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EMILY, ME, AND THE DEVICE: A COMPELTELY TRUE STORY

PART ONE

BY DR. BOOBOLOGY

I was staring at Emily for the first time in six years. Six years since our horrible break up. Six years.

I would go into detail about our past relationship, but... it�s difficult for me to talk about. What�s important to know is that we were very much in love and that the break up was messy. After graduating high school, we had been accepted to separate universities hundreds of miles apart from each other. I attended a big state university while she became a student at a very expensive, elite private school. After a year of painful distance it was clear that the relationship was over. To top it off, rather than parting on good terms, I masked my pain by being an asshole towards her, driving her even farther away.

I had underestimated the scar she would leave. Following the split, I made the most of my college�s reputation as a party school. Booze, drugs and girls. I wasn�t the most popular with the ladies, but I did alright. I rocked hard, and I paid for it. After a year, I had neglected my classes to the point where the administration decided to suspend me for a semester.

It was during that period that, in a state of agonizing, drug induced depression, I had an epiphany. My life had fallen into the toilet since I�d let Emily get away. I�d thought it�d be easy to find another girl that I could be happy with, but all I�d found were the shallow and the skanky. None of them could come even close to the magic I�d felt while I was in love with Emily.

The phone number I had for her no longer worked, so I talked to her over the internet. When I tried to explain my rediscovered feelings for her, it came off as more than a little psychotic. Also inappropriate, considering she was now with someone new. I told her how I wished I had put forth more of an effort to make things work. I told her I was prepared to transfer to a different school to be nearer to her. She didn�t want to hear any of it. We talked like this sporadically over the next few years, each time with our conversation ending with her getting weirded out and me sinking back into my deep depression. I was miserable. All I wanted to do was show her how I had changed. All I wanted was a second chance to be the guy she deserved. All I wanted was her� and I couldn�t have her.

Eventually we stopped talking altogether�

It was now six years since we had last seen each other in person. Six years since our break up. I had been out of school for a little over a year now, working as a researcher in a biotech lab. Emily was in her last semester with only a few weeks to graduation.

Actually, it was the research going on in my lab that inspired me to track Emily down and try to win her back� but I�ll explain more about that later. I told my bosses that I needed a month-long vacation. They weren�t particularly happy about the idea, but I left anyway, knowing that I�d, most likely, never go back to work there again. The plan, after all, was to find myself a new life with Emily.

I packed a bunch of my things into the back of my rust-worn car and drove for over twenty-four hours to the city where Emily was living. After checking into the cheapest motel I could find, I spent the entire next day sleeping. Then it took nearly three days of lurking around on campus before I finally caught a glimpse of her walking between classes.

My heart jumped into my throat when I saw her. I guess here�s a good place to describe her for the benefit of those who haven�t had the privilege. She was even more beautiful that I remembered. She was only five feet tall with a beauty I had always (obviously) found intensely irresistible. Half Filipino, half white, she had silky, straight, shoulder-length black hair; cut shorter than when I had last seen her. Her eyes had an exotic, eastern shape and contained a certain shine, though presently they looked a bit tired. She was wearing a black tank top that showed off the smooth skin of her shoulders and arms as well as her nicely-shaped, B-cup breasts. A couple inches of bare midriff showed that she had put on some weight from all the campus food, but she was still a long way from what you might consider fat or even thick. Low-cut, tight fitting jeans hugged the curve of her hips, showing off her short, but feminine legs. Here adorable rear end still had the same sexy sway when she walked, just as I remembered from years before.

I followed her from class to class for the rest of the day until she finally led me to the apartment she was living in. I wrote down the address and went back to my motel.

I was a nervous wreck, knowing that the next step was to actually face her up close. Somehow I made it through the next day, taking care of making myself look as presentable as I possibly could. I got a fresh haircut, brought my clothes to be steam pressed and spent hours in front of the bathroom mirror obsessing over the tiniest details. Finally, at around six in the evening, I knocked on her door holding a single rose behind my back. It was the cheesiest, most romantic thing I could come up with and I was terrified that it wouldn�t be enough.

