Essence 3(a): Resistance

	(a) This is an alternate storyline. As you are well aware, the 
existence of alternate realities is very probable... :)


	"I am Nikola Lenin, inventor. Of course that is not my real name; but 
I do not remember what my name was in the first place, so it will do. 
Nikola is from Nikola Tesla, he who I consider my spiritual guide, and we 
all know who Lenin was. But anyways. What I have to write down in this 
note is that today, I have potentially solved the biggest problem of 
humanity -- free energy. And should some power kill me in the name of 
the economic system, this is my official will -- that my Resonance 
Expander be declared public domain, so that nobody ever could patent it. 
The plans are included here."
	The twenty-odd years old tramp finished writing and put the 
message in the correct place. Now all he had to do was to show his 
discovery to someone. The newspapers were out of the game: they never 
took him seriously, and the only one that did once was bought by some 
obscure lobby and closed two days ago. 
	After he had barely survived the explosion, Nikola had become 
paranoid about his experiments, believing it to be an act of sabotage. After 
all, who would have gained and who would have lost if his works saw 
public light? Nevertheless, this one was too big. Maybe big enough to 
ensure his survival, and get him enough money to cure his impotence. But 
who to contact to spread the good news? 
	Of the few close friends he had, he thought immediately about Paul, 
the journalist. Sure, he wasn't exactly working for the Times, but he knew 
what Nikola's gift could get from a screwdriver and a pile of scrap parts. 
	Three days earlier, Paul Trenton had decided he'd had enough of his 
job at 'Fleshtone'.  That racy little magazine had dried up his chances of  
ever being a serious journalist.  Who would take a reporter for a porno  
magazine seriously?  But when he got wind of unusual things happening at  
a retreat owed by an Adult Video production firm, known as 'SeXXX  
Bizarre', he thought finally he had a chance to do a serious piece of  
investigative writing.  So he pulled a few favours and got an invite to a  
weekend at the Ducaine Mansion in the country. 
	Nikola knew of that, and thought that Paul must have been come 
back home by now. Bicycling from the junkyard where he lived to Paul's 
house, he found nobody: it was obvious that Paul had never come back, as 
evidenced by the newspapers and milk bottles left at the front door. "I 
don't want to mess up with the scoop of his life, but on the other hand, I 
could still give it to him."
	It was evening when a very tired Nikola reached the mansion: he 
sure did not expect so much security. A lightly clad brunette sporting a 
showy but realistic black belt told him gracelessly that no one could enter 
the facility unless invited, then went away from the guard post disgusted 
by Nikola's body odors. The inventor, whose attempt to remain clean 
without ever taking a bath or a shower had not been totally successful yet, 
turned his bike and pretended to head home, deciding to sleep on the 
other side of the hill instead.
	In the morning, he presented himself at the main gate again. The 
brunette's place had been taken by a busty blonde whose bare nipples 
were protruding at least 56.4 millimeters from her breasts as far as Nikola 
could tell. 
	"It is imperative that I meet Mr. Paul Trenton now." 
	The woman smiled coldly and reached an intercom terminal, from 
which she returned shaking her head. 
	"I apologize, mister, but there is no such person here." The sight of a 
totally nude, visibly aroused couple passing by hand-in-hand left Nikola 
totally unimpressed as he took a small box from his backpack and planted 
the two small poles coming out of it firmly into the ground. The guard, if 
we want to call her so, was puzzled, and leaned forward to look at the 
device more closely. 
	"As you can see from this groundwave radio receiver's 
galvanometers, Miss, a car belonging to Mr. Trenton is currently on the 
ground, approximately 452 meters in that direction...." Nikola pointed 
exactly towards the guard's left nipple, without touching it even if it was 
protruding, through the fence.
	"...probably on a stony surface... or on grass that needs to be watered. 
Now I know Mr. Trenton rather well, and he would never leave his car and 
wallet inside a guarded perimeter, with him being outside it, willingly."  
The woman looked quite angry now, and dashed to the intercom pole 
again, coming back after a dozen seconds.  
	"Follow me. Mr. Trenton is busy with Lor... ehm, with this place's 
owner, so you might have to wait a day or two. Come right through." Any 
trace of hostility in her voice was gone; he did not bother to recover the 
bike, which had nothing special on it, and followed the woman. 
	After a line of tall bushes that acted as a second perimeter fence, the 
barren plains gave way to what could just as well have been a public 
garden. What caught Nikola's attention, however, was the nature of the 
bystanders: all were lightly clothed if not altogether naked, and while 
some looked like they had undergone extensive plastic surgery, one or two 
must have been the product of something far more advanced. 
	Nikola stopped in awe at the sight of a young-looking woman who 
was sitting in the grass, gently sucking her own nipples... only, both 
belonged to the same enormous breast. Her other breast, of equally titanic 
proportions, was carelessly spread upon the green floor before her. It took 
a full minute for him just to figure out how to reach a similar result. After 
two or three of these episodes, the guard had to tell him to hurry up. 
	"Don't get too excited yet, mister." 
	"I assure you, lady, that my interest is purely technical." 
	"Yeah, right." 
	In what could have been approximately fifteen minutes and fifty-
two seconds,  Nikola was guided to the large, three-storied Victorian styled 
mansion. His was Room 101, something he considered of somewhat bad 
omen; nevertheless, it looked just like a very clean hotel room of the kind 
he only saw when a hotel keeper needed repairs to be done. "You will wait 
here till Lady U calls you; your friend Paul will be there, too. Don't go 
around too much or you'll get lost. Goodbye!" his guide said, departing. 
