Galatea 2 - Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8: CHEMICAL-INDUCED HALLUCINATION

“Mmmmm…” Vanessa cooed, a relaxed breath leaving her perfect, scarlet lips as she lounged upon a red satin bedding. “I’ve never felt more relaxed in my life, I don’t think.”

This could have been true, or it could have not. It didn’t matter. Whatever Vanessa spoke was etched into the law books as fact these days, after all.

Then suddenly, an errant moan escaped from her perfect teeth, a brief amount of discomfort overcoming her body. Time stood still. A thousand gasps erupted around her, spectators of all shapes and sizes distressingly clenching their teeth, watching her comforting relaxation time as if it were the most exciting sports event of the century. No—because that would imply there was rambunctious excitement to be had.

More accurately, this was like a church service. The sermon being delivered visually by gazing upon the flawless architecture that was Vanessa’s pristine, naked body. The sight of her sculpted perfection was hypnotizing—literally so. The people, if one could even call them that anymore, were completely under Vanessa’s control. They were more than content with just watching the magnificence of her body as she lazed about all day, unburdened by anything.

Vanessa found a comfortable spot within her cushiony bed and all was right with the world again. A collective sigh of relief washed over the audience, as if her slightest inconvenience was to be treated with the severity of a bomb defusal. Everyone could now safely return to their regularly-scheduled program of Vanessa-gazing.

There was just so much to appreciate, attempting to take it all in at once would melt the mind. Better to take it slow… yes… slow. Drink up every feature like a rich, heady cream from the thickest of brews.

Impossibly thick breasts burgeoned atop a delightfully sleek, sinuous, feminine frame. From there, one’s eyes could deviate downward to the chiseled abs that adorned the toned tummy of Vanessa’s torso, practically cell-shaded from glistening perfection. If one’s sight dared to deviate further, they would be treated to a powerful crevice of femininity, a ravine for which one’s thoughts could become lost in forever should they dare consider what such child-rearing, curvy hips could do to one’s pelvis. Venturing further, an endless expanse of smooth, creamy, sun-kissed leg was a particular treat that one could look forward to. Like a volcano erupting in the middle of an ocean, occasionally one might be greeted to the natural wonder that was a leg stretch. Her toes would curl erotically as her knee erected into the air like tectonic plates colliding.

But if—at the beginning of the journey—one were to deviate in the opposite direction instead, a different sight would grace their presence. Powerful arms, rippling with feminine musculature, awaited. Quite commonly, Vanessa might absent-mindedly ball her fist, causing her shoulders, biceps, and triceps to ripple into iron-hard swells and ridges of slim, sexy muscle. Occasionally, she’d rest her hand underneath her endless expanse of long, thick, raven-black hair. Like an endless oil ocean, her smolderingly perfect locks consumed the light around it like a wormhole, splayed out underneath her head like natural brooks deviating from a pristine mountaintop. Her head. Her head! If one were to allow their eyes to aimlessly drift long enough in the Rube Goldberg machine that was her body, they would inevitably end up here. Words, adjectives and verbs began to fail around this mark like physics at absolute zero. They struggled to define her eyes, nose and mouth beyond the most base descriptions of what belonged on a face. Her beauty was reaching such stratospheric levels that sometimes, arriving at just the bottom of her puffy lips could be a death sentence.

Her radiance was sparkling, much like the effect added to that one actor in that one movie she used to be so fond of. Oh, what was his name? It didn’t matter. He was but another nameless face in the crowd of millions waiting to catch even the tiniest glimpse of all that was Vanessa.

She was beauty. She was grace. She was the human mind’s idea of unattainable, perfected femininity brought to form, complete with all the unintended consequences of allowing such a creature to exist.

She was Galatea.

There was only one known person who could resist Vanessa’s call, though at this point, she’d give up the ability in a heartbeat. Audrey, having reached a similar status to Vanessa only to be effortlessly surpassed by her far prettier, more deserving roommate, was no more than a slave. She might have built up an immunity to the virus’ hypnotic beauty, but there was no immunity to being the weaker of the two goddesses. Audrey would spend her days feeding Vanessa all the food that she desired, maintaining “structural upkeep” of Vanessa’s body, often with her tongue and fluffing her goddess’ pillows. It was demeaning, but it was what a dissenter like her deserved for daring to be prettier than her.

