Perfect Body - Part 2

After three (holy cow!) years, I finally got around to finishing the long-anticipated sequel to the first part of Perfect Body. Hopefully it lives up to the hype!

The first part, for anyone wondering or wanting a refresher: https://www.deviantart.com/hikerangel/art/Perfect-Body-Part-1-870155039

Part 2

As I showered my sticky, shameful spunk from my own crotch, I couldn’t help but ruminate on Nina’s new body. I had only gazed upon it for but a moment, yet every inch of its feminine perfection was permanently seared into my memory like she had taken a firebrand to my brain.

Nina was already sexy before, but I couldn’t even get a word off. She had me completely transfixed, unable to wield my body beyond the functions utilized by lizards. I had seen plenty of naked images of women before that moment, ones on the internet whose sole purpose was to get me hard and get me off. None of them had even come close to the perfection that Nina’s body had reached after only a single day exposed to the pheromone perfume.

I laid down on my bed after drying myself off, still in the nude, watching as my cock stirred occasionally to even the flawed recollections of her form. Burying my head in my hands and whining like a lost puppy, a wave of regret washed over me as I recalled Nina’s last words to me before I departed.

“Maybe you should go home.”

She had such a gleeful look on her face as she had said it too, even though she tried to hide it. Like I was but a plaything to her, a puppet whose strings were controlled by the hypnotic sways of her body. I was at her beck and call, a mere stepping stone on her quest to become the prettiest girl the world had ever seen. Had she just been using me the whole time? Was I some sort of pawn?

Perhaps I was. I felt like I could only move one square forward at a time. She looked like she could move in any direction as far as she wanted.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she never wanted to see me again.

Then my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat as my pupils focused on the caller ID. 

It was Nina.

I spent far too long debating whether or not to answer immediately or spend a few seconds calming myself. I took so long to decide that I got the worst of both worlds, answering at the last ring without composing my body in the slightest.

“Oh, and here I was thinking you were planning on ignoring me,” came her perfect voice, barely tarnished by the static of the phone connection. Just hearing the melodious notes of her tone was enough for my cock to shoot to half mast.

“N-no! That wasn’t it at all, I-I promise!”

“I’m just playing with you, silly. If anything, I should be thanking you for this. I feel like I would’ve experienced some negative side effects by now.”

I made what could generously be described as a stifled moan in a response to her semi-praise. God, I was pathetic.

“Heehee, you’re getting hot n’ bothered just hearing my voice, aren’t you Matt?” Nina said playfully. It was as if she could read my mind or something.

“Mnn—no! I’m just… still recovering from our encounter an hour ago, is all!” It took until the tail end of the sentence to realize what I had just said didn’t exactly make me sound any better.

“Wow. I mean, like, what the hell is happening here, huh? I know I’m pretty but this is an extreme reaction.”

“Whu-what do you mean by that?”

“I mean, my parents noticed that I was different, but they just assumed I had put on some different makeup or something. Even when I wore skimpy clothing I didn’t stupefy them with my looks. Sure, I found myself getting hot and bothered by my own reflection but… What’s happening to you is different. Unique, even.”

“Nina… What are you saying?”

She giggled. “I’m saying, try not to stain your pants when I come to school tomorrow. We’ve still got a project to work on, silly!”

DAY 8

My heart refused to cease its relentless pounding as I arrived at school once the weekend ended, the thought of Nina popping around any corner like a jumpscare in a horror movie had kept me on edge all night. Now that I was actually at school, I felt like my heart could break out of my chest at any moment.

Entering Mr. Matthews’ class felt like being dragged into a courtroom that was about to issue me a death sentence. I sat down next to Nina’s empty chair, unable to distract my mind as I awaited her presence.

“What’s the matter, lovebird? Lost at your nest without your mate?” came an annoyingly familiar voice from my left. When I snapped out of my trance enough to look in said direction, I was greeted to nothing. My slowness was punished as a hand gripped my head from the right, slamming my head into my desk.

The world spun around me as I lifted my head back up. The first face my blinking eyes saw was that of Jaeden Cage, a notorious bully of nerds like me. He was probably just jealous that Mr. Matthews had assigned Nina with me instead of him, but maybe assigning such an understandable motivation to him was giving Jaeden too much credit. He’d been pulling shit like this since the sixth grade. Being an asshole was probably just second nature to him.