	Nikola was disappointed to find that her friendliness was all but real, 
since his room's door was locked from the outside. To open it took no effort 
at all, and he simply did not care about the camera aimed right at his back. 
The corridor was well lit and surprisingly clean; a label on the main door 
read GUESTS, and Nikola thought that Paul might very well be in this wing 
of the building, so he just opened doors at random. They were all empty, 
save for the last one where he could hear a feminine voice singing under a 
shower. 
	Nikola froze and listened; he remembered the song to be from a 
movie called Titanic, and the woman's voice was truly harmonious. When 
the water stopped he gently knocked on the door, and was greeted shortly 
thereafter by a girl in her late teens. She was surprisingly petite, from her 
finely textured black hair to her small, delicate toes; the only exception to 
this were her big deep blue eyes, a trait that conferred upon her an aspect 
that may not have been described as pretty, but somewhat intriguing. 
Nikola could not but think about Tinkerbell, though he couldn't remember 
when he had read that book -- just like almost everything he knew. All 
that was missing was a pair of butterfly wings. She was wrapped in a 
towel and looking at Nikola in some sort of anticipation. 
	"Well, hi!" 
	"Oh... I apologize, miss. Good morning." 
	"Did Damien send you, or do you work here?" 
	"The second you said, in fact." he bluffed.
	Two minutes later they were sitting on her bed, next to one another, 
talking. Before revealing his bluff Nikola got to know that Lily, that was 
her name, had been brought to the retreat by her owner, Senator Damien 
McMillan, whose daughter Trillian he recalled he had met once. 
	"That is impossible, he does not have a daughter!" Lily answered. She 
had been sold to the senator by a group of South American police officers 
who had abused her mother and gotten her pregnant, and from the age of 
six Lily had been used by the senator and his friends as a sex slave. During 
the last year, the conservative politician had lost interest in her and even 
forgot to feed her for weeks on end, until two days before, when he heard 
of the retreat and finally had his men bring Lily in for some unspecified 
treatment in exchange for some just as unspecified favors to the retreat's 
owner. 
	"Damien always called him with a letter, M or U, everytime he 
phoned him... or her" she concluded.  "What about you?" 
	Nikola then had to drop his bluff, which surely would not have 
endured for long with anyone else, and say what little he had to say: he 
lived in a junkyard, built or repaired things for food, couldn't even see 
money without feeling the urge to destroy it, did not remember anything 
beyond the two past years, and was looking for a friend. 
	"Lily, why don't you come with me? If you don't like Damien, when I 
am through with this we'll be off." 
	"I don't know... he's better than the other ones... well, most of the 
times... and I don't know what is out there. He told me that all will change 
for the better when they rework me." 
	Nikola understood that the girl had been ideoprogrammed by long 
years of seclusion and coercion to obey her master blindly, and decided to 
test a theory to see how deep her programming was. He kindly asked her 
to get rid of her towel, and she did so without even thinking about it, 
revealing a very flat chest and genitals about whose abuse one could see 
immediately. He apologized and gave her his trusted leather jacket, which 
she politely refused since it stank worse than a skunk.
	"What are you doing in here, mister?" the somewhat muffled voice 
came from the open door. A muscular, viking-looking man sporting a 24.92 
cm erection as far as Nikola could tell was at the door, waiting. 
	"You know, that would be a question I could ask about the whole 
estabiishment of which you obviously are a cog."  
	"Guests are supposed to stay in their rooms until dinner time on their 
first day, didn't you know?" 
	"No." 
	After Nikola was taken to his room with somewhat less-than-
civilized manners, he could hear the viking reassuring Lily that everything 
was OK. Obviously they did not like him nosing around, and the very 
presence of Lily was enough proof that they did have something to hide. 
Paul was probably dead, or (if they knew a way to change the mind as well 
as the body) turned into a sex toy for, Nikola reasoned, some rich 
customer. It really looked like whoever ran the retreat was on his way 
towards a sea of money and possibly a lot of power.
	Nikola spent what could have been a full hour neutralizing the 
camera and inspecting his surroundings. His room was windowless, but 
there was a large cable-feed television set and an intercom terminal. The 
bed was queen size, and where one could have expected a Gideon's Bible or 
perhaps a Quran there was a plethora of porn magazines, including some of 
the retreat's internal production. 
	He took a careful look at the latter, stopping only when he heard 
Lily's door being knocked on; the room's clock said nineteen-oh-oh hours. 
It was very likely that he would not have gotten any dinner; in fact, it 
would have been better to face a shotgun-toting killer than this 
nothingness. The intercom was, as he found out, of no use; within the next 
two hours, he combined the cable TV with the debris in his backpack to get 
some protection equipment. 
	Some time later the door opened, and someone brought him 
something to eat. It looked normal. On the other hand, the person who 
brought him the food didn't. She -- Nikola assumed it was a she -- was 
somewhat petite in shape, the exception being her back muscles, which 
had been strengthened to support  three pairs of full, round breasts. If 
there was more, he could not tell, since she had a bikini bottom (and three 
tops) on her. Such a sight would have excited even Nikola. 