�Who is it?� called a voice from behind the door.

�Uhh�It�s Matt� I stammered in response.

�Matt who?�

�Uhh�Matt Hendricks.*�

*Author�s note: While the majority of this story is accurate and true, I have used a fake name to protect my anonymity.

There was silence for a moment, but then the door opened a crack, still held shut by the chain lock. Through the crack I could see Emily peer out. She said nothing.

I tried to say something but nothing came out. All I could do was hold out the rose. She looked at it for what seemed like an eternity before closing the door, unfastening the lock and then opening it once more.

There she was, standing right in front of me, looking right into my eyes. I couldn�t believe it. Alright, I scolded myself, get it together. Let�s do this.

�Hi.�

�What are you doing here?� she asked softly. I think she was a little afraid that I might force my way in and take advantage of her.

�Don�t worry, I�m not here to force my way in or take advantage of you.� Smooth. Real smooth. �I mean� I mean, hi. Can we talk?�

She didn�t say anything. She just looked at me and then, after a few moments, dropped her gaze to the floor.

�Well, uhh�� I started.

�Let me get my coat,� she said, and we went around the corner to a coffee shop.

At first we just engaged in nervous talk about what we�d been up to. Small talk about classes and jobs and the like. Eventually I steered the conversation to the real reason I had come all this way to see her.

�I know this all seems a little extreme, but it�s how I feel. I�ve never stopped loving you, Emily, and I had to come here and try this one last time. I don�t know about you, but I�ve been hurting for years without you. It hurt even more when we would talk over the internet and it seemed like you couldn�t care less. I know I treated you badly when the distance was tough, but I�ve changed and I think I can make it up to you now. I know this is all probably for nothing except even more hurt, but I had to try.�

After a thoughtful moment, Emily replied, �You�re wrong about one thing you know. I did care. I do care. It hurt me just as much when we broke up. I really thought we�d be together and that nothing could come in the way of our love. When it didn�t work out, that illusion broke. I haven�t had a good relationship since and, honestly, I think it�s because I lost a lot of trust in guys after you.�

We sat in silence for a long moment. Then I asked the inevitable question:

�So� are you single?�

�Actually, I am. Just recently. We broke up six weeks ago.�

�So� can we do this? Will you give me another shot?�

�But what about this distance?�

�Love is crazy, babe. I�m ready to move here to be with you.�

She didn�t say anything.

�So� is that a yes?�

�No,� she said softly.

�Then, it�s a no?� I held my breath.

�It�s not a no,� she replied.

�What then?�

�I�m not sure. Why don�t you take me to dinner tomorrow night and we�ll start from there.�

***********

We went on several dates over the next few weeks. Each went better than the last. The comfort we had used to feel in each other�s presence came back more easily than either of us could have expected. We began to spend a lot more time together. We kissed. We made out. We fell asleep in each other�s arms, but we hadn�t yet had sex, but I could sense that she needed to take this ridiculously romantic situation as slowly as possible.

But she seemed happy; so happy that she said to me one day that she�d like it if I moved in with her. She though it was silly that I should have to live in a motel room and that I should come and stay with her, at least until her lease ended in two months when she would graduate. I didn�t need any convincing.

That night, while I was unpacking my bags, she playfully began to go through the things I had brought with me. She threw some of my underwear at me, laughing and saying she�d have to take me shopping. Then, the noise of her moving around stopped and I turned around to see that she had found the device I had stolen from the biotech lab job I had recently quit.

�What�s this?� she asked, a bit confused at what she was looking at. Most of what I brought with me was just clothing and toiletries, but there in my blue duffel was a strange looking assortment of high-tech looking items.

�That�s The Device. The Sub-Quantum Arousal Energy Redirection Device. We always just called it The Device. I, uhh, kinda stole it from that biotech job I was telling you about.�

�The one you quit before coming here?�

�Yeah, well, I didn�t exactly quit. I kinda just stole The Device and left.�

�Won�t they want it back?�

�Oh, definitely. But they�ll never figure out where to find me.�

�Oh,� said Emily.

