The Body Shop: Part 1 PlusOneZing “So tell me what you want done,” Ryan prompted. The nervous woman on the operation recliner fidgeted with her hands while watching the computer monitor facing her. On it was an amazingly well-rendered CG image of herself in a generic bikini. Amazing as it was, it only served to remind her of her own body’s lack of alluring curves. She was 35, single, and had not a single remarkable feature of beauty. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I want to be pretty,” she finally said. Ryan sighed ever-so-slightly. Sitting on a stool in front of the examination computer, he had come to expect this from the more timid clients. He could feel her mixture of eagerness, desperation, and embarrassment, and like most social introverts that came to him, she was driven here by a recent public rejection. And like most of the rest, she wasn’t expecting him to actually produce solid results, at least in the order that his storefront claimed. An unassuming former small aerobic gym, the Body Shop promised “Remake yourself to fit your self-image!” through the wonders of “auto-hypnotic resonant psycho-genetic engineering”. The tinted glass windows and double doors held no additional displays, no gaudy advertisements, and the one concession to commercialism in the modern waiting area was a rack of pamphlets Ryan had dreamt up himself to explain the various specific procedures and services available. They described the fundamental process as a complex EM resonance algorithm carefully fitted to match one’s mental subconscious, and from there, the operator being able to subtly manipulate the patient’s mind’s own bodily definition. The pamphlets summed it up, “As the mind wills it, so the body complies.” The body would adjust itself, fitting to the new mould the subconscious dictated should exist. In reality, this was a carefully veiled half-truth. The computer had nothing to do with the process except for show, as the entire thing was handled by Ryan himself. Or, more accurately, his mind; Ryan had early in his life discovered he possessed the unique talents of telepathy, telekinesis, and empathy- he was psionic. He had no idea why, and recalled nothing of his life before the event that had bestowed or awakened his powers. He believed it to be an accident, and the whole emotional melodrama of his recovery was an ordeal he did not like to recall. His first memories of awakening in a hospital bed with his parents nearby, both their minds consumed with worry and dread over his well-being, went a long way towards his self-determined purpose of making life in general better wherever he could. He soon found this task to be incredibly complicated, as what people thought they wanted, what they *actually* wanted, and what would *actually* make them happy were all different things. The Body Shop was his most successful attempt to reconcile people between what they want and what would make them happy. “That’s not quite what you want. Or at least if it is, it’s horribly vague,” Ryan replied. The woman looked at him with a nervous grin. “Is this thing a lie detector, too?” she asked, indicating the handful of wire taps fixed to her body and the metallic dome over her head. The things I do to keep up appearances… Ryan thought. “No, but I can tell by your tone of voice. Besides, anyone can say, ‘I want to be pretty’ and mean they want to look different, regardless of their current appearance. Let’s start with why you want to look to look pretty.” She merely fidgeted some more. “Come on, Gina, out with it,” Ryan said, mockingly stern. “Well, um, I want a husband.” Gina finally concluded. Ryan knew she wasn’t quite there. If people don’t admit what they really want or need, they aren’t happy when they get it. He had learned that the hard way in college. “A husband, eh? I believe there are practical alternatives for anything a husband can provide you with in today’s world, save a line of income. And for that there’s lottery. What is it a husband could do for you that you couldn’t do yourself after a visit to the appropriate store?” Gina looked surprised and startled by this. Ryan could sense she was hovering right over it, and nudged her mind slightly in the right direction. Epiphanies were even harder to achieve by yourself than admitting the truth to yourself. “I want… I want to be pregnant.” “You want kids? They can do that-” “No, not kids,” Gina cut him off. “I just want to be pregnant.” Ryan paused. He knew this from the start, and it wasn’t that odd a request given some particular individuals, but he was intrigued. Reading into someone’s mind was unpleasant for the subject, and he preferred reading the surface thoughts and emotions as someone explained themselves verbally to digging out the answers by brute force. “So… no kids, just pregnancy. How does that work?” Finally reaching it, Gina rambled. “I want to be big! I want the huge belly and tender breasts. I want the healthy glow of motherhood. I want to be really, really big!” “And is that it?” Ryan asked, knowing there was more. Gina looked up at him, and finally stopped fidgeting. She looked down at her hands in her lap. “I want total strangers to smile