	"Hello" she said with a smile, almost purring. "I thought it was not 
nice of us to leave you with nothing to eat. Let me in before they see me." 
Nikola promptly complied, carefully examining her body as she passed 
beside him on her way to the bed. It was obvious that she noticed, and did 
not mind at all; this was enough to make Nikola suspicious. 
	"So who'd you be, lady?" 
	"It's better if we don't know each other's name" she replied as they 
ate from a dishful of maize pudding she brought. "I wanted to reassure you 
about some things. The K... the owners of this place are having some 
internal arguments about what to do with some of the... requests we get." 
	"You must be referring to Lily." 
	"Yes." Almost imperceptibly as they spoke, she moved closer to 
Nikola until they were thigh to thigh. She told him that although the 
organization she worked for did "rework" some people in Lily's situation, 
two of the three owners did not want to do that any longer; her position 
was for now stalled, but she believed that in the end they would set her 
free and tell McMillan she died during the surgery. 
	"So how, if I may, are these" he looked at her extra breasts, not even 
trying to keep his technical viewpoint "things accomplished?" 
	"The... owners have developed a new rejection inhibitor we call the 
Essence. That stuff enables us to have a body accept modifications it would 
normally reject... as far as I know, this might even cure gangrene when it 
is fully developed. Since then, well they needed funds for their research."
	In other circumstances Nikola would have recognized the lie 
immediately from the woman's slight reluctance to look at him directly, 
but as she put her hand on his crotch, he completely forgot everything he 
knew but her sweet elfin face, bewitching voice, and majestic frame. She 
did not argue when he removed her hand from his pants' zip and held it 
for a long moment. Three seconds later, they were kissing passionately. He 
was already out of breath and close to orgasm when they dislodged from 
their embrace, and fell half-asleep on the bed; she laid down next to him 
and smiled warmly, supporting herself with three of her natural cushions. 
	"Nikola Lenin... why did you come here? What were you looking for?" 
At first he heard the question only as a sweet melody. It was not her body, 
at best some square's wet dream; it was not her face, beautiful as it could 
have been; it was her kindness. She smelled so much of innocence, even if 
he knew perfectly that he was facing a sex machine. 
	"I love you" he was just about to say, but answered instead. "A 
friend... a friend, to tell him a secret." 
	"That is so nice of you to come to m... his rescue... did you think he 
was at danger here?" 
	"To be truthful, aye, lady." 
	"I explained it to you, Nikola. When the situation stabilizes, 
everything will be all right. We will have the compound's final version 
ready within the year, and Lily and those like her will be set free by then." 
	"This 'Essence', you mean... will your bosses sell it?" 
	"No. The Essence must not be denied. We will give it for free." 
	She began caressing his hair as he turned towards her, his eyes 
drawn to her bosom like heavy particles to a black hole. 
	"Then I can tell you this secret?" 
	"You can trust me, Nikola." Still staring at her lightly clad form, 
Nikola began to explain the workings of his device, recovering his usual 
mood as he did so. The woman instantly became more attentive, and put 
herself together; in doing so, one of her bras fell from her upper breasts. 
An intoxicating scent was coming from the erect nipples, and Nikola felt a 
strange compulsion to suck on those like he was a newborn baby. His 
explanation died into a meaningless mumbling as the woman let Nikola 
fulfill his wish; it was not milk that was flowing out of her, but true-to-
bees honey! After having just a taste of that nectar, he stopped and hugged 
her tightly; she did not expect this, but replied in kind. 
	"I don't even know your name" the whisper in her ear went "but I 
love you, angel. I don't care about anything else."
	They kissed again, and this time the inventor fell asleep immediately 
after that. Pleasure couldn't resist checking Nikola's crotch; to her surprise, 
down there he was bald and small as a six year old. She looked at the 
strange devices on the floor... just like everything her old friend made, 
they were completely incomprehensible. Later that night she reported to 
the three Keepers. 
	"We have heard, though we could not see; show us" Lady Lustatia 
ordered, and Pleasure complied, and remembered everything for them. 
"Perfect work, Pleasure. You may go now." She left the Keepers alone in 
their deliberations.
	The inventor knew he slept around the clock; it always happened so, 
after a great shock. He put himself together, took a shower without even 
feeling ashamed for the waste of water, and found that although the 
camera had been fixed no part of his equipment had been touched. Her as-
yet unnamed face, merged with that of Lily, remained in front of his eyes 
for way too much time. As he idly finished those two or three junky-
looking things on the ground, he realized he didn't really need them 
anymore since all was going to end the right and proper way; he could just 
as well have given his plans to the facility's owner, given that his love 
would have been able to tell him which one was the "good" one. The 
remembrance of her was so strong he could not think properly, so he 
stored it away with regret. There was something strange in the air, the 
feeling one gets when there is a strong magnetic field around. He walked 
out of the room and looked out of the window at the end of the aisle.
	The sky was grey, like steel. Uniform grey. And he noticed a bird 
flying hopelessly around in distress, like its built-in compass had been 
jammed by something. To calculate the cloaking field's range, given the 
seeing distance and the horizon distortion, was a matter of seconds for him. 
When he realized that She had at least partially lied to him, he cried for 
the first time in his life. The emotional outburst was only a handful of 
seconds in length, however. First, find out what was REALLY happening; 
second, get Paul, himself and Lily out of there. Third, if possible, find that 
McMillan and donate his teeth to science. Maybe even a kidney or two.
