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Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 002

By: adrammalech



HUMANITY 2.0

YEAR 001, DAY 002

She'd said the Vault was mostly below sea level, of course, but I had blanked on that by then. I looked out the window -- the room was lit dimly, and I guess the window looked out into a part of the ocean shallow enough that the sun still shone through.

"Oh my god... where are we?"

"Like I said... an unnamed, rocky island in the Pacific. This the lower observation lounge I built for you and the girls you will bring here. There's a second lounge up top, which also has a door to a small grassy clearing above. You'll be able to go outside. Well, unless the Earth's atmosphere gives out..."

I stared at the incredible sight for some time, until I felt the tug of her hand into the room proper. "Come. Sit down." She led me by the hand as I continued to gape. What was that window made of? I hoped it was some heavy-duty stuff. A few fish sped by, small brightly colored tropical things. We reached a big lounge chair, the size of a double bed, and she pulled me down onto it.

I let her do it, and we fell together into almost a cuddling position. It was right about then that I realized all over again what a goddamn beautiful woman she was; those perfect tits were snugly wrapped by her skin-tight black outfit, down to her nipples being plain as day, and they brushed against my chest as we pressed together. A certain part of me she'd increased responded naturally, which was likely just as visible to her, but she kept on explaining things. I was distracted enough not to notice my own arousal, for the time being. 

"Well, any questions about yourself?" She glanced over at me. "I'll tell you now - even I don't know entirely what the revised human body's capabilities will be. It's too early to say. Going over the whole thing would take days or weeks, unfortunately, which we don't have.

"So give me the short version." I shrugged. "X-ray vision? Can I fly? Breathe fire?"

She raised an eyebrow. "No, none of that... basically, Ben, you're going to notice a serious increase in physical strength and resilience, first of all. The new body is tougher, from the inside out. I borrowed the best of what all the different creatures on Earth had to offer. You can take a look later if you want.

"I suppose the most important one to tell you up front - I tried any number of permutations, but the most successful were what I settled on. Once you begin having children, you'll notice there'll be roughly one male for every eight and a half females."

My eyes just about bugged out, and I finally tore my gaze away from the window to stare her in the face. She had been looking at me the whole time. "Eight?"

"And a half. I didn't have time to test that specific number much, to be honest. It's really more of a best guess; my tests reported with 99.2% confidence that the true optimal number was between five and nine, so I erred on the side of caution. If it isn't perfect, well, it's fine if you just blame me. I'll be long gone by the time anyone asks."

I nodded. "Will do."

She seemed a little put out by my quick response. "Regardless, I did make females bisexual by default, which should serve as sort of a fudge factor in the exact ratio. As for male homosexuality, I left that as-is. Culturally, it might be interesting to see how it plays out in a society that's numerically so dominated by women; my testing couldn't really get me reliable data on that. Maybe I should have tested it more... watching two men together was always way too much fun." She bit her lip and stared off into space for a while.

I remained quiet, expecting her to continue. She seemed to drift off into la-la land for a moment, until I cleared my throat. She shook her head and looked back at me. Odd how she seemed so perfectly human, really... and was it me, or had she just been daydreaming about two dudes going at it?

She jumped right back into her monologue as if there'd been no interruption. "Um, for physiological stuff, here's what to expect. Females will be able to naturally exercise birth control, which in my modeling I found changed things drastically even in the earliest stages of civilization. Males will be larger than they are now -- that's the reason for your massive appetite; you're having another growth spurt, and you can expect two more. You'll be a few times stronger and faster than any other males you know now, but even I don't know exactly how much so."

"Jesus." It was like the Superman shopping list... but something didn't really fit in. "Why is it that, out of all that amazing stuff, the only thing that happens to me is you make my tool bigger?"

She snorted, glancing over at me. "A lot more happened to you than that, but most of it is internal. The rest will come with time. The only reason I increased your penis size was because I wanted you, specifically, to make lots of use of it -- and I figured having a 'gift' like that might go a little ways toward breaking through your anxiety about women and sex."

How was that not-

"Try not to think of it as me calling you shallow. I think, if anything, you're so deep you get lost in your own mind before you try to get through to anyone else's. Anyway, that last part about memory is important because of the addition of new DNA and telomerase integrity-policing RNA, and enhancements to the immune system. The two of those together should result in increased lifespan."

I was still thinking about how what she said could possibly be assembled as me not being called shallow when the last thing she'd said registered after a few seconds. "Uh, increased by how much?"

"Hard to say. Best guess, natural lifespans will end at about five hundred to eight hundred years, though there's a huge upward margin of error on that. Life expectancy -- mainly due to accidents and such -- will probably land at around four hundred years, but again, that depends almost completely on culture, environment, diet, all that. If you're living that long, obviously, having that good memory will be much more important."

I didn't have any words. It's hard to explain to the younger ones in our society today how death was viewed in the old times versus how it's seen and portrayed now. Aging, and death, just... loomed, in ways they don't to us here and now. Very few of the original species ever faced death and truly came to terms with it.

Even now it isn't banished from our minds, but... it isn't what it once was. I can't explain it to someone who never experienced the suffusing, ever-present thought of death in the old civilizations, how it was woven into everything. Just take my word for it that hearing this from her, and believing it, completely left me speechless. I had no context to understand what I would become - even the barest hint of that realization was mind-blowing.

"So... I'll be the only human left on Earth?"

"What?"

"You said humanity is lost, but you could only make the one of me."

She gave me an odd look, then blinked. "You didn't figure it out already? You won't be alone, Ben. I guess I forgot to mention your most important function; your body can change normal women into members of your new species."

How an ancient super-being like her 'forgot' is beyond me. When I try to get my head around it, I usually chalk it up to the effect of her living in one of our bodies for so long that she started to take on some of our flaws.

"In creating you, I created a propagation system. You're the progenitor of a whole new race. Your body has the capacity to rewrite and create, on the fly, the retrovirus necessary for making baseline human females into members of your species. I actually shortened the human genome by a lot -- there were thousands of inert viruses floating around in your DNA, doing nothing -- but there's still far too many fundamental genetic differences for you to interbreed directly with the previous species. 

"The changes to female baseline DNA are a lot easier to process than those to male DNA, and can be done on a much simpler system -- such as within your own body. It's changing other males to be like you en masse that I couldn't get to work; the only solution was to tailor it for a single individual. It made a hell of a lot more sense in propagation terms to make a single male that could alter multiple females, than to make one female who could alter several males. I'm sorry, but you'll only be able to save other females of your species. You can't take any other men with you into your future. And of the females, they'll have to be of birthing age to be receptive to the retrovirus your body will create. I think."

"I -- what?"

"Why do you think I chose a twenty-two-year-old gawky college kid who whacks off a couple times a day and would love nothing more than to have a big dick, Ben? Your intellect and problem-solving abilities are just why I originally chose you over the other guys like you. That, and your otherwise clean bill of health, and your varied genetic background and the way that suppresses the nastier recessive traits... anyway, in order to change women to be like you, Ben, all you need to do is fuck them. Your body will take care of the rest."

She gave me wink. "The first time your semen makes contact with them, it changes them into one of your kind. That may take several days or weeks, and depending on the individual, they may experience a more mild version of the sickness you underwent. The second time, if the change has completed by then, they can get pregnant - if they want to. Since you're the progenitor, I need you to do it with a lot of girls... but here's the most important part. Don't just seduce every vagina you see. You should romance them, get to know them... make sure they're the right choice. The change to them is irreversible."

"You did notice the part where I'm the least suave and charming guy on the planet, right?" I eyed her. "Getting two girls into bed, years apart, was as much as I managed for my entire life before you did this to me."

"Actually, I chose you when you were still in high school and a virgin. I changed this body to look different at times and dropped in on you occasionally; I was a couple different people you spoke to and probably don't remember. At first all the reasons I chose you as a candidate were purely technical, but afterward I watched you and got to know you better. I picked you because you have all the tools, Ben -- the mental ones that I can't give you with a retrovirus. You just don't know how to use them.

"You have competence, morality, and the ability to see and understand the consequences of a decision before you make it. You can absorb lots of information quickly and start to use it just as quickly. You have all the traits necessary to become the man you need to be, you just needed the motivation to do it. The problem for you has always been all the anxiety inside you, tearing you up and stacking redundant thoughts so high that you can't get things done. I tweaked your chemical balance a little, but it'll only do about as much as common antidepressants. You'll have to overcome the rest on your own."

I chuckled. "If you say so. If the mission is for me to get girls in bed, I think the mission is already in a lot of trouble." I paused. "Wait. I'm thinking this through. So let's assume some miracle happens and I manage to bed Girl X or Girl Y. I do my thing, and her DNA starts changing. We see each other again a few weeks later. I tell her she's now a superhuman who can expect to live five to eight hundred years, oh and I'm also one, and I received said gifts from a space alien." I held out both hands. "How does she not think I'm nuts and call the police?"

"They'll know something is very different about their bodies, more than they can explain with any mundane reason. As you mature in the next few years, you'll come to have conscious control of far more body functions, be more aware of other autonomic functions, and your senses will be more acute. You'll be stronger, faster, and your memory will become very sharp. However, for you, that process will take roughly ten years, mostly because -- like I said -- the changes to your DNA are a lot more complicated.

"The girls you alter will experience those changes much more rapidly, far quicker than they would simply grow into and not notice. It won't be ambiguous by the time the virus has had time to work; by the time their bodies are halfway done changing, the girls you've selected will most likely believe you if you tell them the truth." She paused. "Most of them, I would think, anyway.

"Now -- as for it allegedly taking a miracle for you to find girls to sleep with... you're going to like this part. I couldn't risk everything on you eventually changing your life on your own -- so to that end, for you, and only you, I added some pheromonal enhancement and other slight deviations from the planned norm for new species. The pheromonal stuff, along with some subconscious tricks that you won't even know is working, will make your dick pretty much irresistible to any woman who sees it, if both of you feel even a speck of desire for each other. Further-"

"Oh shit." I was awestruck. Finally something had clicked.

"What?" She shifted, and as snug as we were right then, we both felt each other's every motion. My head might have forgotten how close we were together, but my cock never did. She leaned up on one arm and turned toward me, and her pretty face was framed by the large ocean window behind her. You know, whenever I think back on her, that's the image that first comes to mind.

"That doctor in the hospital. Bethany."

She seemed suspicious. "Does someone know about your nature already?"

"No... I don't think so anyway. I mean she accidentally saw my dick. I was as surprised as she was, but she made this dumb excuse to look again, and before I knew it she was giving me the blowjob of my life. She swallowed my come... is she going to change into a super-person?"

She frowned at me. "You don't think super-person is a tacky name? Think up something better after I'm gone. Anyway, there's no way she would have been exposed. Your body was still in the process of having its DNA rewritten - it still is now, actually - and the capacity to manufacture the retrovirus would come last. You won't be able to do that for a week or so, actually. The pheromonal effects would have taken effect earlier than the more complex biochemical and cellular alterations, so all you got was a fun little adventure in your first few hours as a new man.

"Cherish it. And go back and really fuck her later, if you want. I'm sure she wants you to. You said she was a doctor? Good a reason as any." She paused, looking upward as if to search herself. "Don't be shocked if the pheromone effect doesn't work on every female. It's a hamfisted solution, but I didn't have time to come up with a better one -- such as, well, sprinkling hundreds of guys like you around the globe. So just one male, artificially made close to irresistible, will have to do."

"I can't believe this." I leaned back against the glass, folding my arms. "I need time to just... sit down and think. This throws my whole life out the window. Everything I had planned, that I wanted to do with myself. Is this really the right thing to do? Shouldn't I just tell everyone? Let them use my DNA to come up with something to just make everyone in the world better?"

"Don't." She said it with finality and firmness, like I was suggesting we club a baby seal.

"Don't? Just like that?"

"Don't try that. It won't work. Your scientific base doesn't understand retroviruses as well as they think they do, and certainly not as well as I do. I modeled that scenario six hundred and eighty-five times, and changed every variable. Trying to reverse-engineer my virus results in a horrible death for millions or even billions of people just about every time. Changing even a couple elements of the retrovirus can seem successful at first, long enough to let it spread to the whole baseline human race.

"Only twenty or thirty years down the road do the flaws start to come out, and by then it's already in all the children. The whole species starts to die off." She shook her head. "Even in the scenarios where it mostly works, it still results in an arms race to create even more advanced versions of humans, which has an even more ugly ending. Tell nobody you don't trust implicitly. Try to make all the people you trust also women that you've fucked and made yours; I also coded the pheromonal stuff, and some trace compounds in your semen, so that you -- and only you -- will damn near always gain the trust of any woman you have sex with."

"What the -- how? They all just love me the moment they see my dick?" What the fuck kind of salvation is this?

"Love, you're on your own for. I can induce trust and a degree of loyalty, and a strong physical desire for your body, but not love." She shrugged. "Again, this is only for you. Your sons will have to mate with females of their own kind to have children, and they won't have any special ability to bed human women... though I imagine by then that there'll be more than enough girls of their own kind for them to chase."

I smiled for a moment until I realized something. "Wait." I held up a finger. "I'm one guy. Even if there's enough guys and girls of the new species, aren't they all..."

"They're all your sons and daughters, so they're all siblings, yes. I added some genetic code which should damn near completely obviate the need for incest taboos. I put that in mainly because I had to settle for a single-male origination scenario, but there's other logival reasons to have that in place. I'm not necessarily a big fan of the minimal genetic diversity that comes out of incest -- but if you find yourself a wide variety of women, that problem should sort itself out.

"Aside from the physical enhancements and better immune system, I also enhanced regenerative capacity and more other things than I have time to list." She punched a few more buttons, and a screen appeared in the air. Massive amounts of information in some foreign language sped by. "Probably, most of this is gibberish or not useful to you now, but just remember I want humankind to still be kicking around in 412,000 years. That's a long time, and lots could happen between then and now." She nodded to herself. "When I recreate a species, I make damn sure they're built to last."

"I don't doubt it."

She took a quick breath, then waved an arm over her head, indicating the whole place around us. "I used this mountain originally to house all the experimental societies I constructed, but I cleaned it out for you to use down the road if you need it. There's enough supplies in the lower levels to last a community of five hundred people a hundred years of good eating, and a huge stockpile of every kind of equipment I could think you might need if and when you decide to settle on the landmasses again."

"Wait, why would I need that much food and stuff?"

"It's not just for you. Use your head. I told you this planet would become hell for a while, Ben. When things get very scarce, every model says that times will get very dark before the end - and after, too. By that point, I expect that you and your people wouldn't be able to hide your secret anymore. You'd be viewed as freaks, and probably hunted, or blamed for any number of things.... not to mention how physically inhospitable this planet will become.

"This island is a fortress, and what's better, from the outside it's completely indistinguishable from any other small, rocky uninhabited island that nobody would have any reason to go to. You won't need it quite yet, but when you do, I've got not only all that food down there, but a collection of all the information, textbooks, literature, and history of your entire planet that I could get my hands on -- and as much as the servers I built here could gobble down off the internet.


Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 002



"When times get bad, and you can't live on the outside anymore, you can bring yourself and all of your women and children here, where they will be safe. The most likely scenarios say the planet won't become literally uninhabitable, just almost so except for a few tiny regions, but a combination of warfare, disease, and starvation is still likely to kill off all of the remaining pockets so that human history ends with them.

"It'll take probably fifty to a couple hundred years of freedom from an unchecked civilization for the planet's ecosystem and climate to re-establish themselves and for a few sections of the planet to become usable land again. I'll let you explore this place on your own, and just tell you that your means of getting home isn't far from where the east auxiliary exit is. You'll have plenty of time to find your way around it later on, that's for damn sure.

"Anyway, on those same servers, I've left all the literature documenting the experiments I did and the results, how those fed into my final design choice, and an overview of the physiological changes I made to you and the girls who you'll make like you. It'll have enough detail that any doctors you bring -- sounds like you found one already, actually -- will have what they need to treat any member of the new species..."

She trailed off for a moment. "When all is said and done, there's still plenty of room for improvement with what I did to you. I'm sure that, given a thousand years or so, your descendants will have figured out everything I did, and maybe come up with some even better solutions. I'm just one... bleh, this English doesn't have a word for what I am, does it?" She laughed. "Nearly three hundred years I lived on your planet, why didn't it occur to me until just now?"

I thought for a while. "If I had to finish your sentence... I'd say, 'person'."

She considered me for a few moments. "How kind of you, though I don't think you'd agree if you knew me better. The real me, I mean, down in the chamber. This me is human, but she is... a lot more things. I'm just one - well, person. I did everything I could, and I'm leaving you to it."

I chuckled, then shrugged. Had some huge mistake been made? I couldn't help but wonder. "I can't help but think I'm going to disappoint you."

She looked out the window for a time, then turned back to me. "Forget it, Ben. Just go with your best judgment and do whatever you can to stay alive. I'm just an old spaceship who thinks she knows everything."

"I don't know about that. For one thing, you don't look any older than me."

She snorted. "Looks can be incredibly deceiving. Anyway, even I can't see the future with any certainty. Maybe this will all be a waste of time and the baseline species really will fix its problems." She sighed and stood up, walking over to the glass and leaning against it. "Would be the first time I've seen any species other than the Primus do that without help, though."

I was staring at her ass right then, I confess. My cock was standing up in my own skin-tight outfit, like some kind of parody of superhero Spandex. I didn't even notice when she glanced back at me - or a part of me south of the face, anyway - and smiled. "I suppose it's been an hour or two, hasn't it?"

"Huh?" I shook my head and met her eyes. She walked back over to me, and stopped at the side of the lounge chair. She suddenly bent down to one knee, leant over me, and kissed me.

My body responded instantly, and I found my arms were wrapped around her back before I knew it. I felt her legs settling onto the lounge on either side of my waist, and my desire roared in my head. I still couldn't believe this whole thing; this absolutely fucking beautiful woman not only practically demanded I fuck her earlier, but now she wanted a second round in the same day. My hands found her ass, gripping its firm roundness tightly. She broke the kiss finally, and came up above me, staring down at my face between her big tits.

"You understood faster than I thought... we have a little time. How about another confidence booster, Ben?" God, the way those tits jiggled...

"Confidence booster?"

"I need you to become a great lover, Ben, and what's more, I need you to actually believe that you are. So you're going to fuck me again, and I'm going to do a little trick this time to help you understand how to please a woman. You might feel funny in your head for a minute, then it should all come back to you."

"Come back to me? I've gotten more sex in one day today than my whole life. What's there to remember?"

She only smiled, and her hand went to the side of my face as she closed her eyes and her face took on a look of deep concentration. I felt an odd tingling, then the strangest sensation of my mind somehow becoming simpler, more animalistic. I was only vaguely aware of the process, but I knew something was wrong and met her eyes with a question.

"I know it feels odd, Ben... any moment now, you're going to want to just grab me and fuck me. Some civilized part of you might panic and think you're becoming a rapist, but it isn't like that. Don't resist what your body wants to do for a while. I'm taking over your upper brain functions for a bit so I can do a data dump.

"I'm giving you all of my memories of sex as a human female... every time I was touched by a man or another woman, every time I came, every time I got horny in this body, all of those you'll remember like past lives. It's going to overload your mind's arousal centers for a little while and you're going to want to try all of it at once. Just ride the tsunami, and let your body tire itself out to satisfy the inevitable hormone rush."

By now my jaw was open wide and I was staring up at the ceiling in a silent cry of mental... I wouldn't call it pain, but it was something equally alarming. It faded quickly, and I found my mind returning to me, but... different. I was saturated somehow, like my mind had been a dry sponge and had just now been thrown into a sexual ocean and then handed back to me. It was dripping with erotic memories, of very personal encounters and first-person experiences of female pleasure.

I remembered men -- and women, actually -- eating her pussy, but it was all from her perspective; on top of that, every memory, as all memories are, was inextricably linked with her emotional and mental state at the time. I could remember being her, how she felt about the people she loved and touched, the self-doubt and worry that plagued her even after her millions of years of life, the way it all evaporated for a time when her many lovers had touched her.

I remembered the haze of arousal and pleasure she felt as a cock entered her, penetrating her depths and fucking her raw, that sensation doing something in her mind that had no analogue on the male side of sex. How she knew when her man had come and was pouring life-making come inside her body, and the disappointment that came with a man finishing inside her without bringing her off too.

I remembered the dim sense of happiness she felt when a cock was in her mouth, the power she felt over him and his pleasure, and the way his world was totally focused on her as she did it -- as well as the satisfaction she felt as his seed squirted down her throat, a job well done. I remembered guiding others to eat her pussy, what she liked, what she had learned to like.

I remembered countless female orgasms, how they felt and how they were brought about. I remembered tender, fleeting moments of girl-on-girl sex, soft flesh against soft flesh, breasts and nipples pressed together as wet red lips met, mouths and pussies meeting simultaneously in a sixty-nine, the secret knowledge that women had about one another's bodies that let them make each other squeal with ecstasy.

I remembered how she learned the tiny but critical differences between what she liked and other girls liked. I remembered her joining couples, groaning as a cock invaded her willing ass while a gentle female tongue teased her clit. It was... indescribable.

The mental sponge was dripping with this and far more stuff, which it would take me years to sort through. Even these days I occasionally dredge up a new memory of a scene she experienced. It was soaking the entire rest of my mind with sex. By the time I'd stopped with my little reverie and was in control of my own head enough to realize where I was and what I was doing, I realized we were both naked and our odd outfits discarded on the floor.

I was sitting up and mauling her tits, using my teeth a little in a way I clearly recalled she liked. It was as if she had vouchsafed her every deepest sexual secret to me, and I could say with absolute confidence that I now knew how to make her come every time. The power and total certainty of it blasted through my anxieties so easily that I could scarcely even think of stopping to question if I should do this or that first.

I somehow knew from reading cues even I didn't understand that she wanted to suck me; she'd given me this huge dick, and she deserved to try it out in her mouth at least once. I turned and deposited her on the side of the lounge, sitting her up then standing in front of her myself and presenting my cock to her.

She smiled, knowing what I knew. I guess she was just glad the transfer worked so quickly. Without wasting any time, her mouth found me and she began to swallow my length. I could see her throat stretching open to accept my long pole and I gasped as the tight, slimy warmth of her mouth enveloped me and I felt her slender fingers tickling my balls. Oddly, she had no spittle, though her mouth felt wet and warm.

I guess it was some technological wonder of that 'biogel' body, but I never got to ask her. Some part of me recalled that she was fine with her lover being more active while she sucked him, and my hands went to the back of her head. With my motions beginning slowly, I began to fuck her face, at first with a tender gentleness and then with increasing urgency.

Her hands went to my ass, and she let me fuck her mouth with abandon. We both knew I didn't want to finish there, but we also both wanted her to feel my cock at its most primal, the big shaft worming down her throat and stretching her jaw. Her head bobbed back and forth in sync with my thrusts perfectly, my hips settling into a kind of timing with her automatically. I felt her begin to hum to herself, and the vibration went right down to the center of my shaft.

Who knows how long we just did that. Finally, though, I decided she needed some kind of attention herself. I pulled her up and then twisted around, letting myself fall onto the little couch and pulling her with me. We kissed for a time, then I guided her head back down to my cock while I turned her around. In a few moments, her pussy was squarely above my face, glistening and looking delectable.

I dove into my memories for only a moment -- recalling being her while she was eaten out. I remembered the exact way she liked her lips to be teased, the way she liked closed lips to nibble her clit gently while fingers probed her insides. It came to me naturally, and I felt her sucking pause as I began. She still wasn't soaking wet, the way human girls get, but I never had any problem getting my fingers within her.

I snaked my other hand over her back and pulled us together closely, mainly just because I wanted to feel her squirm with pleasure as I ate her. Her suckjob became far more distracted and intermittent, but I didn't care; I knew exactly what I was doing to her and how it was making her feel, and it was a glorious feeling. A woman was honestly nearing her orgasm because of me and my tongue and fingers.

"N- inside! Inside me!" She groaned. She lifted her hips up a little, then spun around before I could protest. Eating her was fun, but I guess she wanted to save her orgasm for the real fucking. I was tempted to just grab her and spin her around again so I could keep playing with her pussy, but I let her take the lead again as she rubbed her pussy against my cock. Like her pussy, her mouth was slippery and hot, yet not wet; my cock was bone-dry despite how hard she'd just sucked me off. Her hand reached beneath herself, and she lifted herself up to let the tip of my shaft poke into her pussy. Both my hands went to her waist, and we stared into one another's eyes as we both moved her downwards, impaling her on me.

"A-a-a-ahhhh...." I bottomed out, and felt her warm pussy lips resting against the base of my cock. She stayed right there for a time, and the hands I'd had on her hips wandered north, sneaking under her breasts and then teasing her nipples. She bent downward, letting me suck on them a bit, before she rose up again. She bounced a bit, letting my shaft slide out a little before settling back down. She moaned, then kissed me again. "This is so much better than at your house."

"Damn straight..." It wasn't just better sex; it was more emotional, more deep. I understood then the distinction between sex and making love. This had started with just animal fornication, her allowing me to use her body to just let my over-eager cock explode. This was so much more, and it was irresistible; our bodies moved together as if they were one larger being, with intentions neither of us completely understood. I sensed she wanted me to take the lead, and without letting myself slip out, I flipped us over and settled her onto her back on the couch with me crouched at its edge, up atop her.

I braced both hands on her hips and ass, and she let her legs cross behind my own ass, sensing that I knew exactly what she wanted next. It seemed completely natural, almost without even thinking I knew that she wanted me to fuck her raw, to just release my own male animal upon her. Without preamble, I pumped out of her and in, then again, picking up the pace rapidly -- knowing exactly how long it would take for her to get used to the motion.