knowingly at me as I pass them in the park. I want them to fuss over me on the bus. I want them to help me up from my seat or offer one when there aren’t any. I want… to be noticed. By anyone,” she said, in a small voice. Ryan put a hand on her shoulder. “I believe we can do just that. It’s just important to go into these things with both eyes open. The last thing we want is to do the wrong thing for the wrong reasons.” He tried to sound as reassuring as he could. Gina looked up with a hopeful smile. “Really? I thought you were going to start asking about my mother next!” Ryan laughed and tapped at the computer. The whole thing was mostly for show; he much preferred to alter the image on the screen with his mind then take the time to learn a programming language to actually code up something complex enough to do what he already could. Gina’s gaze snapped to the patient display. The CG image of her body stopped rotating on a frontal view, then split off a side view of her body alongside. “Well, you still want to be ‘pretty’, as it were. Social statistics have always shown that more attractive individuals receive both more and better attention than less attractive ones. So…” Gina watched the image of her, with poorly defined hips, flat chest, and straight-edged torso, change proportions suddenly. Taken by itself, no single change was dramatic in the slightest, but together they took Gina’s breath away. In the image, her waist narrowed slightly as her torso took on a slight V-physique. Her hips widened and filled out, and her breasts rose from the chest to about the size of apples. After that, her arms and legs took on a defining muscle tone and her entire body was accented with a healthy dose of extra padding- but only where needed. The cushioning filled out her butt until the bikini half-disappeared into her cheeks and her breasts expanded more drastically than before, taking on extra mass until they looked like two cantaloupes suspended in the bikini top. She gaped in astonishment. “You can DO that?!?” she breathed. “Yeah. Keep in mind that’s only the first phase. You still wanted to be big.” Gina inhaled sharply and stared at the monitor transfixed as the image showed a developing pregnancy. The side-view image was now the one holding her attention, and the belly steadily expanded away from the figure to full term. “There you go, full term pregnancy. That’s what you’d look like in nine months, and you’d stay that way until you came back.” Gina cocked her head to the side. “Nine months? It’d take nine months?” “You don’t care what those close to you will think?” “… No,” she finally said. “I want to grow as fast as I can.” Ryan stopped. This was tricky; the human body could be persuaded to grow painfully fast. He decided to cut her off at the fastest peaceful growth naturally possible. “You can reach that size in about a month.” Gina smiled. “Good. And I want to keep growing at that rate.” Ryan thought for a minute. “OK, I’m going to run the simulation at a constant rate. Tell me when you want to stop.” “OK!” The image started growing again. The belly expanded at a constant rate, so that the bigger it got the smaller the apparent growth. Full term was barely more than a foot from the body core; Gina watched in rapt attention as the belly passed two feet with ease and even further. The front view showed the massive belly expanding on the sides just as fast, quickly obscuring the bikini bottom from view, slowly dropping as it pushed out farther and farther. The breasts in both views grew large, then heavy, then massively huge to match the burgeoning belly. Gina was sitting upright with hands clasped tightly when Ryan froze the image. She looked at him. “Let’s do this: I’ll set you up for continual growth, and you can just call me when you’re happy with your size. How’s that?” Gina beamed. “Yes!” Ryan smiled and made another show of tapping on the keyboard. After making sure her body was strong enough to function under the additional stress, he started altering her subconscious and involuntary systems for the changes. As he did so, he talked to her. “You should keep in mind, as your body changes, you’ll undergo some of the emotional side effects of pregnancy, some more prevalent than others, as your hormone levels will fluctuate and change drastically. Your appetite for food will increase exponentially, of course.” “My appetite for food?” “Yes. Your sexual appetite will increase quite a bit, too, although with the effects of phase one I’m sure you’ll have no trouble with that.” Ryan paused at the return of her apprehensive look. “I’m sorry, but there are some things the body itself wants. My techniques here are completely non-invasive because they coax the body itself to perform any needed changes, and the body has a certain way of doing things. In this case, you’re requesting a condition, namely pregnancy, that is a direct result of sex. For the most part, your body will abide, but unless you actually want inseminated, there are just some signals that won’t be present. Now it’s nothing overwhelming or debilitating, it’s just a minor inconvenience. Do you still wish the procedure?” Gina fidgeted again for a couple