	Meanwhile, Lily had been brought by what she figured to be a nurse 
of some kind to what she thought was an operating room. That person -- 
Erectus, as his name was -- had treated her very kindly the past day, 
despite his constant state of excitement. He said it was a result of the 
Essence working on him, that it changed not only how you look but also 
how you see and feel things. When they had dinner the day before, on a 
terrace next to the pool, she felt a little embarrassed by the other patrons; 
with a reassuring tone he explained to her that she would not have to 
leave the community, but live and work here; in the unlikely possibility 
she did not want to, she would have given some money and set free. 
	"But Damien..." 
	"Forget about Damien. We'll have someone who actually wants to 
stay with someone like that, who will replace you." 
	Lily found him so sweet and really preferred him to any of the men 
who she had known in her life. However, he seemed to like breasts, and 
hers were no match for even the more ordinary women who lived there. 
After dinner and a little swim, they went upstairs and made love. For the 
first time, Lily actually got to enjoy it; Ed -- for some reason she called him 
Ed after a couple of minutes -- cared about her, and this was something 
totally new. She went to sleep only deep into the night, after three 
beautiful moments. 
	The staff did not wake her up, but she was used to getting up early; 
her morning was spent in the exploration of the facility. Unlike the other 
guests at the retreat, she had no problems with everybody's carefree (and 
clothes-free) attitude; the only time in which the comradely friendliness 
gave way to an amused silence was when she asked about who ran the 
whole place. It was not like they were hiding something; it was more like it 
was some kind of initiation joke. As she half-expected, Ed provided the 
answer. 
	"They are those who minister the Essence; very soon you will meet 
them, and they will change your life... believe me, for the better." 
	"I just want to thank you, Ed. It feels like you saved me." Ed was 
somewhat entranced by this girl. Sure, she had nothing to offer compared 
to his peers; yet there was something in her that he could not define -- nor 
defile. The only moment they separated was when Ed was called into the 
main hall along with all the residents, as something very special happened. 
He promised to be back soon, and that indeed happened. When the sky 
turned grey, she almost did not care.
	Nikola rushed back to his room and packed his stuff, arming his 
weapon. He couldn't use it against moving targets, but with a speed of 0.8c 
he could safely avoid having to compensate for movement. Even as he 
frantically calculated the field's originating point, the face of whoever that 
woman was still showed on a screen in his mind; that, and her breasts. 
Irrational as it was, he could not forget those multiple mammaries. 
	There it was. The cloaking device was, as he expected, in the top 
floor. Too late he remembered about the camera, which was staring 
directly at him; as he turned to disconnect it, his door opened. Two rather 
big and muscular women, naked except for sunglasses, rushed in. Although 
they looked like twins, Nikola could not be sure of that anymore. 
	"Greetings. The Women in Black, I expect." 
	"Would you please follow us, mister?" Nikola decided that his interest 
in breasts had developed from whatever liquid he drunk from that 
woman's breast; the fact is, he could not stop staring at the two pairs of 
DD's on his left and right. For some reason the two women did not bother 
to have him leave his backpack in the room; trapped, the inventor just 
went with the flow. 
	The hall where they brought him was the strangest sight he had ever 
seen. It felt like a courthouse, yet the jury might as well have come out of 
a B sci-fi movie. People with multiple organs, bizarre hybrids, enough to 
excite even a saint hermit, sat on two counterposing rows of seats. On a 
single armchair in the middle of the room was none other than Lily,  with 
the man who had interrupted them beside her; they were holding each 
other's hands.  Nikola felt envy, something new for him. He wanted, in a 
confused manner, to be able to love... at least to be able to talk with the 
only truly innocent person he ever met. 
	Only then he noticed the three judges, or at least so they seemed. A 
man in his early thirties on the left, a somewhat younger woman on the 
right, and a specimen very similar to whoever awoke all those strange 
feelings in him; he could however tell that it was not the same person, 
since she -- it? -- was idly tit-fucking a male member attached where the 
clitoris is usually to be found. The woman and the man were equally well-
equipped in their fields, and they seemed to be equally matched. The two 
guardwomen knelt before the three enthroned figures and released him. 
	"Welcome, Nikola." the hermaphrodite said. 
	"We were just about to finally free Lily from her bondage. Why have 
you come here to damage us?" He felt terribly ashamed of himself. Perhaps 
what the... whatever she was, told him the truth. He did not know what to 
say. 
	"I was... I was just looking for a friend, lady... ehm, mister..." 
	"You may call me Lustatia." 
	"Was it you the other day?" 
	"No, Nikola. Pleasure, come forth." 
	This time it was her; only, it was not a her. She was a hermaphrodite 
too, perhaps Lustatia's offspring, Nikola thought. 
	"Hi, Nikola. I didn't mean any harm. We indeed are here to set people 
free." Pleasure said. That was Paul's favorite quote. 
	"Paul?" 
	"Yes, this was previously known as Paul Trenton, young man," the 
enthroned man said. "Now he is a loyal follower of the Essence, rebuilt and 
freed from inhibitions and restraints." 
	"Then you also know why I am here, mister." 
	"We do. We recognize your talent, and this is why we tolerated your 
intrusion. That engine you devised will help our cause greatly." 
	Nikola felt extremely lucky he did not finish his explanation to 
Paul/Pleasure that night. "And may I know what your cause is?" 