“Ngh, leave me alone, Cage,” I protested weakly. Battling two ailments in the form of genetically-enhanced perfume pheromones and the far less severe concussion courtesy of Jaeden.

“Well, I just don’t think that’s true. It sounds ridiculous. Sure, they can be uncomfortable sometimes, but I just don’t see the idea that they’re this big harmful conspiracy or whatever.”

The words came from the hallway. Nina’s words. They were distant, yet my ears tuned out every other form of audio just so they could be as clear as possible. She was talking with someone else, probably her usual clique of friends.

Her friend was arguing something about how bras were bad for a woman’s back. It wasn’t anything I was particularly dying to eavesdrop on, but my addicted mind couldn’t help but commit to memory every gorgeous word that left her lips. It was like catching someone’s conversation on the phone, I only ever heard Nina’s responses of dismissive “meh”s and half-attentive counterpoints to what her friend was arguing for. These junk responses seared themselves into my brain, refusing to leave, all the while I couldn’t latch onto a single word of her friend’s side of the argument even if I wanted to.

Once we sat down and class began, I felt as though I was playing constant catch-up. The teacher would ask questions regarding our project, and Nina would have to pick up the slack and answer for both of us. My obvious slackjawedness was not lost on the student body, and I caught wind of many snickers from Jaeden’s corner of the classroom.

When we were finally able to interact solely amongst students, talk of the project continued, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of what I needed to do next.

I don’t know why I bothered. I was useless now compared to her. With how surprisingly knowledgeable she was about Chemistry, at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was actually the smartest person in the whole school. After all, she could’ve just put the same amount of time studying as I did, just with the benefit of being naturally beautiful to begin with.

By the time I managed to pull myself out of my funk the bell had already rang, students shuffling out of the classroom in record times. I expected Nina to be furious with me, but surprisingly, she seemed to understand. Maybe she felt bad for how my body reacted to witnessing her yesterday?

“Hey, Matt, if you want me to do more for the project, you can tell me. I’d understand,” she said with almost uncharacteristic soft sympathy. “I know you being a bit of a wallflower can prove to be a challenge.”

“Y-you already came up with the idea! And you—um, are certainly selling the ideas well. I’d say we’ve got a solid fifty-fifty split going between us.”

“Alright! Great!” she replied, the carefree cadence returning to her tone with a vengeance. She then immediately tapered off to where her friends were waiting, but did turn around briefly to wave goodbye to me. “See you tomorrow then. Good luck!”

I also wasn’t sure if she had a silver tongue or her body did all the talking, but she sure had a way with words around me…

DAY 9

“Matt! Matt! You’re not going to believe it! Look!”

By the time my rattled brain picked up the pieces fast enough to obey Nina’s request, I was already having some math test shoved in my face. My eyes naturally drifted to the big, red, circled alphabetic letter at the top left of the paper. To my surprise, it was an A+, denoting a perfect score of 100%.

“I think the pheromones are starting to have an effect on my brain too! I didn’t even study for this test and yet I just knew all of the answers! It was like my brain was pulling from textbooks I glanced at once! We might’ve just revolutionized the human body with our High School project!”

So she wasn’t actively smart in every human category. Or, at least, she hadn’t been. I wasn’t sure if this was better or worse than my previous assertions.

“Woah.” That was the only response I could muster.

Maybe she was just really good at selling herself highly? That had to be it. It seemed like Nina could say anything she wanted and hapless men would eat out of her hand. Meanwhile, I couldn’t even so much as exist peacefully without assholes like Jaeden Cage trying to ruin my fun.

“Anyways, hey, don’t tell anyone, but I’m going to totally help my friends cheat on this upcoming math test.”

My lips were sealed. They might as well have been physically sewn together with Kevlar chains. I was not a guy who really kept secrets, but this was one I was prepared to take to the grave. You couldn’t torture this info out of me. My brain felt compelled by a higher power to obey without question.

“Well, everyone but that bitch Jenny. After how she thought she was smarter than me with that fact about how ‘bras are actually bad for women and part of the patriarchy’ or some shit like that, I can’t wait to totally show her ass up when I ace every test in every subject and help everyone but her.”

