Guess.

Ross thought for a moment, then broke into an impish grin. "What if I made you guess?"

Madison shrugged and sat on the bed. "If you had done that with the last modifier I probably would have kicked your ass. It could be fun, though, depending on what you choose."

Ross rushed out of the room, only to return a few minutes later with Pat. Pat smiled politely at Madison, then turned to Ross for confirmation.

"You ready?" he asked his girlfriend, who nodded eagerly. He gave Pat the green light and she turned to make eye contact with Madison. She stared at the golem in bewilderment for a second, then blinked and looked back at Ross.

"Well?" he asked eagerly. "How do you feel?"

"...different," she said quietly. She looked at her arm and ran one hand along it lightly. "Very different."

"Do you like it?"

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and ****. "I don't know yet," she said. "It's... taking a little while to get used to."

He sat next to her on the bed and rubbed her back soothingly. She closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the intimate gesture, then leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed.

"It's so strange, you know... I really don't want to talk. I get this weird sort of fluttery, prickly feeling when I start to speak. It's getting weaker, though."

He nodded. "Have you ever experienced anything like it before?"

"I don't think so," she muttered. "It makes me want to just... curl up in bed. It's not so bad now, though. It helps when you rub my back, I think."

"Yeah?" Ross asked. He stopped rubbing her back and put his arm around her waist, cinching her sideways against himself. Her eyes shot open and she squeaked with surprise, then smiled demurely.

"That's even better. It's warm and comfy, like a big fuzzy blanket. Oh, I've never felt like this before, like nothing can hurt me."

"You're a golem," Ross laughed. He shifted to accommodate his gradually swelling erection. "Nothing can ever hurt you."

"I know that," she said in a mildly teasing tone. "It's a feeling. That's different from a thought, you know? It's like there's a little fireplace inside me and you're keeping it lit so I stay warm and cozy and safe."

"Here," Ross said. He took Madison's shoulders and positioned her to face him, then embraced her in a tight hug. She moaned and returned the embrace as he softly stroked her hair.

"This is sooo nice," she mumbled into his ear. "I want to feel like this forever. Ross, what is this? Did you make me slow-minded or something? I really can't tell what it is, but I love it. I don't ever want to let you go."

"I didn't make you any slower," Ross said. "I changed you a lot, though. It's not surprising that you feel so different. Now take off your clothes."

"Ok," Madison said meekly. She reached down and pulled off her top, then unhooked her bra. As her breasts swung free, her face reddened and she covered them with one arm.

"Why are you covering up?" Ross asked pointedly. "I've seen them a million times now."

She hesitatingly dropped her arm and stood to remove her pants. "I don't know. I just... it felt strange and uncomfortable with them out. Did you make me scared to be naked or something?"

"Not exactly," Ross said as he shimmied out of his own clothes. "Here, come lie next to me."

Madison did as she was told again, sliding meekly under the covers to press her body against his. Ross marveled at how different it felt - the same body, the same skin, the same incredible curves, but a whole new set of motions. Instead of aggressively pressing herself against him or lustfully drawing him into herself, she was clinging to him like a life preserver. To his amazement, she actually shivered slightly.

"I give up," she said. "What did you do to me?"

"I made you meek," he said. "I told Pat I wanted you shy, docile, and introverted. Not scared, exactly, but way less confident."

"Of course," Madison said. "That's why I've been so nervous! It's so different from how I normally am. The urge to be quiet and not draw attention is overwhelming, which is why getting naked felt scary. Wow, Ross, I can't believe some people live like this."

"What I didn't expect was the warmth you got from being near me," he said gently as he brushed hair out of her face. His hand came to rest on her cheek and she put hers over it.

"I felt protected," she said. "I still do. Even though I know it's all from the modifier and nothing can really hurt me, I still feel it. The idea of going out there and facing the world is really scary, but I know that I'm safe here with you. Thank you, Ross. I really love you."

"I love you too," he said gently. He slid a hand down her back and gently but firmly pulled her tighter against him. When he brushed her vulva, she gasped.

"Oh! Oh, my, Ross..." she stammered. "Are you sure you want to-"

"Do you?" he asked.

She nodded. "I think so, but let's start slowly. I may get overwhelmed."

He nodded and leaned in to kiss her. After a moment, he broke the kiss and began to softly plant tiny kisses along her cheek. She craned her neck up, giving him access to her throat, and he moved across her skin with meticulous care. She reached up to twirl the hair on the back of his head and he moaned softly, sliding deeper into her cavernous cleavage with each tiny peck. She gently moaned his name and his cock surged against her. She reached down to touch his manhood, her hand trembling and unsure.

"Are you ready?" he asked. Madison nodded demurely, then guided his member to her entrance. She closed her eyes and, with one motion, engulfed him into herself with a guttural groan.

It was a completely different feeling for Ross. Gone was the hungry, eager pull he was accustomed to, or the burning intensity of the devil script. Right now he felt a gentle tickling up and down his shaft, as though her internal mechanism was inspecting it rather than grasping and tugging. He laughed a little and she frowned.

"Is something wrong?" she asked. The grave concern in her voice made him laugh again, and he shook his head.

"Not at all, babe. That just tickles," he said. He was surprised to see her cheeks wet with tears, and it was his turn to be concerned. "Are you ok? You're crying!"

"I know," she said. "I think I'm ok. It feels good, it's just... more than I expected. I didn't know it would be this intense."

In response, Ross put two fingers to her forehead. She smiled with relief before her eyes widened and she barked out a laugh.

"Oh, fuck, Ross, that was crazy!" she cried.

"Yeah? Did-"

Madison immediately flipped him over so that she was on top of him and covered his mouth with her hand. "Questions later," she said with a grin. "You have no idea how turned on I am right now."