	"The Essence is our cause" the woman interrupted "and it must not 
be denied. Through its power, we will give happiness to all of humanity. 
Tell me, young man, did you really think that they would have let you 
spread your contraptions?" 
	Nikola had pulled together enough of his former impassivity to avoid 
being distracted by all that inviting flesh. Perhaps she was right... he had 
problems calculating the probabilities. 
	"Tell me more about your plan, please." 
	"You will understand very soon, young man. Behold the power of the 
Essence!" 
	"BEHOLD THE POWER OF THE ESSENCE!" the whole room chanted as 
one. Then, the man rose from his seat and had Lily's companion move 
aside with a gesture. Nobody complained as Nikola went near. All of a 
sudden, the man's genitals began to expand till his member was a good 
0.965 meters long and his balls reached at least 52/98 of the distance to 
the floor. The slit at the top was almost as big as Lily's larger-than-usual 
mouth, and she looked startled as a strong scent began to emanate from 
the giant penis. 
	Lily assumed a blank expression and stood up, then kissed the slit; 
half a second later, some kind of thick gelatinous goo began to spray from 
the organ, making Lily's fragile frame fall on the ground. The sight was 
downright paralyzing. The flow continued until Lily was completely 
covered by the stuff, the result looking like a chrysalis of some sort. For a 
few long moments the man's face became a mask of bliss, as the shell 
hardened. 
	"This is what you do to people?" 
	"Yes, Nikola. This is how she is becoming one with the Essence, and 
soon she will emerge in her new form." 
	"How does that work?" This time, there was no answer. "Are you 
going to do that to me, too?" 
	"Yes, young man; we are," the hermaphrodite replied. Only then 
Nikola noticed the large bulges on the chrysalis, which began to crack as 
whatever was inside broke free. The hermaphrodite signaled Nikola to 
come near the seats, and so he did. 
	The new Lily emerged.  She retained almost all of the features of the 
old Lily, however she now sported two nipples per breast, and it looked 
like she had mammary glands on her back too. Otherwise, she was just as 
flat and petite. Nikola sat on a step near the three big seats, and watched 
as Lily knelt before the man. 
	"Lord Mega-Cock, I await your command." 
	"Grow for me, little one, and let me feel you." 
	As the man said so, Lily began to breathe heavily. With every breath 
her front breasts enlarged a little; now they were big enough to justify a 
bra, now they were a good B cup. When they reached C, it was obvious that 
they defied gravity somewhat. She grew and grew, having her left tit 
assume an oval shape and her right one remain round and symmetric. 
'Lord Mega-Cock' supported her left breast with one hand and guided it to 
his mouth, where he began to suck on her nipples; in the meantime, his 
organ had split in two. One half of it began to probe Lily's vagina, while the 
other ascended with snake-like motion towards her cleavage. 
	The man smiled, and thrust forward, pressing one of his members 
against her chest and the other deep into her hole. As he did so, the left 
breast got in the way; he squeezed both nipples with his teeth, and air 
began to flow from them until Lily had but one noticeable breast. Amused, 
the man inflated the one he had just deflated until he was facing a well-
proportioned chest again. 
	The titfuck-penetration combo went on for a good minute, until it 
was obvious that the man was having an orgasm; as he did so, cum began 
to flow out of Lily's back breasts. In her ecstasy, she was able to scoop a 
handful and taste it before passing out, juices of various natures coming 
out of her vagina. The man promptly disengaged and laid Lily on the floor, 
from which she rose a moment later. 
	"Lily, from now on you shall be called Luna." 
	"Yes, my Keeper. What is your command?" 
	"Join Erectus, so that he may sample you." 
	Lily's companion must have borne that name, since when Mega-Cock 
spoke it, he moved forward. There were no preliminaries, and Lily was 
obviously strong enough to take good care of him. As they began to make 
love, Nikola noticed that most of the audience was engaging in petting or 
masturbating after an "OK" signal by the woman leader. The scents and 
sounds and sights would have made anyone terribly horny, and even 
Nikola felt an irresistible urge to do something as yet unknown to him. He 
did not even notice that the three leaders were now sitting beside him 
until the woman spoke. 
	"I am Lady Ultra-Slut, young man. You have seen; you have 
witnessed; you have been given a choice. Now it is up to you." 
	"What will happen to her now?" 
	"They will, as it is said, live happily ever after." 
	"Wait a minute... you three want to do this to the whole planet?" 
	"This is the destiny of the Essence." 
	Nikola had enough information to extrapolate a scenario. He saw the 
whole species become loyal subjects to the Essence and its Keepers; he saw 
a golden period of worldwide acceptance and bliss. He saw civilization 
slowly getting rid of all that is essentially useless, such as governments 
and money. Then he saw the planet's resources slowly coming to an end... 
	"... and that is where your inventions could come in. The Golden Age, 
forever and ever." Lustatia said. Nikola didn't even notice he was thinking 
aloud. Yes, that could work. 
	"Soon the Essence will be spread all across the galaxy." Ultra-Slut 
added. This, and the cloaking field's unknown origin, told Nikola that the 
Essence was being hauled around with space vehicles. Galaxy? It could 
have conquered the whole universe! And he was going to play an active 
part in this. He was just about to accept, when he realized something was 
missing. 
	"Isn't this brainwashing?" 