I saw her grimace, though my gaze quickly instead fell to her breasts, which were now bouncing back and forth with our movements. My own inner beast was taking over, rutting hard, but I had enough presence to remember she needed to come. I had to see this woman come at least once; I had to be able to tell myself that I made a spaceship orgasm. Okay, that sounds tacky, but it seemed passionate and serious enough at the time. My fingers reached down to our union and I began to toy with her clit in a random fashion, teasing and playing with her.

The process didn't take very long for either of us; we were just too hot. She came first; I knew her signs now, and I saw her biting her lip again while her toes curled at either side of my chest. I kept pumping, hoping I could set her off before the boiling I felt in my own nuts would overflow. Her own quickening orgasm was setting me off, and I heard her make a series of quiet, low moans as the waves of pleasure rode out from her clit as I played with it. It got louder and louder; she eventually was wailing at the top of her lungs, or whatever she had.

Obviously, there was nobody else around for hundreds of miles, so who cared? I let loose also, howling and roaring as I felt explosive pleasure in my shaft while she came down from her own orgasm. I thrust away as she finished, and felt my own goopy load firing out of my dick rapidly. I emptied my balls completely before I fell down at her side, letting myself slip out.

I only noticed then how worn-out I was. My body was soaked with sweat, and I probably smelled like a football team. I lay there for a while, her body snug against mine, both of us just basking in the amazing experience. I felt her small fingers running through my hair, stroking my skin and caressing me. Her love had become motherly again, though even without looking at her I could still sense the lonely, loving woman she was, the one that had needed this, had needed to just be fucked to utter satisfaction. She was both parent and lover, good friend and girlfriend.

And I only knew her for that span of twelve hours or so.

I eventually rolled over, and we stared out the window as the light outside began to dim. We'd moved time zones, obviously, so the sunset which had been fast approaching back in Sacramento was apparently only just now catching up here. The bright, colorful world outside darkened, becoming something otherworldly -- I could see luminous spots begin to appear as the countless little creatures living in the atoll within the island's center began to glow. They chased one another around, fighting, eating, fucking, all mindlessly, yet somehow beautifully. I had never seen nature like this before.

We watched -- probably not for that long -- and then she finally sat up, and looked down at me, putting her hand on my chest. "It's time, Ben."

"Wha?" I'd been dozing off, content to just have this incredible person next to me for a time.

She stood, and held out a hand to me. I took it, rising up myself. With a glance, the mass of black stuff on the floor suddenly surrounded our bodies again, forming rapidly into those funny bodysuits she had. Taking my hand, we walked together toward the door.

"Time for what?" I said it dimly as we walked down the corridor we'd come in through, heading back toward the big chamber with her spaceship-self inside.

She didn't answer for a time; instead we reached the room overlooking the big chamber -- now lit again -- and she walked over to a corner of the room. She looked downward, and a circular hole in the floor near her suddenly broke along a hidden seam. "Won't you come see me off?"

"Wha -- you're leaving right now? We just fucking got here!"

"I can't really underline enough how close to the line I'm running it with my remaining helium-three supplies, not to mention the launch window. If I don't leave in the next four minutes, I'm afraid it'll add one hundred and ten years to my trip to Jupiter. After this many years, you can be sure I have this fuel consumption stuff down to a very exact science. I'm sorry Ben, I had hoped to stay around and be a guide, maybe even make some adjustments as time goes on, but I'm going to have to leave you to this on your own."

No. I didn't want this. She had to stay, to show me how this all worked. Like hell I'd figure it out on my own. I needed her. I thought furiously. "This fuel stuff, I can't go find it somewhere else for you and buy some time?"

"Not in anywhere near the quantity and purity I could use. I can only get the helium isotope I need in an orbit so close to Jupiter that the radiation would be lethal for you in less than a minute, enhancements or not. I didn't want to tell you this, but... Ben, normally I don't risk running my fuel this low. I've already found the next planet I'm traveling to.

"By staying so long to try to find a way to save your species, I've delayed my arrival there by two hundred and sixteen years already. They were a slim hope to begin with, but either way, I gave your people an unfair advantage because of my personal feelings. I'm sorry, but the rest will just have to be up to you." Her eyes came back to me, and she smiled. "So don't let my work all be for nothing. Get out there and put that jumbo-sized dick to work."

I couldn't believe she would even go on about that now. "Would you shut up about the dick thing? This is fucking serious."

She only smiled at me in return. "I'm glad you realize that. It's completely serious, but if you let that drag you down you'll never become the man you need to be. I like you, Ben, and I like humans. I wouldn't have risked myself or the next planet as much as I have if I didn't. You kind of remind me of my husband, back when I was flesh and blood."

She never elaborated on that; I wondered what he was like. She looked down at her hull, her eyes narrowing. "I have to go, Ben. See me off. You'll regret it later if you don't." She was right; I would have. I'm glad I did.




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 002



Somberly, I got up and rode down the lift with her. The thing was surprisingly fast, we were down a good four hundred feet in seconds. She took my hand, and walked over to the hull. It towered above us, like the skyscraper of God, somehow stuck here beneath the Earth but readying to blast out of it. There was no hatch or obvious point of entry. She walked up to the side of it, a nondescript slab of metallic hull just like the rest. I could see a seemingly random angular pattern in the metal, but it was otherwise just... dull metal. Who knows what it was really made out of. 

She turned to me a few feet from the hull. "Ben, have fun with being what you are, okay? That's a critical element of humans being stable in the long term. You have to set that example for the new civilization you found. The way humans think about sex now is screwing up their psychology more than they realize.

"Tandem-gender hot carbon species almost always have sex tied into their minds on every level. All the changes I made in you are just the start of creating a new culture that the human brain can damn near always be happy and successful in. I know I dumped a huge weight on your shoulders, but don't let it crush you. The people who you don't save aren't equivalent to people you killed. I know you will be tempted to think that, but don't ever let yourself go down that road."

I closed in for one last hug. I looked down at her face, close and personal, after the brief kiss we shared. "Didn't you just say yourself that sticking around here meant you might have doomed whatever aliens you're headed off to save?"

She gave me this long look of both pride and remorse. "It's because I live at the end of that road that I should know, Ben. Good luck."

There was no brilliant, angelic ascension. She stepped back, her gaze never leaving mine, then she stuck one arm into the ship, and her body just... passed inside, like she was walking into a tub of water. I held her other hand as she stepped inside, and she gave me a wistful look as she vanished inside it. She slipped out of my grasp and disappeared inside.

There was silence for a few seconds, then the whole mass of the huge thing seemed to just... light up. It took a few moments, and some parts came on faster than others. Once it powered up and I could see it operating, I was struck by an incredible sense of age to her. I didn't think of her hull as an 'it' anymore. It was her.

Hyper-advanced technology or not, nothing could hide the wear and tear of countless millennia on her exterior. There were tiny dings, dents, and as my eyes wandered around her hull, from this angle I could see something I couldn't from above -- a massive set of burn marks, long and jagged, carved into her hull and not looking like simple age at all. Had someone tried to kill her? What the hell kind of asshole would do that?

I suppose it was an adolescent moment of rage, thinking that because I'd gotten to stick my dong in this woman that she was mine to protect. She didn't engineer that out of us men, archaic though the idea is. I wanted to rip the bastard who shot at her to pieces, even if she was infinitely more powerful than me. I stood there impotently while her hull flickered to life in a few final places, then began to produce a low hum.

I uncurled my fists and looked up; something else was happening now. A band of blue-green... something was forming in the air, in a circle around her center. It occurred to me just about then that I was standing in the launch tube of a goddamn rocketship, and it was about to launch.

Or so I thought - of course, I realized later that was foolish. She wouldn't go to the great trouble of creating me after hundreds of years of painstaking work, having me walk her to her destination, only to incinerate me on her way out the door due to a simple oversight. I didn't always think things through at that age.

I backed up, scuttling to the elevator and stabbing what I sincerely hoped was the 'ascend' button. I knew of no other way out. I rose up, thankfully, and it was right about then that the massive door above us commenced opening. It sounded heavier than anything, and creaked with this awful noise as it irised out. A few stray bits of dirt and grass that had accumulated atop the hatch fell through, breaking the star-pattern of sunlight that began to pour through.

I thought for a moment that the door could fail to open, and some dark glimmer of hope sparked inside me. Maybe she would stay with me, and show me what to do. I had no fucking idea. I still sometimes feel like I don't. She could have picked a goddamn astronaut, or the President, or some Don Juan. She picked me, Ben Stanton, some loser, lifeless college senior who could barely hold it together.

I suppose it's good she made the plan so painfully simple, and she thought to include the tools that made it so easy that any straight guy my age could follow through with it given the opportunity. Even still, I could already feel my shoulders weighing down, like there was something much, much bigger than me resting on them.

Just as the elevator got to the top and I rushed back to the center of the massive line of windows, I could see the hazy blue-green torus around her was apparently lifting her whole mass off the ground. She was rising up against gravity somehow, with no thrust or propellant being expelled. The door was about halfway open, and by the time she was near its threshold, it was opened up completely.

There was no sound, she simply rose up out of the chamber like a hot-air balloon. I craned my neck, and could see her underside for another minute or so as she began to accelerate upward. There were no exhaust ports or big rocket nozzles; the rear-facing segment of the ship was just more nondescript, aged hull, with a couple more of those scars that sent another flash of rage through me.

I trusted, of course, that there was a way for me to get home - just like she'd said. For now, though, I had no energy. My life was missing, replaced with some stranger offering me suspicious goods. The world I was growing up in was doomed. My mother had been an institutionalized lunatic, my father was in prison and unlikely to get out before he died, and unless I got real lucky on scholarships, I was going to run out of cash half a year before I could finish school.

My body was changed, on the inside, profoundly; a part of me felt like it wasn't my own body. Lying down and thinking of all this only made it worse, even though I couldn't think of anything else to do about it all. 15226 -- or whatever I was supposed to call her -- had given me a mission, and I had to do it. The problem was that it was such a bizarre mission, and I was totally unqualified. So I did what people with anxiety problems always bravely do when faced with a difficult decision -- think in circles and be useless for a while.

I finally decided to sleep it off. I crashed on the bed we'd landed next to in the facility, for a few hours, and woke up some interminable time later. There were no windows, and no clocks until we added them years later. I was rested, but hungry again. The computer had a map and directory button right there on the home screen, which I used to locate one of several enormous frozen food lockers. The bodysuit protected me even in below-freezing weather inside.

Steak and potatoes for me. Cooking gave me a distraction from my insane situation long enough to get myself together; I found an odd peace in it, and wondered why I'd not gotten into the art of cooking sooner. I slept in the same bed again, and when I woke up, the funny black outfit had somehow become inert and fallen apart into a pile of sinewy fibers that disintegrated when I touched them. The facility was actually somewhat drafty and cool, I quickly realized. I went around wearing a bedsheet for a while.

I wandered more. The place was enormous, though most of its space was given over to giant, empty chambers, some a quarter-mile in length or width -- I guess those were where she ran her experiments. I spent two days walking through the storage areas on the lower levels, getting an idea of what each room had. She'd thought to leave manifests of each room's contents in the computer, and terminals were conveniently placed at all doors.

How she got all that stuff into there, I still don't know. It all appeared to have been made here on Earth. Medical supplies and drugs, barrels and barrels of chemicals and countless ingots of several pure metals, small and large vehicles of all kinds, cooking supplies and fuels, countless tools both simple and technological, scientific gear, clothing for both extreme weather and casual wear, some of which I appropriated... there were spare parts for everything, and elaborately tooled workshops to make anything she hadn't thought to stash it away.

I resolved to spend at least a day looking at the computer files she mentioned, familiarizing myself with this Vault place and getting a broad overview of what was inside the system. After my meal, I got right to it. She was right -- there truly was a virtually endless amount of information in the system. The big one was the detailed instructions and blueprints for the creation of virtually every machine, tool, or device the human race had ever come up with.

There were endless texts on the sciences, beginner's to very advanced texts on hundreds of languages, historical documents from all over the world. Books, art, poetry, movies, music, all of it... the thing couldn't express to me how much it was in terms of bytes, but best I could figure, it was at least an exabyte. It wasn't organized particularly well, and its search engine left much to be desired over even the contemporary options online. Some dumb voice in my head made note -- remember to stick my super-dick in a girl who works for Google, before the world goes to hell completely.

God, I was incorrigible back then. Oh right, I suppose you younger kids might not know who or what Google was. Look it up.

The next day, when I woke up -- I found out later it was actually just after midnight local time -- I went up to the top floor and found the exit hatch she'd mentioned, after no less than three hours of wandering around looking for it. Opening it was easy, and the thing was apparently set to answer to me automatically. I was looking out over a vast, rocky set of hills, which led down to an arid plain.

Down at the bottom, anchored fifty feet or so off the shore, I could see some dim lights through a window of a house... on the water? I looked closer. It was a yacht, maybe thirty feet, complete with polished wood-paneled decking, a small launch on the back, and bright white sails. She had to be kidding me; I'd never sailed a day in my life. A goddamn yacht?

I took a look inside two hours later, after I got down. It was already stocked with over a month's worth of food and drink, and to my surprise, despite its outwardly quaint appearance the boat was not only posh inside, but also almost completely automated. I wouldn't have to manually adjust the sails or even learn to sail at all. The ship's automatic navigator controlled the sails, could download satellite weather data in real time, avoid storms and follow the wind wherever it went, find shipping lanes, plot courses to any destination I chose, and even find other boats if I wanted it to.

There was an emergency motor and radio should the wind stop for some reason. It had satellite internet, was stocked with a data library that wasn't quite as impressive as the one in the vault, but was about as nice as anyone could have gotten onto a boat this size with contemporary technology. I wondered how she thought I could even afford to maintain this thing, or berth it somewhere.

Curious, I checked my account on the satellite internet, just to see how dire the situation had become while I was away. By now, the hospital bills from my interesting foray there had to have been pouring in, and my insurance wasn't so good that I wouldn't be set back by quite a lot.

I had a hair more than 62 million dollars in my bank account.

I just stared at the number for a good ten minutes, wondering if there'd been some mistake. The transaction history said that I'd received payments for services rendered from a number of ambiguously-named foundations, and all the paperwork was already in order. The taxes were already paid.

Who knew what kind of shenanigans she'd had going on... I never investigated any of it for fear of kicking up red flags. Even leaving me so quickly, she'd still set me up with as much as she could find before she took off. I walked out on the deck and looked to the dark night sky, but there was no sign of her, no moving stars, no matter how much I squinted. She was gone, somewhere, for good.

I sat down in the captain's chair, but the fake sense of being in charge only made me feel worse. I found out one could control the boat from any screen inside if the permissions were changed around, so I spent most of my time on the upper deck, underneath a big hooded jacket to protect me from the sun, and looking out at the sea for hours on end. Before setting out I made sure it locked in the Vault's location and saved it, for fear of not being able to find the place again.

I wrote down the latitude and longitude and memorized them, and plastered it on a couple of the walls just in case the computer died and I forgot on top of that. I punched in the course to a medium-size city on the West Coast, where the computer said they had a big marina. I thought about just going to some much closer island in the Pacific with an airport, it would be a lot quicker to get home that way, but I didn't have much faith in my ability to talk past the authorities if they asked any questions. She'd said I would live for a very long time now; what was the rush? Better to take it slow.

It said it would get me there in eighteen days, give or take a few hours. From there, I guess I would get a flight home and just tell people I decided to take a sudden road trip. Well, I had wanted time to think this whole thing over... I relaxed in the chair, and stared out through the small windows to the open sea at night. I heard the machine automatically retracting the ship's anchor, and something whirring as it unfurled the sails. The thing visibly started moving over the waves, and after a few minutes I was surprised at how fast I seemed to be going.

Staring out at the open, dark sea, I started to think.



Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 007



HUMANITY 2.0

YEAR 001, DAY 007

I remember, when I was young and in the old world, how we used to carefully isolate "pornography" from other literature. We could have a novel; it could be adventure, romance, sci-fi, whatever - or - it could be porno. Back then, anything with good sex in it was called porno. Now here, I'm selfishly writing my autobiography so the future generations will have to put up with their great-grandfather's rambling on about the old days even if I'm not around... had my life story been published back then, somehow, there's no doubt in my mind that it would have been classed as 'pornography'.

Occasionally, as I write out in detail what wonderful sex I had with this girl or the other, because the story wouldn't be complete without it -- it occurs to me that, in the era I was born into, this would put my life story, or just about any of our modern literature, on the same shelf as the most mindless fuck-fest you can imagine, had it been sold in the time of my youth. Nobody would question that back then. It was just 'How Things Are'. Or 'Were', in this case.

It's yet those moments, and times we just let love for each other become something physical -- they define our lives so much. We think of it constantly, each for our own reasons, but we dwell on it all the time in our minds regardless. Nowadays, we understand sex not as simply procreation or recreation -- it's communication. There's information that can be expressed by two people having sex that can't be communicated any other way. Doubly true for basically all the rest of you, with your electrophoridae... only you can really describe what that's like, unfortunately. I'm never know the full extent of it.

The overwhelming bulk of you don't really think of this shift as being part of our culture at all, to you it's just always been how it is now. It's mainly those of us who were around in the old world, we know... and we appreciate just how far our society has come, how much easier it is for us to just be when we don't lack for the most basic satisfaction a person can have. Compared to the old world -- it's, as was said back then, night and day.

Forge ahead even when it seems useless. It's only when you get a few hundred years on you, like I have - and then some - that you'll begin to appreciate how far my... our... people have come.

Anyway, ummm... right. I was on the yacht. Wish I still had that thing... I had been sailing for about a day, mostly just watching the waves and thinking. Not about any kind of grand design or the society to come, or whatever, mind you -- I was scheming. What would I tell people? I had been gone for six days already, and it would be more than twenty before I was back.

The Experimenter had covered my tracks when it came to the university; she somehow managed to get them to give me a hardship withdrawal due to a "family emergency". She hadn't, however, furnished a good excuse to tell those who knew me, for why I would have disappeared for over three weeks right in the middle of exams.

On the second day, I checked my email. It was mostly class stuff, but there were nine emails from Emily. They started out concerned about my hospital visit, then confused when she got to Sacramento and wasn't able to find me anywhere. The tone of the emails grew increasingly frantic, then suddenly switched to straight-up rage -- after she apparently met up with Dr. Lazar. I grimaced.

Oh, boy. I really hoped they hadn't spoken long. My sister knew well how bad I was around girls; she made fun of me all the time for it. It didn't help that I wasn't much better around her... I'd never told her what a crush I had on her when we were young. With both our parents functionally out of the picture, she'd taken it upon herself to bug me every time we spoke about whether I'd found a girlfriend. If the good doctor told her even a little bit of what happened between us, Emily would immediately think I had gone off the deep end.

I couldn't explain to her that I had inadvertently used the power the Experimenter gave me on the doctor, the one that made me... or more specifically, one part of me... irresistible to most women that felt even a speck of attraction to me. I never asked the Experimenter how long the pheromone effect lasted, or if it had side effects -- but that instance had apparently not even been its complete form anyway, so who knew what would happen. It would be a couple months, actually, until I really understood that little gift she gave me and how careful I had to be with it.

Sooner or later, I would have to get back in contact with people. Unless I planned to simply disappear and never come back to Sacramento at all, I was going to have to see Emily, Dr. Lazar, and anyone else who lived there. It would be better if I got a hold of them now, I thought, rather than waiting until three weeks later and simply reappearing. I hoped nobody had already filed a missing person report or something, that would make things difficult when I got back -- particularly if they decided to look at my bank account or noted my sudden ownership of a fancy new yacht.

I'd left my cell phone back at home, but I supposed it wouldn't have done me any good on the island or out on the open ocean anyway. While I'm hardly the engineer that Sasha or Wren are, even back then I had certainly spent more than my share of time goofing off on the internet and playing with computers. It didn't take me long to set up the thing to act as a phone. For those who didn't pay enough attention in history class, back then computers and telecommunications technology were... sort of, anyway... separate things. It was only about five years later that the two started to truly merge.

I was struck by a thought that brought me down pretty low a few minutes into my task -- I didn't actually remember my own sister's phone number. Everything had been stored on my phone, and every time I'd upgraded they'd just transferred all my contacts for me. I tried looking it up, but it was no good... I sighed and finished out the task.

I had left the business card Dr. Lazar had given me at home, which had her cell number on it -- but by my math, it was just about 5 in the afternoon back in Sacramento right then, so I figured I may possibly be able to catch her in her office. I gave it a ring, and got voicemail. Damn. I called the hospital main line, and asked after her; they transferred me to the administrative office, and suddenly I was on the phone with some bored-sounding guy.

"You said you were Benedict Stanton?"

"That's me...." I'd given my name right off the bat, then he'd asked me the purpose of my call and a bunch of other routine questions. I had, at the least, thought up half-convincing lies for all of that. Now, he suddenly took on a different, alert tone. 

"There's a note here to have you forwarded to Dr. Lazar right away if you call."

I shook my head, like the guy could see it. "I already tried her office. She isn't in."

"Dr. Lazar is... on leave." The tone he gave the words made my heart sink. I knew a polite lie when I heard one. She was suspended, or had already been fired... and it was my fault. He droned on. "Right, here it is. I have a note here to put a Benedict Stanton through to her cell right away if you call. Transferring..."

I didn't even have time to ask for her cell number again before I heard the tone of it ringing again on the other end. The guy must have had her cell on speed-dial, but then he probably had that for every doctor that ever worked there. I swallowed. Would she hate me? She couldn't have known I used some kind of strange ability on her unintentionally, which compelled her to take my dick into her mouth and give me the amazing experience she did.

"This is Doctor Lazar." She sounded detached and clinical, like she'd answered her phone a million times this way. Come to think of it, I'd never given her my own number back. Not that it would have mattered, I wasn't calling from my phone.

"Um -- Dr. Lazar, this is Ben, uhh, I mean Ben Stanton. Do you remem-"

I heard something clatter on the other end, and a pause for a half-second. "Ben! Where have you been? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I -- well, I went on a little, um, road trip. Sorry if it caused some confusion." Actually, it ended up being a very long trip.

"Where are you? Nobody we could get a hold of seems to know. I need to follow up with you. We never figured out what was wrong with your body, but the lab found some really weird results when they looked at your blood with some high-end equipment-" I swallowed. Oh, hell. I'm not going to fail 15226 already, am I? "-but they couldn't make heads or tails of it. Probably the sample just got irradiated accidentally by some stoned lab tech or something, but I have to get you in again to see if you're okay."

"I'd be glad to, doctor, but I'm currently... uhhh... fuck it." I shrugged, again forgetting as I often did that she couldn't see me. "I really can't come up with a convincing lie here, so I'm just going to tell you -- I'm on this boat in the middle of the Pacific. A sailboat, I mean. I can't get back for something like two weeks."

"Two weeks?" There was silence on the other end, then sounded dubious. More than dubious. "Ben, you've been gone six days. How could getting back take you two weeks? It could only take you six days to get back at most."

"It's a sailboat, you know, so, it, uhh, depends on the wind." I must have sounded like such an idiot. "Going home means sailing into the wind, and that takes longer." I held my breath, hoping she'd buy it.

"Not three times longer! I learned to sail on my uncle's boat when I was a teenager, Ben. You're going to have to do better than that."

I scrambled mentally, somehow finding a way to keep my voice from cracking. I hadn't had a backup plan if the sailing-into-the-wind thing crashed and burned. "It's funny you say that, you know, because that's actually the most believable part of the story." Not even a lie... "It doesn't really matter; I'm fine, doctor. I'd still be glad to let you check me out, though."

There was a slight chuckle on the other end. "I'm sure you would. I told you to call me Bethany, anyway. I might not be a doctor for that much longer regardless."

My throat caught. I had still been hoping it had worked out for her somehow, but it sounded like it hadn't. I had no response. She hadn't deserved this. "Would it help if I went to them and said something?"

"Like what, Ben? That you were a patient in recovery and I was your doctor? That you were possibly carrying an as-yet undiagnosed disease? Forget it." She didn't sound that angry on the phone, but I knew there was no way she wasn't pissed off -- even if not with me, she was probably furious with herself over an inexplicable desertion of all wisdom within her as soon as she'd seen me naked.

I felt so bad about it that I struggled, then threw something out anyway. "Well... I could say I was testing this experimental new Axe body spray for my, uh, cousin, and he called me the next day and told me to stop using it right right now, it turns out it was like thirty times more effective than it was supposed to be."

She snorted. "Thirty times zero is still zero, Ben. Bullshitting them will only make it worse. Stay out of this. I have a good attorney and he's working on getting me out with no charges being filed, but I might not be able to practice for a while. They may only suspend my license for a few years provided I do some court-appointed therapy. I needed some time off anyway... so, just keep your body spray on and ride your magic sailboat home. I'll be here when you're ready to come out of hiding."

"I'm sorry, Doctor. Bethany, I mean. Sorry. You didn't deserve this. It wasn't your fault."

"Not very studly, Ben. After what happened, I thought you'd be spouting some macho garbage and telling me I'm supposed to be your personal slut now." I heard her snort. "Still... thanks for the thought, I guess. It's better than nothing." She sighed. "Really, though, there's no way this could be assembled as not being my fault, Ben. I still can't figure out what happened.

