Chapter 14

Woke up with moderate pain in my jaw. Reverberating into my brain. But ... maybe a good pain?

I must have a fresh memory to view. My mouthguard memory device was still in my bag from our trip. Nancy was asleep, lying across my stomach with my cock in her mouth. Thankfully, she did not grind her teeth in her sleep.

I gently pulled her off, and I slid out of the bed without waking her. I shook my head as she smacked her lips in her sleep as I walked over to my bag. Certainly, she was addicted. And yes; I was enjoying the hell out of her submission and enthusiasm.

My mouthguard was black again. I bit down while sitting on the edge of the bed, and suddenly, the scene shifted to an indoor football practice facility. Green turf with yard markings, fifty yards worth plus the end zone. White walls with black trim. A huge emblem dominated the far wall. An insignia originally sketched on a napkin by team founder Lamar Hunt in 1970. Supposedly, he drew inspiration from the oval “SF” logo used by the San Francisco 49ers. I shuddered, suddenly overwhelmed. Strange. Was I getting a memory from Kansas City? How could this be?

An empty chair appeared in front of my view, and an older guy in a bright red and yellow Aloha shirt walked from behind me. As he turned around, my jaw dropped ... Andy Fucking Reid!?!?

“Your Siblings spent a great deal of money on this surprise field carved out below your estate. My belief is they wanted to make sure you didn’t grow soft. They hope you work out here most every day. I’ll hijack this facility to talk to you from time to time.”

“Andy?”

“Uh, yeah ... no, I am Not Andy. I could appear as anything. A silver sphere, giant rectangular obelisk, pyramid-shaped capstone, burning bush, little green man ... hell, even one of the sexy naked girls you are so captivated by. But I chose Andy Reid from your mind. Partly because your Siblings will use him here already. But mostly because I will be your life coach.”

“You’re the benefactor?”

“You got it in one. I’ll make it easy on you. Your Siblings’ simulant of Andy will wear a red Chiefs shirt. When I am here, I will wear these ridiculous Aloha shirts. By the way, the Cymry are not aware that they gave you a direct way to communicate with me with that mouth guard. Might be good not to tell them yet. They can be a jealous, sensitive bunch.”

“Do you talk to them much?”

“I don’t. Thus, they will be little weenies if they know we talk regularly. Soon, though, they will accept you as their leader. That’s the plan at least. Humans! What can you do with them?” Not Andy chuckled at his joke.

“I have so many questions.”

“I have answers, although just a few come at a time. Meet me here later today, and we will talk face to face.”

“Where is ‘here’?”

“Ahh, yes, go to your new bedroom. Open the elevator with your retinal scanner and choose the SB button. It either stands for sub-basement or Super Bowl. Could be either. And ... always come alone.” He chuckled yet again, cracking himself up.

“Your time is yours.”

‘Not Andy’ laughed, and the vision ended.

I removed the mouthguard and crawled back into bed. Only moments later, Nancy’s mouth was back. Damn, she was doing it in her sleep. I drifted off, thinking ... my life is so very weird.

Have you ever dreamed of having to pee really badly? In my dream, I’d be searching for a urinal or toilet in a school bathroom, finding them all occupied. Or worse, nasty water puddled on the floor, and somehow I’d always be barefoot in this dream. Not being gross, I’d keep searching for a dry place to pee. After much frustration, I would finally wake from the dream to discover I really needed to pee in real life. Off to the bathroom, I would go. Is this strange? No, I googled it ... something about a brain-bladder connection.

Anyway, last night, I kept dreaming of blow jobs. Repeatedly. Every time, I’d awaken to Nancy hard at work. I move in bed while I sleep, sleeping on my side some of the night when not pinned down by a woman on each shoulder. Last night, as I moved, Nancy kept up. Once, I rolled almost on my stomach, and her mouth stayed firmly in place.

How many times did I come? I had no idea. It had to be an all time record. By a very large margin. This morning, when I awoke to the dawn’s early light, I had no morning wood, and a mouth still engulfing my flaccid cock. Finally, worn out. It was a unique night.

Needing to actually pee, I extricated myself from Nancy and moved towards the bathroom. Looking back, her mouth moved in a sucking action as she slept. I made a mental note to buy her a pacifier and wondered if they made penis shaped ones.

I showered alone, enjoying the solitude. As I finished in the bathroom, I dressed in a Chiefs Tony Gonzalez, number 88, red jersey and black athletic shorts. It seemed appropriate for where I was visiting later.