	"No... I was sincere when I told you that the Essence brings freedom" 
Pleasure answered, coming from behind at Lustatia's command. "I just got 
improved. We talked many times about identity, Nikola, and remember 
what you said? It didn't really matter, since we change every moment. 
This is just more observable."
	"We know your problem, Nikola" Ultra-Slut concluded, pointing at 
Nikola's crotch "and of course we can solve it. You have had a small taste of 
how sexuality can enrich a life. What about the full extent of it?" 
	"Ok, I'm with you people. What's the catch?" 
	"You will be reformed and sent back home, Nikola" Mega-Cock 
answered "for we need you to be able to work. We will be in constant 
contact, and we will provide you the resources you need via our agents; at 
the time of the Gathering you will come back here. Meanwhile, we will 
begin to produce your Resonance Expander units." 
	As Mega-Cock spoke, Nikola was looking towards Lily, now sleeping 
like a child on the floor, back to her former shape; the man called Erectus 
was next to her, idly caressing her hair. He was sure he had seen her 
somewhere in the past... her big closed eyes resembled him of something. 
	"Agreed." 
	"Good. Now, Nikola, go to the middle of the hall so that all can see you 
joining our cause," Ultra-Slut commanded. 
	Nikola did so and stood at attention, wondering what it was going to 
feel like. As Mega-Cock and Lustatia sat back on their thrones, Ultra-Slut's 
breasts began to enlarge to aerostatic proportions. Nikola quickly scanned 
her areolae and noticed that the ring of nipples that was forming was just 
as functional as the giant ones she already had. Those globes of warm flesh  
must have been at least three feet across; their sweet scent was so 
enthralling that Nikola could not measure them properly. Like twin 
showers, they began to spout Essence on Nikola, beginning to cover him. 
When the first drop touched his head, he passed out and fell on the goo-
covered floor.
	Flashes began to appear before him. He saw himself reworked as the 
handsome, well-hung specimen he never was; in fact, he saw himself 
assuming a variety of shapes. The one he liked best was that of him having 
a retractile penis just under his toungue, to surprise the many lovers he 
was beginning to contemplate. And then, he caught a glimpse of a deep 
union with his fellows, and strong desire and reverence towards the 
Keepers. For a moment his whole personality was changed. 
	Then, a force. Resistance. A part of him was opposing the change, the 
part of him which bore as its standard the immortal words of Tesla:        
'LET THE FUTURE TELL THE TRUTH AND JUDGE EVERYONE ACCORDING        
TO THEIR WORKS AND ACCOMPLISHMENTS; THE PRESENT IS THEIRS;        
THE FUTURE, FOR WHICH I REALLY WORKED, IS MINE.' In the Essence 
future, there was going to be neither past nor future; no progress. The 
internal conflict raged with infernal heat.
	"There is something strange happening," Ultra-Slut thought as the 
chrysalis began to form. The other two Keepers touched the throbbing 
surface, and felt it as well.
	Nikola's mind was in total turmoil. On one side, dozens of reformed 
people, from Mega-Cock to Lily - it was like he was being networked with 
them. On the other, whatever drove him to knowledge. For a moment they 
reached a truce, and this enabled what little of his mind Nikola could still 
claim to focus on the dark-haired girl. There it was; there it was, the 
missing link.
	There was no love in this future. No true love, only desire; none of 
that unexplainable, undefinable feeling of pure oneness. As his 
consciousness, pushed hard by that of the three Keepers' to surrender, 
managed to touch Lily, another flash came before his mind.
	It was somewhere along the Mexican border. He and Lily were 
playing in the desert, lost in the land of make-believe. Being ten, perhaps 
he was a little too big for that kind of thing, or so his stern parents 
claimed. Yet he always managed to sneak out of the house. That day, they 
were Peter and Wendy flying to Neverneverland... for a good hour they ran 
around with arms spread, barely in sight of Lily's home. 
	Then the dark dressed men came in a big car. At first his interest 
shifted towards its big, powerful engine; then he saw the two big men take 
away Lily and stuff her in the back seat. No! He remembered himself using 
his new Attach-a-spike, and for some miracle it worked; as the big car 
jumped forward with a screech from the wheels, he got dragged along and 
managed to jump on the trunk. The windows were dark, and he could see 
only a shadow of his friend crying and being held tight by the taller of the 
men. He hit the rear right glass with the spike so hard that it actually 
broke. 
	He was ten; almost a man, while his little friend of six couldn't be 
expected to defend herself yet. He dashed inside the car and bit the man 
on the nose, ripping part of it and finally getting rid of that loose tooth. 
Then the man unsheathed a gun, and aimed at his head. The limousine ran 
over a stone as he fired. As the world turned red, all Steven could say was, 
"Bad form!" Then other confused memories. Him wandering in the desert, 
and being found by an old Russian man who cured him in some strange 
way. His education, and the death of his mentor at the hand of some thugs 
from a government. His escape to the USA. And the last words he ever 
heard from Lily, words that after years, he could finally answer.
	As the three Keepers felt the turmoil stop and waited for the 
chrysalis to ripen, Steven Copenhaver won the battle against himself. The 
crystal surrounding him did not have time to work its changes, but he was 
beginning to run out of hair. With a roar and two punches he broke free, to 
the Keepers' amazement; as he did so, the Essence's cover made a last weak 
attempt to engulf him. He took a deep breath.