"I'm not -- I'm just not like that. I'm divorced, actually. He ran off with this cute little secretary who worked for him at his firm. I don't blame him, not really. I was never home, and I only wanted to sleep with him once a week at most. I knew he needed more, but I just couldn't be bothered to give it to him. Too busy. Neither of us really... met one another's needs. I guess I always just liked the idea of sex, but the reality never held much appeal.

"I study the medical side of human sexuality a lot, and I'm just fascinated with the whole thing intellectually. It was always one of my favorite courses, in both undergrad and med school. I just... never found the reality of vanilla sex enjoyable. It's why I still can't believe what I did. As soon as I saw your... fuck it, your cock... something just came over me. It was like all of a sudden, all of that insane horniness my ex-husband always was coming onto me with, all the crazy stuff people did just to be naked with each other, it made sense.

"I knew I wouldn't satisfied until I -- well, you remember what I did, I'm sure. I still can't get it out of my head. I've been over and over the whole situation in my mind a hundred times,, and I can't figure myself out." I heard her taking a sharp breath through her teeth. God damnit. Was I going to spend my whole life regretting one blowjob? Was she? She wasn't finished. "You know what's even worse? Even though I've obviously got a serious problem I need to deal with, every time I really try to think about what's wrong with me, instead I can't get that damn image of your big dick out of my mind."

I heard her sigh. "Why am I even telling you all this? Completely unprofessional of me... but it's not like I can pretend to be professional around you after what happened. I feel like I'm realizing I was never the person I thought I was, and I'm the last one to find out... Sorry. I'm just disgusted with Bethany Lazar lately."

I took in what she said for a few moments. I had known it would mess up her career, but I hadn't really thought through the personal side of what my power could do to someone trying to rationalize their behavior without knowing about it. I rummaged around my head, scrambling for something I could say to make it better.

There was no sense beating about the bush - I was coming up pathetically short - but I needed to give her something. "Bethany. I know you think I'm a stupid college kid, and you're probably right - but this really isn't your fault. There's some things I didn't know then that I know now. I will make all of this up to you. You don't have to believe me. I wouldn't, if I was sitting where you are - but I will make this right. I'll be back in town in about two weeks. I'll give you a call then, okay?"

She sighed again. "All right." We were both silent for an awkward moment, then she spoke up. "Oh, I met your sister. Emily. Nice girl."

I gave a chuckle. "Heh. Not that nice."

"I guess not, huh? She straight-up accused me of kidnapping you. I don't know how, but she managed to get a hold of the hospital security director's incident report. About us, I mean. She's absolutely livid with me. I seriously considered trying to get a restraining order, but she backed off a few days ago. She still thinks I'm a seductive harlot who took advantage of her dear, useless little brother."

Damn. So Emily already knows. This isn't going to get any easier, is it? I paused for a moment, then let out a breath. "Fantastic... I'll get her to lay off. She goes a little nuts sometimes. Both our parents aren't around, and she's older than me by three years, so she..."

"I know. Not the first time I've seen kids with deadbeat parents. After the police blew off her kidnapping accusation, she left, but she said she was staying in town until you turned up." Great. I thought for a moment. Wait, won't that mean she could miss the next semester of law school?

I swallowed. Emily would do it, too. After Mom went into the loony bin, Emily started to turn into a lioness when it came to her little brother. I, in turn, had to keep my own behavior to that of a perfect little boy angel - just to keep Emily from going overboard. I had to make sure she stayed school. She had worked too hard to get there. A mixed-race girl with her background had enough trouble in life without becoming a dropout over her idiot brother's alleged flight of fancy. "I don't suppose she left her number with you?"

"She did, and -- wait, you don't have your own sister's phone number?"

"I do, but it was on my phone."

"Which I guess you didn't bring with you on the magic carpet ride?"

"I left on pretty short notice. I didn't actually get to pack anything, uh, at all." She already thought the whole story was bullshit, so I might as well tell her the truth and only let her realize later all of it was true.

"Your sailing trip, you mean, which was going to be three weeks long, but you didn't pack for it or tell anyone you were going. Oh, and you did all this a month before exams, the day after you checked out of the hospital." She laughed; she probably thought I was a total lunatic now. "Fine, whatever. One second..." She was shuffling through some paperwork, I could hear, then she read it off to me.

"Thanks... and you can bank on seeing me in two weeks. I'm serious."

"Okay..." She already sounded distracted again. We finished, and I pressed the disconnect button. I took off the little headset I'd found buried in the supply closet. I was about to stand up and stretch, when I felt something stiff; I still hadn't gotten used to my new... proportions, down below. Remembering Bethany sucking me off, so lovingly and gently, was making my dick chafe inside my pants.

The Experimenter had left a small wardrobe inside the yacht, on top of what I'd confiscated from the endless supplies in the lower level of the Vault -- we didn't call it that yet, I just thought of it as 'the island' -- but even so, the bigger tool she'd granted me didn't quite fit well into anything. It wasn't very comfortable to go around with a burgeoning cock anymore, and it was practically screaming into my hormones to be sated.

Stuck on the boat out in the middle of the ocean, by myself, with internet access, my only option was to look up some porn. That, I can say, was one of the few skills that I had perfected in my old life. Not even ten minutes later, I was kneeling at the ship's bow, spurting an impossibly heavy load of come into the sea -- my thoughts awash with the sight of implant-inflated tits and hairless pussies, and the high-pitched noise of what I now know is how a woman sounds when she's faking an orgasm. Badly, I might add.

My dick filled my fist in a very satisfying fashion, and even my pre-come was far more copious; it had spread all down my shaft and was like using Vaseline. It wasn't as good as when I had come in Bethany's mouth, or inside the Experimenter, but it was still leaps and bounds more pleasurable than before. She'd increased my overall libido, sure, but it was the stronger orgasms I now felt that would definitely reinforce my desire and only make me want sex more and more.

Rather than calling Emily next, I called up John instead, my old roommate. He actually picked up for once, and seemed surprised to hear from me. Yes, he'd seen Emily too; he remembered her from when I moved in. He usually wasn't that good with names and faces, unless it was a girl he wanted to sleep with. I tried not to think too much about it. She could have done worse than John, I guess.

He told me she was staying in some hotel nearby that I wrote down - and that he'd been told to tell me that if I called. He'd also been told to tell her if I called, but he wouldn't if I asked. Bro code and all. A rare man who actually believed in it. Yes, I was asking. No, she hadn't accused him of any felonies. Oddly, he didn't even ask what happened to me or why I wouldn't be home for nearly three weeks; probably because he himself would disappear inexplicably for days or weeks sometimes, and I was too much of an introvert to really pry into his life that much.




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 007



You know... had he been an archaeology major or something, I could have understood, but he was studying telecommunications. By definition, his field was all about not having to go somewhere else. I never figured that out, or come to think of it, anything else about John; one more unsolved mystery of the old world.

After that, I was sitting in front of the computer for a while. I felt a sense of restless energy. I needed to clear my head before I talked to Emily. For the first time in my life... I felt like exercising. It was strange, but all my muscles had this tenseness to them, not like being nervous -- more like just having to get rid of their excess power.

I had never really worked out before, except for that bullshit they put us through in high school; I had to actually go online and look up stuff like good routines, the right way to do a squat, the correct ways to work out in general, what I needed to eat and what a catabolic period is... everything. Despite this wealth of information, I still ended up pulling muscles, falling over, bruising myself, and spending hours lying around feeling dim pain from some overstressed joint or another.

There wasn't a weight set or anything on the yacht, though it was certainly well-furnished. I had to settle for deadlifting the anchor, chain attached and everything. I did a lot of bodyweight stuff for eighteen days -- but it was probably for the best that there weren't any bench presses or anything like that around for me to get myself killed on.

Even though the changes she had made in me were only starting to take effect, she hadn't changed the fact that I was still an overall physically awkward and inept person. I needed time to get used to using my body, and back then I had no idea how much bigger and stronger I would really get. She'd mentioned that males of my species would be physically larger, and I could expect two more growth spurts -- one starting in a few months, when the bulk of my change into the new species began, and one in another ten years or so -- but hadn't shared anything more specific than that.

I'd brought her research notes, but they basically said even she wasn't sure what the exact outcome would be of the alterations she'd made to males. She hadn't had time to let a few test subjects grow up and see. I hoped I wouldn't be eleven feet tall or some crazy thing like that; she'd wanted me to keep a low profile, but if I ended up being gargantuan, or the most handsome man alive, or glowed in the dark or some shit - then that would be out.

Finally, I resolved myself - it was time to call Emily. I felt like putting a crash helmet on first; I knew she would have slapped me had I been standing there in front of her.

I heard her clear, emotive, feminine voice on the other end. "Um, hello?" I felt confused for a moment. Emily had caller ID, so she always answered knowing it was me. I palmed my forehead. Right, not calling from my own number.

I cleared my throat. Time for the crash helmet. "Em. It's Ben."

"BEN?" Her tone was abruptly both vicious and pleading. I could even hear the public commotion in the background from the disturbance she'd made.

Then followed a ninety-minute conversation, which was mostly me - ineptly - dodging her probing questions. She wanted to know if Bethany slipped me any drugs or otherwise coerced me into what happened... it was, of course, if anything, the other way around, but I just told her at the time that nothing like that occurred and it was something "just happening" between two adults.

I didn't have any good answers for her about where I was, and she was convinced I'd had a nervous breakdown and was hiding out somewhere and just lying to people about the whole on-a-boat-on-the-ocean thing -- but after ninety minutes, she finally seemed to relent on convincing me to give up the act. Had there been a camera onboard, I would have taken a shot of me on the open sea -- but she knew I was at least handy with photo-editing software, so she probably wouldn't buy that either.

"I'm staying here at the Marriott Marquis down the block from your place. I'm going to fucking stay here until you get your head back on and come home, and I will not leave until I see you and decide you are not insane. Anymore."

I blew out a breath to my side. Her reaction wasn't unexpected, but it still wasn't super convenient either. I remembered something. "Doesn't your next semester start soon?"

"It did start, the day before yesterday. I'm fucking missing the next semester of school because of your nutjob episode, Ben. Tuition down the drain, and everything. I fucking knew you were going to snap sooner or later. You don't spend your whole life locked up in your room studying and playing video games because you're a stable and happy person. I should have come here a year or two ago and dragged you out into the fucking sun.

"Or I should have just gone to a local school so I could keep an eye on you and force you to have a social life so you wouldn't go nuts. God damn it. God damn it, Ben. I would have dragged you out with me on the weekends if I'd known you were half this bad. You must have gotten Mom's DNA. I hope I can bring you back to this planet before you end up like she did." I winced. Emily sounded both furious and disgusted. Even if everything she thought about me was true, surely that was going too far. I wasn't like Mom. I wasn't seeing the Celestines. I was completely together and lucid through the whole course of this phone call, at the very least.

Our mother, Lydia, had been schizophrenic. That's - thankfully - rare these days; look it up if you haven't heard of it. She'd been fine for decades, through her marriage with our father, up until around when I turned eight. It was around then that whatever sleeping monster was lurking in the chemicals of her brain woke up, and she gradually lost touch with reality over the course of about a year and a half.

Nothing Dad said could bring her back; everything we tried to tell her was just another attempt by the aliens to mislead her. When it reached its worst, she'd tried to hide us both in a shed on some farm miles outside town for a few weeks, to "keep you two safe from the Celestines". We never figured out what the Celestines were exactly; the answer seemed to make less sense every time one of us asked. I hope they weren't the Experimenters.

We were only locked up in the shed for about a day before they found us, and the police took Mom away. From then on, I'd only seen her in the institution. The drugs they kept her on seemed to keep her on the ground, but never quite there either. She'd abruptly died in there the year before last, an allergic reaction to some experimental new medicine she signed up to try. The prison hadn't even let Dad attend the funeral. Emily had made barely an appearance for the service before vanishing again.

As far as I was concerned, Mom died taking a risk to try and make herself better. Maybe she knew on some level that she was deranged, but couldn't help herself. Maybe if it had worked, she could have been let out and been a part of our lives again. Even in her insane state, she'd locked us up in the shed thinking it was to save us - she'd never stopped thinking about us, or keeping her children safe before herself. Emily, unfortunately, was always a lot less forgiving; to her, it was like Mom had personally betrayed her. She still carried it around like this great weight in her life - one I'd let go of a long time ago.

Emily had harangued me for a few minutes more before she hung up. Had she been able to slam the receiver down, she would have, but I'd called her cell. I tried repeatedly to assure her that I was okay and that her staying obstinate and not going back to New York wouldn't, and in fact couldn't, make me get home any faster. I was really starting to get pissed off with the Experimenter for not either teleporting me back home... or at least giving me something faster than a fucking sailboat.

I spent another seventeen days on the yacht. There was no real place to do cardio, so I satisfied myself with using a mooring line as a jump rope. After the third day, some of my pubic hair began to fall out. I checked the copy of the Experimenter's notes that I had brought, and sure enough, that was also on the list. Both genders had lost that little detail; she said it no longer served its evolutionary purpose and was now just a liability for lice and infections. By day nine, my cock was hairless, which - to my enjoyment - made me seem a little bigger even still.

The rest of the time I wasn't working out, eating, or sleeping, I was thinking and planning -- mostly in circles, anxiety rearing its head again. Unfortunately, thinking was a skill I never really developed like I thought I would. I'd been a gamer all my life, all planning and tactics - but somehow I never managed to translate that into a truly strategic mindset. I've always had to rely on the girls to do the intellectual heavy lifting, while I've always felt more like their personal cock, cook, and mascot.

Well, really, I lied about 'thinking and planning' eating up all that much time. In truth, I stroked off more times in those seventeen days than I had in half a year prior. Once I'd gotten over the emotional whiplash of meeting 15226, making love to her and feeling this deep connection all of a sudden, then watching her leave Earth forever, my brain started to reassert itself -- and to begin to sort through and reassemble the thousands of raunchy, sweaty sex scenes she'd injected into my mind.

She had spent two full and very interesting lifetimes as a human female, and aside from those two long stints, she apparently had also taken off for adventures around our planet for a few years at a time while her experiments ran. She honestly enjoyed running around as a human and particularly liked having sex as one, and it showed in the memories she'd put in my mind.

I'm not saying it made me feel like being a woman -- I was very attached to being masculine, especially after I met her -- but having an endless supply of abundantly clear, personal memories of sex as a woman to just think back on at any time can really give a man an everlasting hardon. It felt like I was going to fill up the ocean with all the come I pumped off the side of the boat and into the sea.

I kept thinking of new things I wanted to try, of special ways I thought that I could become the perfect lover -- to become the one guy who really, honestly, truly knew 'What Women Want'. Of course, it helped that I had a decidedly unfair advantage -- at the time, though, I think I assumed I was much better at this than I really was. I laid out plans of how I was going to approach various cute girls I knew around the campus... Nina upstairs, Monica in my chem lab... or Amy, the strange but fun Asian girl I often ran into in my math courses.

They each were smart, industrious, and interesting people, but I should be honest -- at that point I was really thinking more that they were hot. My criteria weren't as strict as they could have been then, and I wasn't really thinking about how every woman I made love to was someone I better be prepared to live with for centuries, and would have as much influence on raising my children as I would.

God damn, if I had realized that before I docked the boat instead of after, how history might have changed.

The boat approached the small marina in the bay outside Monterey in California. Once I was near enough to the coast, I'd set up the berth rental online easily enough. From there it was just a matter of telling the boat where the berth was, and pressing the big 'dock' button. I could have gone to sleep afterwards for all the danger I was in with the autopilot handling things, but I felt compelled to sit in the captain's chair and act like I knew what to do if something went wrong. It wasn't like there was anyone else on board to impress, but I did it anyway.

It was a bustling Friday afternoon, and there were colorful yachts, catamarans, fishing boats, and even wakeboarders all around; the place was downright busy, actually. I intentionally chose what I thought would be an out-of-the-way place where few people would pay attention to my shiny new yacht and the associated impossibly large overnight fortune I'd gained along with it -- but my luck struck out. The place was some kind of out-of-the-way resort and everyone was out there having a good time.

I looked like an ass, I'm sure, fumbling out of the million-dollar boat and trying to figure out how to tie the thing to the dock without hurting myself or watching it drift away. I was about to go back inside and start looking up how to tie knots when I heard someone calling out to my left, out of sight.

"Hey, you need help there?" I turned. She was quite a sight.

Everyone, of course, knows what Nadine looks like now, though most would have a different association with her face than I do. Then and now, I can only see the most welcome sight a man could have laid eyes on after being alone at sea for interminable ages.

To me, Nadine then was a nubile young redhead, lightly freckled; her shiny curls were cut in short ringlets, and she was wearing only a light lavender spaghetti top that made only a token attempt to cover her huge boobs, a wide-brimmed hat, tight white shorts that hugged her generous ass, and green flip-flops. She was very pale, and looking a little out of place in the bright California sunlight -- and I could make out the hint of sunburn on her shoulders, thighs, and cleavage. I didn't see anyone else around that she might have been here with.

I shrugged. "Um, I'm figuring it out bit by bit. I borrowed this thing for the afternoon, but it looks like I didn't do all my homework." I managed to force a sheepish look, trying to cover up the lie.

"Here." She strode over, and I could have sworn I felt a pulse in my dick, the pole getting harder every step she took closer to me. The Experimenter had super-charged my sex drive, then gave me that oversized cock I was so eager to use -- and then she'd ensured I would be stuck on a stupid yacht for weeks, with only my imagination for company.

She could have been half again as heavy and nowhere near as cute, and I'd probably still be forcing myself to think of baseball to keep my rod from tearing open my shorts. Oh -- no baseball lately... I guess my sons have some play on words they use about solving the quadratic equation upside-down, but hell if I remember it right now. As it was, running into such a fine-looking woman right off the bat as soon as I reached the land was like a dream come true, and my thoughts were set upon how I could bed her immediately.

She bent down next to me, and her cleavage dangled pleasantly inside her top as she showed me some knot or other, that I completely failed to pay attention to. I smiled and nodded, unable to tear my eyes from those wonderful orbs. I guessed them at a D-cup - a handful, and then some. Given, I had smaller hands then, but still - they looked huge, soft, and delectable.

The odd noise brought my conscious mind back into the drivers' seat for a time. I looked up at her face, where she was snapping her fingers. I smiled before I belatedly realized what the gesture meant. She had a little disappointed frown. I winced internally; way to start off well, try to impress a girl by spending your first few minutes with her staring at her tits more than her face. So much for the Great Lover Benedict Stanton.

"Ready to pay attention now?" She gave a tight smile.

"I -- I'm sorry. That was just completely crude of me. I can't believe I -- listen, is there any way I can turn this around and make it into a complement? I mean, you look fantastic, there is just nothing else to it, and I'm just a lonely sailor who's been out on the ocean by himself for a few weeks."

She sighed. "Listen, you aren't the first and you won't be the last. What I'm saying is important if you don't want this expensive boat to get wrecked the first time a half-assed storm comes by here, so pay attention." Her voice was a little scratchy, which made me wonder if she was a smoker. She wasn't, of course. It was just her voice.

She showed me the knot again. I managed to focus this time, and then tried it myself. It was surprisingly easy, simpler than tying a tie. She watched as I then went around the boat and tied it off completely, and she seemed satisfied. I'd passed at least one test so far.

"Benedict Stanton. But call me Ben." I held out a hand toward her.

"Nadine O'Bryan."

I shook her dainty hand gently. It was warm, and soft; even if she hung around this marina a lot, she clearly didn't handle the heavy ropes here very often. "I'm glad at least one of us knows something about boats."

"My step-dad owns this place. We occasionally come down here during the summer for my mom's booty calls -- I mean, their vacations together." She smiled, making it obvious her 'error' had been anything but.

"Well, if there's a place to take a woman, this is it. This place is beautiful. Out of the way, perfect weather, nice scenery..." I felt the breeze as it came over me; the sky was brilliant, the water was sparkling and full of colorful boats, and what few people could be seen around were having a great time.

She shrugged. "It gets old after a while."

"Well." I held out my hands. "What's there to do around here that isn't old for you, then?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Well... umm... if you're asking, then there's a this new theme bar a ways south of here where you have to pretend to be a pirate."

"Seriously?" I'd been hoping for something a little more traditional, known-territory stuff so I'd have room to let my power work. A pirate? Like with a peg leg and a parrot and eyepatch and shit?

"Mm-hmm. They only opened three weeks ago. My mom and stepdad are too busy getting reacquainted, and I love my old mom too much to let her go without her alone time with her man. I'm stuck outside the house with no friends for most of a month."

I felt quite invited by now. "Well. You did just save me from my own foolishness. All you can drink, on me. Let's go."

I'm not going to give you all the play-by-play of our evening together. There were these cheap city cabs that would take you anywhere around town, and we hopped into one and headed straight there. She seemed into me, in a way that I was just completely unaccustomed to. With Bethany, the whole thing had been so out of the blue, and was really more something that happened to me; now, though, I was clearly expected to take the lead.

The pirate bar was something else -- and what was even crazier was the 'pirate ale' they served. I had no idea what to expect, and it tasted sort of like cheap beer, so I kept drinking and drinking, not realizing how strong it was. The Experimenter hadn't given my body - well, anything in the way of alcohol immunity, despite the other enhancements, so I quickly went just about as out of control as any real pirate.

I don't remember the second half of our little date. There was some kind of dancing, I think, and something about a red motorcycle. My recollection largely resumes when we got out of the cab. She'd been all over me in the back seat, climbing into my lap and grinding herself against me in a way that left no room for interpretation. Those massive tits were right in front of my face, their sensuous weight covered only by a thin sheet of cotton.

The cab driver was complaining to us about something, and he dropped us off at a small nearby hotel. I rented a room, their largest suite; chump change with my new fortune. I took her upstairs, keying the door open as she hung off me and kissed my neck and shoulders. She was pressing herself against me, practically humping my leg like she was in heat. In a sense, she was.




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 007



The room was like you can see in some of those old movies we kept in the Vault -- a dingy, creaking tropical resort hotel that had seen better days. The 'most luxurious room in the house', my ass. Paint that was once a light sea-green was peeling, the TV was the old cathode-ray kind, and the bathroom had fine, if tarnished, brass fittings over fake marble. The carpet was the tough, thin kind that's still there in many of the ruins some of you may have toured. You know, that stuff lasts for centuries.

There were bare spots in the ceiling where old holes had been repaired, but they'd done a half-ass job. The room was dominated by a single king bed with a bedcover that at least looked clean in the room's dim lighting. Hotels used to do that, use weak lighting intentionally to hide how dirty they were. There was a little wood-panel ceiling fan spinning above, and a vintage window-mounted air conditioner softly humming as we went inside.

I got her down onto the bed, settling her down for a moment -- long enough to lean down over her and kiss her fully. With the door closed now, we finally had a private place to ourselves and could just let loose the passion that had been building all night. Despite our greed for each other's bodies, we both just played for a time, kissing, making out, toying with each other's secret places through our clothes.

I had a little whiskey-dick at that point, and while she hadn't pulled my rod out of my pants and exposed herself fully to its special pheromones, she was teasing it through the front of my jeans, and there was now a growing spot of soggy pre-come decorating the top of my fly and the bottom of my tee-shirt.

I pulled her top off easily, with her help, and she unsnapped her pink bra. She immediately pulled my head in between her tits. The sweaty, hot flesh pressed flat against my face on both sides. I could see nothing, but I guess she figured she would poke a little fun at me. I heard, muffled through her breasts near my ears: "Stare at them all you want now..."

I pressed forward, pushing her onto her back, letting the massive orbs roll to either side. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it while my hand toyed with the other until I felt both harden.

Her breasts were also lightly freckled, like her face, and were very pale -- looking only more so against my dark tone. The redness on her skin where her breasts met, the mark of spending too much time in the sun with a wide-necked shirt on, looked funny, but didn't subtract from her at all. She pulled my head up and we kissed for a time, and then I felt her other hand wandering down below and finding the long, stiff mass awaiting underneath my clothes.

"God, yours is big..."

"These aren't exactly tiny either." I gave another playful suck to each of her nipples.

She didn't respond, instead just focusing on revealing me. I felt my length finally bounce free as she fumbled my pants loose, and her eyes widened as she stared at me. I knew its power, which had been at work on her since we met, was now at its peak. That I would orgasm inside her was inevitable now. She shimmied herself down toward the foot of the bed, positioning her head directly beneath my cock.

I obliged her, rising up just long enough for her head to get into position and her mouth to open wide; then, with her hands guiding me, I sank my pole past her waiting lips. I gasped with total satisfaction; finally, at long last, my cock was back in a woman's mouth. I'd been longing for this for what seemed like ages while I was alone on the yacht with my enhanced libido.

In hindsight, she wasn't that good... Nadine, on the off chance you somehow got a hold of this - it wasn't you, really. Neither of us was really that good at this yet. I felt specks of pain as her teeth scraped against me, and she ended up making me do all the work. I didn't care; I needed this, I had to fuck her mouth. My hips bounced up and down, simply enjoying myself, until I couldn't take anymore.

I needed more, to conquer her. I pulled her back upward, kissing her roughly for a few moments as I felt her legs spreading in anticipation of the inevitable. We both knew what came next, and the obvious wetness between her legs spoke to her readiness. As our kiss broke and our eyes met again, she bucked her hips slightly, looking down at my cock then back at me. She needed it almost as much as I did.

I was vaguely aware, of course, all this time, that my fucking her would change her forever. I was never not aware of it, let's put it that way. Back then, as I told Dr. Lazar so succinctly, I was just a stupid kid. I didn't really think things through. At the time, I just figured -- hey -- who would object to being forever young, having enhanced senses and strength, and to become the very first woman of the new human race?