I suppose it was a good sign that she trusted me with gossip and was dropping the friendly-girl barriers she put up and letting her authentic personality shine more, but I wondered if she’d think it weird that I committed every piece of what she just told me to deep storage. I didn’t even know Jenny beyond being another face in Mr. Matthews’ class, but now I felt compelled to commit an unhealthy amount of time to sniffing out any shortcoming she might have only so that Nina in all her flawlessness could capitalize on those flaws. All Nina had to do was say the word and I would obey her without question.

Thankfully for me—and the whole world for that matter—Nina was just a regular school girl whose ambitions didn’t seem to align with narcissistic conquest.

“Plus, I totally heard her telling Gabriella she was prettier than me. I know I’m not even into girls like Jenny is so I shouldn’t care, but like, the audacity of that bitch, right?”

“Right,” I replied, my lips robotically answering without my direct input.

“I’m just like, ‘in your fucking dreams, maybe.’ Fucking bitch. I’m literally, scientifically, objectively, prettier than her. Our project literally made me so. I’m the fucking Frankenstein’s Monster of pretty bitches. I should’ve said ‘next time, in your little lesbian dreams, have a fucking nightmare about me rejecting you. How about that?’”

She calmed down quickly after that. “Hey, sorry about that. Thanks for letting me ramble at you for a while. Sometimes I feel like I can trust you with stuff I wouldn’t tell my close friends because we just met, y’know?”

“A-anytime, Nina.”

She giggled, one of relief. “Great. Well, see you soon!”

DAY 10

I woke up earlier than usual, a strange dream I couldn’t remember compelling me to do so. All my attempts to resume my slumber failed, so I gave into the demands of whatever higher power was compelling me to act and got up. After a quick breakfast, I realized I could probably get a headstart on the school project in the lab without Nina’s body to distract me.

Just imagining her form was nearly enough to bring me to an orgasm.

Baseball. Hmm. Old man in a Speedo. Ugh.

I hopped on my bike and began my standard commute to school. It wasn’t much at first, blending into the monotony of routine, but then…

The taut muscle within the twin hemispheres of her unbelievably shapely butt seemed denser than any I’d seen before. It was like her body simply managed to pack more mass in the same amount of space. The result was an almost unnaturally perfect jiggle that, when combined with its staggeringly perfect shape, made the simple act of jogging more succulent than it had any right to be. A tank top and bike shorts was not a combination I was particularly obsessed with on the female form, but now it was basically a religious deity for me to pledge my eternal loyalty towards. She was not merely as sexy as anyone I’d ever seen, she was beyond comparison. My member had long since become swollen with arousal, the feelings her magnificent body conjured within me impossible to ignore. The smooth slopes of her muscular derrière vanished behind a shift in perspective as my travel speed surpassed hers, but my hungry eyes didn’t dare deviate from perfection beyond perfection that had intercepted my banal route. Withering jolts of pleasure lanced through my corrupted mind as a bountiful, yet tasteful window of scrumptious cleavage consumed my vision from within its tight, Lululemon confines. I had been left so breathless with sensation that only once she talked did I realize it was Nina.

“Oh! Hey, Matt! Fancy running into you on my morning jog. Haha, funny little pun there. Matt? Matt!? OH MY GOD!”

And I only realized my bike had smashed into a tree when the collision forcefully tore my gaze away from her.

“Matt! Matt! Ohmigod, speak to me, please!”

I waited for the pain to strike me, but thankfully it never did. I was more dazed than anything else. Sometimes being a nerd about stuff like helmet safety actually paid off. “I’m… I’m good. Th-thanks for the concern, Nina.”

“Oh my god, do you always crash like this?” she asked, hoping the obvious answer to my spill wasn’t the correct one.

“I-I was… distracted,” I admitted.

“Damn, and here I was thinking there was no such thing as too beautiful!”

She offered me her hand for help, which I reluctantly accepted. I wasn’t humiliated that a girl was helping me up or anything like that, I merely didn’t want to embarrass myself further with skin contact. Yet, when I locked hands with her, a shocking revelation took me by surprise. She was strong. Like, ‘able to lift me up to a standing position with just a single arm’ strong.