	"KIM! KIM IF THAT IS STILL YOU... I LOVE YOU TOO!" he yelled.
	Lily at first didn't understand; nobody had used her middle name for 
so long that she almost did not remember it. She looked at Erectus, who 
was still idly caressing her right nipples, and found herself hoping that her 
long lost friend joined with the Essence too... she pictured them having sex 
for days in a, in loyal service to the Keepers. 
	"Steve... oh, Steve, listen to me... come with us!" She had the same 
voice as back then; Steve could almost feel the hot desert air on himself. 
Then he noticed Ultra-Slut enlarging to recruitment size again. One thing 
that the brief contact with the Essence gave him was a renewed strength; 
he jumped away just as the two streams of goo began to flow again. 
	"You said you agreed!" 
	"There is no love in your future, Lord and Ladies." 
	As Lustatia's six breasts joined into two and raced Ultra-Slut's to 
recruitment size, soon followed by Mega-Cock's, Steve dashed towards the 
latter, and specifically to his giant balls. The bite brought Mega-Cock to his 
knees, enabling Steven to knock him down with a headbang. He thanked 
his stepfather for having replaced his bullet-cracked cranium with a steel 
covering.
	As Mega-Cock passed out, those recruited by him felt their bond 
lessen; this didn't matter a single bit as they ran towards Steven in unison, 
except for one of them. 
	"Steve! I didn't know... I didn't know" Lily said, making Erectus 
stumble as she stood up. She too remembered vividly now, a life of abuse 
fading away. There was no time for that, they both realized; with the two 
Keepers leading, almost a hundred people were surrounding them. In the 
turmoil, one of Steven's devices had fallen on the ground; Lily quickly 
grabbed what looked like a battered Super Soaker water pistol, and 
pushed the trigger. A jet of superhot steam spouted from it, making her 
pursuers back off. 
	"This thing has enough ammo to last for a week!" Steven shouted. 
	"You two will not. You have denied the Essence;" Mega-Cock replied 
"I am afraid that we will have to eliminate you." 
	"Let us go. I have changed my mind" Lily replied, coldly in a way she 
had never been. 
	"This is impossible!" 
	"'Impossible' doesn't mean anything, Keeper. I challenge you to a 
duel; if I win, we're out of here and you get the Resonance Expander plans; 
else, I die." 
	"A duel?" 
	"Can you fence?" 
	"Fine, inventor. You against me." 
	Lily stopped spraying steam as Mega-Cock agreed; nevertheless, 
Erectus and another man -- Stud, she remembered -- grabbed her. He 
knew a Keeper's honor; for the moment, she was safe. If not... she knew 
her mind would have been warped beyond recognition if they let her 
survive; either way, it was the blackness. She was not scared at all... for the 
first time in most of her life, she was being given the right to think for 
herself. 
	She turned towards Ultra-Slut and said calmly, "I have something 
you have given up forever. Who is free, and who is bound?" 
	"And which one of us is happier, girl?" she replied.
	Mega-Cock grew his male organ's tip into a hard, leathery blade  as 
Steven unsheathed his electrified foil; with a grin, he let the batteries fall 
on the floor. "This time it's you or me, Hook." 
	Mega-Cock was confident. One of his recruits was a fencing 
university champion, and he had all her knowledge to tap. His first attack 
was lightning fast, giving Steven no room for parrying and forcing him to 
backstep.
	"We have the knowledge, girl. We have the power. You made a 
mistake," said Ultra-Slut to Lily.
	"Perhaps, 'lady'. Just you don't cheat."
	The Keeper had almost driven Steven into a corner of the "arena" 
formed by his followers; the boy did have some skill, but his body was no 
match for Mega-Cock's. Time and time again Steven managed to turn the 
blow at the last moment, but Mega-Cock was not giving him any chance to 
counterattack. Then suddenly, Steven stumbled and fell on the ground. 
Mega-Cock grinned and straightened his weapon, foretasting a truly new 
kind of penetration. The last thing he expected was for Steven to grab his 
dick where it was still fleshy, and kick him in the balls. Almost 
instinctively, Mega-Cock grew two spikes that pierced Steven's hand; 
nevertheless Steven managed to slip below his legs, and hack a deep 
wound in his left thigh. As he turned, the Keeper felt his leg heal almost 
instantly. 
	"Bad form!" Lily cried out. 
	Ultra-Slut and Lustatia smiled. "You see? He has no chance against 
the Essence."
	Steven thought quickly. Mega-Cock could regenerate.  He also had 
two hands free. That was something he could perhaps take care of. Mega-
Cock was still limp as the wound took energy to heal, and Steven spun 
around 360 degrees and, with a quick and graceful motion, cut the 
Keeper's right hand at the wrist. 
	"Too bad there's no crocodile." 
	It was obvious to Mega-Cock that he could regenerate himself 
indefinitely, but while he was doing so he was very vulnerable. As his 
hand began to regrow, he decided that it would take up too much time. 
Instead, he regrew a hook, with a grin. 
	"Men, they're always the same" Ultra-Slut commented. 
	The Keeper, now fully recovered, darted forward and slashed Steven 
in the left forearm. He had to backstep again, and they circled inside the 
arena a couple of times; Steven was really getting tired.
	"This isn't fair" Lily argued. 
	"We decide what is fair, girl."
