Biodomination.

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“Hey! Nate! Over here!”

My familiar staring-into-space routine was thankfully interrupted by a friendly voice. Isaac’s. He was leaning against the farthest-away wall in the living room. The bright lights and blaring music of the house party I had foolishly agreed to attend was making it all too easy for me to disassociate, a problem I found rather embarrassing. But at least this time, I felt like I had a good excuse.

She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I couldn’t help but stare. She looked rather modest with her large round-lensed glasses and work skirt she had clearly brought over from her day job. But that attire utterly failed to hide the true beauty within her. She had perfect proportions—by realistic standards. Her natural blonde hair was gathered up into a single large ponytail, leaving only a wispy, errant strand of hair to dangle curiously in front of her adorable face. Her shirt showed off a well-balanced body with only the merest hint of chubbiness to her waist, while her eyes quickly captured my attention with shimmering, bright blue allure.

I had seen her before. In the microbiology class we both shared. Although to see her here, in this unanticipated setting, made her beauty stand out that much more. Maybe it was because I finally got to see her alluring body in something more stylish than a stuffy lab coat.

“Earth to Nate. Come in, Nate!”

Right. I was supposed to walk over to Isaac just now.

Blinking away the image of the beautiful girl, I walked to the far wall. Joby, another friend of mine, had joined Isaac already. I smiled as I watched their interaction. The two couldn’t have been more different. Isaac was a tall, blonde-with-pink-highlights psychology major who thought he was smart when he kinda wasn’t. Meanwhile, Joby was a short, black-haired girl of Korean descent who incessantly joked about how stupid she was, when in actuality she was easily the smartest of us three. A dedicated physics major, Joby was probably the most brilliant person I knew. Isaac’s “insightful” comments always seemed to annoy Joby, while her snarky responses and dark sense of humor always managed to get under his skin.

Watching their sometimes heated arguments, I’ve often wanted to just tell the two of them to get a room and get it over with, but I’ve never seen Joby show any concrete interest in anyone, and I’m pretty sure Isaac’s gay. I gave a wry, inward smile. Maybe that would only serve to make their reaction to the suggestion all the more entertaining.

Regardless of their blatant disregard for each other, the three of us were still pretty tight friends. What is it they say? Opposites attract? Or something like that. However, even as I joined up with them, I found my thoughts returning to the girl from Bio. Hell, I couldn’t focus on anything else!. Isaac may have been a bit daft, but he was good at reading people’s emotions.

“Thinking about that girl, aren’t you?” Isaac said, a smug smile forming under his twinkling eyes.

“That obvious, huh?” I responded, allowing my body to sway to the left, letting the wall catch me via a mini trust fall.

“What girl are we talking about? I’m guessing it’s not me.” Joby added jovially, leaning to the side, peering her head around Isaac to look me in the eyes. The slightest look of disappointment crept into her eyes as she examined mine. “Never is.”

I dropped my eyes for a moment, picking up on her reaction, but knowing that it was better to simply be honest. “That cute blonde one over there. She just moved over to the balcony.” I pointed furtively to the patio where she sat, somehow alone. At least for the moment.

“Mmm, yeah. She’s a cutie,” Joby said, affirmingly. “But you’re an idiot if you think you have any chance with her. Just sayin’.”

I sighed. “You’re probably right, but I gotta try. It’s been a while since I’ve worked in the dating scene. Besides, I’m a good-looking guy. I’m at a party. I’d be stupid not to make a move.” 

“Don’t worry. I get it. I still think you’re an idiot for thinking you have any chance with her, but I get it,” Joby added with a look of resignation. Or was it pity?

“Well then, get to it, Leo Dicaprio!” Isaac said, playfully slapping my butt. His casual strike jolted me off the wall, sending me three staggering steps toward the beautiful girl. I must have looked like a wind-up toy soldier. Or maybe a rather stiff-legged zombie. Finding my guts, I took a swig of whatever was in my cup and marched over to the balcony where she leaned away from me, gazing up at the stars.

“H-hey! Uh, I’m Nate.”

“Penelope,” she responded, still staring into the sky.  Her voice was friendly. Welcome even! “I remember you from the Microbiology lab. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

It was a bit strange that despite her affable tone, she never took her eyes off the stars, but I wasn’t about to blow it with my typical awkwardness.

“I, uh, see you’re all alone and just wanted to know what the deal was.” Inwardly, I cringed. I was hoping that my looks could make up for the fact my line delivery was as stiff as a board. But that would only work if she actually looked at me!

“What the deal was?” she clarified, raising a sculpted eyebrow, turning her twinkling eyes to face  me. Her lovely body twisted toward me, the motion doing all sorts of interesting things to her figure. But it was her face that truly had my stomach twisting in knots.

God, she was even more beautiful up close.

“Like, y’know, what a girl as beautiful as you is doing standing here without company.” I shrugged, fighting back the beginnings of a blush.

Her shoulders bounced slightly as she laughed. “And they said chivalry was dead.” Following the rather snarky response, she finally turned her entire body to face me. “If you must know, I recently got out of a pretty toxic relationship. He just couldn’t meet all of my demands.”

I wasn’t sure if such a relationship qualified as “toxic”, but I also wasn’t about to question her definition now that I had clearly gotten her attention.

“Yeah? Tell me about it,” I asked, exaggeratedly rolling my eyes. “I’ve had my fair share of crappy exes. And, you know what? It was mostly because once I got truthful with them, they didn’t want anything to do with me, y’know?”

That admission must have clicked with something inside of her, her willowy arms suddenly wrapping around my neck. “It seems as though we have more in common than I previously thought.” She gave me a Mona Lisa smile that sent a brief chill down my spine. Or maybe that was her touch. Whatever it was, it felt amazing.

“R-really? You think so?” My mouth was dry, as if I’d just swallowed a cotton ball. 

“I’m sure of it. Interesting people like you and me are often misunderstood when our true intentions are revealed.” Her eyes shimmered in the starlight. “Perhaps it was fate that brought us together on this balcony, Nate.”