�Yeah, it�s the biggest project the lab had going during my time there. It�s a pretty neat contraption.�

�So what does it do?� she asked.

�Well, uhh�� I hesitated. Honestly, I had not meant for her to find it quite so soon. Of course I was going to tell her about it, but I figured that could at least wait until we had been comfortable and together for a while.

�Come on, tell me! Is it super top secret?�

�Well, uhh��

�Come on, what does it do?�

�Ok, but you�re not going to believe me.�

�Try me,� she insisted, adorably feigning mock impatience.

�Ok. You know the feeling that you get building up inside you when you become sexually aroused?�

�Umm, of course?�

�Yeah, well it turns out that feeling has an immense sub-quantum energy signature.�

She stared blankly.

�Ok, so that arousal feeling is a unique kind of energy. We weren�t sure exactly what kind of energy it was, but we knew that it was significant and at the height of a climax, the energy put out is massive. The Device is a machine that harnesses that energy and can redirect it in a more tangible form.�

She kept staring blankly.

�Basically, one person attaches the absorption pads to several key points on the body; the base of the neck, the collarbone, the solar plexus and the groin. The sheer energy of being aroused, turned on, is sucked up into a sort of capacitor. Then the emitter beams that energy at whatever it�s aimed at.�

�Wait, wait� you mean someone wears these pads and then� masturbates?� she asked tentatively.

�Exactly.�

�And what does this �arousal energy� do to whatever it�s aimed at?�

�Well that�s what we built this thing to find out. We weren�t the most ethical lab. We cut a lot of corners by doing these sort of dangerous tests rather than tedious, safe, slow research. We knew that arousal energy was potent and, basically, unlimited. Anyone can produce it and does every time they get turned on.

�So we built The Device and started seeing what this energy could do. At first all we could find was what it couldn�t do. It couldn�t be used to fuel a car. It couldn�t even be used to power a light bulb. No matter what we aimed the emitter at,� there was no result.

�At least until the day one of the intern girls got hit by the beam accidentally.�

�What did it do to her?� Emily was leaning forward now, obviously very interested in the whole thing. Good, I thought. That�ll make things easier.

�Well, it made her hotter.�

�What do you mean?

�Just what I said. The beam made her hotter. In all aspects. Smoother skin, tighter ass, bigger breasts. She even got a little taller. All of these changes were really subtle, but they were real.�

�It made her hotter,� Emily repeated.

�Yeah.�

We both stared at the device. She must have been processing everything I had just told her. I was fantasizing about�

�Do you want to try it on me?�

I couldn�t believe my ears. Of course I wanted to try it on her. From the instant I found out what The Device could do I had been trying my best to imagine what it could do to Emily. However, I hadn�t thought that she would be so accepting of it, even eager.

�Umm� of course��

�Good!� she hopped up and kissed me hotly on the lips. �That should get you warmed up. I�m going to go change into something more comfortable. While you get this thing set up.�

�The Device.�

�Huh?�

�You called it �this thing.� It�s called The Device.�

�Oh�. Ok. I�ll be right back.�

She went into the bathroom and began doing whatever she thought she needed to do to prepare herself. I could hardly contain my excitement. I laid out the components on the bed and stripped down to my boxer shorts. Gingerly I fastened the cold absorber pads to the required points on my neck, chest and groin, in the spot under my balls.

I must have been quite the odd site when Emily returned, wearing a cute pair of gray sweatpants and a boys� wifebeater undershirt. I easily see that her round B-cup breasts were not confined by a bra and my dick sprang to attention.

�I remember that little guy,� she smiled coyly, looking at the tent I was pitching in my boxers.

�Hey, I�m standing here about to masturbate in front of you and you�re going to wear all those clothes? No fair!�

�Patience, patience� we have to take things slow, remember?� she smiled mischievously. �Besides, you seem to be pretty turned on already.�

I was. The idea of what was about to happen was more than enough to get me rock hard.

