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Gamma pt 35
Brian was finishing up on the internet as Jess came in. she had thrown on her Wor-Wic Hoodie and some sweats before heading out the door. “Whoa…Nice rack!” Brian said as he stood up to welcome Jess into his home. Jess looked down a bit embarrassed. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she concentrated and reset her breasts to their usual size.
Brian: Aww. What’d you do that for?
Jess: Sorry, B. I have a hard enough time not raping the shit out of you when I’m over here. I don’t need you trying to persuade me.
Brian: First off, why not? And secondly, you know I do have some self control. For instance, watching your tits shrink was a turn on but you don’t see me all up on you.
Jess: Why would that be a turn on? I thought you only liked growth.
Brian: Shows what you know about me. I do like growth a lot but really it’s just about the transformation. That’s kind of what gets me going.
Jess: Wow. You learn something new everyday. Now how about the video.
Brian: Right. So yeah, you’re video got over a thousand views since this morning. Almost 800 of which paid for and bought based on the preview I set up. And at ten bucks a pop…
Jess: I just made 8 grand? No Shit! That’s awesome! If I keep doing these videos I could set myself up like Eva.
Brian: I say go for it. But I mean just to play devil’s advocate here but that’s going to put a whole lot of stress on the secret identity thing isn’t it?
Jess: Not if we play it right.
Brian: You trust me that much?
Jess: Of course. You know I can kick your ass.
Brian: Too true.
Jess: By the way, what’s your fee?
Brian: I haven’t decided yet. I’m thinking a new Under Armor shirt.
Jess: Dude, you do too much work for too little pay.
Brian: I get my payment. The majority of it just isn’t material. I get to witness the greatest scenery on the planet.
Jess: Aww. You’re sweet. Maybe I should do a little thank you speech?
Brian: Sure. But let’s see how popular you get first.
Jess: Yeah good point. I could be a fluke. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for our little ‘growth investment’.
Brian rolled his eyes at the pun Jess threw out as the duo began to research various things to incorporate into their videos. Meanwhile on the other side of the world, in a one bedroom apartment in the heart of Munich, Germany, an old enemy begins to plot her revenge. “Is there anything you can do for me, Ansgar?” Eva said to an elderly gentleman sitting in a recliner eating a warmed up can of beans.
Ansgar: I don’t know Eva. When that girl took your strength and power away, she altered your dna. The fact that you have any enhancements at all is due to the years of you having the muscular physique. When your body went through the metamorphosis, you muscles were broken down and completely rebuilt, harder and stronger. The Gamma source has been completely removed from your body.
Eva: Where did that serum come from anyway, Ansgar?
Ansgar: You know I can’t reveal that to you, liebchen.
Eva: But Ansgar, it’s been close to seventy years.
Ansgar: Eva, What little I was privy to learn in those days as a Hitler Youth, I was sworn by a man I very much respected. And even though he is long dead, I must withhold my promise. I am sorry.
Eva: I understand. You are a good man, Ansgar. You have done so much for me through the years. I won’t ask you to break your promise.
Eva went into the bathroom and closed the door. A small tear formed and fell down her immaculately beautiful face. Filled with rage, Eva raised both of her hands and brought them down forcefully down on the sink, busting it from the wall and turning huge chunks of it into powder. Water flowed from the wall pouring all over the floor. Ansgar ran into the bathroom as quickly as he could and turned the water off. “I-I’m so sorry, Ansgar. I’ll pay for the damage.” Eva said sheepishly. “Do not worry about it, liebchen. You have suffered enough. But you could clean this up for me and I’ll warm you some food.”
Eva: Is there really nothing I can do?
Ansgar: There is one option, but I make no promises that it would work.
Eva: I’ll try anything.
Ansgar: Okay. You must pack your bags. You’re going to Japan.
Ansgar went to get a broom for Eva to begin her task, as Eva sighed in frustration. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking stock of everything that had happened to her in the last couple of weeks. She began to examine herself closely and noticed some grey hair in her flowing blonde locks. “What the fuck?” she uttered before noticing a wrinkle just under her eyes. Eva began to study her face vehemently when Ansgar returned with the broom and dustpan.
Back on this side of the planet, Dean sat in her living room after her evening class had ended saying a silent thank you that her dad had already went to bed, most likely passed out in an alcoholic haze. She turned on the television and began watching an old John Wayne flick. Her cell rang and she answered it, slinking down into the couch. “Hello”
Sherise: Hey. Whassup?
Dean: Nothing much. Just got in. You?
Sherise: Girl, remember how I said I had a hot date tonight?
Dean: Yeah, with some Jock right?