Holy shit! Was I dreaming right now? How was I doing this well?! My mind was cluttered with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, so I just let my gut take it from there.

“Would fate also demand that we go out on a date together?” 

Damn you, gut. You ruined me!

“I’m thinking that’s definitely fate’s evil plan.”

Nevermind. I love you, gut.

So the ‘toxic’ comment was a little weird. Red flag #2 presented itself when she pulled out a slip of paper with her phone number already written on it.

“I know of a good place to eat. Text me for it. How’s Sunday sound?”

“S-Sunday sounds great! One of the few days I’m completely free, even!”

“See you Sunday then,” she said with a sultry wink. “Don’t forget to call.” With that, she was off. She didn’t even bother to stay for the rest of the party. It was as if her work here was done. I watched her leave, beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself into.

***

The days leading up to Sunday were forgettable. The party had been on a Wednesday and I didn’t have Microbiology on Thursday, Friday or Saturday. I hadn’t seen Penelope since that party. Part of my brain wondered if she was even real.

Then came Sunday. Out of nervousness, I called my friends for help. I had been out of the dating game for a while and I really didn’t want this one to go sour.

Isaac was eager to show up, Joby seemed significantly less so. Regardless, both of them arrived at my door around the same time.

“Look at you, Nate! Back in the dating game, eh? I still can’t believe it!” Isaac clapped me affectionately on the back.

“I mean, you’ve had at least four days to process it, Isaac,” Joby muttered under her breath. I noticed her tone was a bit off in general today. Regardless, I needed help picking out a good outfit for my first date with Penelope, and I really didn’t want to intrude on her personal business.

Isaac opened up the closet where I kept my suits and I realized a little too late that I should have checked in there myself before he did. A pile of comic books toppled, spreading all over the floor in front of him.

“Woah, dude! Is this… do you own, like, every single Scarlet Witch comic ever released?... And, Jean Gray comics too?” He sifted through to the bottom of the pile. “Oh my goodness, is that—”

“Nope! Nuh uh! You didn’t see that!” I frantically tried to hide some of the more personal comics at the bottom of the pile from my nosy friend’s prying eyes.

“Suuuuure… I definitely didn’t see Raven from Teen Titans with her tits out. Nate, since when did you have such a love for superhero girls?”

“So what? I’ve got a weird fetish, alright! I didn’t ask to be judged today.” I averted my gaze, crossing my arms with a definitive pout. “Do you want to help me get ready for this thing or what?”

“Sure thing Nate, but don’t be surprised if she gets weirded out at any point. If I know anything about women, it’s that they find out everything.”

I waited for Joby to say something along the lines of “well it’s a good thing you don’t know anything about women”, but she remained silent, staring intently at the fallen pile of comics that littered a corner of my room.

I wanted to keep an eye on her, but Isaac turned my head toward himself so he could help dress me for the occasion.

At one point, I caught Joby peeking at some of the more… well… lewd ones, but I pretended I hadn’t noticed. To be fair, the curiosity of it all would have killed me too.

“You almost done, Isaac? You’ve been brushing at my suit for a few minutes now.”

“Yep! Almost done! This suit’s got a ton of dust on it. Looks like it’s been a while since anyone’s worn it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. No need to rub it in.”

Isaac patted at my suit a few more times with the lint roller before lightly smacking my cheeks twice, just to be goofy.

“Alright, now go get ‘em tiger! I’d go with you to spectate, but unfortunately I gotta go back to my house to help out the folks.”

“Oh no! What a complete and utter shame you won’t be able to attend my fucking date,” I said with a sarcastic smile on my way out the door. 

Isaac shot me a quick, “Bye bye!” 

Joby said nothing, seeming to stare past me as I left.

Quickly sprinting to the location while frequently eying Penelope’s texted directions, I was surprised that I didn’t get lost on the way there. It ended up being a location I had never heard of before. A secluded little eatery, tucked away in a weird corner of campus. I was surprised to see some students I recognized from Microbiology class working in the kitchen. I never really took those geeks for competent chefs or anything.

Looking around, I noticed Penelope sitting alone at a secluded table, a flickering shadow falling over the upper half of her face. Her eyes, glimmering in the darkness, looked to have been locked onto mine for some time before my gaze found her, a hunger of sorts growling within her black pupils. I had a feeling it wasn’t just dinner she was starving for.

“Glad to see you came,” she said, her voice sounding strangely victorious.

Was she actually surprised or were her expectations really that low?

“Did you... think I wouldn’t?” I said, focusing intently on not tripping as I walked toward her, gazing into her dark eyes.

“Oh no, I believed in you. I’ve just been burned before. By a previous date. Said he didn’t trust my choice of restaurant.”

And there was the third red flag.

“Why? Does this place have some kind of reputation or something?”

“Oh no. Quite the opposite. It’s lack of reputation has caused some… disconcerting rumors to spread about the place. You know how it is. People hear of a new great scientific advancement and immediately pass it off as witchcraft or something.”

“Woof, tell me about it.” Red flag dismissed. That was relatable as hell, at least for me. Except, why would a restaurant be associated with scientific advancement?

“It’s actually a rather humble project started by one of my lab professors. Although in its later stages, I was tasked with managing it. Forgive me if that seems a little selfish for a first date.”

“You run this restaurant?”

“In a way, yes. I run the production line behind it. What we are about to be served is 100% cruelty-free meat.”

“Like, vegan stuff?”

“Might as well be. All vegans seem to care nowadays about feeling good about themselves. It’s identical to real meat, but it’s all lab-grown. It doesn’t even use cows as a base. Instead, it uses emotions.”

I almost scoffed on impulse, thankfully managing to resist.

“Well, uh, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t understand some of those rumors now.”

Penelope’s lips simply curled into a knowing smile. “I wouldn’t blame you. But at least you didn’t get up and leave.”

“I guess I still would like a pretty good explanation, though.”

“Here, close your eyes and think about it like this: Imagine the most tender, juicy steak you could desire. Even though you haven’t tasted it right this moment, you can definitely imagine what it tastes like. You’ve probably also forgotten any of the flaws associated with any previous steaks you may have had, focusing only on the good stuff.”