It completely failed to occur to me that I knew next to nothing about Nadine, who she was, what she thought was important and what wasn't, what kind of decisions she'd made with her life. She was hot, and ready to fuck me as soon as I got off the boat -- and that was all I needed to know right then.

Most of the girls have told me it wasn't my fault, that the Experimenter made me this way and that I both require and deserve sex as often as possible. They say all the blame lays squarely on her, for what she did. Well, if you hear Zee's theory, it's on 15226 for only furnishing a fucking sailboat when she could have just teleported me straight to Bethany's hot tub or something. Not much of what Zee says gets written down, so I feel the need to at least put that in here.

There's some logic to any of it, but it doesn't help that my girls usually tell me this when they're already stripping down and massaging my rod, preparing to take me inside themselves and trying to assuage any guilt that might distract me as I fuck them. They think I was simply taken by animal lust when I first made love to Nadine.

I wish it was that simple. It wasn't that I couldn't help myself; it was that I just didn't care. I didn't even think to stop, or have some internal battle with my own misgivings. There just weren't any at the time. That was probably the most damning part of it all.

On top of it all, the sex was rushed and hectic. I was too impatient. I rammed my cock inside her in one powerful thrust, making her quail with both shock and a little bit of agony. I'd forgotten how big I was. I felt her incredible tightness all around me, stretching her wide. I felt, for a moment, like I was ruining her for other men, and in a sense I was; she wouldn't be able to have children with anyone but me by the time we finished.

It was only once I was back inside her, my mind calming just enough to take control; it was like I suddenly broke the surface of the ocean of abstinence I'd been choking for air in, and could think for a few moments. I felt recollections return - of both the best and worst times 15226 had been fucked by men, how the true masters in the bedroom had taken her, the slow and increasing rythym they used - and how badly it hurt when a man was too rough with her.

My caress instantly became loving and tender. I withdrew, mumbling some apology or another while she smiled at me through the mist of newly forming tears. I resolved to make it just as good for her as it already was for me. I rubbed my length up and down her slit, entering her with only my fat head, inch by inch, withdrawing occasionally then pushing back inside slowly.

All the while, I showered her face, neck, ears, and tits with kisses, working them all around her as I assaulted her whole body. My cock entering her became almost as afterthought as I tried my best to find her erogenous spots, nibbling her earlobe, my tongue dancing with hers, biting her nipple ever so lightly. She was so light, so soft, so responsive. Those jug-like boobs below me were like big fleshy pillows of love, enough to rest my head and sleep on, and give me long, happy dreams of titty-fucking all night.

We both kissed again as my cock bottomed out inside her. I felt her hot pussy lips kissing the base of my dick, and I knew it was time to make this happen, this time for real. She was ready now, wanting me to let loose. I could feel her increased bounciness as she let her body buck against mine, trying to force me to fuck her. I gathered up my weight, sliding my knees up into a crouching position on all fours above her. Her legs were bent up above me, spread wide and accepting me completely.

I pumped myself out and in fully, one stroke, then two, then many more. In only a few moments I'd settled into a powerful fucking rhythm, making full use of all that exercise I'd done on the boat. It was hard work right off the bat, and I was going to need that endurance. I could already feel the slick of our combined sweat where our bodies touched, making us both slippery. It didn't matter; the animal was out now, pumping hard and letting my cock go wild with her body until I was satisfied.

She was devolving now into an animal herself, like me; her girly moans and 'aahhs' were becoming deeper, growling noises as she beckoned me to fuck her harder and harder. Her red curls bounced around her face, sliding about the pillow. The red of her sunburn was now hidden in the flush that darkened all of her skin, turning her whole face and upper body a pinkish color.

I knew she wanted me to play with her clit somehow, and I did, letting one hand support my weight by her head while the other toyed with her. It made her shout with sudden glee as I found her, knowing exactly what she wanted; it was as natural as knowing what I wanted. I remembered being 15226 as both men and women played with that little nubbin on her countless times, and specifically what it took to make a woman explode with pleasure.

I didn't want to waste time, unable to hold myself back either. I wanted to see this pretty, red-headed little creature come. I pressed her hard, nibbling her tits occasionally as I frigged her clit. She wanted me to slow down, but I ignored it. Her hand even tried weakly to push me away, probably wanting to make it last, but even she seemed surprised when she came.

I don't think she expected to. Her reaction, to this day, I consider priceless. Orgasm seemed as unfamiliar to her as skydiving or waterskiing. Her face was contorted with both shock and pleasure, the flashes of both shooting out of her clit and up into her mind, blanking out her thoughts in waves just as she managed to collect herself enough to try and figure out what was going on.

It was enough to push me over. As she came down, I was exploding myself. I hoped it was her safe time of the month -- look in your biology texts, kids, on how women's bodies in the old species worked -- she made no effort to stop me as I came with a roar. Seed poured out of my erupting cock, coating her pussy with load after load of sticky white goo. I slammed my cock home a few more times as I reveled in the pleasure, the all-conquering sense of power that accompanies fucking a woman raw and coming inside her.

I let my length rest a few more moments as I felt it subside, then withdrew my withering pole. Only once it was done did I feel the combined effect of a crazy drunken night on top of incredibly energetic sex pile atop me. I was utterly exhausted, and passed out next to her. Our bodies, still both slick with sweat, rested together as the cheap, rusty ceiling fan above us rotated, weakly moving cool air down over us. I dozed off, feeling satisfied for the first time in weeks.

She was gone when I woke up in the morning. Not even a note. I knew her last name, and knew where she hung out - but at the time I figured I'd give her space, write her a letter or something with my email address on it and come back later. What a Goddamn stupid fucking decision, abandoning her like that when her body was already being changed by the retrovirus. I'll regret it to the day I die.

I should have chased her down and spent more time with her even if it meant not getting back home for another week and making Emily mad enough to beat me within an inch of my life when I got home. Maybe then... fuck it. No matter how well 15226 made me, nobody can change the past. I had my head set on making my way back to Sacramento, thinking about which girls around campus I could bed now, and make into my de-facto wives.

I dragged myself out of the bed. The shower helped with my aches a little, enough that I could go for a brief run on the hotel's single erratically malfunctioning treadmill for half an hour to clear my head and work the kinks out of my muscles. I took another shower afterward and felt ready for the day. A few minutes with the phonebook and I had a rental car being delivered. I checked out of the hotel quietly, the dimly sullen middle-aged guy behind the desk giving me a cold stare and utterly fake smile.

I recalled he'd been there the previous night when we checked in; he probably saw Nadine leave on her own well before me and figured I'd just been some idle-rich asshole using the place for a night with a hooker. I had nothing to pack; only the keys to the boat and the clothes I had on. I hopped in the car, set the GPS to the hotel Emily was staying in, and set out.

I had a second thought before I reached the highway. There was a lot of sightseeing I'd wanted to do up and down the California coast, but had never had the time to do. It also would be easier to pass off my little adventure as some kind of last-minute vacation if I could produce recent photos of myself in some tourist spots, though it still wouldn't make for a very great defense. A nine-hour drive became a three-day whirlwind tour until I finally pulled into Sacramento in the morning, 22 days after my meeting with 15226. 



Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 022



It was a short flight, and then I had to get a cab again back into town.  I thought long and hard about where to go first – to meet Bethany and get told how stupid I was, to meet Emily and get told how stupid I was, or to go back to my own place and tell myself how stupid I was.

I eventually made up my mind, and had the driver drop me off instead at the hotel Emily was staying at.  Family had to come first, I guess.  She had been living here, missing school, just to make sure that I was okay, so I owed her that much at least.

First order of business was to get her out of Obstinate Stubborn Emily Mode and back school.  I hadn't called her when I got in to shore or when I landed, figuring I'd just surprise her and hopefully press that tiny advantage into helping her think I wasn't insane.  I hadn't been in the hotel before, and it took me a moment to find the front desk.  Like any hotel, the main lobby looked nice; all cut grey stone and trickling fountains.  Even the cheap ones back then had nice lobbies.

"I'm looking for a guest here, Emily Stanton?"

The desk clerk, my age and probably also enrolled in school, looked up from her computer as I said it.  She had the look of infinite patience that you only see on people trained well to talk politely to idiots all day.  "I'm sorry, I can't share guest information or room numbers, but..."  Even while she said it, she had been typing something into her computer.  She seemed to notice something on the screen and paused for a moment, then looked back up with a smile.  "Sorry – what was your name?"

"I'm Ben Stanton."

She nodded.  "Can I see a photo ID?"

I prepared the half-ass color printed version the TSA had finally, and reluctantly, given me after my hare-brained attempt to board a plane without my wallet, along with the paperwork that assured the viewer it wasn't bullshit.  I guess if I had had a functioning neuron or two at the time, I would have stopped by my apartment first, grabbed my wallet, and then come to the hotel.  Oh well.

"Your wife left your name on the room as well, Mr. Stanton.  I can issue you a key if you would like."

"Uh, she's my sister... but great, I won't call the room; I'll just go on up."  Ten seconds later I had her room key and was listening to elevator music.

At the door, I stopped and took a deep breath, centering and focusing myself.  I needed to be on point, to bowl over Emily's inevitable fury and overwhelm her with my positive outlook and stable, manly demeanor.  It was my only strategy to hopefully convince her I shouldn't be in the loony bin.  I summoned a huge smile and puffed out my chest as I barged in suddenly.  "Helllloooo Emily!"

The room was empty except for her opened bag, with a few things strewn around and the bed unmade.  I frowned.  There went my big surprise.  She must have gone out for the day, I guess, or maybe she went to get something to eat.  It was five in the afternoon.  I let myself collapse onto the bed.  I had slept on the plane some, and I wasn't ready to sleep at all... then I remembered.

The boat's shower hadn't been quite so great, more of a glorified faucet near the ceiling – and there had been no real washing machine for my handful of outfits on the boat either.  I'd only even brought one change of clothes with me, which I was wearing.  Anyone who got too close might think I was a bum; in hindsight, it was a wonder I didn't get tossed out of the hotel.

I could go down the street back to my place and get changed and dressed, but I didn't feel like doing all that work right then.  I stripped down and put my clothes in the laundry bag, and called down to have the hotel pick it up and clean them.  I jumped in the shower and finally felt real, hot water, for the first time in weeks - not the lukewarm stuff the boat could produce, despite its countless other amenities.  It was refreshing, particularly on my overstressed muscles that I'd been working out constantly on the boat.

I toweled off and took a look at myself in the mirror.  In many ways, I was just another modern, middle-low class American guy you'd see on the street; blackish wavy hair, brown eyes, dark-ish skin from my impossibly over-mixed background.  Weeks on the boat had tanned me a shade or two darker, yet somehow I hadn't burned; I had to probably credit the Experimenter, yet another 'enhancement' on the endless list of minor upgrades she'd made to me.  To us.  After a few days on the boat I'd taken to going around with no shirt, or occasionally I would lie in the sun naked.  I hated tan lines.

Of course, part of going about in the buff was also to satisfy my new ego – back then, I still couldn't get over having a bigger tool.  It hung down low between my legs, a pleasantly meaty, masculine weight... what an idiot I was sometimes.  I looked like a true surfer now, and I could tell I'd filled out my muscles some – not much, but the rest was still to come.  My hair was short, mainly due to the low maintenance involved, and I'd managed to stay clean-shaven on the yacht, but right then I considered whether I should grow my hair out into dreadlocks.  I had the body and look to make it work now, I thought.

I was about five foot nine at the time, and while I never considered myself handsome, I'll let the girls judge that.  I wrapped the towel around my waist, feeling pretty satisfied with the new Benedict Stanton at that moment.  Maybe I would order room service.  I'd go back downstairs later and cover Emily's room bill, I figured; I owed her that much.  I opened the bathroom door, stepping back out into the room and thinking I would maybe watch some TV until my clothes were back.

Emily was right there, leaning against the opposite wall with her arms folded.  She was glowering at me.  I hadn't heard her come in, but she might have heard me showering outside and kept quiet.  I froze for a time, probably looking like a terrified animal caught in the headlights; all the great one-liners I'd been trying to think up to greet Emily with suddenly fled.  I said nothing for a few seconds.

My sister had always been pretty; like me, she had straight brown hair and eyes, but her skin was a shade darker than mine.  Her hair was down just below her shoulders, and tied back into a ponytail at the moment.  She was about five feet and three inches, kept herself in good shape, and had delicate yet sharp features that had attracted a whole army of men in her life.

At that moment, she was wearing just some jeans and a light, orange-colored blouse.  She'd had many boyfriends through high school and early college, then something happened in her junior year of undergrad that I'd never gotten her to talk about.  There'd not been a single one since then, so far as I knew.

"The desk girl said you showed up when I went by.  You didn't call me."

"I did."

"Three weeks ago!"  Her small fist slammed against the wall beside her.  "I meant when you got back into town, you stupid fuck!"

I grimaced, already worried that the hotel's security might show up and try to break up some domestic dispute.  I summoned my broad smile again.  "I was going to surprise you.  I'm not nuts, Em.  I'm not Mom."

"Oh.  Really."  Her voice dripped with sarcasm.  This wasn't working.

"Em – just relax.  There's nothing to worry about.  I'm here, I'm fine, I'm not in an institution or jail.  Nobody's pressing any charges on me.  I didn't even do anything illegal.  Taking off like that wasn't even my idea."  Already I was throwing 15226 under the bus.  I wanted to curse myself for my lack of creativity... why hadn't I thought up a better reason?

"Whose was it, then?  Your new doctor girlfriend's?"

"That – forget about that.  That was once.  I don't have some secret life you don't know about.  I'm still Ben, your shut-in loser brother.  I just had a weird night, and then went on vacation at a, uh, admittedly odd time."

"Right after getting out of the hospital!"  She threw her arms up and stormed back into the room.  I followed behind her a few feet.  She turned back to me, looking me up and down.  "And where are your fucking clothes!"

"The hotel is running them through the wash for me.  There wasn't a machine on my yacht.  They were kind of rank."

"On your what?  You know what... forget it.  I'm not even going to ask."  She sighed, and was quiet for a few moments.  An eyebrow raised on her face as she looked back at me, seeming confused for a moment.  "What's with you?  I expected you to look like hell.  I've never seen you this... I don't know.  Healthy."

"I said I was on the ocean.  I got some sun, and was working out a lot.  Not much else to do."  I gave a mock flexing motion, curling my arms and hunching forward.  "It felt great, really.  I'm going to keep at it."

"You needed it.  I always thought you could've looked damn good if you just put in the effort."  She slowly walked up to me, and put a hand on my bare chest.  I suddenly noticed all over again how small and delicate her hands were.  "I was really worried about you.  I couldn't stop thinking about that time we got stuck in that shed.  You aren't allowed to go and do crazy or stupid stuff anymore, okay?  Not after Mom lost it."

I let out some inward sigh of relief.  Emily's fury seemed to be melting.  "The shed?  But we were together that whole time.  I never went anywhere then."

"Ben..."  She closed her eyes and shook her head.  "I guess you were too young... I was old enough then to see things a little more clearly.  I knew Mom had snapped and she wasn't coming back to the real world.  I guess I also realized before you did that something was fucked up about Dad.  When we were stuck in that shed while Mom had her big episode, Ben... I swore I would be the one who took care of you, even if neither of those two psychos did."  Her hand stroked up and down my chest, touching me in a surprisingly intimate and loving way.  It felt pretty good.  It felt...

Oh hell.  I froze.  16225 had said my power would work on any woman I was attracted to, provided she felt 'even a speck' of that back toward me – and Emily was my first crush.  I had always been a little attracted to her, but I'd gotten so used to just sitting on that knowledge that I didn't even really think about it anymore, save for a few dark fantasies when I was alone, stroking myself off to a video of some porno queen or another who vaguely resembled her.  Imagining Emily's lips sliding over my cock... stuff of midnight half-dreams, not reality.

Emily slid toward me, pressing her head to my chest and bringing her hands together behind my back.  She made a low purring sound as she hugged me tight, leaning the side of her face into the small of my neck; she began to rock from side to side, ignoring my wet skin.  I could sense her happiness, yet this was far more affection than she had ever shown me before – and I could also sense something familiar happening with regard to my manhood.  It was covered solely by the towel I wore.

I never finished the thought as Emily's smallish nipples, now themselves erect, poked through her blouse.  The water on my skin was soaking through it, and soon I could see and feel the hard nubbins against my bare chest.  My damn erection was rising fast, in order to meet a young, beautiful female body - such as the one I was holding.

The fact that she was my sister wasn't going to just make my erection stand down instantly.  There was even a part of me that relished that forbidden kind of scene - well, that sort of thing was forbidden back then, anyway.  My mind raced.  My hard-on was already too big to hide; in seconds it would be pressing out of the towel and against her body.  Thinking about baseball or whatever was for shit; Emily was right here, right now, in the flesh, my sister that I'd wanted for my whole life was practically caressing me.  Her fury had apparently already vanished, faster than I had ever known it to.

I couldn't be sure; was my power affecting her, or had she just been that worried about me?  I frowned.  Worried enough to stiffen her nipples?  Was that even a thing?  My power had only affected Bethany when she'd seen my penis, but some logical voice in the back of my head butted in and explained that that didn't really make sense.  One couldn't make a pheromone that only took effect when someone saw a specific part of your body, unless my - admittedly poor - understanding of these things was just totally off.  It had to work more generally than that, by attracting women to me on a basic level, and only once they laid eyes on my cock would it be sealed.

I never came up with any kind of answer or plan.  Anxiety, and so on... even if I was more focused than I would have been a few weeks ago, I still hadn't gotten the hang of this whole 'thinking in terms of action' thing.  My mind was still fumbling for an excuse when she suddenly pulled her head back, and gave me a perplexed look.  She pulled away and looked down.  I felt my face redden; my dick was trying hard to push its way straight out of the towel, making a clearly visible tent.  She looked up and me again, and suddenly snorted.

"Ben!"  She gave a small giggle.  "The fuck?  Is that wood?  For me?"

"It is – um, sorry, it isn't, I mean.  I saw this girl on the way up here, and I was just thinking of her."  I lied, holding out both hands with a smile - and widely framing my slowly hardening cock.  "My buddy here doesn't know you're my sister, give him a break."

"You didn't have that when I came in, though..."  She raised an eyebrow at me as she led me into the room proper, sitting herself down on the edge of the bed as I leaned my ass against the small table nearby.  This was a little uncomfortable; Emily and I never talked about our sex lives.

In my case, it was due to my 'sex life' being - until recently - more aptly described as a lack thereof, and I never asked her about hers because I somehow always felt like I shouldn't be so audacious.  She'd never offered any information, so it had remained verboten.  She looked down again at the tent pitching in the towel, peering at it for a few moments, then folded her arms.

"Did you get surgery or something?  I saw you naked once or twice.  You were always pretty, uh, medium before."

"Grower, not a shower, like they say."  I held my breath, giving as legit a fake grin I could manage.  Maybe she would buy it.

"I mean I saw you hard, too, Ben.  You were..." – she made an unmistakable gesture with one hand – "... a few times, to some completely tasteless porn, when you thought I wasn't home."  She sighed as she said it, looking away with some memory of exasperation occupying her thoughts for a moment.

Wow.  I'd never have expected Emily to leap so far past the boundary of what we had shared with each other in the past.  "I didn't get surgery.  I just grew.  Men do that."

"I'm not stupid, Ben.  That would have wrapped up years ago for you.  What's up with this thing?"  She let her arms drop to her hips, looking deep into my eyes.  I stood there, trying to keep my face still for a while as our eyes met.  The stare just seemed to keep going; her eyes were mysterious pools.  I wondered if she thought I really had gone nuts and was wearing a paper towel tube under there or something.

Her expression suddenly softened.  "Ben, umm..."  She looked away suddenly.  I could see the barest hint of red on her face, as if she just realized she'd said something she didn't mean to.  It stayed there, oddly, and I began to wonder if it was some other idea bouncing around behind those eyes.

"What?"

"I can't believe I'm even asking this.  I only had one drink while I was out."  She sighed, closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them again and stared right at me.  "I'm only asking you this because you're my brother."

Now this was weird.  "Em, don't take all day, just ask."

"All of my exes have been, well, medium... um, size.  Or small.  As small as you.  Were.  I mean as small as I apparently thought – you are.  Were.  Before."  She gestured toward my equipment.  Her hand came within a few inches of the tip, which was unashamedly forming the round peak of the tent, and she took a breath to gather herself before continuing.  "I've seen big ones like that in porn my boyfriends showed me sometimes, but I've never seen one like, uh, that... in real life."

"You're asking – wow."  I paused.  "Wait.  Really?"

"You owe me, okay?  I've been holed up in this hotel room for three weeks now!"  She didn't sound furious anymore at all.  I figured my power had to be affecting her; there was no way Emily would normally be talking about this with me.  I didn't want to ruin the mood and ask her about those ex-boyfriends, and why the sequence of them had so abruptly stopped.  I wondered; would the power affect her to the full extent?

My thoughts touched upon something else 15226 had mentioned to me, and it was all I could do to keep my eyes from bulging out as I thought it through.  She'd clearly stated to me that she'd removed incest as a concern in her new kind of humans.  To allow the species to propagate - my children would all be brothers and sisters, I guess - she had to add in some customized DNA that somehow eliminated the genetic problems caused by incest.

She'd also done it for some other reason she mentioned, which I had forgotten at the moment – all I could think right then was that it meant that Emily can and would be affected by my power like any other female, and I, too, felt no real resistance inside myself to crossing that line with her... provided she was willing.  Or at least as willing as any woman exposed to my power could be said to be.  I loved Emily, now as much as ever, and the absolute last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

My eyes took another quick sweep of her body, and I imagined her naked, in the bed with me, wet with desire for her brother.  My erection surged to genuine fullness this time, and I knew it wouldn't lower itself until it had ravaged her wet pussy.  The decision was made, then.  Here, in this room, I would push my cock into my own willing sister and claim her as my lover.

I shook my head.  "Are you really up for this?  Let's get this straight - you're asking your flesh and blood sibling to show you his penis.  We're not in grade school anymore, we can't just say we were playing doctor."  I grinned, this time managing to make it a lot less fake.  "I'm not saying I won't do it, just trying to be clear."

"Oh, shut up.  Nobody has to know, okay?  You're just giving me an example.  It's not like I haven't seen dicks before.  Hurry up."

"All right, but don't complain to me when other men don't compare."  I grinned.  I thought for one more moment – thank God I'd begun to think at least a little by then.  It would change her, I already knew, but I wasn't clear on the specifics at the time.  I just wanted to be together with her, and never lose her, and I'll be honest – I really just wanted to fuck her, too.  The whole save-the-human-race thing stood in as a decent rationalization.  She giggled, and I yanked off the towel with a flourish.

Her eyes went wide, and soon an odd grin was on her face.  It was the same expression Bethany had had when she saw my prick before.  My cock stood straight out, bouncing a little as it was freed from the towel.  I was a hair under nine inches long now, and thick - if you think I didn't measure, several times, on the boat trip, well, then you're obviously not a man.  Now was the moment of truth – would she simply nod and tell me to go home, or would it go further?

She stared at me for a few moments more, than got down on one knee and got up fairly close to me.  I could hear her take a deep breath.  Whatever pheromones I was producing, she just got a huge dose of them at point-blank range.  If it would work at all, it certainly would now.




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 022



"God, it's huge... I had no idea, Ben.  Where were you hiding this monster all those years?"  She continued to stare at it, not really hiding her excitement.  I could see even under her loose blouse that her nipples were standing up.  I flexed my dick again, making it pulse.  She blinked, and seemingly without thinking, her hand went to my length.  Just like that, grabbing her own brother's bare, stiff cock.  She couldn't actually get her fingers all the way around me, I remember; she knows I like when she tries to, though, even now.  "I've never seen one like this... even in porn."

"It's you making it that big, you know."  I smiled as she looked up at me, and she knew I was telling the truth this time.  There had been a few cute girls I saw in the lobby before I came up, but it was definitely she who had made me hard.

"The truth comes out."  She gave me a big grin, which then vanished as she seemed to suddenly realize something.  She shied back somewhat, but her hand didn't leave my dick.  "I'm sorry... you must think I'm sick.  I just felt like I had to see it.  You know, like something every girl wants to see before they die.  I'm sure guys want to do the same with girls with big tits or something."

"I like small boobs too, actually... like yours."  Before she could react, I took her head in my hands.  "Besides, I have a story better than even that.  I got my hot sister to play with my dick.  Most men can't say that... not that I'm telling anyone."

She blinked and looked up at me, her eyes wide like she just now realized what she was doing.  "Oh my god.  I'm sorry, Ben – um – I-"  Her hands came away, and she clasped them together in front of her mouth.  "I'm such a sicko.  I can't believe I did that."  Still, she didn't get up and move away.

"You're not.  Even if you are, we both are."  I guided her by the shoulders to the bed, where I sat down on its edge and pulled her toward me.  I made her sit on my lap, the towel now forgotten on the floor.  No longer wanting to hold back, I stroked my arms up and down her sides, over her clothes.

She had kicked off her sneakers without really thinking.  My hands drifted down to her ass, cupping and squeezing the taut muscles beneath.  So much for my half-formed plan to make it with that uber-hot blonde Nina chick upstairs first; here my sister was, right in front of me, like putty now.  My cock raged at me; it wanted to claim her.  My fingers found the hem of her blouse.  "Em... I'm going to take this off."

"Okay... why, though..."  It was almost like she was a bit drunk, but without any of the associated clumsiness or other side effects.

