing through Wendy’s veins. Nanites are usually used to correct aspects in the body. Cholesterol, glucose, testosterone, etc. In **** circumstances they could even be used to remove clots or rapid repair an aneurism. But why would Wendy have them? The only instances the Factory uses nanites is to permanently change the color of hair or to fix body chemical levels. There should be no reason for them to be in her body now.

You are so close. Think about it a bit more.

There was also…another way for nanites to be used.

When nanite technology was first developed, it was immediately heavily regulated due to the then Russian Federation’s use of it to manipulate the minds of certain American citizens, manipulated them into carrying out acts while they were blacked out. One such subject almost assassinated the vice president at the time. Moscow nearly went up in flames as its own people ignited a revolution, toppling a government that admitted to mind control of citizens on home and foreign soil.

Jenna looked up at Wendy, who was humming some pop song while adjusting her shirt to make her cleavage more pronounced in her reflection on the tank.

This Master. Whoever he was. Was controlling Wendy. Manipulating her from afar, making her act as his agent in The Factory.

And here it comes.

Jenna gasped. She whipped around, and grabbed her current sample from the desk, repeating the liquid process and placing it under the microscope.

She staggered back from the lens. The presence of the same tiny mechanical amoebas proving her fears right. This Master wasn’t just controlling Wendy…he was trying to control her.

“MISTRESS!” Wendy yelped as Jenna passed out, landing on the floor with a thud, the image of Maximus Pharma’s agents wiggling around in silence on the microscope display.

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Jenna shot up to a sitting position, the familiar smell of fresh cut flowers hitting her nose.

She was back in the field, surrounded by the endless bough of tulips. Yet, she noticed that interspaced amongst the growth, were deep crimson Roses. Each one with a bramble of thorns. She stood up and started to follow the same path she did in every dream, taking care to avoid nicking herself on the new flower’s sharpened barbs.

She reached the hill but noticed something different. A large, gnarled tree grew beside it. The trunk was a thick dark brown and it twisted into the sky in a knotted mass. The branches above covered the hill and the surrounding area, the leaves a dark purple.

Jenna approached the tree, noticing something at the base. A mutation in the bark perhaps? As she got closer the gasped, recognizing the figure frozen in agony under the tree’s skin. The image of the dark shadow, outlined in twisted agony in the bark. The tree seemed to grow out from it, the result of what she…or that other her…did to it the last time she was here.

“Holy Shit!” She said as her eyes traveled downward to see that the shadow’s cock was jutting out from the base of the tree where it’s crotch would be, captured in a polished wood that almost resembled rubber. It pointed at an upward angle, all 15 inches of it, begging to be sit on or sucked.

Wait what? No. Not now.

“Why not? That is what it always wanted.”

Jenna turned and saw her…well…herself…her other self.

She appeared out of the ground in a mass of writing vines, her body a dark shadow except for her face, perfectly mimicking Jenna’s, save for the bright red lipstick.

“You…me? Whatever you are…You know what is going on, don’t you?”

The dark Jenna chuckled in a sultry musk of a tone.

“Maybe I do, Maybe I don’t. I will admit, you found out about the nanites faster than I thought you would. Then again, I don’t know why I was surprised, you are me after all.” She said as she walked over to the tree, playfully stroking the cock and licking its tip with a longer than comfortable tongue.

“Don’t you mean you? That is what you are right? My mind’s interpretation of the nanites?” Jenna said, now fully dropping the dream pretense.

“Well, yes, sort of. It is complicated. You see, as you probably already surmised, this big guy was what the nanites were. A fully male ****. Intent on molding us to what it wanted. I am…it’s offspring I guess.” Dark Jenna said as she flicked the member, making the tree let out a low groan in response, a rumble that gave Jenna goosebumps.

It was then that Jenna noticed at the top of the hill, the formally shining light had been encased in what looked like a large obelisk. Peaking out from the cracks in it, she could feel it trying to break the bounds of the figure.

“What is that?”

“We will get to that in a minute.” Dark Jenna said as she closed the distance between the two.

Jenna took a reflexive step back, but suddenly felt a need within her to be near this other. Almost a longing. Despite every alarm bell in her head, she stayed rooted until Dark Jenna came within mere inches of her own face.

“For now. Let’s Talk.”

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Note From Ted: howdy strangers, been a while. When I said real life was ramping up fast around here, I did not predict that meant REALLY FAST. Things are happening, big career opportunities were laid to motion this past *checks notes* two months…so naturally my little tale of transformation and debauchery had to take a back burner. So, to make up for that gap, I gave you a big ol' chapter. Consider it a mid-season finale if you will, without the smoke monsters and it ending in a church. I will try to follow up quicker this time, but as always, no promises when real life takes priority. Enjoy!