I did as she told, following her instructions like a pig to a carrot on a stick.

“Now, for the first time, it’ll taste as good as you imagined. That is the purpose of Project Placebo.”

As if on cue, two very fine-looking steaks were brought out in front of us. It still seemed like some sort of elaborate prank to me.

But then, I took one taste and my perspective changed forever.

Every steak I had before that bore some form of caveat. The fat-laden edges were usually too chewy, the gristle was too overbearing and hard to break, or very few chefs had ever managed to get the right level of rareness to it. But now, with the benefit of the mind’s optimistic hindsight, I only tasted the best aspects of all previous steaks combined. Penelope could read the enjoyment on my face, but honestly it wasn’t that hard to see. I was in ecstasy.

I greedily gobbled down the rest of my meal. I was unable to speak, much less breathe during the exercise. Penelope watched me the entire time. I couldn’t tell if it was a state of attraction, pure scientific curiosity, or a little bit of both.

“Wow, did you even taste it?” She said in jest, adjusting the glasses on her face. “I’ve never seen such a satisfied reaction to my work before.”

I stifled a burp. Then I stifled another. “That was… wow. I honestly can’t put into words just how good it was!”

“How about, better than you could have possibly imagined?” She flashed her eyebrows upwards twice, signaling that it was the correct answer for me.

Technically, it was only as good as my imagination could have been, but I wasn’t about to kill the mood like that. I told her exactly what she wanted to hear, and her radiant smile beamed accordingly.

It was only then that I noticed something I hadn’t before. A small gap in the front of her perfect teeth. It wasn’t a cuteness deal-breaker or anything, but it certainly wasn’t what I had imagined her full smile to look like. I felt guilty about unconsciously judging her like that, so I quickly shifted to the next topic on my mind.

“So, uh, I guess none of your other dates got to the part where they covered the cheque, huh?” I said with a sly smile, whipping out my debit card.

She put her knuckle in front of a sly smile. “You’d be half right. No one got to this point, but they wouldn’t have had to. Running this restaurant means I get to eat as much as I want here for free, a privilege which extends to anyone I’m currently dating.”

I felt my heart somersault in my stomach. After a rollercoaster of vagaries attached to this relationship, an explicit confirmation almost felt out of character for Penelope. The mystery was almost part of her, unable to be displaced from her very being.

After the lovely dinner, I noticed she was egging me to walk back to her dorm. I obliged, of course. After such an exquisite dining experience, how could I say no?

I didn’t think I was at the dating stage of being invited into her home, we had only been on a single date after all. Apparently she disagreed. I kept telling her that the most I could do was walk her back. After all, I had some serious studying that I had to catch up on. But she kept pestering me regardless, saying things like:

“I wanna ask you some more questions about your experiences with dinner, you are technically one of my test subjects, after all.”

As well as guilting me.

“C’mon, you totally owe me after that free meal.”

I eventually conceded, but told her that I wouldn’t be able to stay long. All Penelope needed to do was hook me. Now, I was completely at her mercy.

I didn’t even get a chance to look around once I got inside. As soon as the door was shut, she jumped me like a ravenous animal. I was her prey, my face being peppered with various kisses like snake bites as she softened me up for what was to come. I supposed her would-be question about my experience with dinner revolved around how well I had digested that steak.

Wrapping her surprisingly flexible legs around my waist, I was tasked with blindly guiding us to the couch I had only gotten a glimpse of a few seconds ago. Luckily, I managed to navigate myself backwards toward it, bumping into the arm with the back of my knees and letting gravity accomplish the rest.

Skipping directly from first base to third, Penelope released herself from my face and commenced disrobement. Her t-shirt and bra were off in a flash, giving me a front seat view of her shapely breasts. They weren’t particularly large, but to call them underwhelming would have been a bold-face lie. Luscious and perfectly formed, they rode high on her chest.

Not allowing me to become too familiar, however, she quickly undid her jeans, tugging them down with a swift jerk until they were peeling to just below the knees. Her panties were quick to follow, leaving her naked body fully revealed for my eyes to lap up.

She began to undo my jeans, but the feeling of her cold hands pressed against my crotch broke me out of my trance.

“Wait!” I interrupted with hesitancy. “I-I-I’ve never had a relationship move this quickly before!”

Penelope then gripped my chin with a firm hand before bringing her face mere inches away from mine. I could feel her hot breath on my face, its heat fueled by desire.

“Then shut up and let me take it from here.”

Without letting me see, I felt her complete her work on my zipper and insert my member into herself. Her inner thighs were slick with moisture, my entry easier than I could have imagined.

“Oh fuuck, oh goodness,” she exclaimed coolly as she writhed up and down atop me. I found myself brought to the edge almost instantly, but something Penelope did kept me from release. Her breathing quickened, rising to a shepherd's tone, as her glasses desperately struggled to remain on her face.

“Yes! Give it to me! Give me all your desires!” she screamed, her chin rising toward the heavens, all while my lowly moans became muddled in the couch pillow.

Penelope’s insides convulsed as she came, her body clenching over mine. I was quick to follow suit. As a first-timer, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. She seemed to enjoy it far more than me. That probably had something to do with how she had been pushing my face into a pillow for most of the past three minutes.

Her hand left a sweat-print on my face once she finally slid it off of me. I wanted to get up, but I felt so drained. Surprisingly, it was more of a mental exhaustion than a physical one, like my body was capable of running a marathon but my mind couldn’t solve a math equation. It simply hurt to think.

“Ugh…” I said loosely, not moving my body. “I feel nauseous. What’s… what’s going on?”

“Hmm… that’s not supposed to be a side-effect. I’m gonna have to work on that…” Her voice sounded distant and clinical. Like she was running a diagnostics test on our lovemaking for some reason. “Don’t worry, Nate. You did great. Just go to sleep, and I’ll fix up everything from here, okay?”

I wanted to protest. Thoughts of the studying I should have done passed through my head. But my resistance was futile. Vague words of whimsy whispered through my lips, fluttering into imperceptibility along with my consciousness.