"Well, like you said.  Guys want to see girls' tits.  Ante up."  She nodded, still acting a little out of it as the pheromones made her head swim, sealing incestuous desire within her thoughts.  Together, we pulled her blouse off her.  Beneath, she wore a simple cream-colored bra, cupping her smallish tits tightly.

My hands stroked her skin some more, and our eyes met.  She leaned in toward me, and our foreheads touched.  I smiled.  "I'm going to take everything else off."

"Then I'll be naked."  It wasn't a rejection, exactly, the way she said it; it was more like she was just making a confused statement.  The power always made girls want the same thing, but I figured out later on that the specifics of how it affected their minds were unique to each individual.

"That's right... like you should be right now."  I unbuttoned her jeans, and soon she was down to only her underwear.  She seemed quite concerned suddenly that she still had her socks on, and worked on taking them off as I came around behind her and found the clasp to her bra.  I found the catch and undid it, letting it go slack.  Her eyes met mine again as I slowly pulled it up and off her head, revealing her smooth, A-cup cappucino tits that I had wanted to touch for ages – and their small chocolate-colored nipples, stiff and playful.

I let my hands slide up along and over them, taking one nipple in between my fingers in each hand.  Emily's boobs weren't great big sex-globes like Nadine's, but they were hers, and they felt great.  I already could sense my future attraction to the unique kind of feminine beauty present in a small pair of breasts, on an equally petite and slender body - yet one nobody, certainly not me, would mistake for that of a child.

She slowly stood up, turned, and then before I knew it our lips met, and we began to kiss in a way that brothers and sisters just didn't in that day and age.  My hands slid down to near her ass, finding the band of her panties – and together, we divested her of even those.  She stood in front of me nude, and then seemed to realize she was naked; she looked at me and bit her lip.

Gone was the furious and overbearing elder sister of a few minutes ago.  Now she looked vulnerable and quite smaller than me, and she had folded her arms over her small breasts – like she was afraid of me seeing them.  I took her hands in mine, pulling her close and admiring her slim, well-shaped body.  I realized I needed to put even more effort into working out if I was going to feel at all adequate next to such a beautiful woman.  I pulled her arms behind my back, then let go and closed my own hands behind hers; it drew us together tightly, pressing my dick against her stomach and her breasts to my chest.

She was so slender, and her skin so soft, that I didn't want to let go.  I kissed her on the head and ran my hands up and down her bare skin, teasing the sides of her small breasts.  I sat down on the bed again, and pulled her close again and then sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.  I could feel her quickening breath in my arms, and knew instantly that she had sensitive breasts.  I could have sucked on those little tits all day if my cock wasn't raging at me to fuck her.  I also felt her trembling a little – and I remembered, she was one of those people who got cold much too easily.

"Are you cold?"

"Um, kind of."  She sounded a little sheepish, and still vulnerable – looking to me to take charge.  So, I realized, as tough as she was, in bed she wanted the kind of man who would just be a man.  That suited me fine.

I led her onto the bed and under the covers, and simply held her for a while.  She had to be noticing my erection pressing against her – my pre-come was smearing against the skin of her lower body, leaving trails of gooey stuff all over her stomach.  After a while, her passive attitude began to fall away, and she started to return my kisses and turned towards me in my grip.  I'd never noticed how much more slender she was than me.  I felt so powerful, so mighty, so dominant.

My sister had seemed for so long to be the one who knew everything and always led the way – and even as we aged, and I grew bigger than her, until then I'd always seen her as the big sister and it somehow made me overlook how short and feminine she had become as I grew.  Now here she was, naked in my arms and giving herself to me.  I had already decided at that point that I wanted her to be changed.  I rolled over so that she was under me, and planted my hands on either side of her head.  She looked smaller and more submissive than ever now.

She's probably blushing - or getting mad - as you all read this; with other girls, she's a powerhouse in bed and eats weaker lovers alive, and only I apparently affect her this way.  She used to get mad at me all the time if I focused too much on her when I was doing more than one girl at once, because she didn't like the other girls seeing her as weak and vulnerable as she does under the power.  Sorry, Em.  You'll forgive me, I know, even if it takes a little while.  Every time since that we've made love it's been as tender and affectionate as that first time.

"Are you going to fuck me?"  She said it quietly, while she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck.

"Do you really have to ask?"  I smiled.  "Yes.  I'm going to fuck you."

"I'm your sister, though..."  There wasn't a real objection in her voice.

"And I'm your brother... what about it?  I'm still going to fuck you."

Her arms went up and around the back of my neck.  "... Then just do it, and don't stop, okay?  Even if I tell you to."  She looked away again, biting her lip.  "I love it that way."

I bent down and kissed her, already following her instructions.  Until we both came, nothing else she would say mattered now; she would become the object of my passion.  I searched my thoughts, rifling through the endless memories of sex as a woman that the Experimenter had given me.

As tempting as it was to engage in a half-hour of foreplay, I didn't have that much self-control back then.  All I could manage was to find one of her memories – of being fucked in this position by an experienced and tender man, and how he'd made her come with a gentle but powerful rhythm of thrusts while playing with her clit.  With that in mind, and one hand under the sheets, I guided myself between her legs as she spread them.

At this point, the fact that my semen would change her into the new species was almost ancillary; I just wanted more than anything to make her mine, to do the forbidden and turn my sister into my lover.  I wanted to explore this submissive side of her, to know her more deeply than I ever had, and to simply take her like this whenever I wished.  I wanted our sibling relationship to turn into real love, consequences or not.

My head found her opening, and she gasped.  Slowly, gently, I eased my cockhead within, staring every second at her changing expression as she was invaded.  She was tight, tighter than the Experimenter had been; I knew I would have to take my time or it would hurt for her.  Despite what she said, I didn't want to take this submission thing so far that she would be in actual pain.

I felt her legs wrap around my lower back and she drew me in, forcing my cock to penetrate her even when she wasn't ready.  I sensed a kind of desperation in her, a need to have me inside her whether or not it hurt.  She grimaced and continued, my huge meat forcing her open and sliding into her deepest places.

She clung tightly to me after I bottomed out.  I simply remained there, almost suspending her in the air as I remained on all fours with my cock buried inside her.  Finally her grip loosened a little, and I shifted, bringing my legs up and spreading her even wider.  My hands slid under her back, all to let me hold her easier so I could begin truly fucking her.  My dick was harder and readier even than it had been when I was with any of the women I had had sex with up until then.

This was special.  She was my sister, and the first time we crossed into that forbidden place and made love in her hotel room is still as fresh in my mind as if it was yesterday.  Nowadays, of course, it's not really forbidden.  Siblings fuck all the time, it's viewed as a good way for kids to get a handle on their sexuality and feelings with less of the adequacy issues that come with learning from their mothers and father.  Back then, though, that was a big no-no.  You could actually go to jail for it, though under the circumstances we were in right then we were pretty unlikely to get caught.

Right around then, I remember thinking that maybe the effect of the pheromones was to make women submissive like this.  Bethany had seemed to genuinely want me to come inside her mouth and the things she said had the same man-on-top feeling that Emily was giving me now; Bethany also hadn't seemed concerned at all about her own pleasure.  Maybe, I thought, the effect simply made women's minds crumple and give in to anything I wanted.

I was only a few days away from finding out how incredibly wrong that was...

Affixing one hand to her waist and one over her head, I rocked my hips back and forth a little.  She'd told me to simply fuck her as hard as I wanted and to disregard her own pleas, should they come.  She wanted to simply be taken and fucked, for me to not control myself at all and use her body the way I wanted to – and I would do exactly that.  My dick ached to be set loose, and I slid it out about halfway, then rammed it back in.

She squealed, calling out my name softly as the pole forced her back open.  I knew whatever pain she felt now would quickly become pleasure.  I didn't care if this whole episode was brought on my whatever artificial attraction the pheromones had put into her; if I had to, I would use the power on her again and again, just to feel this.  I roughly kissed her, taking her head in one hand, and she sloppily tried to respond.  I slid myself out and in a second time, then took on a steady pace.  She groaned and remained still, letting me have my way with her.

Eventually she closed her eyes but stayed in the same position, her arms and legs wrapped around behind me.  I wanted this to go on forever, but I knew my penis had other ideas.  Already I could feel my balls boiling and I was trying my hardest to keep from exploding right there.  I wanted to see her come; I couldn't go this far – capture her fascination with my power, strip her nude, and fuck the hell out of her – then deny myself the sight of her losing her eternally reserved expression to pleasure.  I wanted to see that calm face of hers fall off and look at the real, beautiful, passionate person below as she let the last of her defenses crumble.

Our relationship would never be the same, even if we never did this again; this kind of closeness, as I'm sure you all know, changes the way you see people.  From now on, every time I saw her, the sight of her naked beneath me would flash before my eyes, moaning every time my dick thrust into her.  I could see her small boobs giving tiny jiggles every time my waist slapped against her hips and ass; had it been possible to contort myself enough to suck on them again in that position I would have..

"Unh!  Ben.. Ben!  It's too... unh!"  She grimaced.  "Slow down!  It's so rough thaaaaa-!"  She trailed off with a moan as my finger teased her clit.  I remembered what she'd told me, to not stop even if she said to.  Her mouth was simply running on its own while her body made no effort to stop me.  I instead increased my pace, pumping even harder.

As much as I loved the touch of her warm, soft skin against mine, and feeling out her every curve and crevice, I was having trouble paying attention to anything other than the silky wetness my cock was exploring.  This new pole the Experimenter had equipped me with was also more sensitive, and I felt like I could make out every detail of her womanhood with it.  The sense of her pulse beating in the flesh surrounding me, the tiny variations in texture inside that were unique to her, her heaving chest as her passion built, all of it I could feel through my penis.  My balls kept brushing onto a wet, sticky spot on the sheets below where we met, and I knew it mostly wasn't my pre-come.

She was so hot that her girl-juice was pouring out of her, sliding down past her ass onto the bed.  My thrusting became rapid, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back in.  The headboard was smacking against the wall in front of me, probably pissing off the people in the neighboring room.  If it was occupied at all, they never called the hotel to come up and make us stop.  Emily called out my name a few more times, then her cries became unintelligible – she was moaning some gibberish in my ear as I railed her, probably meaningful but mumbled too low to make sense of.

  I grabbed her hand and roughly forced her to touch herself, and after a few seconds her fingers began to circle her clit in a blur – masturbating hard once I'd helped her begin.  My pole continued to piston in and out.  I wanted her to come before I did, and as her cries became shorter, more rapid, and louder, I almost drooled in both lust and anticipation.  Her back arched and her legs tightened behind me, and I felt her whole body tense in my arms.  She loosened for an instant, then tightened again.

I could barely thrust, her legs clamped me so tightly to her.  Her face was the most wonderful part – her mouth was open in a silent cry, her eyes still closed, and she was making a face of incredible, agonizing pleasure.  After the third pulse of her orgasm, she finally let her breath out, and the final few pulses were accompanied by long, rough moans as the last of her pleasure released itself into her.

She was still coming down as my own passion overflowed, and I couldn't hold back anymore.  Seeing her come was too much.  I pumped hard a few more times, groaning louder with each thrust, and felt a familiar pleasure rushing up from the base of my dick, rapidly becoming intense.  I gave a long, loud moan as my balls pumped and my cock began to spurt itself inside her. 

Somehow, neither of us talked about birth control; I knew, of course, from what the Experimenter had told me that, this time, there was no need to worry about pregnancy – but she wouldn't have known that.  She just laid there and let me blow my load inside her; remember, the old species' females couldn't control their fertility.  I might have done it anyway even if there'd been a risk she would get pregnant – once my rod had slid within her pussy, it felt inevitable that our bodies, thoughts, and feelings would merge for a while until my semen would spill out inside her.

I slowed down as my cock pumped away, savoring the intense pleasure of it.  I thrust a few more times, weakly, and let my dick stop moving and rest inside her for a few moments.  I opened my eyes, and she was staring up at me, studying my face as if she was just meeting someone special for the first time.

Come to think of it, I felt the same way about her.  Somewhere during this whole thing, she'd taken off the band holding her ponytail in place, and her hair was spread out under her head.  I'd never seen my sister like this; gloriously nude, sweaty, messy, and glowing with post-coital bliss.  We kissed again, and I withdrew, eventually coming down onto the bed at her side.

I belatedly remembered then that her body was now filled with the retrovirus the Experimenter had made me able to produce, and any time now it would begin to change her inside, altering her DNA forever to make her a member of the same species I'd been forcibly made the first of. 

The Experimenter had told me that this may or may not mean she would get sick, and the process could take a few days or weeks, all depending on vagaries of the girl herself, her health, and the environment around her.  There was no rush, anyway.  Emily cuddled up next to me.  Neither of us spoke; there was no need to.  There was a lot to talk about, of course – volumes – but it could all be done later.  For now, both of us had just felt something we'd been longing for, and we simply wanted to enjoy our newfound closeness.

I didn't sleep, but she took a short nap.  I felt her breathing change as she nestled in the crook of my arm, her head against my chest.  That patch was becoming very sweaty, and so was everywhere else we were touching, but I didn't care.  It was the hotel's bed anyway, we didn't have to wash the sheets.  I brushed her hair away from her face, stroked her skin gently, and then simply looked out the window as I held her.  She seemed utterly content, in a way I'd never seen her.  She remained asleep for a little less than two hours, before she was awakened by the phone ringing.

It was the hotel, telling me my laundry was done.  Interrupted by the mundane, she sat up as I spoke on the phone and arranged to have the stuff brought up.  Her nipples weren't hard anymore, but she didn't try to cover her little breasts up again this time.  I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her stomach and pulling her back to my chest.  My drifting hands cupped her breasts a few times.  She looked out the window too.




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 022



"Ben... what did we just do?  Was it just sex, or..."  She didn't sound alarmed or freaked out, just... wondering.

"I hope not."  I kissed her on the cheek from behind, with tender affection that showed her how I really felt.  "I'm pretty sure we just made love, sis."

"We did.  It wasn't just sex, was it?"

"Of course not."

She curled up, still naked, pulling her legs in close to her body and hugging her arms around her knees.  She looked sideways out the window.  "How could we possibly make this work?  What was I thinking?  You're my brother... I want to do it again, but we can't."

"Of course we can."  I shrugged.  "I mean, we can't get it on in front of people, but that goes for everybody, pretty much.  How often do you hear about brothers and sisters getting busted for incest?"

"I guess so.  Still... what happened to me just then?  I'm never like this.  I always make men work for weeks before I as much as let them touch my leg.  With you I just... spread my legs and practically mailed you an invitation.  My own brother!  Am I really that kind of person?  Am I some kind of slut inside?"  She frowned at me.  "I should be so fucking angry with you, but I just... can't.  It's like it just slips away as soon as I try to think of it.  God, what the hell is with me?  Am I the one losing it?"

I didn't share with her right then exactly how this all happened.  I would wait until after the retrovirus had changed her.  If I told her the truth then, she probably would have thought I was insane still.  I was opening my mouth, taking a breath to give her some kind of reassurance that I hadn't quite formulated yet – then the damn doorbell rang.

It was the hotel; a housekeeper, with my clothes – neatly pressed.  I answered the door in my bathrobe, Emily nude but wrapped in a blanket and sitting on the bed as she looked out the window, lost in thought.  I hung up the clothes and went back to her.  We were both sweaty, and smelled of the forbidden act we'd shared.

"I can't believe myself..."  She was still staring at the bright city.  Afternoon was ending, and soon sunset would be rolling around.

"Em.  Stop worrying, and just think about how good that was.  You don't have multiple personality disorder or something; you're just trying something new."  She didn't react, just frowning as she looked out the window.  I sighed, and offered my hand to her.  "We're both a mess.  Let's take a shower."

She looked up at me, then back out the window.  She made a small noncommittal noise, then took my hand and doffed the blanket.  I led her to the shower and turned it on, then left the robe on a hanger and we stepped in together.  We didn't have sex in there – that time, anyway – instead just enjoying the closeness and fun of washing each other's bodies.  It seemed to get her mind off whatever was eating at her, for a time.

I didn't mention this to her until many years later, but I also had another reason I wanted to get in the shower with her – to test the power.  The misty air and flowing water on our skin should have – I wasn't 100% sure, though – suppressed my pheromone powers.  I was using the logic that rain makes pollen allergy sufferers feel fine because it clears the air.  If she freaked out in the shower and realized she just fucked her little brother, at least it would be when I was there, and I could turn off the water and let the power go to work again – instead of freaking out the moment she and I were separated for more than a few minutes, then who knew what would happen.

I wasn't sure how much of the effect just made her horny for me, and how much of it affected her more generally – she'd said she couldn't get angry at me just then, and I wondered if the power worked more broadly than I thought.  The Experimenter said that the power made girls trust me, but I was fairly sure that was only after the retrovirus had its way with their DNA.  If she didn't freak out, that meant either its effects were lasting, or maybe – I didn't even want to entertain the thought too much for the entirely-too-interesting implications – she hadn't actually needed that much help from the pheromones, and she'd wanted to do this with me even before then.

She didn't lose it, and we still didn't speak, just bathing one another.  I'd never enjoyed this with a girl before; Kathleen had never been interested.  She'd always done it in the dark with me; she'd mentioned how insecure she was about how she looked before, and while she was with me, she never got over it.  Emily didn't have that problem, and let me feast my eyes, run my hands and fingers, and explore her whole body, so long as she got to do the same with me.

I was sure she had been with more men than I had women - or rather I knew for a fact she had - but she showed the same overjoyed expression that I did... like she was seeing all of this for the first time.  We stepped out and toweled off.  The bathroom had a digital clock behind the mirror, and it read 9:12 at night.

"We should sit down and talk at some point, huh?"

"Yeah, sooner or later.  Not like we're either of us in a rush..."  We were both effectively on vacation for the next few months, neither of us able to attend school this semester.  Her debut into the world of criminal law would have to be delayed at least a few months, and I had no particular plans for my own time either.  I pulled the big comfortable-looking chair in the corner up to the window along with its ottoman, and then I ordered room service for us after putting on my underwear and tossing my sister her own.

She seemed to sense my intention, and let me sit down on the chair first and lie back until she slid down on top of me, both of us facing outward and looking at the bright city at night.  Holding her to me, we talked for nearly an hour until the room service finally arrived.

She hadn't had a boyfriend since Jerome because he died.  I remembered Jerome, but I thought they had simply broken up.  The two had been great together, and he was much more the type of guy I imagined her ending up with than myself.  Tall, black, and handsome, he had loved the cold and winter sports.  As I recalled, he'd looked into going for the Olympics for some kind of skiing, actually, but had decided to focus more on his studies than practice and only got as far as the tryouts.

He was five years her senior, a junior defense attorney at some firm or another, and he'd intentionally spent more than the required amount of time as a public defender.  He championed the wrongly accused and had an endless amount of things to say about the problems with the way society treated criminals... she'd fallen completely in love with him, and from what I knew, he was one of the guys I would say deserved as good a girl as my sister.

It hadn't been some poetic end where he got shot by one of the criminals he was trying to defend, or anything of the sort.  To her, it was much worse than that – in her mind, it was her fault.  She'd known her car had problems, and had been driving it anyway because she didn't want to spend the money to fix it.  She asked him to go down to the store to pick up some ingredients for a meal she was going to cook for them at his place.  His car was in the shop, and he took hers, but she'd been so excited with preparing the whole thing that she forgot to tell him the car's electrical and some other systems had been acting up and to be careful.

Just as he pulled onto the highway, it all but fell apart - including the power steering.  He'd been unable to turn fast enough and had careened into oncoming traffic.  He'd died instantly, and so had another person, an unidentified older man driving a pickup truck.  She'd remembered only ten minutes after the wreck happened to call his cell and tell him about the problem, and the phone had been answered by an EMT who had just pulled up.  She told me that she felt like her life ended in that moment, and until today it had just been a boring epilogue she barely paid attention to.

She'd been devastated, and had shut herself in her apartment for days.  Jerome's family had never blamed her, and they kept trying to come by and bring her out, but she wouldn't listen.  She told me that she had been honestly ready to die and considered herself the worst person on the planet.  If she'd had the will, she'd said, she would have killed herself, but instead she decided to just wait and see if she died for no reason.  She started cutting herself, but never quite got to the point of finishing the job - I was lucky, then, that she'd broken that habit before we became involved.

She'd woken up in a hospital after a particularly bad run-in with her own demons, not remembering what happened – she'd cut herself too much and had passed out.  Jerome's brother had found her apartment key in Jerome's house, and happened to be coming by to check in on her – and found her passed out in a puddle of drying blood.

She spent a few weeks in psychiatric care, and was finally released with prescriptions for benzos and any number of other 'head-fuzzers', as she called them.  Eventually, she got back on her feet, enrolled in school again, and changed her major to pre-law.  Going into Jerome's field and continuing his work was how she was able to live with herself.

The specter of Mom's schizophrenia haunted her daily, and she always wondered if and when she would snap and start seeing the Celestines.  When she heard the news about my own alleged bout with madness, randomly vanishing and apparently taking off on a yacht for several weeks, she immediately went into a near-panic and dropped everything.

I had never known any of this about Jerome.  I simply held her the whole time she'd told me.  She had never called after he died; she just hadn't picked up when I called for a few weeks, but I had just guessed she was busy, and I had my own troubles that I was too distracted by to look into why she wasn't answering.  I could tell from her voice that she wasn't torn up by this anymore, it was simply part of her life, but I knew why I'd always sensed something off about her ever since that time.  Jerome had taken a part of her with him.

I felt no malice or possessiveness about it.  I had barely known Jerome, and didn't know if the reality of him matched up with the heroic image she'd built up in her head.  From the sound of it, though, Jerome was the kind of guy you would think should be founding a new civilization - certainly before someone like me, some random almost-dropout horndog with no romantic history to speak of.

That being said, then, he probably would have been too strong for 15226; he would have fought hard to stay true to his one love, and not really served the Experimenter's purpose in being the male that would change and impregnate a whole harem of women and jump-start a new civilization of new humans.  Emily told me I was the first guy she'd been with since Jerome died; that until she was with me, here in this room, she'd been tellin herself she'd go without for the rest of her life.

As for me, I added some things, and revealed a few things I had never told her – yes, I had peeped on her a few times when I was young, yes, she was my first crush, yes, I had been the one who had precipitated Dad's meltdown and eventual imprisonment when I hid his coke stash.  I had just found out the truth about him, and being a stupid kid, I thought hiding his drugs would make him turn himself around and suddenly be a good dad again.  Mostly, though, it was Emily who did the talking, at times just rambling and letting everything fall out, and at other times eloquently explaining every facet of parts of her life I never knew about.

The food arrived, and we were both starving.  We let the guy deliver everything after we put on our robes, then sat down to eat.  We were both too famished to make it a fine, conversational meal – it was more me and her both wolfing down everything while we sat across from each other on a cramped hotel-room formica table.

I couldn't have her come back to my place with me, at least not for the night – I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her, and for once John was home for a few days and was one of three people in the city who'd realize I was in there fucking my sister – but I was loaded with an exorbitant amount of money now, and we could spend as long as we wanted in the hotel.  Much as I would have been okay to sit around in there indefinitely and cherish this newfound relationship, though, I did have plans.  Dr. Lazar was expecting to see me sometime, and at some point I wanted to chase down that sexy blonde Nina.

We'd been watching a bit of TV, and Emily had been cuddled up next to me on the chair as I offered her something to drink.  Her hand was against her forehead, and she was wincing.

"Em?"

"Gah, no, I just have the worst headache all of a sudden."  She waved me off.

Her forehead was hot to the touch. I called down and asked, and they said they would send someone with painkillers they had on hand right up.  Some guy in a funny red suit showed up; I gave him a few bucks, and gave them to her.  I knew, of course, what was happening.  The retrovirus was at work.  I hadn't thought of her when I first began to run through a list of girls I'd like to fuck and change, but when I thought more about it, I was glad she was one of the first.  I needed her.  Emily would be at my side forever now.

I got her a glass of water and she took some of the pills.  She seemed exhausted all of the sudden, and just wanted to rest.  I waited until she was sound asleep, then got up and took a quick walk down to my apartment.  John was in class right then, so I picked up my wallet and laptop, then left him a note thanking him for putting up with my pissed-off sister for a little while – and a check for my half of the rent for the last month and this one.  I packed a small bag with some clothes and other stuff, and went back to the hotel.  Emily was still on the snoozing away.  I set up my laptop and checked my email again; no news to speak of.

I wanted to go out and get started, banging a whole panoply of sexy women, but the Experimenter had said the girls who underwent the change may or may not get as sick as I did before, and she couldn't know exactly how long each would take – a few days to a few weeks, she said.  Emily was in peak health, more so than I was, and she came from the same (mostly) defect-free genetic stock that I did; the Experimenter had also said that was a reason she had picked me.  So my hope was that Emily would recover in a hurry.

She slept for fourteen hours.  I'm surprised I didn't go nuts, just sitting around her hotel room like that.  When she woke up she was so hungry that she made a joke about gnawing my arm off that didn't sound completely un-serious.  The minibar had some snack stuff, and instead of waiting for room service we went down to the bar and took a small, private table in a corner, and ordered up some more appetizer-type stuff while they made us something more substantial.

"Feeling better?"  I was only taking a few bites, instead leaving the bulk of the stuff to her.  She seemed to have no qualms devouring both of our meals.  I knew that the process would demand a lot of her metabolism while it happened, but even for me it hadn't been this powerful – though, as the Experimenter said, aside from the changes to my semen and pheromones, I would take years to fully change into a hominus, whereas the girls I chose would be a few weeks at most.  Lately the biologists think they've figured out why the Experimenter ended up doing things that way, but I only got two pages into the report; I admit, it was completely over my head.