Sherise: Right. John Waterston. he’s on the wrestling team. Tall, dark hair, lean and fit. Total Hottie.
Dean: I think I get the picture.
Sherise: Okay, so anyway, my friend Beth told me I should go out with this guy because I’m new to the school and it would be a chance to get to know some people.
Dean: Pretty good idea.
Sherise: And she’s all, ‘and girl I’m telling you. With that body he can go all night. And he’s packing’ and I’m like, ‘cool! It’s been awhile. So anyway we hang and he’s a pretty cool guy and all so we start to make out and things progress so I decide I’m going to give him a little head.
Dean: Wow.
Sherise: What?
Dean: Nothing. I mean you know this guy for the sum of a couple of hours and you decide he should get some head?
Sherise: God thanks for making me sound like a whore.
Dean: It’s not that, I just…you’re a great person and I don’t think that you have to resort to head to get people to like you.
Sherise: I know that. It’s just complicated. When you move a lot like I do and putting up with my Mom and my Dad is who knows where…I just like to feel a connection to someone or something, you know?
Dean: Yeah I know a little something about that. My mom died when I was 5 and my dad blames me, at least when he’s drunk. All I ever had was my friend Jess and even she betrayed me. But you know what, that’s fine. Because I’m my own person who has her own goals and I’m not going to let anyone dictate to me how I get to them. And that includes being a slave to my emotions.
Sherise: Wow. You should be like Tony Robbins or something.
Dean: Ha! Fuck you.
Sherise: I’m serious. That got me where I live.
Dean: I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Because if you get excited and rush into things with someone, it doesn’t always turn out like you plan.
Sherise: Pretty sound advice. How old did you say you were?
Dean: 23. How about you?
Sherise: I turn19 in…twenty minutes.
Dean: You’re birthday’s tomorrow? Why didn’t you tell me I would have gotten you something.
Sherise: That’s cool. I don’t expect you to get anything for me.
Dean: Well tough. I’m going to anyway. I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow.
Sherise: What for?
Dean: It’s a surprise.
Meanwhile in a dark room, a familiar video is being watched by a tall female in silhouette, making her more angry than she has been in more than a few years. “It appears that I’m not the only one making money on the growth fetish anymore, Cheshire” the woman said to her black cat which she was stroking softly. “looks like I need to drop in on them. Just to see how they’re doing” The statuesque woman wearing an all black negligee stood from her seat and began walking to her kitchen, passing by a table which held all of her mail addressed to one, Mistress Taylor.
2 b continued
Brian
Brian: Aww. What’d you do that for?
Jess: Sorry, B. I have a hard enough time not raping the shit out of you when I’m over here. I don’t need you trying to persuade me.
Brian: First off, why not? And secondly, you know I do have some self control. For instance, watching your tits shrink was a turn on but you don’t see me all up on you.
Jess: Why would that be a turn on? I thought you only liked growth.
Brian: Shows what you know about me. I do like growth a lot but really it’s just about the transformation. That’s kind of what gets me going.
Jess: Wow. You learn something new everyday. Now how about the video.
Brian: Right. So yeah, you’re video got over a thousand views since this morning. Almost 800 of which paid for and bought based on the preview I set up. And at ten bucks a pop…
Jess: I just made 8 grand? No Shit! That’s awesome! If I keep doing these videos I could set myself up like Eva.
Brian: I say go for it. But I mean just to play devil’s advocate here but that’s going to put a whole lot of stress on the secret identity thing isn’t it?
Jess: Not if we play it right.
Brian: You trust me that much?
Jess: Of course. You know I can kick your ass.
Brian: Too true.
Jess: By the way, what’s your fee?
Brian: I haven’t decided yet. I’m thinking a new Under Armor shirt.
Jess: Dude, you do too much work for too little pay.
Brian: I get my payment. The majority of it just isn’t material. I get to witness the greatest scenery on the planet.
Jess: Aww. You’re sweet. Maybe I should do a little thank you speech?
Brian: Sure. But let’s see how popular you get first.
Jess: Yeah good point. I could be a fluke. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for our little ‘growth investment’.
Brian rolled his eyes at the pun Jess threw out as the duo began to research various things to incorporate into their videos. Meanwhile on the other side of the world, in a one bedroom apartment in the heart of Munich, Germany, an old enemy begins to plot her revenge. “Is there anything you can do for me, Ansgar?” Eva said to an elderly gentleman sitting in a recliner eating a warmed up can of beans.
Ansgar: I don’t know Eva. When that girl took your strength and power away, she altered your dna. The fact that you have any enhancements at all is due to the years of you having the muscular physique. When your body went through the metamorphosis, you muscles were broken down and completely rebuilt, harder and stronger. The Gamma source has been completely removed from your body.