…

I wasn’t sure how I got home. All I knew was that I woke up in my bed and had to haul ass to class. I felt completely invigorated when I awoke, but it was also 12 o’ clock in the afternoon and microbiology was in fifteen minutes.

Sitting in class, I zoned out a bit to process what happened last night. My mind drifted from the revolutionary restaurant, to the insane speed with which my relationship with Penelope had progressed. Losing my virginity seemed like a trivial bullet point compared to everything else that had happened on that first date.

But then, all intrusive thoughts were pushed to the wayside when I heard the lecture hall door open and I caught a glimpse of who stepped inside.

“Hi professor! Sorry I’m a bit late! Had some brand-new data to analyze from the restaurant experiment!”

At first glance, Penelope seemed the same as any other day. But something unconsciously raised suspicion within me once the professor walked over to shake her hand for a job well done. Was she… taller? No, my mind must be playing tricks on me. The professor was an older man, perhaps he was slouching more in his old age?

As she walked to her seat, however, my previous attempts to come up with logical explanations seemed to fall woefully short. Her lab coat, a garment designed to be loose, was far more form-fitting on her body now. It rode up higher on her bare legs, the hem sitting comfortably above her knees. And what legs they were! Though I hadn’t had a great look at them the previous night, I had definitely felt them. Her jeans hadn’t been hiding such smooth, toned legs yesterday.

Further reinforcing the controversial counter-theory that her appearance had somehow magically changed last night—her ass. Her lab coat pulled taut across its luscious slopes, hugging it, as well as her bust, tightly.

As I admired her body, she popped into a seat next to mine.

“Whu-huh?” I sputtered out, my train of thought completely derailed by her breathtaking new figure. 

“What’s wrong, Nate? Did you forget that we’re in College and I can sit wherever I want?”

I felt as though she were playing coy about the situation, but I knew I had nothing to pin her on.

I couldn’t just say, “hey, did you suddenly get taller, grow a cup size, and gain muscle tone overnight?” It didn’t sound like something a normal person would just say in the middle of class.

Regardless, I had plenty of time to cautiously observe her when the two of us were partnered up for a lab experiment. 

“Something on your mind, Nate?” She flashed a canine. I couldn’t believe it! She was totally taunting me. She knew as well as I did that something unusual was going on, but steadfastly refused to elaborate upon it. To make matters worse, I found her veiling incredibly hot.

She made no mention of last night, outside of nebulous references to how much fun she had had during our date. She also took every opportunity to snuggle up to me, brushing the firm curves of her body against mine. I didn’t mind it, but such actions felt a little weird in the middle of class. I was constantly fearful of the professor saying something about “inappropriate classroom behavior”, but Penelope seemed to have the man under her thumb at all times anyway.

I found our actual work on the group project to be diminishing as all she seemed to want to do is rub against me. It went a bit too far when I felt her fingers drifting lower.

“Penelope! What are you doing!?” I hissed in a nervous whisper as I grabbed her wandering hand.

“What does it look like, Nate?” she replied. It was as if she were completely oblivious to the fact that there was a time and place for this and the lecture hall was not it.

“It looks like you’re trying to get me off in the middle of my elective!” I sputtered through my teeth. As soon as one person looked our way, my reputation would be tainted forever.

“Fine, then. My house. Six o’ clock. Dinner will be provided.” Her wicked smile did not falter. “Is that more comfortable for you, Nate-y?”

I blinked twice to reaffirm reality. When the world remained the same afterwards, I nodded like a schoolchild being offered ice cream.

She beamed a wide smile.

I noticed that the gap in her front teeth was gone.

…

“Another day, another bag of pretzels,” Isaac said vacuously as he walked through my door, making a b-line for my pantry.

“Isaac, c’mon, focus,” Joby said as she snapped her fingers in front of our hungry friend’s face. “Nate called us here because he was worried about something.”

Joby definitely seemed more engaged now than she had been yesterday, which I was happy for. But she was right, something was definitely unusual, and I thought their differing perspectives could help me make sense of it.

“Alright, guys. Something’s definitely up with Penelope. I’m not even sure what to make of it, really.”

“Well, if you’re showing discomfort after only one day of the relationship, maybe it’s not for you,” Joby added, a little too eagerly.

“Well… it’s not discomfort exactly, it’s just…” I proceeded to tell my friends an abridged version of what had transpired last night, including the events just an hour ago in class. Growing concern raised Joby’s eyebrows, while Isaac’s only got more giddy, the boy audibly stifling a snicker at various moments.

“So, let me get this straight,” Isaac said after I had finished, gesturing at me with hands forward. “Penelope is super into you, likes you for things you just… do, is practically begging you for sex at all times and you’re worried about her because she looks hotter than she did yesterday and you got tired after doing it for the first time?”

“Well… I-I mean, when you put it like that…”

Joby interjected. “Yeah, I’m sure all that stuff sounds great on paper, but have you ever stopped to consider what Nate wants? Maybe a super clingy, domineering girlfriend isn’t what he looks for in a relationship?”

I didn’t have the heart to tell Joby that I had always wanted a girl exactly like that. Now, if only she had a little something more...

“Look, guys, I already agreed to another date with her later tonight. Maybe I’ll just, I dunno, directly ask her about this stuff? Relationships are supposed to have transparency n’ stuff, right?”

Isaac nodded. Joby sighed.

“Look at that! You’re even getting another date afterwards at her dorm! She’s totally all over you, man!” Isaac gushed.

“Whatever,” Joby said with a roll of her eyes. “If it turns out she's some psycho who harvests your organs without you realizing, don’t come crawling to me… N-no wait! Uh, totally do come crawling to me, actually! I could… um...”

Silence, punctuated only by a nervous cough from Joby, followed.

Isaac was the first to speak up. “Soooooo, uh, how many more hours until this second date happens?”

“Three. I’m supposed to head over there at six.”

“Great! That’ll give you plenty of time to get more familiar with sex so you’re not so wiped out the second time!”

“You… really think this second date is gonna go that way?”

Isaac looked at me like I was stupid. “Nate, if what you told me is true, I would be more surprised if the date didn’t go that way. You made it sound like Penelope is some kind of succubus who gets her powers from sex.”