Kevin knew his place. Sure, at first he was under the belief that the two of them would rule together, side by side. However, he quickly saw what the true meaning of that piece was—a man worshiping his creation unconditionally. Much like the ancient peoples he so idolized, Giles took the all-important task of fanning his mistress with a massive leaf, never leaving her side, always at her beck and call.

Where was this location where she lay? What year was it? When would it end? Hopefully never. This could go on forever, as long as Vanessa desired. An endless feedback loop of carnal pleasures as the praise and worship never ended.

If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up.

***

Vanessa awoke to pain.

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

The burning of her left arm was the source of the pain. It was the only source of pain.

Her raspy voice called out unintelligible words even she couldn’t understand. Her head was heavy. Her whole body was heavy. The world had the gravity of jupiter. What the hell was happening?

Water. She needed water.

Food… She… needed… food…

The intensive dose of viral enhancement alongside 12 hours of sleep had left her drained beyond belief. Once more, her strange dream was but a distant memory as her body twitched and sputtered, desperately attempting to escape from the weighted blanket that suddenly jumped up in tons.

Wiggling her fingers and toes was all she could do, blood seemed to be circulating through her system like molasses, never quite reaching what she wanted when she wanted it. Her arms and legs were like TV static, feet stepping on spines as she clumsily hobbled over to the fridge. She began to tear at the contents of the plastic chiller like a ravenous zombie, shoving whatever she could find into her mouth with no grace or finesse, sometimes forgetting to chew and every once in a while forgetting to swallow.

She hit both knobs of the sink and swiveled her head underneath the faucet, thirstily chugging down massive gulps of water as the headache and blurriness began to secede.

“Ugh… oh, fuck…” were Vanessa’s first intelligible words, ones which Audrey picked up on from the other room.

“Vanessa? Are you okay? You sound a bit sick.”

Shit! If Audrey came in here, she’d immediately be able to tell something was wrong! With that intelligent brain of hers, it was only a matter of time before she pieced together Vanessa’s little secret!

Making haste with never-before-seen speed, Vanessa leapt back into bed, burying her entire body within the covers.

“I’m fine, Audrey, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, is all,” came Vanessa’s muffled voice from underneath the covers.

“Oh, phew, honestly, that’s a relief. Not that I wouldn’t help you if you were, but if I had to add yet another thing to today’s packed schedule, I’d lose it!”

“What have you got on the schedule today?” asked Vanessa, attempting to make casual conversation while trying to hide the fact that she was likely far prettier than she was yesterday.

“Oh y’know, busy class schedule, date with Brian, call with the parents, morning workout. Good think I’ve got my—sheesh, ‘Ness, did you eat my pre-workout snack?” Audrey complained, her head deep in the fridge. “Or… was it a pack of ravenous wolves? Shit, I honestly can’t tell. This thing’s a mess!”

“Couldn’t tell ya. Haven’t even left the bed today.”

“I bet it was that Lumberjack dude from that party last night. You totally brought him home with you, didn’t you?”

That brought up a particularly dense can of worms, but quick thinking allowed Vanessa to lie through the envy. “Y’know Aud, it probably was him, ha! Sorry, I can't exactly control my one-night flings!”

“Ah, it’s no big deal, really!” Audrey replied with a cheerful tone, instantly forgiving her roommate. “I’m just glad to see you’re back to your old, slutty self!”

Audrey laughed, Vanessa faked a laugh pretty well.

“But, in all seriousness, I’m glad you’re doing okay.” Audrey added, her tone dropping all pretenses. “That night where you got blackout drunk because of a bunch of assholes really had me worried. But that’s ol’ ‘Nessie for ya! She always knows how to land back on her feet!”

“You better believe it, Aud!” the raven-haired girl replied, putting on her best enthusiastic tone.

Audrey packed her running clothes up and left.

“Oh, I’m better than okay, Audrey. And soon, I’ll be better than better. Just you wait.” Vanessa spoke from under her breath once she was sure that not even Audrey’s super-hearing could detect it. “Just. You. Wait.”