seconds. “Yes,” she said. Ryan resumed his work, knowing full well she’d probably ignore any such cravings. At least, until she was more comfortable with herself, and that would come with time. He continued with the technicalities as he made a show of using the computer. “If anything goes wrong, if you get hurt or have an accident unrelated to this condition, a conventional doctor will likely make a huge deal out of it and hike up your insurance rates. While I can guarantee no harm to to come from my end, I can’t speak for the rest of the world. You’ve got three primary alteration types wrapped up in this, so for an extra $30 I can give you a ‘warranty’ of sorts- if you have a medical emergency I will treat the injury and see you back to full health, free of further charge.” “Three alteration types?” “Yes. Those would be: hormone/gland recalibration, musculoskeletal restructuring, and the pregnancy emulation, which I have to classify as miscellaneous. Some people just want one or two, but since you had a specific idea in mind, the related effects are all at half cost. Warranties are usually $20 per alteration.” Ryan talked mostly to keep her mind occupied while he changed the subtle electrochemical neural and genetic markers that would have her waddling up a storm within two months. He briefly checked her current health, to make sure her body could handle the stress. In this quick scan, he found a red flag- a developing cancer tumor deep in her liver. It hadn’t become malignant yet, but was close, and was probably already causing problems. Ryan knocked out a key genome in the tumor, removing its ability to evade the body’s main safeguards against cancer. “Bloody cancer’s easier to heal than most people’s damaged self-image,” Ryan thought to himself. After a few minutes, Ryan told her it was all finished, she would start seeing changes within the week, and she should waste no time in acquiring new clothes. He took her out of the subdued exam room into the storefront, where he arranged the bill at the front desk and explained it to her. Given the waiting room was empty he could at least see her off. She left with a folder containing the bill, and some full-page prints of her current and projected image. Her anticipant smile seemed almost luminescent as she walked out the front door and up the sidewalk. Ryan sighed at the turn of slow business and walked to the bookshelf. It wasn’t that he had any shortage of customers; what he actually had so far was a collection of satisfied customers and absolutely no repeat business. His hand and eyes went to the top shelf, and he pulled down a book. “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,” he read aloud. Nietzsche. The Will to Power. He preferred Eudaimonia, as Aristotle spoke of in “Nichomachean Ethics”, but he’d not read the German’s work in a long time. He sat behind the desk and started the book. It didn’t take long for him to notice the woman sitting on a park bench across the street. She was watching the storefront and Ryan could sense her depression/fear from his desk. He had noticed her first when Gina was getting her bill, but had thought her only waiting for someone. Reading in piece, he began to feel her mood. Seeing as how he was reading about the Super-man, and not about Barry Manilow, he subtly enticed her to come inside instead of sitting outside in despair all day. It’s so hard to focus on even simple tasks when he could feel some emotional turmoil directed at him or his business. The woman entered. Ryan was quite taken aback by her; she looked like the last person who would come to his shop. Her body was toned, curvaceous, and her skin firm and supple. It carried the healthy sheen of a light tan, and her blonde hair carried a slight bounce as she walked. Most curious was the way her hair was done, almost looking like an 80’s style with her bangs hanging over the left half of her face. She looked to be in the prime of health in her early 20’s. Her clothes, though, were heavy and covering; she wore loose jeans, a baggy sweatshirt, and a baseball cap over the odd hairstyle. Yet she walked up to the front desk and asked in a shaky voice, “Can I please make an appointment?” Ryan put the book down and stood up. “Most of my business is walk-in. Unless you can’t be seen now, we can begin.” “OK,” she said, expectantly. Ryan noticed she didn’t look over any of the flyers or pricing rates, but instead waited for further instruction. “My name’s Ryan, and I pretty much run the whole show here. Do you have anything in particular you want done?” “I’m Audrey. And, yes… um” she stammered. “If you’ll follow me to the exam room,” he said, coming out from behind the desk. This one needed constant instruction and looked as though expecting to be yelled at or chastised. He had been seeing more of this than he liked; it almost seemed like a bad societal trend in the city. He led her in, had her lie on the recliner, and hooked up the electrode pads. Back behind the computer, he extracted her mental image and displayed it- the monitor showed a body that could have been a career model. It’s always the perceived imperfections that are most imperfect, he thought. “Now, there’s