I scratched the side of my head sheepishly. “Heh, I suppose I kinda did. I guess I’m not the best at selling my girlfriend highly. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to introduce her to you guys sometime. I’m sure you’ll all get along great!”

While I was looking at Isaac as I said that, I could have sworn I saw Joby roll her eyes. Again, not a can of worms I wanted to open today.

“You wanna help me pick out some clothes again, Isaac?” I asked, once more dodging a potential confrontation with Joby.

“You betcha!” Isaac responded, as eager as ever.

Opening the closet once more, I noticed a peculiar sight. My stack of comics had fallen over in such a way that would suggest someone had stolen an issue in the middle of the pile. I dropped to my knees and began sifting through the nearest comics, frugally attempting to deduce if one was taken.

“One of the erotic ones… i-it’s missing.” Desperation was in my tone as I continued to frantically search for it. Then, after recalling yesterday, my gaze quickly turned to Joby.

“Wha- hey! Don’t look at me! I didn’t do it!” she said, defensively. “Why would I even care about your collection? I’ve never read a comic in my life! I just watch the movies!”

“Yeah? But you were totally snooping through them yesterday! No one else other than you, me and Isaac have been in my dorm since yesterday!”

“How do you know someone didn’t steal it at an earlier date? You clearly haven’t looked through them in a while!”

Well, she had me there. I didn’t really have anything to say in response. Joby then stood up and crossed her arms under her breasts. There was a hurt expression on her face, and she refused to look me in the eye.

“I can’t believe you’d be so quick to accuse me like that, Nate. I thought we were friends.” She genuinely looked heartbroken. Before I could say anything in response, she ran out the door.

I got up to follow her, but Isaac put his hand on my shoulder, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about her, Nate. She just needs some time to herself.”

I sighed. I felt really guilty, but Isaac was ultimately right. Dwelling on it would only make the two of us more unhappy.

He helped me prepare for yet another date, this time shooting for a more casual wardrobe. I looked good, but I was beginning to think I could show up in a trash bag shawl, and Penelope would still fall head-over-heels for me. She didn’t even mention my clothes last night.

I slapped on some cologne and was out the door, on pace to make it to her place slightly early. I noticed her door was unlocked when I got there, so I gripped the handle and prepared to surprise her.

Opening the door, however, I was greeted by a suffocating haze. The aroma of smoke pierced my nostrils and I let out a reactionary cough. How the smoke alarm wasn’t losing its shit at this point was beyond me.

“You, uh, throwing a burnt cookie party or something?” I said with a chuckle, exaggeratedly waving my hand in front of my face.

Penelope then popped her head out from the oven, a brief glimpse of shock present on her face once she saw who was at her door.

She quickly ran to open the nearest window, and I was quick to do the same. Despite my recent weight lifting, I found myself struggling to budge the window. I looked over to see Penelope open a very similar window with ease, although she seemed a bit embarrassed when she caught me staring.

“Well, I suppose it’s never too late to order pizza?” I said, hoping this time I’d actually get to pay for the meal like a proper gentleman.

“I’ve got a better idea, Nate,” Penelope said, closing the gap between the two of us. I noticed that her beautiful eyes now met my lips in height, when previously they had struggled to reach my chin. “Why don’t we skip dinner and move right to the good stuff?”

Before I could protest, she stood up on her tippy-toes, letting her lips become reacquainted with mine. As her hands slithered up my back, her fingers dug into my flesh. It wasn’t painful, but her grip was certainly firmer than I remembered.

Then, her fingers curled around my shoulders, bringing me far below her level. With a suggestive tug, I was on my knees, facing her smooth stomach. Its toned expanse peeked temptingly from beneath a top that was slightly too small for her torso. 

As if subliminally commanded, I buried my face below her waist. My mouth could not contain my desire, unleashing a moan that was partially muffled in her pajama bottoms.

“Mmmmn, good.” I heard her mutter under her breath. “I bet you wish my midriff was more exposed, yes?”

I nodded drunkenly.

“I bet you also wish I were taller, so that your face would be a perfect fit within my crotch, yes?”

“Mmmhmm.” My voice vibrated my tongue as it licked her flesh.

“I bet there are a lot of things you wish of me. They will all come in due time, I promise. All you have to do is desire it within your mind, and I can make it come true for you.”

I reached around her amazingly toned thighs to grip lazily at her cushiony posterior. I didn’t get much of a chance to feel her body last time, but it had felt better than I had ever imagined. She truly was becoming everything I didn’t know I wanted.

I felt her loving fingers rustle my brown hair, playing with my waves. My breath cycled like a mini ecosystem within her taut lower abdomen, its heat intensifying with every exhale. I closed my eyes, allowing my greedy sense of touch to experience the most.

Perhaps it was my lack of sexual experience, but I found an orgasm building within me. Was I really edging without any direct stimulation? God, I’m pathetic.

I tried my best to hold out as long as possible, but even my best was not enough. The gentle, slithering touch of her slender fingers and the lush firmness of her body was like lightning to my overstimulated neurons. Gripping her tight with clenching hands, an embarrassingly loud moan escaped my mouth. I felt my underwear become wet. It was official now, I had just come to mere foreplay—pleasuring her.

I slumped backwards, letting my rear fall limply onto the soles of my shoes. My head slowly turned upwards, a tired and humiliated gaze plastered all over my face.

Yet, Penelope did not seem to share my disappointment. Gazing upon her face, her eyes were shut tight, her mouth twisted into a self-satisfying smile. Her head lolled about, as if she was savoring a delicious flavor in the back of her throat. Had she come too? It certainly seemed that way.

She looked down at me like a loving deity, her eyes glistening a devious shade of green. Wait… green? Was I misremembering? I could have sworn her irises had been a sky blue color…

Despite the oddity, I couldn’t deny her eyes were far prettier green. I guess I never realized this about myself, but I ultimately preferred the lush color of the forest for her eyes.