�Fine, fine� you ready?�

She stretched out on her bed and put her arms behind her head. �Ready. Beam me.�

I set the emitter on her dresser and aimed it at Emily. I plugged the absorber array that I was wearing into the capacitor and plugged the capacitor into the emitter. I dropped my shorts and turned towards her.

I grabbed my cock and started stroking, slowly. The Device began to hum slightly as it gave off a beam that appeared only as a reddish haze stretching from the emitter to Emily.

�Do you feel anything?� I asked.

�Mmm� I�m not sure. There�s� something.�

I started working my shaft harder, each stroke getting me more and more aroused.

�Yesss,� she cooed, �I can feel it now. It�s warm��

I continued masturbating, stroking faster, getting more turned on. As I looked at her I could see subtle changes already. Her complexion, while not bad before, was now perfectly smooth and healthy looking. The tired look that I had seen under her eyes had vanished completely. Her hair shimmered. I could swear that her breasts looked slightly larger under the undershirt she wore and that her sweatpants looked a bit tighter around her thighs.

She writhed on the bed, obviously enjoying the experience, once in a while letting out a sensual moan. I continued stroking my cock, coming dangerously close to orgasm. I attempted to pace myself, prolonging the energy transfer for as long as possible.

She squirmed on the bed and brought a hand to rub her right boob, her other hand dropping down between her legs. It was too much for me to bear and I exploded all over her floor.

When I opened my eyes I saw that she was staring intently at me.

�That was amazing,� she whispered heavily. She sat up and crawled over to me, seeing the mess I had left on the floor. �Oops, next time we�ll have to be more careful about that.�

�Yeah,� I laughed as I detached myself from the device.

�I want you now.�

�What�s that, dear?�

�I�m so horny. I need you now.� And with that she pulled off her shirt, revealing a breathtaking pair of small C-cups.

�Hmm? I didn�t quite catch that,� I teased.

She lunged and grabbed me, pulling me down on top of her. That night, we made love with each other for the first time in six years.

***********

The next morning I awoke to see her admiring her improved, nude body in the mirror. From where I was I had a perfect view to see that the slight chubbiness she had gained over the years was now gone. What was left was beautifully toned skin that covered an almost perfectly flat stomach. Her breasts had grown about a half cup size, making them something about small Cs. Her ass had firmed up into a sexy heart shape that sat atop a striking pair of feminine thighs.

�Wow,� I said, alerting her to my being awake.

�You like what you see, babe?� she smiled and jumped onto the bed next to me.

�Oh man, yeah. Yeah, I do.�

�I�m taller now. Guess how much.�

She didn�t give me a chance to answer.

�Two inches! I�m five foot two now! Can you believe it? You want to give The Device another go?� she asked playfully.

�Hell yeah!�

�Well I have to go to class now, so we�ll do that when I get home.�

�You tease!� I hit her with a pillow.

As she got ready to go to school, I watched as she dressed in clothes that now seemed just a bit too small.

**********

When she got home, I was ready to go. It was all I could think about the whole day. No doubt, she knew that too.

�I�m hooooooome,� she called, bursting through the door carrying shopping bags under her arms.

�You went shopping? You kept me waiting while you shopped? You�re cruel!� I joked.

�Well my clothes today were feeling a bit tight. I figure by tomorrow, they won�t even fit anymore. I need something to wear to class tomorrow don�t I?�

I nodded that she was right.

�Wait here,� she said, �I want to show you something.� She went into the bathroom with one of the shopping bags and closed the door.

When she emerged, she was wearing only a red, silk set of bra and panties. My jaw hung open. She stood there, the Emily I was in love with and more. Even with her extra two inches she was still short, but her legs were long and lean looking, leading up to the curve of feminine hips, a flat stomach and a narrow waist. I raised my gaze to her chest and lingered. She must have noticed.

�36C,� she happily informed me. �It�s a little big for me right now, but I bet that will change before long.�

I stripped off all my clothes as fast as I could and reached for The Device.