"Mmph."  She didn't stop munching on the quesadilla, and only ten seconds later or so did she pause.  "I'm still kind of sick, but somehow it's not in my stomach.  I've never even been this hungry.  This is weird..."  She trailed off, then grabbed the next slice of quesadilla and kept going.  I took another sip of my Long Island.

To be honest, as hot as I found what we'd just done, I was worried right then.  Had I known what Emily had been through before then, I might not have slept with her.  In her mind, as far as she was concerned, she probably still thought of herself as Jerome's girl.

It was only the power the Experimenter gave me that broke her out of that, but I wondered if it was just temporary – basically, I wondered if the moment I turned my back, she would lose it and start thinking she'd not only killed her one true love, now she was sleeping with her little brother; how fragile was she inside, really?  Would she fall apart the moment I glanced away?  I had no good answer, and could only resolve to keep a close eye on her... not that that was hard.  With this fresh view of her that I had, Emily was a goddamn beautiful woman.  She still is.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"  There were finally two clean plates in front of her, to my own half-finished salad.  I wasn't even taking my time either.

"Just looking."

She smiled a little and gave me a light kick under the table.  "Can't believe I hooked up with my own brother."  She rolled her eyes.

"I didn't expect to sleep with my sister either... but here we are.  Can't say I regret it."

"You know..."  She took a quick drink of her beer.  "God, I can't even imagine myself saying this, but I don't think I do either.  God knows I needed someone to just... grab me and fuck me until I was out of this funk I was in, and I'm glad it was you.  It had been so long and I let myself get so twisted up... I feel, I don't know, clear now.

"It's even like colors are sharper, and I can see and hear better now.  I can read the labels on those bottles on the wall there.  Hennessy, Hennessy Black, Don Julio, Seagram's..."  I didn't tell her that that had nothing to do with her improved mood.  She kept listing off the labels on the distant bottles, like it was a game to her.  She stopped halfway through.  "I still feel a little dizzy though.  Let's take these back up to the room."

I took her by the arm and walked her upstairs.  As we passed the front desk, the girl I saw when I first came in was still there.  She raised an eyebrow at me walking my sister to the elevators, arm in arm; I wished then that I hadn't made a point of correcting her when she assumed Emily was my wife and not my sister.  Fortunately, she didn't do anything about it.  Emily stumbled a little in the elevator and I had to carry her back into the room.  She passed out again as soon as I let her down onto the bed.  I lay down next to her and dozed off myself.



Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 028



HUMANITY 2.0

YEAR 001, DAY 028

Emily's condition didn't get worse per se; instead, it seemed like she simply had less energy every hour until she was either sleeping or eating almost all the time. The retrovirus was at work, I knew, turning her into one of us, but I had no idea how long that would take. She kept telling me to leave and that she didn't want me to catch whatever it was, and I didn't quite want to have that conversation with her yet – of course, there was no possibility I could 'catch it'. It was my own body that created it.

Six days had passed and I had mostly spent my time in between caring for Emily with books or on the internet. My apartment wasn't far away, so it didn't long to drop in there to get changes of clothes and such. I saw John once in the interim, but only for a few minutes. He didn't seem to notice anything different about me.

Finally, after days of agonizing over whether or not I should do it, I decided. I picked up my cell and called Bethany. It rang a few times until I heard it pick up, something clattering loudly on the other end – probably the phone itself – then it being picked up again.

"Ben! Are you back yet? I need to see you."

"I just got back in half a day ago. What about?"

"I need you to tell me exactly what you were doing and where you did it before you got sick. Something is really fucked up about your DNA."

"Uh, okay." My mind raced. How much did she know now? And since when did she have such a foul mouth? "Is that the official medical term for it?"

"Sorry. Something is really unusual, and I can't figure it out. I mean, it's obviously not infectious, since, uhh..." She trailed off for a moment. My mind instantly wandered back to that first, amazing blowjob of my new life that she had given me. "Just come by my place and I'll show you."

I took a breath despite myself; she didn't know much, from the sound of it. "Your place? Not your office?"

"I don't have an office right now. I've been working out of my house. I'll text the address to you again if you don't have my card. You need to see all this and we need to decide what to do next."

I followed the directions, but was worried the whole time that Bethany had found me out and reported my impossible DNA to someone in authority, and I was heading into some kind of trap. The Experimenter's plan might end before even a month was out. There were no black helicopters circling her house, fortunately.

It was an impressive place, actually – three-car garage, probably four or five bedrooms and at least an acre of land. It had a quaint Tudor-style exterior and the lot was wooded; the closest other house was at least a hundred paces away. From where I stood at the curb, it even looked like it had a basement. I walked up front and center down the driveway, making myself really obvious, then rang the doorbell.

She answered, this time without her big doctor's jacket on. She didn't look as professional as at the hospital – or at least, as professional as when she'd walked in to my room there – but she was easily just as good-looking. The same short-bob brunette hair, sharp nose, and now she had glasses on – a new addition. I guessed she'd been wearing contacts at the hospital.

She had plain navy-blue sweatpants on with no shoes, and a shapeless red sweatshirt that read 'Clemson U' on it. I wondered if she went there. The outfit, oddly, somehow made her look younger... maybe it was the haphazard, thrown-on look without regard for prettying herself up that you would see on some coed cramming for her exams. I myself had on just another pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, a light jacket and walking shoes; another day in Sacramento.

"Ben!" She grabbed me by the arm and roughly yanked me inside. She looked around outside for a few moments before closing the door, like she was going to sell me drugs and the cops might show. She pulled me inside a few paces, then turned around. I never got a good feel in the hospital for how short she was... Bethany was actually quite petite. The sweatshirt was a size or two too large, and only her fingers stuck out of the ends of the sleeves. With the reading glasses on and her hair also a little frizzy, she looked adorable. "Where have you been!"

"I told you. A, uh... boating... trip." I nodded. "I went sailing."

She fumed. "Fine. Be that way. Come here." She dragged me into another room, some kind of office. The house looked even bigger from the inside; it was all very clean and neat, light hardwood floors, an open plan, a mix of pastels and birch that was almost hypnotizing. The office was less distracting, the walls not covered by bookshelves instead being covered by whiteboards.

There was endless script on the whiteboards, almost illegible, mostly shorthand for medical terms I guessed. They made a lot of jokes back in those days about doctors' handwriting, and Bethany certainly fit the stereotype. She turned on her computer and brought up some diagrams of the familiar semi-X pattern that even I recognized as a chromosome.

"This is a control sample I sent to the lab. My own blood, actually. It's basically just normal DNA chromosomes, so you know what they look like." She zoomed out, showing a whole bunch of little X patterns, mostly the same shape. Even back then, kids were shown electron microscope pictures of human DNA in their science textbooks, so they had the general idea of what a chromosome looked like in the old species... assuming they remembered their science classes. Many didn't. Fortunately, I recognized it easily enough.

"Okay." I knew what was coming, but I had to feign surprise. Maybe. It depended on how much she already had figured out... I was on edge.

"This is your DNA as of the time you visited the hospital." She showed me another image, which at first was just a jumble of small lengths of... something, all of which were assembling into a single large circle.

"You sure?" The two images looked nothing alike.

"Ben, something was ripping apart all your DNA! You should be dead! Hell, you should be more than dead, you should be a fucking puddle of inert organic... stuff! This virus – which wasn't built like anything I'd ever looked at – was getting into every cell, shredding your DNA up in record time, and then moving on, somehow without killing the host cell – at least, not immediately. I can't make heads or tails of it. I tried submitting the lab results to the CDC for analysis, but they said it 'isn't a medical problem'. Like that makes any fucking sense! They were just saying they thought it was bullshit!"

I shrugged. "You have to admit they might be closer to the mark than you are. I mean, I'm obviously not dead, sooo..." I gave her a hesitant look.

"This is serious!" She snapped at me and slapped a palm on the desk. I blinked and took a step back. I'd been still kind of caught up in how nice she looked right then, I had forgotten she was in work mode.

"Well, okay, but I'm just saying... clearly, you're missing something here, since I'm alive, and, uhh, not dead. And all."

"I know. I know it doesn't add up." She folded her arms. "But what I have is scary enough. This could be the most dangerous disease ever, Ben. It doesn't focus on specific cell types, and works on white blood cells, which are there to stop this sort of thing. It doesn't seem to have any vectors, but those can appear quickly enough. It's like it's just being thorough and affecting every single cell in the body.

"There's no possible antibody for something like this. It's not even remotely similar to any other virus out there, so there's nowhere for us to even start research on a vaccine. If it picked up even slightly hostile symptoms... millions could die."

I walked up behind her. I'd never been a Don Juan type, and until my encounter with 15226 changed me, I had always been incredibly timid around women. Still, in that moment I somehow felt a little bolder. I walked up behind her as she continued to stare intensely at the still-frame gray picture on the screen, and planted my hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me, and I innocently kept looking at the screen and started to give her a massage.

"What is this?"

"It's me trying to get you to stop stressing out. Obviously, whatever it is, it isn't as deadly as you think. And obviously, it's not contagious, or it would have shown up in your own blood after you and I, uh..."

"Right... that." She let out a breath. "I know... I just, I feel like I've got something here that could either be the worst disease possible, or the biggest discovery ever. But I'm a disgraced ER doctor who's being investigated for sucking off one of her patients right there in the ward, so I'm not really being taken seriously."

"I'm still sorry about that."

"Forget it. I'm an adult. I made my decision... though, in hindsight, if I was so much more lonely than I realized, maybe I could have gone about looking for, umm, male company in a better way. Maybe a vacation in Nevada or something." She sighed, leaning back in the chair and letting me work on her shoulders. "I'm glad you seem okay, though."

We were silent for a time. I became a little more insistent with the massage, digging my fingers deeper into her muscles and ineptly trying to work the tension out of her – but I was getting better at it quickly. Within a few minutes, she was leaning back with her eyes closed, purring. Whatever work she'd been doing was forgotten now and she was becoming increasingly relaxed.

"Let's lie down for a bit. You need to take a break."

"Fuck it... I guess I do. Thinking about this is driving me nuts." She let me guide her back out into the main room, where I flopped down onto the sofa and pulled her down to me. We arranged ourselves into a spoon position, with my chin behind her head and my nose just above her short hair. It smelled of shampoo, fresh; the roots were still wet. I guessed she'd gotten out of the shower recently and used a hair dryer.

We laid there for a time while I continued to 'massage' her, using the excuse to explore her body with my hands in all the ways I didn't get a chance to when we were in the hospital. The window opposite us in the room was huge, taking up half of the far wall, and looked out in the pine-tree forest lot behind us; she lived a good half-hour out of town, into the further suburbs.

Except for a few other houses visible in slivers between the trees far away, the illusion of being in a forest house away from civilization was nearly complete. I liked it. I didn't let my hands wander to too many places right then, instead sticking to her shoulders, calves, and after moving her a bit, her small feet. I ached to have her round tits in my hands, but I held off.

About ten minutes in, she abruptly sat up. Her face turned to mine quickly, and she looked astonished – like she'd just realized something. Puzzled, I didn't respond, and she stood up and practically bolted back into her office. I heard her tapping away at the keys furiously. I guessed she'd just put something together. Shrugging, I went into the kitchen and found the coffee machine, and started it up. Five minutes later, I had two mugs of the stuff ready for us. I realized I didn't know how she preferred it.

"Ben." She had stepped out of her office now, and was ambling back to the kitchen towards me – there was caution in her steps. She was almost tiptoeing, looking at me like I was a dozing crocodile she had to sneak past. I knew then that she'd figured something out about me, something inexplicable by the mundane – just not what specifically.

"Bethany." I gave her a little smile. "How do you take your coffee?"

"What are you, Ben?"

I wanted to laugh. Instead I just sighed. Even I wasn't sure; how could I answer?

"I'm a very special kind of guy." I shrugged. "One who wants to make you an even more special cup of coffee."

She was quiet for a time. "Black is fine. Extra sugar. And don't dodge the question. You know what I mean."

I shrugged, and dumped a spoonful of sugar into the mug, and stirred it. I slid it across the counter. She slowly walked up to the bar stool opposite the counter and sat herself in it. "What am I?" I looked down into the mug, swirling the coffee around. "Let's hear your guess first."

"You're-" Her voice caught. "You're not human anymore, I can tell you that." She swallowed after saying it, like speaking this revelation risked me beheading her on the spot or something.

"Eh, let's not exaggerate too much." I took a swig of the coffee as I waved a hand. "I'm just another kind of human."

Her brow furrowed. "Looking at your genes, you're something that didn't even evolve from primates. It's the same overall construction, but it's a whole different way to build a person on a cellular level. It's statistically impossible that a virus would just evolve to do that and nothing else. Like, never-in-the-lifetime-of-the-universe impossible."

I snorted. "Sounds about right. Keep going."

"Okay." She frowned. "The reason you didn't die was because the virus was reassembling your DNA after it broke into each cell. Normal viruses rewrite the cell just to produce more of themselves. Once I dropped that assumption, I was able to figure out that it was reassembling you, cell by cell, into a whole different kind of creature.

"Ben, there's nothing like that on Earth. There never has been – ever. Nothing like that could happen naturally. Even the idea of medicine being able to produce something like that is barely even a theory. We're at least a hundred years – fuck, two or three hundred – from being able to produce something like this that could work on bacteria or something – let alone people."

"Well, it's a good thing it wasn't one of us making it then, huh?"

She blinked at my sudden admission. "What?"

"You're basically right, Bethany. Since it's you, I'll just go ahead and tell you everything beforehand. A couple weeks ago-"

"Before what?"

"Huh?"

"You said 'beforehand'. What are you going to do after you tell me?"

Oh, right. I guess that would have sounded a bit ominous from where she was standing. "I was going to give you a choice. If you say no, I'll walk away and you'll never have to see or hear from me again, and you can go back to doing whatever you want."

"And the other choice is?"

"Do you just want to ruin the story or what? I'll give you the other choice later. I'm not going to do anything scary, so stop worrying. Drink your coffee and you get the story first." Her eyes narrowed, and she took another sip, but her gaze never left me. She was looking at me like I might explode at any time. "A couple weeks ago, I got really sick. You know that much."

"Right. The symptoms actually looked a lot like extreme radiation damage, but the tests showed no radioactivity or heavy metal contamination, which was why we were so stumped. Then we figured, maybe the lab equipment is fucked, so maybe it was just a problem in the spinal column causing symptoms elsewhere." She frowned. "It wasn't that either. They're probably still scratching their heads back at the hospital lab."

"Well, okay, we know it wasn't any of those. What actually happened was that someone had just given me that virus, after they designed it to work specifically on me. It was rewriting everything about me to make me the first of another kind of human."

"Okay..." She raised an eyebrow, not sounding sold.

"Hey, you asked. My symptoms began to clear up not long after you and I were – intimate – and I felt pretty good."

"How'd you end up on boat in the ocean, then? Or was that bullshit?"

I groaned. "You're pretty hard to tell stories to, you know that?"

"Sorry. Keep going." She took another drink of coffee.

"I got back to my apartment after I left the hospital, and here is this... really weird chick, right there, sitting on my couch and talking like me she knows me. She starts telling me all this crazy stuff, and she seems to already know about my, uhh, condition. I figure she's nuts, or one of John's new girlfriends...

"... not mutually exclusive. He likes kooky girls." I shrugged at her flat expression. "Anyway, I'm about to throw her out or call the cops – and she, uh, convinces me not to." Bethany raised an eyebrow, but I didn't elaborate. "Then, we're suddenly at her place."

"She has an apartment nearby? In your building?"

"It's about eight thousand miles from here, actually, as the crow flies." I paused, thinking. "That's one hardcore crow."

She put her coffee down. Even under the circumstances, my story was already leaving credulitya few hundred miles behind... and here I was only getting started.

"So she, what, knocked you out and-"

"She teleported us." I waved a hand. "Transported instantly, I mean-"

"I know what it means. Like on fucking Star Trek?"

"Kind of like that, yeah, but no glowing lights or anything. We're here one second, somewhere else the next. Then she shows me around her place. It's a big-ass underground base kind of thing, and she's leaving soon."

Bethany sounded dubious. "Moving closer to the city?"

"Much further away, actually. She had an important date on the next planet in the sequence. She showed me her real self – she was a huge spaceship. No crew, no entrances or exits, just a huge hunk of metal and engine with her mind inside. She used to be something else... more like us... but she's a spaceship now, and has been for God knows how long. She was here to create an evolved version of humans that she believes can actually survive, well... being themselves."

"Aaaannnnd... that's you." She pointed at me.

I shrugged widely; I certainly didn't feel like some kind of enlightened uber-mensch. "I'm the first, and the only male of this generation. There were some technical reasons she couldn't get into, that were why she could make only the one."

"Leaving aside that this – you know what, fuck it. It kinda sorta fits the facts, so let's run with it. But why create just one? I've seen that DNA. There's no way it's compatible with normal humans. You couldn't breed."

"I'm a little more complicated than that. She could only make the one male, so she gave my body the ability to produce another version of that virus that works on any female."

She got up off the chair, and started to back up. "Um... any?"

"It can't be spread through the air, if that's what you're wondering. And I guess you can't say you completely don't believe me, if you're afraid you might catch it."

"How many have you, uhh, 'infected' so far?"

"Just one."

"What are her symptoms? Does she need medical care?" I guess she was falling back into ER-doctor mode.

"She's doing fine, actually. She's been eating a lot, and sleeping otherwise, but the Experimenter – that was spaceship-girl who did this to me, probably better to call her 15226 – she said that I could expect the change to take between a few days and a few weeks for each woman."

"What are the vectors, if not by air?"

"Semen... just good ole' Ben Stanton man-chowder." I chuckled.

She peered at me. "Since that time... in the hospital, I mean. I haven't gotten sick. Am I immune somehow?"

"You know, I asked her about that. She said I wasn't nearly finished developing the organs that produce the retrovirus at the time you and I first met. You wouldn't have been infected at that point in time."

"Okay..." I'd expected her to be taken aback, but she seemed to just accept it. "How do you know it won't just kill this other girl? This virus is incredibly powerful, Ben. I've seen it working inside you. One mutation in the virus and you'd literally fall apart, from the inside out. Your cells would break down, probably in only a few hours, and you'd die. It would be very painful and very, very ugly."

"She apparently built in protections against that. You didn't talk to this... being, you didn't see what she was. She's been engineering new versions of intelligent life for hundreds of thousands of years. She's done this literally thousands of times. Also, I'm fairly sure if I will survive, this particular girl I already started changing will survive too."




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 028



"Why? You're not a virologist, Ben. Hell, you're too young to be certified in anything. You can't know she'll be okay. I need to see her, as soon as possible."

I shrugged. I'd told her this much, might as well come clean with the little incest bit. To me, at least, it seemed... relatively tame, in comparison to the rest of my insane story. "Well, she's my sister, so if my DNA made it out okay, hers should too."

"There's not half as much sense to that as you thi-" She stopped. "Wait. You said it was transmitted through seminal fluid only."

"Yeah. That I did." I tried to hold back my grin as I thought of the other night. God damn, Emily was hot... even in my wildest, darkest late-night fantasies, had I imagined fucking my sister would be that hot.

She was silent for a time. "I, umm, see."

I took a sip of coffee. "We weren't together before, if that's what you were wondering... and it was consensual."

"And she knew beforehand that you were going to infect her with a virus that would turn her into something inhuman?"

"A different kind of human. I'm still me... and, uhh, no, she didn't know about that part... so you have me there. That's definitely going to be an awkward conversation." I sighed. "I don't have a good excuse. I just love my sister, and I want her to be with me. Our future goes on for a long, long time, and I don't really want to do this without her there to anchor me."

Bethany's expression remained calm and reserved for a time, but I could see her mind working hard behind those dark brown eyes. "I don't entirely believe it, but I don't have a simpler explanation..."

She trailed off for a moment, then looked at me again with a slightly different, more intrigued expression. "I told you before that sexuality was my favorite subject, right? Cases of people... going outside the norms, always interest me. Professionally, I mean." She seemed to be warming a little... I was glad she wasn't looking at me like I would eat her anymore. "Tell me about your new humans. What's the difference? Why throw out the entire genome, instead of just rewriting some key parts?"

I gave her a who-knows expression. I wasn't really up on all this, and reading 15226's notes had only done so much good when I barely understood even the fundamentals. "She said our DNA was full of useless garbage, and she wanted to optimize it. Something about really old viruses that managed to sneak into our DNA when we were all fish or dinosaurs or whatever. Less than ten percent of it was really necessary."

"That's a pretty common theory... but we can't know which sections are defunct viral code and which are critical sections that we just don't understand yet."

"She did know." I shrugged. "Apparently it was part of her improvements to the immune system and preventing cancer. Less DNA to maintain meant the system could focus better on protecting the integrity of the DNA it did have, so we're really unlikely to get cancer now, I guess. She left detailed notes, if you're wondering... she actually told me directly that she wrote them for whatever doctors joined up with us, so we could be treated without having to start all medical knowledge over from scratch."

"I'll want to see those."

I nodded, holding up my coffee in acquiescence; at least somebody would be able to make heads or tails of them. "On one condition."

"What? You want protection, or your secret kept, or something?"

"I do want my secret kept, but that's a given. The real condition is... you become one of us too."

Her eyes went wide. She dropped the mug, and the steaming liquid spilled onto her sweatpants. It took a half-second for her to register the pain, and she yelped. Hopping around on one foot, she fumbled around with trying to pull the pants off, hissing with pain as the stuff burned her leg. I grabbed some paper towels and rushed around the counter, holding her in place so she could stop hopping. I wiped off what I could of the coffee, and she held onto me as she pulled off the pants with her other hand.

Her legs were short, like her, but shapely and a nice, rich tan color, like the rest of her. She seemed to have no qualms about showing herself to me; she was wearing only simple cotton panties beneath. Probably because she'd already sucked me off, but she seemed to not even think about it. She tossed the pants across the counter into the sink, then seemed to notice how close to me she was. She turned, and stared up into my eyes – not quite shying away from me, not looking scared all the same.

"It really wasn't your fault in the hospital, by the way."

"Uhh – what?"

"The Experimenter – she picked me for a bunch of different reasons, but she couldn't risk me not learning my way around girls better and dying as some hopeless almost-virgin. So she stuck this funny stuff in me; 'pheromonal enhancement'. It basically makes my dick impossible to resist for any woman who feels even a tiny bit of interest."

She all but snorted. "Bullshit."

I gave her a wide shrug. "And yet, when you saw my package in the hospital, you couldn't keep your hands off it."

She peered at me. "I guess so, but it can't be that difficult to resist. I mean, yeah, there's no sense hiding that I'm a little worked up right now, but I'm in control of myself. Men don't come to my house much, and it's, uh, been a while, and I, uhh, you're kind of the type I... numm... Oh."

She blinked, suddenly remembering she was an adult and not a brainless high-school girl. "Ben, people have been researching pheromones for decades. They aren't that serious a factor for humans. Behavioral cues and physical traits are the primary sexual triggers for primates and humans."

"Mmm... behavioral cues. Talk sexy to me more, Bethany. How worked up are you, exactly?" I pulled her a little closer to me, taking pains to let her feel my hard cock against her waist.

"That's it under your pants, isn't it..." Her hand brushed up and down, over the left leg of my pants where the outline of my rigid cock could be made out. It was straining to stand up, held back by my pants. 

"That's it."

She snorted. "What'll happen to me if I do this?" Her finger stroked up and down over the cloth, making me shiver. I wanted her bad now.

"Nothing at first. I was told the symptoms can vary between individuals. You might not feel anything at all, and just be different after a few weeks. You might get as sick as I was when you saw me before. Maybe something in between. When it's done, your body will be better in every way, you pretty much won't age, and there's a bunch of other changes besides."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock. "I won't age? Like, just not get old? Just like that?"

"Yeah... so I'm told. I guess we'll find out in ten or twenty years, huh? She said we can still be injured and all, but normal aging stops at adulthood with us. We live for centuries."

"Did this space girl ever think that you might find the girl of your dreams and just settle down instead of sleeping with every girl you see? Oh, and wouldn't your kids all be siblings?"

"She was a lot more clever than that... but we can go over that whole thing later. I need you to decide now."

"Oh... about that earlier? You would really leave right now if I said no?"

I frowned "If that's what you want. I'd hoped for... more, though. It was a huge stroke of luck that you treated me in the hospital, Bethany. Imagine if it was some fat, ugly old dude. I'd be locked up in some cage somewhere like a lab animal. I... guess I just want to keep you."

Her fingers continued to stroke up and down over my meat. Her eyes were staring up at mine, looking mysterious; I'm sure she was wracking her brain, trying to weigh consequences. Her hand never left my shaft, though; I knew I had her.

"You really did it with your own sister as soon as you got back?"

"Her name is Emily... and you know, banging my sis wasn't my original plan; it just sort of happened. Even so, I don't regret it."

She pursed her lips for a moment, looking away, then turned back to me. "I was an only child. My neighbors were my best friends growing up. Brother and sister, twins, Nathan and Natalie. The two of them got involved with each other when they were fifteen... they invited me to join them a lot of times, until we were twenty and they left town. That was still the best sex I ever had. The only good sex, really... though giving you that blowjob was fun." She smiled a little, then focused on me. "I'll set one condition on my end, too, then."

"What?"

"I want to watch you two together. Your sister and you, I mean. It doesn't have to be right away, and I want her to agree to it it too, but that can all be later."