“Wow. If that was half as good for you as it was for me, I’m definitely going to cherish this relationship,” Penelope finally spoke, breaking her eye contact with me to stare into nothingness as she sensually felt her cheeks.

I stood up with a grunt, finding it a little difficult. I must’ve stood up too quickly, a massive headrush overcoming me as I reached my full height. Luckily, all feelings of nausea melted away once I gazed back into her loving eyes…

...eyes that were now level with mine.

“Wait—did you get taller?” I blurted. I would have kept that thought to myself, but too many inconsistencies were starting to add up. Despite this, Penelope was quick to respond with a casual chuckle.

“Don’t be silly, Nate! I was always this tall! Are you sure you haven’t gotten shorter?”

She said it with such confidence I almost believed her. I wanted to. But my eyes just couldn’t distance themselves from a particular detail…

…her midriff.

Her top was definitely exposing a more tanned, sculpted stomach than before. A quick side eye at the tag on her shirt revealed that it was the same size as before. That left me with the sole conclusion I guess I had always known.

Penelope had grown taller.

Again.

I tried to speak, but I just couldn’t get my mouth to form words. I knew what was happening made no logical sense, but this was also my girlfriend! One who seemed to understand and care about me.

Would it be so wrong to just let that last?

Penelope also seemed eager to steer my mind away from such questions, resting her hands upon my shoulders, leaning her face towards mine until our noses touched.

“Not sure about you, but I’ve worked up quite the appetite. I think I’ll take you up on that pizza offer.”

She then broke from my face, poking my nose jovially to complete the interaction. The rest of the night went smoothly, all things considered. I ordered pizza, begging Penelope to let me pay for it until she finally conceded. By the time it arrived, I was surprised by just how hungry I was. Even after I had eaten a sizable lunch, I could hear my stomach growl in anticipation as we opened the box.

What was happening to me? Why did I feel so weak after sex? God… I’ve gotta do more stamina-building exercises if I want to keep this relationship as active as it is!

After a lovely dinner, I noticed that face appear once more on Penelope’s twinkling eyes and smirking lips. It was a face of self confidence, burning with pinkish lust within her plush cheeks. It was a face she only gave me when she was horny as fuck.

“Well Nate? We still have the rest of the night to kill~”

I was afraid I might not have the sexual fortitude to endure the night, but I suspected that Penelope wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer.

She didn’t.

Grabbing my hand, she practically dragged me into bed with her. I didn’t put up much resistance, although judging by the sudden force she exerted, it probably wouldn’t have mattered if I had. I was the school’s star quarterback—how was I getting yanked around by a girl significantly less bulky than me? Maybe the better question was how she knew that something like that is exactly what I had secretly wanted all along?

Wasting no time, she yanked down my pants, wrapping her heavenly lips around my erection. I felt my spine straighten as she went down on me, the pleasure of the experience rippling through my body in breath-halting waves.

My eyes blinked rapidly, the fluttering of my eyelashes beyond my control. Disjointed moans escaped my open mouth. It was like a girl who’d never played picking up a bat and scoring a home run on my first try. Her inexperience showed, but even I knew that it shouldn’t have felt this good.

My brain inevitably shifted to why. Why hadn’t I ever gotten head this good before? Right. It was because that every time I got close to it I just had to admit that stupid kink of mine. But Penelope was moving this relationship along faster than I could sabotage it. In fact, she was almost validating my secret fetish.

My clutching fingers nearly ripped through the sheets on her bed with the power of the orgasm as I came. The thought of Penelope as a telekinetic goddess burned itself into my mind, corrupting every nook and cranny of my whirring brain.

I fell back onto the sheets, my eyes begging to close. It was as if Penelope had sucked the life out of me once more, the stunning girl like some sort of scientific succubus.

As my consciousness faded from me for the second time this week, I almost thought I saw Penelope open the door to her bathroom without even touching the handle.

“Sleep tight, my little angel,” her voice drifted softly to my buzzing ears.

~

The next day in class, I just couldn’t help myself. I began openly gushing about Penelope without a care in the world about who may have been listening.

Unfortunately, the only person close to me just happened to be Joby. She didn’t look too pleased about the situation.

I gushed about how I finally felt like I was getting somewhere in life. How awesome sex felt. It was admittedly a little weird gushing about all of this rather publicly, but it seemed as though I no longer cared. 

“Wow. All of that sounds... great.” Joby said, pretty obviously feigning disinterest. “Where is Penelope anyways? She’s never this late for class.”

“Probably preparing something for our third date! Yes, that’s got to be it!”

Joby looked borderline disgusted at the mention of a third date, her thin eyebrows made that clear as they flinched with every word spoken. Then, with a sharp exhale followed by a grunt, she stood up with her bag in tow and left the classroom.

“Joby, I…” But I wasn’t even sure what to follow that up with.

“Man, Joby hates you now, dude,” Isaac said, showing up fashionably late for class to take a seat beside me.

“Yeah, I miss the days when being the target of her anger was your thing, Isaac.”

“Heh, yeah, me too.” He grinned.

We continued to chat for a little while. Isaac was far more receptive to my gushing. However, our conversation was cut short when the professor entered class late and made a B-line straight for me. He looked disheveled, like he had just run a marathon around the entire school.

“Nate, have you seen Penelope anywhere?”

“Uhh, not today, I haven’t. Unless you count one in the morning.”

The professor clearly didn’t have time for my smartass responses. “Look, if you have any idea where she may be, please let me know. I put her in charge of power usage in the lab, and now it’s up nearly 200 percent!”

Isaac and I blinked twice in confusion.

“It’s already a dangerous misuse of the school’s resources, but I can’t imagine what all that energy could be being put towards… please, if you see her. I just want to know. She hasn’t been answering her phone.”

Not even waiting for an answer from me, he fled the classroom.

“Welp, guess class is cancelled today,” Isaac said with a gleeful shrug. As soon as he had sat down, he was out of there.

I immediately produced my phone and called Penelope. To my surprise, she almost immediately picked up.

“Hello, Nate. Is something wrong?”

“Uhh, no, not really,” I lied. “Just wondering where you are? Uh, y’know, since class started already and I’m just worried about you.”