no real structure for this, as this is your first session. Most of my customers only need one session. What we need is simply what you want done.” Audrey answered immediately, but with eyes downcast. “I want a bigger cup size.” Ryan could immediately tell that if that was truth, it was heavily altered. “That’s it? If you don’t mind my saying, you look quite breathtaking as it is, including your bustline.” As Audrey turned to look at him, he saw a hint of her face under the veil of hair- it looked heavily bruised. “It’s too small. Lots of girls have bigger cups than me.” The math clicked together fast, but knowing wasn’t much good if they didn’t know you knew they knew you knew. “So he said if you didn’t get bigger, he’d find someone who was?” Audrey stared at him. “How did you know?!?” she gasped. Ryan tapped the left side of his face, and she slowly took the hat off and shook her hair back. The large imprint of the back of a hand splashed across her upper cheekbones, accompanying an already black eye and bruised ear. Aside from the bruising, her face was delicate and alluring; it was soft and feminine, composed of curves instead of hard angles, but still square-shaped. Her dark brown eyes began to tear as she looked at him. Ryan wheeled his stool around from behind the computer. “I’m sure you’ve heard everything before about how this isn’t good for you, there are other men, and nothing this guy-” “His name is Tom,” she said flatly. “-nothing this Tom does makes up for or gives him the right to do that to you, but I’m gonna go out on a limb here. Nobody’s ever really challenged him, right?” “No. He’s..” she suddenly stopped and looked guilty and afraid. Ryan put up his hands. “I don’t want to know what he does. I have a pretty good idea already. And I’ll bet the instant you show even a modicum of backbone, he backhands you.” Her silence was answer enough. “What if you could get away from him? For good?” She looked up, confused. “How?” “Well, instead of just making you custom fit for his personal fantasies, I can simply alter your appearance to make you look like a completely different person. Nobody familiar with your face will recognize you.” Audrey didn’t seem as pleased with this idea as he had expected. How long had this punk been berating her breasts? They were a pleasant C-cup as it was; that was already above average. “He’ll find a way. Nobody says no to him.” “You can, and you don’t ever have to speak it.” There was a moment Ryan thought might end with her choosing Ryan’s suggestion, but it was interrupted by the exam computer. Ryan looked at it briefly: it was another customer. Since Ryan had not yet found a suitable receptionist, it was only him, and people normally didn’t respond well to a “Be back soon!” plaque on an empty front desk. “Excuse me a moment, I have to arrange for the next customer’s appointment.” “I thought you didn’t make appointments,” Audrey suddenly said. It was the first spontaneously autonomous action she had taken yet, and Ryan was taken off guard. “Huh? Oh. Well, not usually, but I want to make sure you get everything you need. Even if I just have to ask them to wait.” “I know what I need,” she said softly. Ryan decided not to answer. As he walked into the waiting room, he was greeted with the sight of a 20-something guy, wearing an open leather jacket, white muscle shirt underneath, dress pants and combat boots underneath. Nothing in his outfit seemed to go with another, and none of it went with his slicked-back ponytail that went halfway down his back. He was wearing sunglasses and rifling through the book and magazine rack. Ryan took the initiative, since his entry wasn’t noticed. “Hello, welcome to-” And he was cut off. “Yeah, yeah, I’m not a customer.” “Then can I help you with something?” “Yeah, where the fuck’s the Hustlers?” Ryan winced at the idea of a porn magazine amidst his carefully selected collection of philosophy tomes and technical journals. He didn’t even include Time magazine, due to the political bias bred in the New York Times. “I’m afraid I don’t have any pornographic material in the rack.” The man stopped rifling, and threw the magazines he was holding back into the stand sideways. “Then how am I supposed to show you how Audrey’s tits are supposed to look?” Ryan sighed. Gender egos are such a wonderful thing, he mused. The most frequented target of a maladjusted ego was the opposite sex. Although, this Tom wasn’t much worse than Ryan had expected he’d be. He just really didn’t expect the meet the punk personally. “I have absolutely no idea. Unfortunately, Audrey has to show me how her…’tits’… are supposed to look.” “Oh, you a wise guy?” Tom stepped away from the rack towards Ryan. “You think this is funny? You just make her tits nice and big, and we won’t have no more problems,” he finished, leaning forward with his index finger on Ryan’s shoulder. Tom turned to walk out. Ryan dusted his shoulder, in an absent-minded attempt to ward off the man’s lingering stench. He dealt in either drugs or body odor, based on the olfactory calling card. “I wasn’t aware we had a problem,” he said while doing this. Tom turned around at the door. “You know I don’t like wise guys. They think they’re better than everyone else, always making their little jokes. Now the only reason I’m even letting you look at my Audrey is cause this is where she wanted to go to get her new tits, otherwise you’d be breathing out of six new holes in your chest.” At this Ryan became aware of the bulge in his jacket. A muscle shirt with a chest holster? Ryan thought. Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable? “Ah, and there she is now,” Tom said, announcing Audrey’s appearance at the side door. Ryan looked back at her. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard-” she began, but Tom interrupted immediately. “Hey, you don’t apologize to him. You apologize to me. And then I take an apology out of him. Didn’t I teach out that?” Audrey deflated and was silent. “You really shouldn’t put her down like that,” Ryan had had enough of this. “She doesn’t belong to you.” “Is that so? So what, she belongs to you now?” “She belongs to herself.” Tom pulled the gun. It was indeed a revolver, a .38 by Ryan’s guess. How predictable, he thought. Ryan wasn’t exactly worried. When he first discovered the ease with which he could manipulate the human body, his first subject was himself. Silly college experiments, schoolyard dares, and adolescent idol worship had inspired numerous changes, later tempered by reason, need, and practicality. His thin frame belied the ability within; steel-cord muscles, extremely dense bones and a skin layer reinforced with additional protein fibers were just some of his mutated attributes. He could contain internal bleeding and regenerate nearly any tissue in his body almost at a visible rate. Six shots from a .38, even in rapid succession, might incapacitate him briefly. Of course, if he’s a good shot, anything’s possible… “I say she belongs to me.” “She has her own voice.” Tom turned to Audrey. “Is that so? Well, then, who gave it to her? I know that when she came in here she knew her place. What do ya say, bitch? You talking for yourself now?” “I’m going to have to insist you leave now,” Tom looked back at Ryan in mock surprise. “Oh really? You go and do that. You insist. I will take it under advisement.” He finished, enunciating the syllables, as he pointed the gun at Tom. “No, Tom, don’t. I’ll come home. I’ll go somewhere else. Don’t kill him.” Audrey pleaded, taking a couple steps forward. Tom raised his eyebrows and nodded at Ryan. “You were right, Doc, she DOES have a voice. Guess I have to take it away now,” and with that, he shot Audrey. Ryan saw the intent blossom in the front of his thoughts as she spoke and anticipated the shot. He dove in front of Audrey, tensing his muscles to provide maximum resistance and took the shot in his left shoulder. The momentum spun him around and bore him to the ground at the feet of the line of chairs against the wall. “Well, I was gonna shoot you second, but whatever. Hope you live through that first shot, though, cause I wasn’t done with you.” “I’m not done with you either,” Ryan said, rising to his feet. Audrey had run up behind him and now backed away. Tom took a step back. “I’m impressed, Doc, and that don’t happen much. You got some cahonies on you.” He went to take another shot at Audrey. Ryan reached out telekinetically and pulled the firing pin backwards from the anvil as the hammer rose, wrenching it from the gun without Tom noticing. He stood there, pulling the trigger, listening to the hammer click ineffectually against the anvil, when Ryan stepped up and knocked him straight off his feet with a right uppercut. Tom shook his head and picked himself up. “For that, I’m gonna cut those cahonies right off,” he said as he pulled a butterfly knife from the other side of the jacket. He wielded it with the practice of a winning streetfighter, but Ryan’s personal form of martial arts was an inhumanly adaptable body coupled with telepathically-endowed anticipation of his opponent’s every move. Tom came at him from every angle for a good thirty seconds before pausing to taunt some more. “You’re just full of surprises, ain’t ya, Doc,” he smirked. “Tell ya what I’ll doOOOF-” he lost his wind as Ryan struck back. A few blows to the gut, a fluid sweep of the arms to disarm his knife, a short backhand to the face, then Ryan reached around his head and pulled the man’s leather jacket up over his head. A spin, a roundhouse kick to the torso, and a quick telekinetic snap to open the front glass doors as Tom flew backwards onto the sidewalk. His gorillas were on hand, helping him up and pulling his coat down. Keeping the doors open, Ryan picked up the blade, tossed it once, then whipped it directly at Tom’s crotch. Tom didn’t even see the motion before the blade was in the air, spinning like a circular saw. It struck with more force than Tom thought a thrown knife could carry, bearing him to the ground again. He picked up his head to look down at a dull ache in his gut; the knife had buried itself in his solid gold belt buckle. He raised his eyes to Ryan, who was smiling at him. As his goons helped him up again, he said loud enough for Ryan to hear, “We’re done here. Audrey isn’t coming back. We’re going home.” He did his best to recover