I raised an eyebrow, but had no objection. Emily might object, strongly in fact, but I figured she might see things differently soon. "Done."

I suddenly picked her up with both arms, though I hadn't realized I wasn't as strong as I thought. Petite though she was, I could still barely carry her. I couldn't wait for those damn growth spurts the Experimenter said were coming... and for the results of my new workout habit to start showing up. I'd seen a downstairs bedroom on the way in, which I carried her into as she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck.

There was a knowing smile on her face as I walked with her in my arms, like she was looking forward to this. It was important to me, for reasons I didn't yet understand, that I find at least one woman who consented to being changed into a hominus beforehand. It let me rationalize doing it to more girls without asking – but so far, I haven't really had to deal with the issue of any of them coming to me and asking what the hell I was thinking.

"Is there some special way you have to fuck me?"

"Not really... if there is, I was never told."

"Good... then me on top." Biting her lower lip and smiling, she suddenly curled around me and before I knew it I was tumbling onto her bed. I found out later that day that she was big into judo, but for the time being, I only knew that somehow, this little woman I'd been carrying – who was a foot shorter than me and completely suspended in my arms – had found a way to throw me.

I was still getting my bearings and trying to figure out what happened when she was straddling me and unbuttoning my shirt. She got down to the bottom and yanked it open, then ran her hands on my chest. My own hands wandered up her thighs onto the round globes of her ass – she was taut down there, firm and springy in a way that Emily hadn't been. Emily just ran a lot to keep herself fit and skinny, but Bethany really worked out to make herself stronger.

My fingers sneaked under her waistband to happily find she wasn't wearing panties – and as I did, she leaned downward, pressing herself to my bare chest. Face to face, she traced lazy patterns on my ribs as she laid atop me. "Is this what you meant when you said you'd make it up to me? I mean about losing my job, and everything."

"I told you it wasn't your fault."

"If this is real... and I still don't quite believe it... I'll owe you everything."

"Not really. I'm just some horny college kid she chose because she knew I wouldn't be able to keep it in my pants... do whatever you want."

"I'm already doing that." Her hand had sneaked down below and was unzipping my pants. Drawing herself up, she pulled my dick out from my slacks, and I saw that same blissful look appear on her face. She stroked my meat a few times, then pulled my pants off completely. I was nude and she still hadn't taken anything off.

My hands became insistent, and she seemed to sense my intent and suddenly pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing a plain white bra. She unsnapped it just as quickly, freeing her breasts which I instantly grasped. They were warm, pliant, and firm, and her nipples were hard under my palms.

Her hand played up and down my shaft a few more times, then she looked up at me. "You were right... there is something funny about it. I can feel it in my thoughts... it's like this thing is inside my head now, and I can't stop until you come."

"You can feel it?" The Experimenter said she's made me 'irresistible', but hadn't said how much the girls affected by it would know.

"Now that I know what to expect... it's kind of fun, actually. God, I'm so much hotter than I've ever been around a man. The effect is so strong... I just want this thing inside me so much."

"So take your fucking pants off and make it happen." I yanked against them, showing the top of her bare waist. She pulled up one leg and sat on me while she pulled them off, and moments later I was presented with her nude body. Before I could roll atop her, she was back over me in a flash and rubbing her wet folds on the underside of my shaft.

She didn't waste much time; I'd expected her to take it easy and slow for some reason. With a quick motion and a light touch on my shaft, suddenly I felt the head of my cock pressing her lips open and invading a warm, wet, soft place. Her expression became almost pained as she leaned down over me, her hair almost falling into my face as inch after inch sunk into her.

She stopped me about halfway and rested – in what I guessed was an attempt to distract me from insisting on going all the way in right off the bat, she arched her back and presented her nipples. I tried to give them a little suckling, but my neck quickly became pained in the position I was in. I fell onto my back again, simply letting my hands explore her thighs and ass as she worked more of my meat into herself.

I have to admit, there is a certain primal satisfaction with watching a woman squirm and maneuver because your cock is just a bit too big for an easy fit. I just laid there and let her do the work, enjoying myself as she shifted and moved, grunting and groaning with the effort of stretching herself out so wide. Even my sister hadn't been this tight – but then, she wasn't as petite as Bethany.

"Unnh..." She gasped. "I think I... have you in..."

I looked down. There were still at least two inches to go. I smiled at her. Time to take over. With a strong press from my hands on her ass, she gasped and gave a short yelp as I flattened her ass to my waist, sinking the last inches of my cock inside her. She almost fell forward on top of me, and after she caught her breath she gave me a light and playful slap.

"I wasn't ready yet."

"Only one way to get ready." I gave my hips a little bounce.

"You're fucking huge..." Her hand went to her pussy, splaying out flat against her mons. "It feels like a telephone pole got shoved in there."

I snorted. "One big dick, courtesy of the space alien."

"Yeah, I'll believe that when I see it." She lifted herself up, and let her hips settle. Her hands went to the sides of my waist and gripped me, not hard enough to hurt – but firmly. I sensed her intent; she wanted me to stop and give her a moment to adjust. For that matter, I could use some time to adjust too – it was taking no small amount of control not to grab her and fuck the hell out of her.

"The big dick's right there if you need to look. Well, I can't show you the alien, she's gone..." I slid my hands up her sides, feeling the contours of her figure. Her skin was softer than Emily's, and she was slightly rounder – not fat at all, just not a lean runner-type like Emily was. "I can show you the underground place she gave me, though."

Bethany raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding. The same one she took you to? She just gave it to you?"

"You'll just have to see for yourself someday."

"This better not all be some fucking scam to get in my pants."

"You're the one who tested my DNA... and you're not wearing any pants."

She giggled, giving me another playful slap. As she shifted, she gave a long gasp as she felt my cock move a bit inside her. It seemed to be her cue, and from then on we didn't speak; she gradually turned her inching motions up and down into a slow bounce. She pushed my hands off her twice as I tried to speed things up, but failed; she was insistent on controlling the pace, which I eventually just gave up and let her do, despite the protests from my aching balls which were boiling to fill her up with my stuff.

The tight heat around my shaft wasn't moving as I would like, but I found myself approaching the point of release anyway – perhaps it was the sight of her boobs bouncing in front of me, or the blissful look on her face as my shaft probed her more deeply than any man ever had before.

Her orgasm was so abrupt, I remember; it surprised me at the time as I heard her suddenly yelp and bend down over me, bouncing her hips while one hand diddled her clit. As she came, I could feel her muscles working around my cock, and I held her to me as she came down. She seemed to go limp after that, not quite unconscious but no longer insisting on being in charge.

I rolled us over and came into a kneeling position, pulling her up to me with my cock still inside. Her legs and then her arms wrapped around behind me, and then my hands went to her waist and I lifted her slightly. It wasn't easy, but it felt good to have her at my mercy like that – suspended, hanging off of me almost. My balls warned me they were going to explode, and I increased my pace, bouncing her up and down rapidly. Her arms tightened as her lower half bounced up and down, over and over again, my cock vanishing inside her repeatedly.

I groaned as the long-awaited orgasm came. Just like the sex we'd had, it seemed slow; coming lasted twice as long as it had before. I felt the pumping and the sensation as my head opened and spewed my seed inside her. It was done now. It had felt amazing, and I'd created another of my species... or would have, when her change completed.

We were both panting, and I waited until my cock went half-flaccid to pull out. She dragged me down onto the bed with her, both of us exhausted. I didn't even take but a few minutes to go to sleep, staring into her restful face as she dozed off first.

I awoke a few hours later – it was still light out – to an awful sound. I waited a few moments, and then heard it again – this time even more terrible. I pulled myself up and out of bed, and peered into the partially open bathroom door.

Yep, she was vomiting into the toilet. Beautiful.

I put my pants and shirt back on – no need to get my power going now, when she was feeling terrible – and went into the bathroom. She tried to wave me away and said I didn't want to see her like this, but I didn't care. It was my fault, regardless. It was immediately clear that her body hadn't taken to the retrovirus well.

She looked miserable already – her skin was pale, she was sweating all over, she was running a fever, her nose was running and she had a cough, bags under her eyes... everything. I wasn't a doctor, but I might have mistaken it for a bad flu had I not known. She looked as bad off as I'd felt in the hospital. I helped her clean herself off and drew a bath for her, and with her laying on the couch, she provided me with some simple directions to where things were in her kitchen to make her some soup.

I carried her back into the bed after she'd gotten some food down. Surprisingly, she said she felt really hungry – even in her awful physical state, her doctor's mind was working, and she knew that didn't fit in with a simple flu. She craved protein, gobbling up every last bit of it I gave her - then she even had me take down some notes for her on her condition, its pathology and symptoms. There were some technical terms I wasn't sure I spelled right.

Once she'd dozed off, I gave Emily a call. It rang a few times, before I heard it be picked up, and some muffled noises as she probably fumbled around for the phone which I'd left on her bedside table.

"You doing okay?"

"Ben? Uh... I don't know... it's weird... it's like... have you ever... done five things, of tak... took... tequilas?" I hadn't, but I could imagine. Emily sounded pretty well out of it. "Where did you go?... To the... store?"




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"I had to a follow-up appointment with the doctor after the hospital visit a few weeks ago."

"Oh... cool... did they say... anything? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. All's well. I'm more worried about you."

"I'm... actually kind of... worried too." Emily paused. I could tell she was trying to decide whether or not to tell me something. "Something's... weird."

"What?"

"I'm sick... I know I'm sick... but it's like, I can see and hear stuff further away now... it's kind of trippy, Ben. Am I tripping?" She spent a few moments oddly humming to herself. "The guy down the hall... he's watching some porno... I've been, uh, listening to every little, uh, sound, for the last hour... it's kind of fucked up, though, because, uhh... he doesn't have it up – um, loud, or anything... am I nuts, Ben?"

"You're not nuts. I actually think I know exactly what it is."

"You do?" Before I could answer, she continued. "Fucking hell, how do guys get off on this porno stuff? She sounds fake as hell."

"I do know what it is, but for now, just get lots of rest. Any time you get hungry, order whatever you want from room service. I'm serious, go crazy and order three steaks a day if you're hungry enough. I can afford it."

"Pfft." She gave a meandering, sinister laugh. "Like hell you can. I'm good enough... I think... to drag myself across the street to the mall... and raid the food court, every few hours. It's about all I do other than sleep..."

I frowned, staring upwards as I tried to think of a way to convince her. The last thing I needed was for Emily to stuff her body with fast food and make herself even more unhealthy while the retrovirus ran amok with her body. At the very least, I should be making the food runs for her, to keep her well-rested. Still, she really did sound like she was halfway to being lucid over the phone, and I would be checking in on her as often as I could.

"Okay then, but if you feel worse at any time, let me know. I'll be there right away. Otherwise I'll be there in a couple hours once I'm done here."

"Pfft. Yeah right... you just want to get your dick polished again... 'Huh huh, suck some medicine from my tube, baby'." She made a mocking over-masculine voice. I gave a short laugh. Well, she hadn't completely lost it, anyway.

"All right, go to sleep before you get too nasty."

"Okay..." We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I sighed, and hung my head low for a time as I thought through the day. My original plan had been to go to Emily and come clean to her too, but I just didn't have the energy. I also feared that if I tried to have that conversation with her while she was sick as a dog, she and I both might think I was trying to take advantage of her weakened state. As an expert at not dealing with problems, I decided I'd leave that whole thing for when she recovered.

I suppose I was really good at making bad decisions back then, wasn't I?

After making sure Bethany was still sound asleep – deeper than that, even, I couldn't even get more than a few unintelligible noises even when I tried to shake her awake – I stepped outside and found myself walking back to my apartment, wondering if just my own sexy sister and the hot Bethany would be enough for the new Ben.



Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 055



HUMANITY 2.0

YEAR 001, DAY 055

"So what, I'm a fucking alien now?"

Emily's voice, grating with fury and indignation, pressed on me like a ton of concrete. She was back in big-sister mode, and despite her small frame, draped in an unbuttoned blouse with only her bra and panties on beneath, she was somehow staring down at me as I sat on the opposite bed to hers in her hotel room. She was slowly recovering from the sickness that I'd inflicted on her -- not really a sickness per se, just the side effects of the retrovirus that changed her from human to hominus, my own, new kind of people. I was just now explaining that to her.

She wasn't taking it well.

"No. You're Emily. That hasn't changed, and as far as I'm concerned it nev-"

"What AM I, Ben? What did you fucking do to me! I can see tiny little things, hear everything in this building, and I feel like I can punch a hole in the wall without even trying now! And this fucking body, whose is it? I remember being me, what being me feels like. This is not that. Am I, like, a clone or something of the real Emily? Or a cyborg robot android alien thing?" Her hand gripped the blanket tightly, turning her knuckles white. I could tell that under her fury was a raw terror.

I'd planned to have this conversation at least a week from now, when her recovery was complete and she had had time to get used to her new state; unfortunately, I didn't know exactly how she'd respond to the new capabilities her body had, and how strange they would seem to her. I'd been hoping her sickness would mask things long enough for a gentle introduction, and she'd be ready to believe me when I explained that yes, she was turning into a new kind of human engineered by my alien visitor, Experimenter 15226.

"You're Emily! There's only one of you, and I don't know anything about any cyborgs. You are Emily, you are not someone else, you are you, I am Ben, and we are the same people as always, neither of us is crazy, there's no Celestines or whatever Mom saw around, everything will be fine."

"FINE?" Her voice when she got angry always hurt my ears. I hoped there wasn't anyone too close to the room, or the hotel's security might decide to visit. "FINE is when everything is normal, Ben! Fine is not when aliens come and fuck with your DNA and do God knows what else! Fine is when you wake up and you think, 'I am still the same person I was when I went to sleep.' This is not fine!"

"I trusted her, for what it's worth." I shrugged. "Emily, think about everything you listed off to me. Is any of that bad? Aside from getting you sick for a few days -- which is clearing up -- do you feel less healthy, less smart, less anything?"

"Less ME!"

I groaned and hung my head low. I thought to myself; why hadn't I just done this right away? Or rather, why hadn't I just done it later? I could have just made up something stupid and dragged this out until she cornered me and demanded the truth - but at least then, she'd be well again and maybe not so moody. Maybe then she'd actually have bought it without me having to fight her so hard.

"And you didn't tell me ANY of this before? You just decided to barge in, without calling, after disappearing for three weeks and making me worried sick -- I dropped out of a semester of school for you, Ben! Then you use your magic bullshit dick powers to seduce -- what, your own fucking sister, me -- so you can turn me into another alien, Ben?" She hissed. "This is the plan? Your-"

"No!" I stood up, throwing my hands up. "There wasn't a plan! There wasn't even a plan about other girls! It just happened! When have you ever known me to have a plan!" I held out both hands. She regarded me silently.

I kept going. "I completely fucking forgot I even had a crush when we were young, okay? I barely understand how this pheromone thing works, but once you started to react, all that happened -- well, I realized something, Em." I sighed. "I realized I didn't want to go on for however many hundreds of years without you. I just... I'm sorry. If I had thought there was half a percent chance you'd have believed any of this before we-" I stopped myself, not wanting to remind her right now.

She didn't say anything, but seemed to give a withering glare to some point in the distance out the window. I used the time to think. It was maybe something I should do more often, I realized then. "Listen. Emily, if you never want to see me again, I'll understand. I'll cover the hotel bill. All your lost tuition, too. I owe you that much. The Experimenter gave me some money before she left, so forget about even trying to tell me not to."

She was silent for longer, and wouldn't even look at me. I wondered if she ultimately believed all of it. I had no way of knowing just how odd this sensation her body was giving her really was. 15226 said that the girls would know something was very different about their bodies, but was it enough that they'd believe my insane story about aliens and turning into a new species?

Only one way to find out, I guessed. "Em, do you-"

"Leave." She said it with a simple finality and wouldn't even look at me. I looked at her more closely for a few moments, feeling the shock set in as I realized she wasn't shouting in anger, or making a spur of the moment decision. She'd thought this through.

I felt crushed. I had offered, and even though I'd meant it, I had really intended my offer to leave if she asked to just show my sincerity. All that newfound confidence I'd built up since I met the Experimenter wilted in an instant. My belief in the plan, the whole mission, building a new civilization... none of it mattered, none of it was something I had much to do with it. Emily didn't trust me, and if she didn't, I didn't feel like I could even trust myself.

I'd told her I would do it, though, and if I had any chance of changing her mind later, I knew I couldn't break my word now. I hated it, more than anything I wanted to just throw my dumb promise away and tell her she was mine now - but it was time to go. I dragged myself up out of the bed and nodded. "I love you, Em. And I meant everything. I'll go now."

She sneered to noone in particular. "Oh, get over yourself."

"You're sure you're okay? Call me the moment you feel worse, for any reason. Bethany might be awake by then and it's safe to tell her-"

"Who's Bethany?"

Holy shit. I froze in place. I had utterly blanked. How had I made such an idiot mistake?

"I don't know a-" She stopped. "Wait... Dr. Bethany Lazar was her name, wasn't it. The doctor from that hospital trip when this all started. Ben, do you mean you -- fucking hell, I already know." She ticked off fingers on a hand. "You get home, bang your sister, then she gets sick while she turns into a mutant, and you're just so goddamn tired of waiting for me to feel good enough for another round of monkey sex that you look up your doctor girlfriend and stick it in her too."

"No! It wasn't-"

"Was she good, Ben? I hope she was good! Because I'm-"

"Emily! Stop this!"

"Get OUT, Ben, before I fucking kill you." I'd never seen her like this. Her shouting rage had vanished and she was now all focused, icy fury. I felt a flash of fear run through me. She might well be able to do it, I thought; supposedly, the women I made love to would develop their hominus abilities far more quickly than I would. I didn't remember exactly how much stronger than a human a hominus was at the time, but she didn't either. For all I knew, what she intended as a simple slap might put me out cold, or even break my neck.

"She's not my ex... and I'm sorry. Um, just get some rest, you might see this differently after some time-"

"You'll be lucky if I even fucking call you, Ben."

"Whatever you do, don't go to a normal doctor. You could ruin everything." I hoped she wouldn't cut me off entirely. I needed her.

She held up three fingers. "Three... two..." 

I closed the door behind me and stood in the hallway, taking a deep breath. Hopefully the next conversation wouldn't be as brutal. If there even was one... dread and depression began to creep back into my mind. I was already exhausted before I went in; the last two days had basically just been me hustling back and forth between Emily's hotel room and Bethany's house, looking in on both as the retrovirus changed them.

Emily, as I'd somehow expected, was coping much better than Bethany - at least physically. Bethany was almost twice my sister's age, and my sister had the advantage of having very similar DNA to my own. Emily mostly slept and ate, and with Bethany functionally comatose except for waking up once a day or so - in a delirious state, I might add - to eat voraciously then pass out again, I was feeling a bit lonely. Neither of the two women had made for good company in their current condition.

I had just gotten back to my apartment well after sunset. I crashed down onto the couch, letting out a long breath. I glanced over at my computer; the thing had once been my lifeline, about all I did during my free time, but now it was like that was all a thing of the past. I was really busy, and to be honest, aside from my tiredness and twisted feelings about Emily at that moment, I was feeling physically better than I ever really had in my life.

The sense of purpose the Experimenter had been trying to instill into me seemed to be taking some kind of hold, but only really in those introspective moments did I ever really think about it. It would be months -- years, really -- before I really began to believe in it. Knowing I hadn't completely lost Emily and that I could -- probably -- bring her around in time helped keep me going.

Unfortunately, my current situation left me lacking some satisfaction. It felt crass and hollow to even be thinking about that right now, but my body still wanted to continue its mission even if my emotions had deserted the cause. After that long stupid yacht trip, I'd enjoyed sex exactly three times -- and the changes the Experimenter had made to me had my body chemistry, by that point, were demanding sex much more often than that.

It wasn't some uncontrollable monster -- she hadn't wanted to make me into an animal -- but it was like this hunger always in the back of my head. Emily and Bethany were both unavailable, and while I was tempted to flick on the computer and relieve my discomfort in a way that had been all too common before I'd met 15226, it felt like a joke to do so now. Watching fake tits bounce and hearing even more fake orgasms didn't appeal to me. I decided this would be a good opportunity to prove to myself I still had control of something, at least.

I shambled over to the fridge, grabbed a beer, and made myself something to eat. I don't remember what. My bed was useless -- oh yeah, I guess I never mentioned that. Turns out the little teleportation trick the Experimenter had used to take us to the Vault, well, ruined the bed frame. Not in any way that obviously proved it was an alien visitation, of course; that would be too easy. Somehow the structure of the bed was weaker, and as soon as I had tried to lie down that first night I got back to my apartment, the whole thing collapsed underneath me.

I got poked in a few places by errant springs. I put band-aids on the resulting injuries, but even the deeper cuts were already almost healed. Sooner or later I'd have to get a new bed, but I was too busy with Emily and Bethany's care to bother with all that right then. Instead, as I often had in the last few weeks, I just grabbed the blanket, tossed my clothes into the hamper, and laid myself out on the couch.

Probably a half-hour had gone by and I was almost, but not quite, asleep. I was in that sort of strange place between when I was suddenly awoken by the sound of the door opening. I heard a clear female voice -- not Emily's, or Bethany's, or Nadine's for that matter -- calling out.

"Hello?"

I was still in a daze, and in my disoriented state, I was treated to the sight of a gorgeous blonde entering the apartment. Some vague sense of recognition lit up in my head, but I was too fogged up to put anything together. I had barely slept the last two days and had been a walking zombie for the last half-day, and after the beer, I was pretty out of it. She stepped inside, looking around gingerly, and then noticed me.

"Oh -- um, are you Ben?"

I shook my head and sat up, forcing myself to wake up. "Yo..." I managed to croak out.

"Um -- hi, I'm Nina. Do you remember me?"

"Ah. Hi. Nina." I grinned widely, like an idiot. I remembered her, I just didn't remember where I remembered her from. It seemed funnier at the time.

In my defense, any straight man looking at Nina for the first time would have a difficult time producing any other reaction than just a dim smile. Nina was -- and still is -- a stunning woman. She was about my height, or my height at the time anyway, at five feet and nine inches... tall for a girl. She had a svelte and athletic figure, accented by the jeans and boots she wore, and she had this long-sleeved green top and a deep blue sweater jacket on.

The long coat really accented her big boobs, which swung just so as she bent down to look at me with concern out of those pale blue eyes of hers. She could have been a model just as easily as anything else she put her mind to. Her cute face, large blue eyes, and short, wild blonde hair were what really woke me up; I'd seen her dozens of times in class, but it didn't fail to wake me up completely even now. Most girls looking like her would grow their hair out long, but Nina liked her hair up in this complicated-looking semi-curly thing she had going.

"John said he sent you a text..." - my hand was already fumbling for my phone - "... and I'm here to just pick up my telescope from his room. He had to leave town on short notice so he just gave me his keys and said to come pick it up whenever. Don't mind me, go back to sleep." She waved at me casually.

My eyes just as casually followed her ass as it swept by, hidden by the accursed sweater jacket as she went into John's room to pick up whatever it was. John never could hold onto girlfriends; I'd never known him to be without one for more than a month, but he'd also never had one for more than a month thus far.

"Uh, okay, let me help you." I unsuccessfully tried to remove the blanket, then managed it on the second attempt.

I realized the room was draftier than I remembered. Belatedly, I recalled why as I looked down; I was naked under the covers, and Nina was staring with one raised eyebrow at my half-erect package. I wanted to hit myself for how careless I was being about this entire thing; I hadn't quite gotten comfortable with my new dimensions down there yet, and I had trouble sleeping in my underwear; I had taken to just not wearing them when I slept. Some idiot part of me assumed I'd crashed in my clothes and had reported as such to my brain before I threw off the covers.

"Shit, sorry!" I pulled the blanket back over my body.

"Hmmmm?" She looked up at my face with this odd expression, unlike Bethany's or Emily's when they got an eyeful of my tool. "Well, thank you for sharing, but don't expect me to comment. Just stay there while I get my telescope. Don't worry about helping, I've moved it around plenty of times by myself." She gave a small wave as she vanished over into John's room and I heard her shuffling around and moving something.

Some part of me wondered what kind of hot blonde owned a telescope; I pulled myself off the subject and tried to think about more important things. I was more than just attracted to this girl, and she'd gotten a direct view of my prick. Did the power just fail to work?

The Experimenter had told me I couldn't expect for it to work on every woman, and even if it did, she had to feel at least some spark of attraction to me in order for it to work. I entertained the thought for a time that she might be a lesbian, but then I realized that was awful egotistical of me to assume she was gay because she didn't immediately jump on my cock.

I shrugged. Maybe she only liked men as white as she was, I thought, then I tried even harder to push that away; that was even more unkind of me to assume with only what I knew right then. It was the brutal truth of those days that a lot of people thought that way, though. It was a shame, especially in my case, because it wasn't like I actually fit in with virtually any demographic.

Emily and I had always stood apart from just about every ethnicity out there, and with Mom in the institution and Dad in jail, we'd only had one another for years. Remembering that brought me back to the anxiety of what Emily would ultimately decide. I dragged myself up off the couch and into my room to put some clothes on at least, while I dwelled entirely too much on worst-case scenarios for how things with Emily would turn out. Each time I thought I'd found the worst possible outcome, I thought up some way it could turn out even more disastrously.

With only a small part of my mind in the moment, I picked out some random shirt and pants and yanked them over my body then went back out into the living room feeling like hell. I got out of my room just as she came out of John's, with the big black thing slung over her shoulder and a bunch of wires and such all wrapped up.