“Aw, well I appreciate your concern. I heard from Professor Tray that class was cancelled, anyways.”

Wait… How could she have known that? The teacher had left only 30 seconds ago!

“If you’re not doing anything after class, you could always meet me in the lab. I’m working on a little surprise for you!”

“Oh! Yeah! I’ll totally do that! Just let me grab some lunch first!”

That last part was also a lie. I hated to admit it, but the paranoid professor’s concerns were getting to me. I was going to get there early and see firsthand what exactly this “surprise” was.

“Sounds fantastic. I should have it ready by then! See you later, babe! I love you!”

After giving her a reciprocal goodbye kissing sound, I immediately ran out of class, hauling ass over to the lab, then making my way to the basement. However, to my shock, someone had already beaten me there.

It was Joby.

She was clearly snooping around for something. I quickly hid behind the first thing I could find, but not before noticing her retrieve something with an enthusiastic “aha!”

That was my comic—the one I had accused Joby of stealing! What was it doing in the science lab?

I heard someone else enter the room. I couldn’t see anything at this point but my questions were quickly answered by my other senses.

“Joby? Is that you? What are you doing here?”

It was unmistakably Penelope’s voice, which sounded even more beautiful than it had yesterday.

“Oh, just here to confirm a few things.” Joby responded. Her voice was dripping with snark and repressed emotions. She had clearly been waiting for this moment. I heard the comic flap in her hand. “You mind telling me what this is doing here? Nate blamed me for taking this!”

“What? I can’t enjoy the media my boyfriend consumes?” She must have known the extra emphasis would get under Joby’s skin. It did.

“I know what you’re doing down here. I know what your true intentions are with that placebo project.”

There was a silence between them. Penelope had caused Joby to play a card early that she didn’t appear to know about.

“Have you told him?”

Her cheery demeanor was gone. That had been a demand.

“No, but you better believe I will! He deserves to know the truth! The university is going to shut this whole project down!”

“Oh, please. If you had access to what I had, you’d neglect to tell him as well. Your pathetic puppy love for him is pathetically obvious.”

Once again, there was a pause in the conversation. Joby had been successfully irritated by Penelope for the second time, but she no longer had any cards left to play.

“Y-y’know what? Maybe I will! It'll certainly be a preferable outcome to whatever insane plans you ha—”

Joby’s retort was cut short by the sound of a scuffle, most likely between the two women. It didn’t last very long before the sound died out, droned out by the familiar hum of fluorescent lights.

My suspicions about who won were quickly confirmed as Penelope entered my view without a scratch on her shapely form, her heels clacking on the tile as she exited the scene. While I naturally found my eyes drifting upon her impossibly beautiful body, I swore she almost took a sidelong glance at me as she left.

Once the steady clicking of her heels faded out of earshot, I bolted up and examined the scene.

Joby was lying face-down.

~

It felt like an eternity before she awoke. I had frantically driven Joby to the hospital, fearful of what Penelope could have done to her. Fortunately, the healthcare provider assured me that she only had a mild concussion.

“Joby, are you alright?” I spoke into her face as her glazed eyes blinked open.

“Ugh, I’ve got a headache… but what else is new?”

She looked around, and all the memories flooded back to her.

“Ahh! Nate, you gotta believe me! Penelope’s about to do something awful!”

“I believe you, Joby.”

She was almost shocked to hear those words.

“I heard you find the comic and confront Penelope. You have to tell me what exactly is going on here!”

“Penelope’s using Project Placebo to enhance herself into your idealized version of her!”

Apparently, Joby had done quite the amount of detective work after I had falsely assumed she had stolen my comic. But she didn’t seem angry at me now that I began to accept the truth.

“I-I don’t know how she’s doing it, but I think she’s harnessing your superheroine fantasies and making them a reality!”

“Well, y’know, maybe she has good intentions?”

“Good intent—? Nate! She’s a psychopath! She’s the reason I’m in this hospital bed!”

I guess I couldn’t argue with that. Damn, why did this have to be so hard? My first serious girlfriend, and she’s a borderline supervillain!

“My dream woman was always a super-powerful, super-dominant girl with telekinesis… I guess I really have to be careful what I wish for.

“Well… maybe that wish of yours can still come true…”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not a dedicated bio major like she is, but I am pretty smart. I’m sure I could find a way to reverse the flow of power into me. T-that way, we can stop her and you still get a superpowered girlfriend!” As soon as she gushed the words, she paused, looking at me expectantly.

I only had one response.

“Wait, you want to be my girlfriend!?”

Joby’s jaw almost hit the bedspread in disbelief. “YES! Are you blind, deaf and dumb!? Y’know what? It doesn’t matter. Stopping Penelope before she becomes unstoppable is a more important priority at the moment.”

Even though she didn’t seem ready to leave the hospital, Joby led the way back to the lab. Fortunately, we didn’t encounter Penelope along the way. That would be an awkward confrontation I really didn’t want to have right now.

Joby swiped her student ID, and we were in the lab once more. She and I snooped around, searching for Penelope’s project. It was only then that I realized I had no idea what I was even looking for.

“Found it!”

“Project Placebo” was far smaller than either of us anticipated. It looked like a tick with its tiny black shape and skin-piercing hooks. Had Penelope really been wearing this every time we had sex?

Joby pulled up data about it on a nearby computer. “Wow, looks like Placebo is only the first step. Seems like Penelope is using her increased intelligence to push the science into near sci-fi territories. Hey, there’s quantum tech stuff here I’m familiar with!”

I knew that was something to be relieved about, but some fucked up part of me really wanted to see it play out. Imagining Penelope, appearing far sexier than before, harnessing power based on my deepest fantasies... It was almost like a dream come true.

Joby began to type on the keyboard, hastily discovering all that she could about the device’s utilities and modifying them as she saw fit. 

“Nice. Looks like we might actually beat Penelope to the punch with this next ascension. There’s a ton of unfinished code here. Aren’t you lucky to have someone as knowledgeable as me on your team?”

I noticed a smugness perk up her face, one that quickly vanished once she read a particular comment within the code. Radiant red burned into her cheeks.