	Steven stumbled again, and this time it was no trick. Mega-Cock 
disarmed him and brought his member back to its normal shape, then with 
a smile of triumph prepared to finish Steven with the hook. 
	"NO!" Lily took a deep breath and made her breasts inflate so 
suddenly that she broke free from the other two Keepers. She jumped 
forward and kneeled beside Steven as Mega-Cock prepared to finish him. 
	"That wasn't fair a little bit, Keeper." 
	"You have denied the Essence; you are not even worthy of your body, 
Lily." 
	"Forgive me, Lily... I have failed..."  Steven said, then passed out, tired 
both from the loss of blood and the frantic duel. Lily quickly looked into 
his backpack. 
	"My Ladies, whom shall we dispatch first?" Mega-Cock called as the 
crowd tightened around the three.  A corridor opened for the other two 
Keepers to have a close look. Lily finally found something of interest; a tiny 
bottle with a label written in a secret alphabet they devised long ago. She 
hugged Steven tightly. 
	"Together, perhaps, my Lord?" 
	"They seem to want it so, Lady Lustatia. Yes, we should grant them 
this." 
	Ultra-Slut ordered someone to bring a laser blaster the aliens gave 
them along with the cloaking device. Steven woke up, only to find Lily 
crying with her face on his belly. He saw no way out. As the laser blaster 
was brought into the hall, Lily frantically reached for the bottle and 
frantically inhaled. Her breasts began to expand at an incredible pace, 
trapping Steven in her cleavage; the Keepers and the nearest of their 
followers simply got sweeped away by Lily's mounds of flesh. 
	Lily continued to inhale as her breasts inflated till their base ran 
from her shoulders to her hips. The mammoth boobs had grown to six 
yards in diameter within five seconds. Slowly, Lily and Steven began to 
float in the air as her breasts continued to expand. The inventor inched out 
of her cleavage and reached for his backpack, taking a very small piece of 
metal and plastic out of it. 
	"Noisy Cricket for you all!" he said as he fired it. As the shoot blew 
his backpack up along with a portion of the floor, the recoil sent him and 
the human balloon Lily had become up till her chest-sized nipples touched 
the ceiling. 
	"Use the steam gun to turn around!" 
	Lily understood and used the water pistol as a directional jet till her 
boobs and head were looking downwards; as Steven quickly disposed of 
the ceiling, she bounced downwards. The feeling of all those bodies 
touching her breasts was incredible; it was like a million kisses. Streams of 
juices flowed down her cunt and ran into her cleavage, to her neck and 
face; she almost lost concentration and turned again, forgetting to operate 
the gun. Pleasure gave way to pain as the debris hit her breasts; but with a 
couple more shots the ceiling had a large enough hole for her to pass 
through. 
	As they floated high into the air outside the cloaking field, they 
looked below and saw that from the outside, the retreat looked like a 
beautiful empty meadow. As Lily dropped the hypercompressed hydrogen 
bottle, Steven began to climb into her cleavage; Lily enjoyed every 
moment of it as his whole body squirmed in the canal, which was by then 
two times the size of Lily's body. Finally he managed to come out, his face 
in front of her. 
	"Not exactly pixie dust in that bottle," she said with a childish smile. 
There was simply no room to hug, and there was no need for it either; 
Steven was trapped between Lily's tits. Not bothering to free his arms, he 
leaned forward and they kissed on the lips, then looked at each other and 
laughed like they never had before.
	The flight lasted less than a hour, and to get rid of the hydrogen was 
a match even for Steven's ability and Lily's creativity. They landed safely 
not too far away from Steven's car. 
	"Now where do we go... second star to the right?" 
	"If you want, we go to that McMillan, and you can get even." 
	"Hmmm... no... maybe another day. What about this: we find a home, 
get someplace to work, and I go to school." 
	"Capital idea. You were always the reasonable one. But what about 
those people in there? That weird plan?" 
	"Perhaps, Steven," she replied matter-of-factly, "it wasn't a bad idea. 
Some people really want that, and they should get it. Besides, they really 
wanted to free me in their views. Let's do this.... we will return there only 
if it gets too big, ok? Trust me on this. You were always the impulsive one." 
	The impulsive one hugged the reasonable one, gently caressing her 
back tits. For some untold reason, they decided not to carry the caresses 
too far; regained innocence is too precious to be lost so soon. Two minutes 
later, the old-looking truck, its passengers, and its wonder engine went on 
their way. It was going to be fun.
	
	 To reconstruct the hall's ceiling was a matter of minutes, thanks to 
the alien technology. Mega-Cock was in a small room with his Lady, a dark 
look on his face. 
	"C'mon, what is it?" 
	"I have failed." 
	"No, that is untrue. We have most of the young man's discoveries, 
although not that of the engine. And we only lost two... one, actually." 
	"Nevertheless, my Lady, the Essence has been refused. I did not 
think it possible." 
	"Those two were a unique occurrence, my Lord. Worry not about 
them; perhaps someday they will understand." 
	As Mega-Cock's expression became more serene, he looked at his 
hook and it softened, as he prepared to regrow his lost hand. Ultra-Slut 
stopped him and gently straightened it, then rubbed its tip; when her hand 
left it, the hook had turned into a massive penis. Ultra-Slut expanded her 
tits to 42DD's, and took Mega-Cock's forearm between them as he thrust 
the tip in her mouth. 
	Bless her, he thought, she always has the solution.