�Wait!� she interrupted, �Let me put it on you. You just tell me where the pads go.�

She took the absorber pads from me and leaned around to put one on the back of my neck, bringing her chest right up to my face. She had a faint floral scent that I inhaled deeply. Slowly and seductively she let her hands glide over my shoulders and around my neck as she placed the second pad on my clavicle. She lightly kissed my chest several times, working her way down to putting the third pad on the center of my torso.

Slowly, she kneeled down and brought her lips to my fully erect member, flicked the top of it with her tongue and the slid the whole thing into her mouth. Slowly, slowly she drew back, sucking, pulling her mouth off my cock, then very gently putting the last of the absorber pads under by balls.

�How long was I under the beam last time?� she drew back and looked me in the eyes.

�I don�t know, about six or seven minutes?� I guessed.

�Let�s try to keep it going for a lot longer this time,� she winked

The excitement was mutual.

She stood up against the wall as I aimed the emitter in her direction. I then took a seat facing her and began to fondle myself.

The emitter gave off its faint red haze and Emily let a small gasp escape her lips.

This time, thanks to her wearing far less clothing, I could more easily see the changes that were occurring. Her legs took on a strong, toned look to them, growing longer and shapelier. She turned and pressed herself against the wall, moaning softly, sexually. I could see her ass grow rounder, juicier, more ripe as her red panties began to look smaller and smaller.

Feminine muscle tone and an athletic looking waist gave her back a new, sexier form. Her silky black hair lengthened a bit, cascading down to her mid-back.

She turned around again, facing me as I continued to stroke myself. I saw that her facial features had changed subtly. Her cheekbones had raised slightly and her half-asian eyes took on a devastatingly sexy slant, giving her a face like a fashion model.

But the real treat was what was happening to her chest. The red, silk bra she wore had been a bit too large when she had first showed it off, but now it was snug and full of new breast flesh. I lost control and came. I could see that the sudden burst of energy from my orgasm had caused a sudden surge forward in her chest, her breasts now slightly too large for the C-cup bra.

�More�� she moaned and I went back to work.

It didn�t take more than a moment for me to get hard again, what with Emily now looking as she did. She was slightly taller, breasts overflowing her bra cups, the straps of her bra and panties starting to become tight on her skin. She was still, unmistakably, the same Emily I was in love with then and now, but rather than the cute, pretty girl she was, she now had the appearance of a ravishing, jaw-dropping woman.

I continued to work myself towards a second orgasm as she continued to grow in all the right proportions. Her hair took on a sexy curl at the ends. Her panties rode up and drew in between her growing ass cheeks.

She moaned and drew her shoulders back, emphasizing her still-enlarging chest. What had once been an undeniably average set of breasts was now one hell of a nice rack, now obviously too large for the C-cup bra she was wearing. New breast poured out over the top of the cups and out from the sides.

�Unngh� the straps hurt�� she cooed to no one in particular as she reached to undo the clasps behind her. Her chest heaved forward as she freed her growing tits from the confines of her bra.

I now had a perfect view of her new breasts in all their glory. They looked like more than a decent handful from where I was sitting and they were still growing.

She began rubbing her hands along her newly enhanced curves, touching her aroused nipples, moaning soft sexual sounds that became louder as she dropped a hand in between her legs. It was too much for me to bear and I came for the second time. The orgasmic burst of energy beamed over to her and, I wasn�t sure, but she might have cum right then as well.

Breathing heavily I soaked her in. I guessed she was now at least five foot six with a DD chest. She had a perfect hourglass figure with perfect, smooth skin stretched over slightly visible abs. Her panties were stretched tight around her sexy, round ass. I was amazed they weren�t tearing right off with how tight they seemed to be wrapping around her widened hips. Her legs looked incredibly long and sensual, showing hints of thighs packed with healthy, female muscle.

Our gazes met and she looked at me with animal lust. I was tired from having had two strong orgasms in the span of about a half hour, but I knew I would have to satiate her.

Never breaking eye contact, she glided over to me and moved down my body, pulling the absorber pads from my skin. I could feel her warm breath on my skin as she crawled on top of me. There was no question, she was mine and I was hers.

I stood up from my chair, picking her up with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom�

TO BE CONTINUED!!!