Nina then, probably feeling guilty for her beauty being responsible for how I lost my focus while biking, began dusting off my clothes with her palm. I shuddered at the firmness of her swipes, how each felt like a monolith of calculated iron or an unstoppable force from a higher power.

She felt invincible. Maybe she was. She felt so far above me, impossibly so.

“Phew, looks like that spill didn’t cause any serious damage, right?”

Any pain I felt instantly vanished. I wasn’t sure if her words had gaslit my pain receptors into subduing themselves, or if they had gaslit reality itself.

“Hey! Bro! What the hell are you doing! Don’t let that woman get away with what she just did to you!” came a voice that, if I had to use one word to sum up in its entirety, was very “douchebag.”

Nina turned her head around and my obedient gaze followed hers. “Douchebag” was the right word. He was built like a gorilla, adorned in little beyond a wife-beater, jeans and a gold chain. For some reason, he deemed himself fit to interject in a solo interaction between classmates. 

“Uh, what?” was all Nina could muster, more confused than anything.

“This one isn’t for you, lady. It’s for my invertebrate friend here.” I was surprised he even knew what that word meant. “Trust me, I’ve seen it all before: She distracts you with her slutty clothing and expects you to apologize for ogling her!”

“Wh-Slutty clothing!? Are you even listening to yourself? I didn’t pick this out because I want to attract losers like you, I did this because I like to feel sexy!”

“Pssh, don’t hate me for thinking, bro,” he put his hands up in a defensive stance, acting as if he was now the victim here. “They all love the man who mindlessly obeys, but the man who thinks, that’s who they all fear!”

“Well, how about you slam your head against something hard for a few hours to produce some better thoughts!” Nina shouted back.

I assumed that would only make the situation worse, that he would play the victim card again and claim she was escalating the conflict with her yelling. Instead, his eyes widened, pupils shrinking within them. The usual sway his idling stance had adopted had vanished, him freezing up as stiff as a statue.

Then, without another word, he turned around and walked away.

Nina and I shared a confused glance between the two of us, only for our attention to be redrawn towards the wifebeater guy as a repetitive SLAM! could be heard in his direction. We watched in shock and horror as we collectively realized he had taken Nina’s words to heart, mindlessly banging his head against the wood of a nearby tall fence.

I thought he was joking at first, but he didn’t let up, even after it started to clearly hurt. Other bystanders ran over to pull him away and spare him from his self-harming tendencies, but all he wanted to do was silently get back up and continue to bang his head against the fence.

“S-should we help that guy?” I asked, unsure of what to do next.

“Nah, fuck him. Let’s get out of here before the cops show up.”

I got back on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could. To my surprise, Nina was able to easily meet my pace without breaking a sweat. I didn’t dare focus too heavily on it, lest my bike collide with another obstacle.

Once we arrived at her house, me and Nina finally slowed down. I was panting like a dog, but she seemed completely unfazed. There wasn’t a droplet of sweat on her perfect form—my body was drenched in more ways than one.

“Holy shit, I knew I could use my beauty to get what I wanted before but… that was a whole other world of crazy back there!” Nina reasoned with herself, gripping her head in her hands. “Man, I should really tell assholes to go jump off a bridge more often!”

“I-I’m just glad we’re both okay,” I admitted, slumping against a nearby tree just so that I could be in some shade. To my surprise, Nina joined me underneath that tree, her tantalizing skin mere millimeters away from mine.

“Yeah, me too. Who knew that a highschool project would put us through all of this?”

“Hear, hear.”

After a bout of silence, Nina finally laughed. It was a deep, honest cackle, one with plenty of snorts that would’ve repulsed anyone else but me. 

“I just realized, I told him to slam his head until he had a new thought. He’ll be stuck there for the rest of his life!”

That got me to laugh too. Maybe everything with Nina would be alright after all.

DAY 11

I showed up to class the next day only to see that Nina had beat me to our little desk island. She was staring me down as soon as I walked in, much to my dismay but much to Jaeden’s glee.

He and his other meathead friends made kissy noises as I took the long walk of shame to the front of the class where Nina and I sat, but Nina seemed totally unphased by their jeering.