“Something wrong?”

“Uhh, well… maybe you should have a look at this.”

I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

“Highest desire transferral rate is through sexual intimacy with the subject?! And an ideal subject detected only 1.57 feet away?!” 

I pivoted back and forth and a dot on the screen followed my movements to a T. I wasn’t sure how this monitor knew my coordinates, but then I began to piece it all together. The fatigue after sex, the enhancemence to Penelope’s body as a result. It must have been something in that steak she fed me on our first date. 

“Is this some kind of bad B-movie plot or something?” I said aloud.

“C’mon, Nate! It’s the best chance we’ve got at stopping Penelope! I’ve got the smarts, and you’ve got the desire!”

I sighed. “Well, I suppose there's no other way…”

I could’ve sworn I heard Joby contain a squeal of delight as she began to disrobe and attach Project Placebo to the back of her neck.

“W-wait. We’re gonna do it here? In the lab?”

“C’mon, Nate! There’s just no time! If we want to stop Penelope, I’m gonna have to up the dosage! That’s going to use most of the power in the school and the lab is the best source of it.”

I took off my shirt, but I didn’t get much farther than that. Joby was quick to press her body up against mine, purring with pleasure as she finally felt my warmth.

Her body felt so… plain. She had nice breasts and a firm waist, but after such an awesome two nights with Penelope, “nice” and “firm” weren’t cutting it anymore.

I could tell that Joby was also a little uncomfortable. I’m sure it was always a dream of hers, but she was as much a virgin as I had been two days ago. I knew that I would have to be the one to lead the charge, as it were.

I began to find a rhythm after a while, Joby was quick to follow my lead. However, I was beginning to feel strange. It was as if a migraine was slowly creeping into my head, yet its only effect was a distracting dulling of my senses.

I tried to ignore it, but the migraine continued to grow until the sensation left my head, making its way downward, filling every inch of my body. I felt myself struggling to react to stimuli. The reaction of my limbs was delayed as they attempted to do what my brain was demanding of them.

Then, as if someone else’s will was overcoming my own, I pulled away from Joby. She looked almost hurt by the action. I tried to speak, but it was as if my mouth was being denied the privilege. Then, I felt a familiar presence within my mind.


“Oh Nate, you finally got smart, didn’t you?”

Apparently Joby heard it too, as she reacted accordingly. She looked to her left, her eyes filling with horror. I desperately wanted to see what caught her attention, but it seemed as though my body still did not wish to cooperate.

I felt a soothing hand on my chest. It was unmistakably Penelope’s. Even though I should have hated it, fought against it with every fibre of my being, I couldn’t. Her body was perfection made flesh, its presence overwhelmingly sexy even when I couldn’t directly witness it. After all, it was literally designed to cater specifically to my personal fantasies.

“C’mon Nate, cum for me. Make me the goddess of your desires. After all, I know what you want. It can be so easy…”

She taunted me like a siren beckoning to a ship of lascivious sailors. I felt an orgasm building within my pants.

“Nate, please! You have to fight it! W-we can’t let Penelope win!”

I tried to battle her control over me as hard as I could, but the combination of my numb limbs and heightened libido made such the fight seem impossible to win.

“Nate don’t do it!” Joby cried. She swallowed hard before levering me with a quivering gaze. “I love you!”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, giving me a surge of willpower. The second wind was just enough for me to break free of Penelope’s manipulation. Leaning forward to let gravity do most of the work, I fell atop Joby, hugging her tightly to my chest. And with that loving embrace, I came.

I looked at Joby intently, but the changes never manifested. Instead, I heard Penelope moan in pleasure again.

Oh shit.

I didn’t even get a chance to make a break for it. Joby and I instantaneously felt the control flee our bodies. I had become frozen in place, as had Joby. The two of us rose until we were floating several inches above the ground.

And then, our bodies were turning. Anticipation built as I imagined just how gorgeous Penelope would look now. My brain couldn’t even begin to compare to reality.

It was almost painful to gaze upon her resplendent form, but the magnetism of her divine curves was such that it was impossible not to. Her irises were like radiant emeralds directly from the land of Oz, which combined with her flawless cheekbones and mind-bendingly plush lips to create the perfect blend of exquisite femininity that was her face.

I wanted to look downward to describe more about her, but her form was so utterly stunning that I simply couldn’t take my eyes off the first thing they saw. It was heavenly torture.

“H-how…?” I barely managed to sputter. I had to know how beauty like this was even possible.

“I used my telekinesis to replicate every change that would have happened in Joby’s DNA while changing it back, using her modified method. I must admit, it was an overall improvement on even my own creation. I should thank you for helping me to fuel a magnification of your own development.”

As a reward of sorts for Joby’s unintentional help, Penelope walked forward, practically in slow motion, placing a long, devastatingly passionate kiss onto Joby’s lips.

Then, Joby came too.

Penelope ascended from that one as well. Her beauty was indescribable at this point. There were simply no words in the English dictionary to truly capture the experience of gazing upon her form as it continued to perfect itself beyond either of our wildest dreams.

The school had long run out of power, but it no longer mattered. Penelope was now a self-sufficient being, able to draw power out of the fabric of the very universe itself without any difficulty.

Several new ideas entered my brain, searing through my own thoughts to dominate my psyche. I was now Penelope’s lieutenant, as was Joby. We were to be the leaders of her grand army. This was her plan. This had always been her plan. I was a mere pawn to her, and I loved every second of it. She didn’t even have to reshape my mind for me to genuinely believe that, either. Deep down, I always knew it was true.

As she rewrote our minds, turning her adversaries into her most adamant supporters, Penelope reached her own orgasm after an excruciatingly long wait. The energy exerted definitely caused whatever was left of the lab to become completely annihilated, eradicating whatever data remained of Project Placebo and thoroughly ensuring that no one would ever be able to replicate Penelope’s work ever again.

Before my mind went completely blank, I saw Penelope look me in the eyes and utter one last phrase.

“Don’t worry, Nate. Even after I claim this world as mine, I’ll never forget you. You’ll always be my favorite.”