A hard spank on Nancy’s ass woke her, and as she showered, I dug to the bottom of the hamper and found a very light blue long sleeve dress shirt that I rarely wore. It was almost transparent. I’d always have to wear a white undershirt that would bleed through. Stupid shirt ... except ... on one of my Siblings it definitely left nothing to the imagination. I tossed the wrinkled shirt on the bed. It would be her uniform for the day.

“Baby girl, are you ready for your spa weekend?” I asked as she put on her one item of clothing. I enjoyed calling this woman, more than twice my age ... baby girl. Somewhere deep in her mind, the residue of pride and arrogance lived on. And calling her baby girl had to tweak just a little humiliation.

“Oh, this smells so much like you! And yes, Master, I am excited for my enhancements and spa weekend. I just wish you were staying with me. Thank you for the shirt.”

Nancy’s mind was in flux. The arrogance, pride and guilt were gone, replaced by absolute devotion to me, and mine. The ultimate sex toy. And yet eventually, I needed a balance to develop, but not too soon, or the pendulum could swing her mind back. Someday in the future, she would become my loyal, bright and balanced confidant.

Maybe. For now, she was just a bubbly, sex starved baby girl.

We ate some remaining pizza and salad for breakfast. The pie was amazing reheated in the oven. I was not barbaric enough to save a few minutes by microwaving.

Nancy, in her six inch ‘fuck me’ red satin high-heeled shoes and see through shirt, was better than naked. She took my arm as we walked across the cobblestone to the main house. Her careful little baby steps and sexy sway amused me.

Yes, I was probably being sadistic and might have to allow four-inch heels when she tended bar for long hours. If she ever fell and hurt herself, I’d feel like crap.

It was a gray, misty day, again in the fifties, but it wouldn’t matter. We’d both be underground for most of the day soon.

Two painters, doing touch up work, dropped their jaws in astonishment as we walked through the long hallway to my bedroom and our elevator transportation to down below.

I pressed the B button, did the retinal scan, and we arrived in the basement level anteroom.

“Z, here are two pairs of goggles.” Medea, the supercomputer AI, told us from a speaker somewhere above. A wall cabinet drawer slid open. I helped Nancy put hers on, put mine on and listened to Nancy marvel about how they disappeared when worn. “Oh, you are only at the beginning of your journey down the rabbit hole, baby girl.”

“How may I be of assistance today, Z?” Medea spoke again brightly.

“I have Nancy with me today. She would like the complete spa weekend experience.”

“Very good, Z. Your toy is in for a treat. One moment, and the door will open.” Medea always called my Siblings toys. Back in Antigua, I directed her to stop. But after she began doing it again, I grew to like it. She also rarely addressed a toy directly. Two snubs that just seemed appropriate during dungeon play.

When the door opened, we walked into a tropical paradise with the sun beginning to rise. A fantastic holodeck experience. Open air breeze, sun, wispy white clouds and blue sky visible instead of basement walls and ceilings.

Nancy squealed and asked, “Where are we. How were we transported?”

“We are still in the basement below the house. This is our new ‘almost a holodeck’ experience.”

“Oh my god! Oh, my fucking god!” Nancy gripped my arm tightly.

Medea appeared and guided us to a large open patio with the air filled with soft calypso music and the scent of saltwater. “By saying spa weekend, do you desire permanent modifications of your toy as well?” Medea inquired.

“Yes, and we’d like the mirror simulant so that we can see the enhancements in advance.”

“Ahh, excellent, you have discussed our new capabilities with Gwen or Gwendolen. I expect she also told you that anything permanent needed to be approved by your toy. And not as a blanket statement, but one by one as we talk of the modifications.”

I nodded. “Yes, Medea, that makes perfect sense.”

“Toy, remove your shirt.” Medea ordered.

I nudged Nancy. “That’s you, baby girl.”

As the forty-something woman removed her shirt and stood naked, Medea asked us to wait a few moments. Suddenly, a simulant popped into existence one foot in front of Nancy, facing her. It scared the shit out of Nancy and startled me too. She screamed and clasped her hands over her eyes. The simulant screamed and mirrored Nancy’s action. “Oh my fucking god, I remember hearing about a mirror image, but that scared the shit out of me,” Nancy gasped. The simulant mirrored Nancy’s words and hand movements.

“Mute the simulant, please, Medea.”

“Done, Z. Apologies. This is new technology. We should probably have the clone-like simulant make a slow walking entrance in the future.”