“Matt, hey, don’t listen to them. Just focus on me, okay? I… I need to tell you about something strange that happened last night.” Her voice was distant and distorted, like I was hearing it through a space helmet. With the sympathetic, babying tone she was adopting, I must’ve looked like I was either stoned out of my mind or on the verge of my head exploding because a bomb had been planted in it.

She attempted to calm me by placing a hand on my shoulder. Big Mistake. I became instantly erect, focusing all my brainpower on fighting off an orgasm, which took attention away from the other part of my psyche it was fighting off. In that moment, I let out the loudest, most pathetic moan I think I’d ever heard anyone unleash in my entire life, directly in front of Jaeden and the rest of the class. A wave of giggles and chuckles were quick to follow.

“Oh my god, sitting next to a woman for too long would make you moan like the virgin loser you are,” Jaeden remarked. He was twiddling a pencil rapidly between two of his fingers, the only other sound heard in the room as he laid into me with devastating insults. “Too bad you’ll never be able to do more than watch in the corner while some real man fucks her. Heh, I bet that’s your top fantasy even.” He put on a mocking, girly voice. “Oooh, Matt, I’m going to get fucked by this big, bulky Chad for our project, how does that make you feel?”

I felt like I wanted to throw up. My retorts usually did little to dissuade him from attacks like this, but so much of my brainpower was consumed by Nina’s overwhelming presence that I couldn’t even muster a response.

I couldn’t get a read on Nina’s resting neutral face as she stood up, making her way over to Jaeden’s clique. My eyes followed her like a loyal pet’s, mouth agape with slack-jawed weakness, unable to close my jowls after the moaning incident.

She was probably abandoning me. I suppose I couldn’t blame her. For how much of a meathead Jaeden Cage was, he wasn’t a useless zombie who embarrassed himself whenever he was in her presence. She stopped right before his desk where he sat, face hidden from my gaze as she just stood there with her back to me.

“Heh, good idea, Nina. Finally joining the cool kids over here and ditching that loser?” Jaeden asked, flashing a shit-eating grin my way as he prepared to claim eternal victory over me.

Then, in a flash, Nina lifted her lengthy leg high into the air like something out of an old kung fu movie, before bending her perfect knee and bringing her lithe, sandaled foot down atop Jaeden’s twiddling fingers for a powerful stomp. I heard a snap as it happened. I sure hoped that was just the pencil.

The bully’s face twisted in pain, leaping up from his seat only to find that his hand was very much sandwiched between the desk and her foot. This only added to the uncompromising, constant pain he was being subjected to, but Nina offered him no sympathy.

“Hmm, and how does that make you feel?” Nina added callously, twisting his words as she twisted her foot on his fingers to add just a little more pain to his agony.

Jaeden didn’t respond to her inquiry. His primal urges told him to free his hand by any means necessary, but what his mind was asking of him was an impossible feat. Nina’s leg was like a marble statue’s own, both in weight and impossible sculpted perfection.

In that moment, I understood what was happening. Yesterday, I had seen her as invincible, above all. Perfect. Now her body was reflecting my beliefs.

But surely, no amount of strength could spare her from the social contract of authority. At least, that’s what we all thought as Mr. Matthews walked into the room and caught Nina red-handed. Or more accurately, red-footed.

“Hey class, glad to see you’re all here early, traffic was— what the!?” the teacher nearly dropped his planner in surprise.

“A-ack! Mr. Matthews! Mr. Matthews! Help! She’s totally crushing my hand! Please!” Jaeden begged, tears welling in his eyes.

“Wh-what!? N-Nina! Release your fellow student this instant!” the teacher demanded. Nina, however, had other plans.

“Actually, Mr. Matthews, I think you should let me tease as I please,” she said, flashing full, puppy dog eyes in his direction.

Then, as if commanded by a higher power, the teacher did as he was told. He nodded his head, shrugged his shoulders, and continued his morning ritual of setting up everything by his desk, interspersed with deep sips from his reservoir of coffee. As far as he appeared to be concerned, this was just another day of mild shenanigans he could effectively tune out before class officially began.

After a few more agonizing moments, Nina finally released her crushing hold on Jaeden’s fingers. He spent a good deal of time calming down after that moment, with Nina casually returning to her seat as if nothing of significance had just occurred over the last few minutes.