his dignity, adjusting his jacket and pulling out the knife. Even if Ryan wasn’t empathic, there could be no mistaking the man’s state of mind with the look he gave Ryan before they left. Ryan walked up, closed the front doors, and hung the “Closed for Lunch” sign. He should clean up his shoulder and clothes before someone noticed he had full use of his arm. Unfortunately, someone already had. “You… He… How’d you do that?” Audrey asked, awestruck. “Hmm? Oh, yeah, the shoulder… Well, I knew the neighborhood I was moving into, and I made a few adjustments to my own body in accordance, should the need arise.” “But… nobody’s ever stood up to him before. He caught a guy stealing from him once…” Audrey broke off. Ryan could sense in her mind the memory of hearing the guy getting tortured from three rooms away. Ryan walked up to her. “Look, it’s nothing big. I’m not afraid of Tom, and I know he can’t hurt me.” “How do you know that?” she practically screamed. He put his good arm on her shoulder. “The same way I know he won’t hurt you. He’s a coward at heart. Now, let’s finish your session.” Audrey’s look was incredulous. “NOW?!? You’ve got a .38 slug in your shoulder!” Ryan waved it off, then carefully reached with his right hand into the wound and extracted the bullet. “See? I’m fine. It hit the bone, and it hardly even hurts anymore.” She was fixated on the bullet. “Holy shit… I’m never seen ANYONE do that.” Ryan shrugged. “And you took that for me.” Her thoughts were taking a dangerous turn. Ryan tried to derail that train. “Well, yeah, anyway, we should complete your session. Unless you’ve decided not to get anything done?” he added, hopefully. “Are you sure that shoulder’s OK?” she ran her hands over his arm and neck, tactfully avoiding the wound and caressing him at the same time. She was amazed at the hardness of his muscle tone. Ryan gently put his hands to her wrists to still them. “It’s OK, really. I’ve had worse. It looks a lot worse than it is. Are you sure you’re OK?” Audrey pressed closer, her shapely frame attempting to entwine around his. Ryan stepped out, but the only way he could go was against the front desk. Audrey put an arm on either side of him against the desk. “I’m fine. I know I am. I never have to go back to Tom again, thanks to you.” Before he could stop her, she kissed him. Ryan had been in this situation before, and it was the one facet of his power he couldn’t control. He had often tested the limits of his power once upon a time, and found telekinesis by far the most draining. But the use of his powers, even a large drain, hardly left him physically tired. Intimate contact was different. By a mere kiss, a woman would tap into that power, siphoning off small amounts that felt disproportionately huge. He put it down to the nerve endings involved and the direction of the energy’s flow. The flip side was, as his powers incorrectly seemed to wane, his partner would experience that force flowing up through every nerve in her body. A kiss was electric, full contact was all-consuming, and intercourse would begin to bestow the woman’s mind with his power. They could never control it... or themselves once they got it. What Audrey had meant as a peck on the lips turned into a French kiss. What became a French kiss became a groping embrace. While his hands rested on her upper arms, she easily pushed aside his resistance and under his shirt. After a full minute, she finally came up for breath. “Holy shit!” she breathed heavily. “Do you have any idea how good you taste?” “Not per se, but-” he was suddenly cut off as Audrey shoved her tongue down his throat again. Her entire body felt energized and aroused, and she had no idea how. The question of “why” was closely tied to the question of “who”, and she didn’t feel like questioning the answer. She hadn’t actually felt sexual arousal since she had moved into Tom’s place, and the level of excitement was far more than she ever thought possible. She felt strong, capable, and sexy, none of which Tom had ever “let” her feel. What little part of her conscious mind was still thinking about how good this felt soon reached the conclusion that she was damn horny, and she lost her last shred of restraint. Audrey grabbed Ryan under the arms, pulled him sideways down the front desk to the end, then pushed him backwards on the floor behind it. Ryan couldn’t catch himself on the way down but tried to get him as fast as he could. Audrey was on him instantly, straddling his waist and pinning his arms to the ground. “Hey, we have to finish our session,” she whispered into his ear. In spite of the mental fatigue brought on by his power’s odd quirk, he couldn’t help but feel aroused himself. Her voice was sultry sweet in his ear, and her scent was intoxicating. After biting his ear some, she drew herself up to kiss him again, and stopped when she saw his astonished expression. “What? What’s wrong?” “N-n-nothing… it’s your face..” Ryan stammered. He hadn’t seen the effects manifest this fast before. Audrey rose to her knees to take a compact from her jeans. Opening the mirror to look at her face, she broke out in a disbelieving smile. “It’s healed! The whole bruise, it’s