“Damn, they look absolutely identical.” I said. “Presentation mode, Nancy.”

Nancy obeyed, and we instantly had Nancy and a perfect replica facing each other, with feet spread and tits cupped and lifted. The replica wore a set of Nancy’s high heels to complete the mirror image.

“This is scary, Master.” She said in a little girl voice that sounded completely authentic.

“Baby girl, take a few deep breaths and try to relax.”

“Yes, Master.”

Nancy did as I told her. Her breathing became regular. Her body relaxed. “Good girl.”

“Medea, for demonstration, let’s start with her breasts. Can you show us some extreme options?”

“Certainly, Z. Now, Toy, place your hands at your sides. Allow me to show you what I call ... The Great Pumpkins.”

The mirror image of Nancy’s breasts grew and grew and grew. Nancy gasped in astonishment as the breasts she was watching turned into, well ... pumpkin sized tits.

“That is astonishing! Medea, you can do that?”

“Not right away, Z. Your toy’s skin simply could not stretch that far in a short amount of time. But over many weeks, yes, she could look like that.”

“Do you have other options?”

“Yes, Z. This would give your toy a lot of attention too. I call them torpedo tits.”

Mirror image Nancy’s breasts returned to normal, then grew almost straight outwards, further and further. I could instantly see why they’d be called torpedo tits.

The real Nancy’s mouth gaped open. I held back my laughter and asked Nancy, “Which do you prefer, baby girl?”

“Oh Master. I will proudly become whatever you desire. But ... but ... but may I be honest for a moment?” Tears were forming in her eyes.

“Oh course, baby girl.”

“I was hoping for more ... natural enhancements, Master.”

The laughter I had stifled escaped. Then I choked it off and became serious. “I played a little joke on you, Nancy. Transforming you into a cartoon character is not my intention. I don’t want you just going along with what I seem to want for your body modifications. We shall choose together. If you decide you want no enhancements at all ... that is your choice.”

Nancy wiped away tears under her eyes with the index fingers of both hands and smiled. “Thank you, Master. I’d love to be more beautiful and sexy for you and your Siblings and guests. I’d just like to remain more natural.”

Medea weighed in. “We can do natural, Z. In fact, we can do a great deal, and it makes recovery much faster.”

“For breasts, what can you do that requires no implants or surgery?” I asked.

The simulant’s breasts went back to a mirror image of Nancy’s as Medea spoke. “Your toy already has remarkably pretty breasts for her age. We can correct the slight sagging and even do a little more lift and make them perkier. Your toy’s breast tissue can even grow by a quarter to a third. Allow me to demonstrate.”

The simulants’ tits moved higher and slowly expanded. Those nipples pointed straight out horizontally. Mirror image Nancy smiled. I looked at the real Nancy. She had a matching smile on her face. “Can I touch them, she asked?”

Medea replied, “Yes, of course, you and your toy may touch. I have now turned off matching movements on the simulant.”

Nancy felt her mirror image’s breasts and said in delight. “Oh my god, these feel so damn perfect.”

I grabbed a free breast and smiled. “Can we extend her nipples and keep them permanently erect?”

“Z, we can certainly lengthen and thicken them naturally by up to fifty percent, maybe a little more, and keep them permanently erect.”

Medea made it so on the simulant. This time, my jaw dropped. Mirror image Nancy was so damn sexy. The long, thick erect pink nipples on her larger perky tits were stunning. “What do you think, Nancy?” I asked.

Nancy shuddered. “I’m getting so wet, looking at my own tits, or what they can become, Master. Permanently erect will be so embarrassing, but I expect I will get used to the attention.”

“In that case, Z, might I suggest making the erect effect temporary. They will return to normal within six months. Your toy could have it again for another six months, or make them permanent.”

“That sounds wonderful, Master.”

“Perfect, then. We agree. What’s next, Medea.”

“Skin! We can give your toy the skin of a twenty-year-old. She will have firm, bouncy, elastic skin. The treatment almost eliminates wrinkles and fine lines. Your toy will probably need to return every six months for follow-up treatments.”

The mirror image Nancy transformed. Nancy stepped forward and ran her hands along her replica’s body.

“Oh, that is amazing!” Nancy smiled.

“Next, let’s talk hair.” Medea said.

“Permanent removal except on her head.” I stated.

Nancy nodded.

“Now, let me flip through some hairstyles. With your toy’s current pixie cut, I’d suggest some color options.”