Eva: Where did that serum come from anyway, Ansgar?
Ansgar: You know I can’t reveal that to you, liebchen.
Eva: But Ansgar, it’s been close to seventy years.
Ansgar: Eva, What little I was privy to learn in those days as a Hitler Youth, I was sworn by a man I very much respected. And even though he is long dead, I must withhold my promise. I am sorry.
Eva: I understand. You are a good man, Ansgar. You have done so much for me through the years. I won’t ask you to break your promise.
Eva went into the bathroom and closed the door. A small tear formed and fell down her immaculately beautiful face. Filled with rage, Eva raised both of her hands and brought them down forcefully down on the sink, busting it from the wall and turning huge chunks of it into powder. Water flowed from the wall pouring all over the floor. Ansgar ran into the bathroom as quickly as he could and turned the water off. “I-I’m so sorry, Ansgar. I’ll pay for the damage.” Eva said sheepishly. “Do not worry about it, liebchen. You have suffered enough. But you could clean this up for me and I’ll warm you some food.”
Eva: Is there really nothing I can do?
Ansgar: There is one option, but I make no promises that it would work.
Eva: I’ll try anything.
Ansgar: Okay. You must pack your bags. You’re going to Japan.
Ansgar went to get a broom for Eva to begin her task, as Eva sighed in frustration. She looked at herself in the mirror, taking stock of everything that had happened to her in the last couple of weeks. She began to examine herself closely and noticed some grey hair in her flowing blonde locks. “What the fuck?” she uttered before noticing a wrinkle just under her eyes. Eva began to study her face vehemently when Ansgar returned with the broom and dustpan.
Back on this side of the planet, Dean sat in her living room after her evening class had ended saying a silent thank you that her dad had already went to bed, most likely passed out in an alcoholic haze. She turned on the television and began watching an old John Wayne flick. Her cell rang and she answered it, slinking down into the couch. “Hello”
Sherise: Hey. Whassup?
Dean: Nothing much. Just got in. You?
Sherise: Girl, remember how I said I had a hot date tonight?
Dean: Yeah, with some Jock right?
Sherise: Right. John Waterston. he’s on the wrestling team. Tall, dark hair, lean and fit. Total Hottie.
Dean: I think I get the picture.
Sherise: Okay, so anyway, my friend Beth told me I should go out with this guy because I’m new to the school and it would be a chance to get to know some people.
Dean: Pretty good idea.
Sherise: And she’s all, ‘and girl I’m telling you. With that body he can go all night. And he’s packing’ and I’m like, ‘cool! It’s been awhile. So anyway we hang and he’s a pretty cool guy and all so we start to make out and things progress so I decide I’m going to give him a little head.
Dean: Wow.
Sherise: What?
Dean: Nothing. I mean you know this guy for the sum of a couple of hours and you decide he should get some head?
Sherise: God thanks for making me sound like a whore.
Dean: It’s not that, I just…you’re a great person and I don’t think that you have to resort to head to get people to like you.
Sherise: I know that. It’s just complicated. When you move a lot like I do and putting up with my Mom and my Dad is who knows where…I just like to feel a connection to someone or something, you know?
Dean: Yeah I know a little something about that. My mom died when I was 5 and my dad blames me, at least when he’s drunk. All I ever had was my friend Jess and even she betrayed me. But you know what, that’s fine. Because I’m my own person who has her own goals and I’m not going to let anyone dictate to me how I get to them. And that includes being a slave to my emotions.
Sherise: Wow. You should be like Tony Robbins or something.
Dean: Ha! Fuck you.
Sherise: I’m serious. That got me where I live.
Dean: I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Because if you get excited and rush into things with someone, it doesn’t always turn out like you plan.
Sherise: Pretty sound advice. How old did you say you were?
Dean: 23. How about you?
Sherise: I turn19 in…twenty minutes.
Dean: You’re birthday’s tomorrow? Why didn’t you tell me I would have gotten you something.
Sherise: That’s cool. I don’t expect you to get anything for me.
Dean: Well tough. I’m going to anyway. I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow.
Sherise: What for?
Dean: It’s a surprise.
Meanwhile in a dark room, a familiar video is being watched by a tall female in silhouette, making her more angry than she has been in more than a few years. “It appears that I’m not the only one making money on the growth fetish anymore, Cheshire” the woman said to her black cat which she was stroking softly. “looks like I need to drop in on them. Just to see how they’re doing” The statuesque woman wearing an all black negligee stood from her seat and began walking to her kitchen, passing by a table which held all of her mail addressed to one, Mistress Taylor.
2 b continued
Brian