all gone!” She closed the compact and looked down at him. Ryan smiled back; her face was indeed whole, and its natural beauty surpassed only by the happiness in the smile it wore. Audrey was only momentarily daunted, though, and a look of carnal desire returned. She leaned forward, her hands running up his chest, then grabbed and ripped open his shirt from the neck. Sliding her hands back up and down his chest first, she undid his belt and slowly opened his pants. She could feel him before she had the belt off, but didn’t start playing with him until she was past his briefs. Her eyes closed involuntarily as another wave of erotic lightning raced up her arm, grounding itself throughout her body. She was surprised to find he was already hard, and shocked to feel how big he was. Using both hands, she had to jerk his jeans and underwear down to even get it out! She straightened up, reached back and slipped off her shoes without breaking eye contact, then lay down to kiss him. While kissing, she lifted her waist and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them and her panties down over her generous rear end, already tight with anticipation. Finally, they were bear to each other, and she savored the feeling as his pole slid up between her legs as she lowered her hips. Grounding her center of gravity, she lifted her head and upper torso off his, hovering less than an inch above him. They locked eyes, and he could see the fire burning behind that gentle brown. “I’m going to fuck you into next week,” she said in a husky voice that melted his last resistance. He didn’t care if he was tired all next month at this point. She rose up onto her knees, then sat back on his legs and removed her jeans the rest of the way. Now without pants, she reclined on his legs, spreading hers wide and looking down at him over her stiffening nipples and moistened groin. He responded by lifting up his knees, sliding her up to his crotch and pushing her forward. The instant she landed on his massive erection, she got another jolt of thousand-volt pleasure straight up through her clit, almost climaxing from the sudden shock. As much as she loved to tease, she simply couldn’t hold it any longer, and grabbed his member tightly to guide it inside her. As half-crazed horny as she was, she couldn’t take it in all at once, as its sheer diameter exceeded her opening. In the first thrust, she wedged the head inside her, then suddenly snapped her head back in a pleasured cry as her frenzied sex exploded in orgasm. She felt like every nerve in her lips was soaking up pure, distilled pleasure, and the intensity just kept building. Her voluntary muscle control gone, she could do naught but kneel above him, still a good six inches between them at the crotch, and convulse in ecstasy. For a solid six seconds she was locked in this instant orgasm, and when it passed, every sensation of contact stayed behind. With new energy she forced herself down his rod, no longer feeling pain at all, the intense pleasure of him inside her filling her entire being. There she stopped for a moment, then she started thrusting up and down, and didn’t stop for quite some time. Ryan wasn’t siphoned of physical strength, but the drain of his mental reserves leaving him gave him a pleasant numbness all over, like an alcoholic buzz. The sex itself was a molten-hot nexus of erotic sensation, but the most overwhelming part was the emotions and sensations boiling over in Audrey’s mind. Her enjoyment was so extreme he couldn’t ignore it if he wanted to. In turn, his mind’s excitement released more energy into her, and the feedback loop simply built further and further. She didn’t notice when her changes begin. How she had always wanted to be just a little bit taller- her legs lengthened slightly. She had always wanted slightly wider hips than she had- as they spread her legs apart, she could take up more of Ryan into her, and he hit her abnormally recessed G-spot. At that, she felt another orgasm looming on the horizon, orders of magnitude larger than every one previous, and started bouncing so violently that even inside the sweatshirt Ryan could now see her breasts bouncing up and down to her motions. Her movements fueled by the fire pouring into her with every thrust, she pounded with the speed and stamina of a racehorse, her every exhale now an excited cry. Ryan’s initial judgment call was right about her: she was pretty, and knew it. The changes she wanted were trivial things, and her mind fulfilled them easily with the carnal energy that poured in. Now she was bucking with a speed and fury she had never known she possessed, and the fresh cascade built up rapidly. It needed an outlet, and in the back of her mind, it found one. Ryan had closed his eyes after the first twenty minutes, to concentrate on controlling the feedback loop. He could feel the power welling up within her, and knew it could be dangerous. During the next twenty minutes he managed to steer it towards some of her perceived imperfections, like how she thought her legs were too short and her hips too narrow. He didn’t count on her expanding hips having such a profound effect, and when her mind exploded with a