It wasn't long, it was one of those shorter, wider telescopes they use in real astronomy, and it had some kind of computer or motor or both attached to it that I guess accounted for how long it took her to break the thing down. I wondered if it was just a hobby or if it was her major; it seemed like professional equipment, and a bit bulky. She was tall, but not big -- her slender figure bent an odd way under the scope's weight, and while she didn't look pained or overloaded, it still looked awkward.

"Let me get that down to your car for you, at least." I walked over, proffering it off her shoulder. She paused for a moment, looking away and vaguely smiling, but didn't resist and let me heft it.

"Oh, fine. We don't have to go far. Just keep your clothes on. No more surprises."

I nodded, and followed her outside into the hallway. John and I rented a small condo in a complex outside town, rather than live in the campus dormitories; our complex's hallways were open to the air, though rooms were on both sides of the hall. They were wide enough to drive a small car down, though you'd have to somehow get it up the stairs first. I followed at her side as we went over to the elevators.

"I didn't even know John had this thing in his room. How long did he have it there?"

"A week or two, I think. He mentioned he had a roommate, but he said you were missing, actually." She pressed the call button for the elevator.

"Oh, that." I rolled my eyes. "Well, it wasn't like that. I only went missing to everyone else. I knew where I was almost the whole time." I tried to shrug, but with the thing on my shoulder, it was only half a gesture.

"Pfft. Isn't that the same thing?" The doors opened and we went in. She looked over at the panel and hit the button for the fourth floor. I eyed her oddly. The parking garage was on the terrace level, and my place was on the third. We were going up when we should be going down.

"Isn't your car-"

"I live one floor up. That was why John borrowed it. He and I have a class together, and your horndog roommate couldn't stop hitting on me. I think he thought he could use borrowing the thing as an excuse to get me over to you two's place some time."

"And?"

"And what?" She peered at me as the elevator opened to the fourth floor.

"Did it work?" I smiled.

"Not for him." She smiled back, and gestured for me to follow her out onto her floor. "Maybe if he'd tried it when you were around it might have."

"Is that so?" I pulled up alongside her. Maybe my power hadn't completely failed. "You never know, I might be even more transparent than he is."




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 055



"You're worse, actually, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing... it depends on what being transparent lets me see about you. You and John aren't that much alike, from where I'm standing."

"Really? That fast, you see it all." I stopped, switching the thing between shoulders as we stopped at her door. "What is it you see?"

"I see..." She glanced at me after she fished for her keys. "...a man who just got dumped."

Wham.

"Uh, not exactly..." I grinned, which it turned out I didn't even have the energy to maintain. "... but close enough."

"Did she say 'let's just be friends' first? Is that why it's not exactly?" She opened her door, pushing it back and gesturing for me to go in.

"No, no, she didn't... it's more like 'indefinite hiatus'?" I shrugged. "Where do you want this thing?"

"Set it up by my room door and I'll mess with it later. Isn't 'indefinite hiatus' what they say for canceled TV shows that will never come back?"

I paused as I set the thing down. "You know, I didn't think of that, but yeah... that might just about be right."

"You worked really hard. I can see you broke a sweat." It was obvious no such thing had occurred, but I played along. She was striding into her kitchen as I eyed her ass for a few moments. "Let me get you something to drink." She tossed her jacket on the back of the couch as she went. The place wasn't bad; the same floor plan as the place John and I had, but she was using the other bedroom as an office.

She must be fairly well-off, I realized. The décor was more or less the same, except she had far more tasteful pictures and things lying around, and the place was cleaner... probably a lot cleaner. Even her bed was made up, which would have been a rare sight in John and I's place. She fished around in her fridge for a few moments, and then held out a beer to me. It was a Yuengling -- well, I guess they don't make them anymore, but those were fairly pricey as the beers college kids drank went.

"This would just about hit the spot..." I twisted off the lid.

We talked for a little while. A little while became a long while, and before I knew it, it was midnight. By then we were side by side on her couch, and there were six empty beers on the coffee table. She was working on our seventh. Nina always has been able to drink any of us under the table... that much was just her getting started. It turned out she and I were a lot more similar than I would have guessed.

Despite her very obviously feminine looks, Nina wasn't especially girly; most of her interests -- the sciences, history, astronomy, the internet and all of its associated subculture of the era, science fiction -- were male-dominated at the time. It wasn't common back then to run into hot blondes who loved talking about this stuff.

It was after a brief lull in conversation that she took another swig, put down her beer, and looked at me, chin in one hand, smiling. "So. Why'd she dump you?"

"Oh." I peered into the empty beer bottle that had been sitting in my hand for the last half-hour. "Well, I kind of neglected to tell her something important. And she didn't really dump me. She told me that she would decide in a few days."

"She left you hanging?" Nina peered at me, then gave me a light kick on the leg. "She might just be working up the nerve to say what she already feels, you know. You must have really pissed her off."

"Well, uh..." I shrugged. "She's going through a lot of changes right now, so it's not really her fault."

"Aww.... Mr. Understanding." She finished her beer in one swig. "We girls may say we like that, but it's bullshit, you know. We wouldn't like men if they weren't men. Show her you aren't at the mercy of her every mood swing and she might be the one who starts to cling to you."

"I see, then. I guess I should consider her feelings then, and be less considerate." I shrugged. "And you?" I pointed at her with the empty bottle, then held it up to my eye like a telescope. "What does Astronomy Girl like in her men? The dumber the better?"

"I like..." She inched over toward me. My cock -- which had been shifting between half-mast and stiffness all night as my attention shifted between the conversation and the woman I was having it with -- decided to switch full-time to hardness. "... men who keep themselves interesting, and who don't waste my time or fuck around. Where'd you really disappear to, Ben?"

"Oh. I went sailing." I shrugged.

"John didn't just tell me you disappeared and leave it at that, you know. He was actually getting worried that he couldn't reach you. Nobody could, he said. Your sister came by and gave him hell, drilled him for every little detail he might remember before you up and went missing. He was probably playing up his emotions about the whole thing to try and get me to give him a little quality time, but I could tell it wasn't all fake."

I pursed my lips, trying to think up something convincing... but I wasn't all that good at it. Hell, I still have that problem. "I was having some quality time of my own, I guess. It wasn't really planned. Someone showed up and made me an offer, and before I knew it we were halfway around the world."

"This isn't a Bond movie, Ben." Those were spy movies. Well, I guess most of you wouldn't have context for that either... forget it. She shrugged and went to get another beer. "If you were just on a drug binge, tell me, I don't give a shit."

"That would have been a lot easier to explain..." I raised an eyebrow as I stared into my beer bottle for a time. I finished it. "Forget it. I'm better off just telling everyone I went nuts for a few weeks, but I'm better now. My mom had schizophrenia, you know, and they say it's at least partly genetic... I know what my sister was thinking happened. So yeah, I went crazy for three weeks at a bad time, and now I'm back, and I feel great."

She paused, considering for a while, and then frowned. "You're right. That is too easy. It makes sense, but somehow I just doubt that's what happened." She shrugged. "You look great, compared to before. I saw you in the lobby every once in a while and you had always looked like you just rolled out of bed, even in the evening. I never would have thought you had some muscle to you. Or that you had such a big..." She stopped herself, pausing. "Well, fuck it. That you had such a big dick." She eyed me suspiciously. "Don't get any idea. No different than a guy commenting on a girl's rack."

Either was awful rude even in that time, but okay; I let it slide. "Oh. Uh, thanks." I nodded, knowing the real thanks was due to an alien somewhere between here and Jupiter by now. "You look great too. You and your rack both."

"Of course I do. We do." She waved a hand, gesturing as if to present herself... and taking care to wave it just under her tits, as if presenting the whole two-piece collection. Nina and humility didn't often come hand in hand, I later found, even if she was absolutely correct at that moment.

She smiled. "I'm serious, though. I'm not a slut, but I've seen more dicks than most junior-year girls, even counting the sorority bitches. I grew up with three male cousins, two uncles, and a nephew my age. Men aren't much of a mystery to me. And I have to admit, I still can't get that peek at you from earlier out of my head. It's weird, like there's a secret riddle to solve or something. How'd you get it shaven that clean? Laser?"

If she hadn't been staring at my face, I would have had a maniacal grin. All night I'd been wondering if she was somehow just immune to my power. 15226 said I should expect to run into that at least once in a while.

"Yeah, laser." I was at least capable of telling that small of a lie convincingly. "Don't worry, I won't be creeped out if you keep that image in mind in the future. I won't even charge you."

"Pfft." She gave me a light kick, her bare foot smacking against my thigh. "Seriously, every other guy with a dick like that is just swimming in bullshit confidence and thinks they own the world... and here you are cooped up in your room playing video games all day."

"Not all day... but it sounds like John had a lot to say about me."

"Trying to make himself look good in comparison, probably... but forget that. So, you had a girlfriend up until recently. How long were you two together?"

"Barely a few weeks." It was sort of true. She'd been half-conscious for most of that, and we only made love the once, but... close enough.

"Pfft. You can't even call her a girlfriend, then. How many girls were you with before?"

"Two. Both didn't last. I lost my confidence early on, and didn't really pick it back up until, oh, a few weeks ago, I'd guess. So much for that." I shrugged. "You? Should I expect a boyfriend to come in and get all pissed off at me, maybe take a swing?"

"Nah. I've got a lot of idiots who think I like them because I talked to them a few times. Nothing serious, though. I'm not expecting any other men by tonight... and if any do come by, just show them that monster you've got down there. They'll probably whimper and run away." She grinned.

There was another pause, this time a little more charged. I stared idly into the brown bottle as she seemed to consider me for a time. We'd put on some music a while ago -- she had some indie band she liked, hell if I recall the name and I don't think they ever made it into the Vault's records -- and I just let it play as I hoped for the best.

She bit her lip. "Hey."

"What?" I didn't look at her, but felt my hopes rising.

Instead of a response, suddenly I felt the weight on the couch shift, and in a moment she was straddling me. I blinked, and looked up into her blue eyes, staring down at me with an odd smile above her generous boobs. One hand came out and ran through my hair.

"God, you're like a puppy. A big, dumb, Rottweiler puppy that doesn't know what it's got." She grinned, and her other hand went to my face. She was looking down at me then with this oddly angelic smile.

"Huh?"

"Don't worry, I'm not nuts. I've been testing you this whole time, you know."

I was too confused right then to have a good response, but I didn't object to having a blonde with a fantastic body all over me. "Okay... did I pass?"

"Kind of. You aren't the boyfriend I'm looking for, Ben."

"Oh." I smiled up, but I felt my hopes crushed again. Emily, and now this girl too? Could I just not get a break?

"I see that. Don't let that happen again."

"What?"

"Don't let other people's judgments of you affect you so much." She sighed. "You're good material, Ben - but you need work before you'll be a good boyfriend to anyone. You're as good as I'm going to find, though, at least in this town... and everyone needs a project."

"Uh, okay. So do I study and come back for a quiz or what?"

She sighed again, rolling her eyes. "Ben, I'm declaring you my future boyfriend. Not today, but I'm going to teach you everything you need to be my man. You want your chance to be a confident, strong man, who knows how to use his body and mind around a woman? This is your ticket, being slapped on your face, mister big guy." Her hips began to rub against me in a motion I was quickly coming to realize was unmistakable.

It was vaguely insulting, I realized, for her to just so immediately assume that I would leap at the chance to be with her. I mean, yes, she was basically right -- not just because she was gorgeous, but she was smart, knew her way around people, knew her way around the world, apparently had some money -- but she didn't have to just rub it in how superior she was. I wondered if this was all just some roundabout way for her to stroke her own ego.

Nina wouldn't give me a straight answer when I asked - even when I told her it was for the public good, or for the historical record. She's pretty good at changing the subject when she wants to be, even - perhaps especially - if it means somehow talking me into eating her out instead of conducting historical research. She knows how to play me far too well.

A few seconds of thought as she bent down and leaned into my face to kiss me wiped out my hesitation. She was right; I'd spent too much of my life huddled into my little corner to catch up quickly. If she was willing to be both a teacher and a lover, well, she was exactly what I needed.

And, of course, I realized, she would make a good hominus. She didn't seem irresponsible, or amoral, or any of the other bad things I was coming to realize were probably red flags before I chose to make a girl all but immortal - but it went beyond simply not having major problems. Nina was a rare catch. In all those centuries to come that I'd have with her, maybe I'd have time to catch up to her brilliance. I grinned as she closed her eyes to kiss me. On top or not, ego or not, it was she who was falling under my power -- even if she didn't think of it in those terms.

Her hand was reaching backwards and fumbling at my zipper. I gave her a little help, and soon she slid down to the base of the couch and pulled against my pants, exposing my stiff cock. She gasped as she saw it, the pheromones of the thing seeping into her mind and strengthening its effect on her. Until I was satisfied, she wouldn't stop. Neither would I, I realized.

One hand gently reached out and took my length into her grip, her fingers barely closing around it, then the other went to my balls. It seemed almost totally natural when she closed her eyes, her mouth opened, and her body moved up just a little to raise her head above my extended length. I let out a long breath as my cockhead slipped past her lips and she began to suck me.

She was a little messy, and took things very slowly. I got my first taste of a girl using a little of her teeth during a blowjob, which I admit I didn't really like. Her hand continued jacking me as she licked at my balls, then up and down the sides of my shaft, her mouth returning to bobbing over the head not long after -- she never let my cock go, always having some kind of stroking motion on it.

I groaned. It wasn't the loving, tender treatment Emily had given me a few weeks ago, but it was very skillful and felt amazing. I felt my hips thrusting upward slightly, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth to try to speed things along. She let me do it -- for a while. Suddenly, when I felt the first sparks of something starting inside, she let me off with a popping sound. I groaned again, wanting more, but her grip tightened as she looked up at me, smiling. She rose, climbing up against me, straddling my hips a second time.

Coming up, she cupped two hands beneath her breasts. Sensing an invitation, I let my hands join hers, and we played with her boobs under her shirt for a few moments. She reached up, crossing her arms, and with a long pull, tugged her shirt off, tossing it to the side. She walked me through unsnapping her black bra -- I felt like an idiot high-school kid the whole time, but she didn't put any judgment in it. Her boobs hung free, large and pleasant with reddish nipples over them. She pointed at each, instructing me to give them a kiss.

She pulled my head against her chest, letting me feel her heartbeat, then told me to suck at her breasts, to 'show me what I'm starting with'. I paused for a moment, searching my mind, or more specifically, 15226's. I recalled what she liked, I recalled the sensations a woman felt as her breasts and sensitive, erect nipples were suckled -- by men or by other women. I bent forward and didn't hold back, applying everything I knew. I took one completely in my mouth, bit my teeth down lightly on the stubby nipple, mauling it with my tongue and squeezing her other boob with my hand.

I kept playing with her nipples for a time, enjoying her heavy breath against my face and sensing her increasing heartbeat. The light, quiet moaning sounds she made started off sounding a little like a porno, but as time went on, they became somehow more genuine, more on-the-spot and uncomposed. At some point, the whole pretense of this being some kind of lesson began to fade, and she simply was a woman having a man show his love to her tits.

I felt her hand on my head pushing me back downward. She stood, and held one hand down to me, pulling me up, then she pulled my shirt. I helped her take it off, then let my pants drop to the floor. She looked me up and down, nodding and biting her lip, then bending in to kiss me. Our lips met, then our tongues, and I felt her breasts pressing more and more tightly to my chest. Suddenly she was turning around, pressing her naked back to my chest, folding her arms over her boobs, and whispering to me to take her pants off.

She wanted me to do all of her undressing for her. I unbuttoned her jeans, which were much tighter than any I had -- it took honest work to get them off -- and she was left standing in only black panties. She said to take them off too, and I did so gently, as I kissed her. I knew 15226 liked it that way, a man starting off gentle and loving, then slowly treating her more and more the way he wanted to, eventually just conquering her. Her pussy wasn't bald; she had this little strip of blonde hair above it, neat and pretty.

She walked me into her bedroom, and pulled me onto the bed. We hadn't spoken in more than whispers in more than half an hour, but it seemed better that way. She asked if I had any condoms; nope. Neither did she, she said. She shrugged, and said that didn't mean we had to call off the lesson, we just had to be creative. She flipped over onto her back, widely spreading her legs, then with two fingers spreading her pussy in a totally shameless display.

"Come on, Ben. You can't be afraid to touch it if you're going to do this."

"I was never-" I shook my head. "Let me show you how scared I am of pussy."

She rolled her eyes, but soon gasped as I let myself fall forward and I attacked her. I got my first actual taste of pussy then. It was strange, and seemed completely natural, so much that I only realized a few minutes in that it was my first time doing it; the memories 15226 had imbued me with were mixed up in my head with my own a little, to where I recalled eating women out a number of times.

Even the exact smell, taste, sensations, the texture and life of another woman's pussy were alive in my memories; it was so familiar, yet so new. I pushed her legs back and up toward her head -- she was flexible, thankfully - and I went to town, licking, sucking, nibbling and playing, using everything I knew on her clit and folds.

I soon had her whole body in a thin sheen of sweat. At some point, she or I had cut the lights in the room off, leaving only the small bedside lamp to light the room; she looked even more gorgeous in the dim room, primly decorated like this was someone's high-class condo and not a random off-campus college coed's apartment. She took my head in both her hands and held on for her life -- good thing I had very short hair -- as I brought her closer and closer. I had two fingers buried in her by then, working in and out fast.

With a low groan, I finally made her come. It was difficult to tell -- she never telegraphed her orgasms, like so many of the other girls. She wasn't -- isn't -- a loud lover; Nina is calm and collected even in bed. Her whole body went tense and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, her toes curling above her head as she mashed my face and tongue against her clit.

My erection was painfully stiff, and swinging heavily down toward the bed; below the tip of my cock was a wet spot on the sheets where pre-come was dripping off of me. As she finally released my head and let herself relax, just catching her breath and looking up at me with barely open eyes, I saw another dab of it drip off my cockhead in a languid, gooey motion. I straightened myself up, letting my member point straight out in front of me, my desire utterly apparent.




Humanity 2.0, Year 001, Day 055



"I'm... gonna... keep you..." Nina grinned, talking between long breaths as she flattened herself onto her back.

"You sure? I'm on the rebound and everything. What if I go back to her?" I shrugged -- not that I had any intention of giving her up. Nina was already amazing, and I didn't want to let her go for a second. Not only was she charming, smart, fun, and interesting to talk to, and shared some of my interests, she was also fucking beautiful, and energetic and enthusiastic in bed. In a way, I consider finding her to be a stroke of luck only rivaled by being the guy chosen by the Experimenter.

"I'll figure something out. I always eventually get what I want." She licked her lips, sitting up and taking my cock in a hand. "Oh, hmm. What if I put out first?"

I raised an eyebrow. "How is this not you putting out...?" I thought for a moment. "Unless you want me to wrap up, in which case I guess this wouldn't count."

Please realize, my children, that this was an incredible asshole thing to say... very few of you ever fucked a woman who didn't have conscious control of her own fertility. Wrapping up was a basic courtesy with a woman you were fucking for the first time. Hell, it was practically a basic necessity.

"Forget about that." She flipped herself over, coming up onto all fours. "That was before you made me come so hard. You're going to fuck me..." - she wiggled her ass in front of me, in a clear invitation -- "... and I'm on the pill, so give it to me, Ben. Come on, champ, claim the prize." She was more insistent now, looking impatient.

"Well..." I took her hips in my hands, laying my cock in between her ass cheeks for a moment, sawing it up and down. I tested her pussy with one finger, finding her still more than wet enough. "... much obliged."

With a gentle thrust, I pushed the first few inches of my cock into her pussy. She opened her mouth wide, stiffening for a few moments in a silent wail as I stopped for a moment. I let her get used to me, drawing out and inch then pushing back in a few times over the next thirty seconds or so as she continued to moan.

"Oh my god... what's with me..."

"I don't know, but don't change your mind now... I don't think I can stop, this is too fucking good..." I let the words fall out as I simply reveled in her pussy. She was a perfect fit; tight enough to be fun, stretchy enough to fit me, hot enough to tease me to the edge of orgasm just as soon as I entered.

"I never let men fuck me bareback... sure as hell not on the first date..." She had turned her head, looking up at me sideways as she flattened the other cheek against the bed. Her hair was splayed out all around her wildly. "I must... really want to keep you... God, I love that cock! Nnnnnnnggh!" She thrust her hips back against me, signaling me to push my way in further. It wasn't long until I was buried in her, and began thrusting in and out. I loved the way her tits jiggled under her as my hips slapped her ass.

"I bet I want to keep you even more..." I grinned to myself, seeing her eyes closed already as she lost herself in pleasure. She had no idea, of course, what this would do to her... Emily would be mad that I wasn't telling her up front, but how realistic was that? Who, aside from someone in Bethany's situation, wouldn't think I was nuts?

No, this was the only way. Find great girls, make the change to them, and hope for the best. Make up the rest as I went along. I still felt like I was feeling my way around in the dark with this mission thing, but Nina was the first time I felt like I had definitely, consciously, made the right call. She and I clicked together right away, and had we really met this way and done this before the Experimenter had her way with me, I would already secretly be planning to marry her.

I felt the rush of come overwhelming me. My balls pumped hard, and the mission had another success. I coated the inside of her pussy with a load of come, sealing her transformation. I hoped she wouldn't be bedridden like the other two girls, or I'd be right back to square one, without anyone to satisfy this increasingly strong urge that I was feeling to fuck and fuck and fuck. Emily was madder than hell and I knew it would be a long time -- if, possibly, ever -- before she would talk to me again.

I know a lot of you, the younger crowd anyway, are rolling your eyes and thinking Emily was being a selfish little bitch. If you invest any authority at all in my position as the forefather of our people, then accept this command - think absolutely nothing of the sort about my beloved sister.

You weren't there in the old days; pair-bonding meant a lot then. We still have it now, but it means something else, more often between two or three women in a group. Back then, it was all about one man and one woman sticking together and not making love to anyone but each other. In a society with a roughly one to one ratio of men to women, that was a building block of a stable society.

A guy sleeping around wasn't the norm then, and Emily felt more than a little betrayed. She can probably explain her feelings better than I can, but I realize that I mistreated her. Not because I slept around -- I can't apologize for that, I am what the Experimenter made me, and the mission wasn't going to complete itself -- but I can apologize for how I went about it with her. Well, I actually have already, a few hundred times over the last few hundred years... but I'll take the opportunity again, in this quite public volume, to say it again -- Emily, I'm sorry. I owed you much more than that.

Anyway -- we had just about collapsed together right then. She was dozing off, and I wasn't far behind. It was late, and we woke up some hours later, feeling great -- she did too, oddly enough. I kept expecting her to rush into the toilet and throw up, like Bethany did, but she seemed better than ever.

15226 did say I could expect a wide range of reactions with the retrovirus' symptoms... maybe, I thought, she would be asymptomatic. Or maybe it would be as bad as Bethany's, but would hit her later. I furrowed my brow worrying about it in the morning, with her splayed over me like I was some kind of fleshy body-pillow. By the time she woke up, I had decided to stick around her as much as possible; from the look of things, she was taking this whole boyfriend-makeover thing seriously, so it wouldn't be difficult.

We woke up, and had breakfast. She seemed happy the whole time, and not regretting things as I'd feared she would. She had morning classes, and I didn't, so when she went out for the day, I took the time instead to visit Bethany's place and look in on her.

She was doing better overall, I guessed; she responded with a noncommittal groan as I called out to her when I walked into her house. It sounded like she didn't want to get out of bed, but not like someone who was very sick, just someone very tired.

"You want anything, B?"

"Nnnnnnn..... oh no...." Her voice was loud and raspy, but intelligible through the door. "I'm ok... can feed myself now... how is your sister?"

"Oh, uh, she's feeling great. Up and about, actually. Much better." I went into the kitchen, replenishing things with the stuff I'd grabbed in the store on the way there. No need to unload on Bethany the whole situation between Emily and I right then. I doubted she'd even stay awake long enough to finish listening to a summary. "You just worry about yourself now. You can have your look at her once you're good to go too. How is it?"

"Fine... I'm fine... going to sleep now... night."

I went into her room quietly; she was already sound asleep. I tucked her covers over her. In hindsight, I should have looked closer at her face right then; it would have saved me a lot of headache later. I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts, particularly about Nina and also Emily, to really pay attention to the here and now.

I left her place and went back to mine, then met Nina again when she returned from class. We spent the afternoon together, and went out to some bookstores. She seemed utterly healthy the whole time, which I welcomed but was still a little confused about. We saw a movie, then went back to her place, and after less than an hour we were naked all over again, repeating the previous night's events.

She rode me this time, straddling my cock and impaling herself on it. It took longer, but we both came, as I diddled her clit with my thumb. Another retrovirus-charged load of semen was deposited inside her, but it was already at work on her genes. For whatever reason, she just never displayed any symptoms, and felt completely fine in the few weeks it took her to transform.

It was several days before I needed to go back to Bethany's, and Nina and I were so completely wrapped up in each other that I wasn't going by daily. We had sex two or sometimes three times daily; she was insatiable, and so was I. John seemed congratulatory when he found out, but I could tell it tore him up to see me banging the girl he'd been chasing for a while. He never put another move on her, though... John did have at least that much class.

It was about six days after I met Nina that I got a call on my cell from Bethany. It was a good sign; she hadn't been lucid enough to use one for most of the past week or so. She must have finally been coming around.

"Bethany?" I answered the phone casually. "How are you feeling?"

A furious voice screeched over the phone. "What the HELL did you do to me!"