With all of his time spent screaming, Jaeden didn’t have much voice left in him. All he could do was pantomime his grievances towards his posse who were too frightened to help him and Mr. Matthews who didn’t appear to care either way after Nina told him off.

The rest of class proceeded as normal, Mr. Matthews mentioned how the month was already a third of the way over and how some summation of the project should’ve been developed by now between students. If only he knew he was a direct, unknowing participant in our very own project.

I saw Jaeden mouth “you’re dead” to me, but I now figured that as long as I stood around Nina, I would be safe from him.

Once class ended, Nina motioned for me to follow her. I did as instructed. I sure hope it was because my own free will dictated it to be so. Her hurried strides of her shapely legs required me to run at marathon pace just to keep up with her.

“Hey, um, thanks for helping me out back there. Jaeden’s never been an easy person for me to deal with.”

“I don’t like bullies,” she replied bluntly, her long legs refusing to let up as she curved around corners with impossible finesse. “Especially when they pick on people I like.”

My eyes lit up as she said that, but I wouldn’t have any time to pursue the further implications of that sentiment. We had arrived at the school’s currently empty football field, Nina taking a seat at the bleachers and patting the metal beside her for me to join. As soon as I sat down, there was only one thing on her mind, and it wasn’t any potential attraction towards me.

“All these things. These… Strange side effects? Why? Why am I able to influence people’s perceptions just by asking them nicely? Why am I strong enough to lift a car!?”

My jaw dropped. “I-I’m sorry, did you just… did you just say you could lift a freakin’ car!?”

“Y-yes…” she seemed almost embarrassed by the fact. As if such obscene strength was unladylike and she was expecting to be made fun of for it. “I tried it out yesterday night and I was able to get all four wheels off the ground like it was nothing. It was more awkward to hold than it was heavy, if I'm being totally honest..."

“Well, holy shit that’s awesome!” I responded in earnest. I had always been a big fan of powerful women in fictional media. It was pretty crazy that I actually got to meet one of them in real life—or, more accurately, be directly responsible for her evolution to a goddess amongst men.

That seemed to change her tune a little. She giggled at my response, even as her nervous eyes refused to meet mine.

Knowing that I had to calm her further, I explained the scientific jargon to the best of my ability. “I mean, I’m starting to think that the perfume is picking up more than just sexual desires. Every time I breathe next to you, its pheromones are influencing yours, creating some sort of strange feedback loop. It’s like… my perception of you is literally influencing reality!”

That got her to look me in the eyes. Though her expression was riddled with worry.

“But that doesn’t make any sense. Pheromones don’t just make people ten times stronger than they were yesterday!”

“I mean… It’s the only explanation that makes sense. I believed you were the smartest person I had ever met one day, the next you’re acing all of your tests in fields you didn’t even know you were capable of doing so in. I believed you had a psychic hold on all men’s wants and desires and the next day you did. I believed you were one of the strongest people I had ever known one day, the next you’re… well, strong enough to lift a car, apparently. I saw you as the perfect woman, b-but you already were that.”

I threw a little flirt in there at the end, her smile only grew wider.

“So, it’s what, like a placebo effect?” she asked, trying to make better sense of it all.

“Something like that. The good news is, if you’re worried about any future changes to your… um, impeccable, perfect, awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping body… Uh, don’t be worried. Now that I know my deluded perception of you was, to put it bluntly, deluded, then we shouldn’t have any more sudden changes to your physiology.”

She giggled as I found myself compelled to compliment her body, but I noted the slightest hint of disappointment in her eyes as I mentioned that the changes were over. Did she… actually like the fact that she was slowly becoming a goddess amongst men? I suppose after her first puberty had made her so pretty, the ideal of “being normal” was probably thrown out the window soon after.

“Well, that’s probably for the best then,” she replied with a patient smile. “We could probably win a Nobel Prize with the findings we have right now anyway, best to stick with what we got. No more crazy surprises.”

Once more, there was a hint of longing as she uttered those final two words. I sincerely hoped that our rapport as friends had developed to a point where she wouldn’t feel the need to manipulate my mind just so she could become prettier and develop abilities beyond what mere mortals were capable of.

“You’re right. Besides, you’re already perfect, and I can’t imagine there’s any way we can improve perfection.”