fresh flood of sexual hunger and energy, he was floored. He opened his eyes to watch her furiously working form, and couldn’t refocus himself no matter how hard he tried. He saw it begin, but his attempt at speech was cut short by his heavy breathing. He was helpless. And there it was. Lost in a paradise existence, where only her ecstasy existed, Audrey pounded into Ryan’s groin without pause or diminishment, and her breasts bounced violently in the sweatshirt. Then more violently. The sweatshirt was filling out, within it Audrey’s tits expanding uncontrolled in accordance with the one thought she had coming in. The bra was strained far before the shirt. Digging into her back and sides, its creaks and sounds of strain were lost amidst Audrey’s loud moans and cries, and she didn’t even acknowledge the concerted slapping they made against her torso. She was barely aware of the nipples, growing more erect, more sensitive, being subjected to great pressure. This only excited her more, although given her current state it was like adding a cup of water to a river. As she bucked and thrust in wild abandon, though, the floods of pleasure rode throughout her body more and more, and the sensation pooled in her erogenous zones. That, added to her mind funneling the excess energy into her tits, gave her a fresh thrill she couldn’t identify. Not as if she cared at that point; she could focus only on one more massive, apocalyptic orgasm. Ryan watched her sweatshirt grow and grow, until finally it seemed to stop, and he thought he heard something over her screams. Slowly, he reached up with his hands until the massive bosom was just brushing his palms. They were tight, firm, and beginning to shake less and less, even though he pace had increased, if anything. Excited by his touch, they tried growing even more, as they had continued to do, breast flesh piling out over the top of the bra. Seams strained, creaked, and suddenly her bra gave way to her still-growing mammaries, snapping with an audible crack. Audrey didn’t notice the sound, only the intense new sensation of pleasure from her chest, and a freeness she found even more arousing. Confined within the bra, her boobs could only fill out the shirt so far. Now, suddenly, the whole shirt seemed to be filled, and it was only getting worse. Audrey’s breasts stretched the dense material in their massive expansion, and now they were slapping against Ryan as he lay underneath her. They had a fair amount of bounce in them at first, oozing out from the shirt where they could, but now they were tightening up, as though the skin had stretched as far as it would go. Audrey only climbed higher and higher as her huge breasts filled with more and more fluid, the inside pressure collecting their entire bulk underneath the already-stretched sweatshirt. Her face was flushed, sweat glistened on her skin, and she didn’t even know if here eyes were open anymore. Her entire world consisted of a mountain of ecstasy and she was approaching the peak. Ryan tried to free her breasts, but the massive pressure building inside them was more than he could lift. There wasn’t a crevice of empty space within the shirt; the boob-flesh was packed solid. The shirt began to strain and groan, and Audrey appeared to scream louder in response. Ryan tried tearing the shirt vertically, but the material was stretched too tight against the turgid tits to grab. Finally, in desperation, Ryan attempted the futile gesture of holding them back, placing a hand on each boob and pushing. His hands landed on her compressed nipples, sending a fresh bolt of lightning through her tits right as she thrust down on him, and the synergy of ecstatic pleasure went nova within her. She screamed louder and longer, the rush of power pouring into her G-spot, up her spine, through her mind and into her tits. They now ballooned outward even under the strain of the shirt, which finally gave way with a distinct tearing sound. Freed at last from all confines, her bosom spilled out from her body and nearly enveloped Ryan’s whole upper torso, pinning his arms against the floor. She almost collapsed backwards from her explosion, pulled forward only by the inertia of her giant tits lying on the ground. She was quiet, trance-like, for five minutes before waking up and taking in the aftermath. His ready reserves drained, she absorbed no more of his power. “Ryan?” she asked, wiggling playfully. “You under there?” Ryan held up a hand with some difficulty, giving her a “thumbs-up”. He was still trying to catch his breath and it wasn’t very easy. “That was, I think just what the doctor ordered. By the way, I know what I want you to do to me now.” Ryan was incredulous. Now?!? She had just figured something out now?!? Audrey gathered her massive breasts up to her. They were firm, creamy white, and about the size of your standard college mini-fridge. She reached around to her distended nipples and started playing with them. “Oooo, they still have pins and needles…” she cooed. “You know what you want now?” Ryan asked, catching his breath. “Yes. I want you to make this swelling go down in a week, because that’s when I’m coming over here next to do it all again!”