Chapter 15: Distractions

Whisper didn't give me much of a chance to think on what she said while sitting still. She got up and tugged on my hand. "Come on. I need a shower."

"What happened to the woman not wanting any hanky-panky and who are you?" I asked as I got up and followed.

"Ral, please. Like I said, I didn't say it wasn't allowed, you did. And I'm a grown woman. I can make my own decisions about these things."

"Then what was with all the checks and changes and 'crap!'?" I had tried to imitate her shock when she learned she had my mark.

"I honestly didn't think it could happen that quickly. I knew that if I continued to be the only woman around you then it would happen. I just ... I don't know. Wasn't entirely ready for it."

"And now, all at once, you are?"

She nodded, smiling.

We were in the bathroom. She bent over and turned on the water, adjusting it to a temperature she liked. All the while, she held my hand. It was possible I was keeping her from completely losing it.

I, however, was not so sure I was ready for what was happening. With each of my previous women, with the exception of the very first ones, I knew what was going on. I knew that I was binding them to me for one reason or another. It was never simply because I needed sex. Suddenly Whisper, naked and almost giggly, is standing in front of me perfectly accepting of the reason for our being bound.

Was I just a pessimist? Did I really expect something to go wrong? Yes. If I kept her, I would grow to care for her, just like the others. I would worry about her, especially with us being involved in whatever this scheme was. Neither of us really knew what was happening, but I knew it was going to be dangerous. Why her being bound to me while facing it made it worse than when she hadn't been bound to me, I didn't know. I guess I felt responsible, but she came to me asking for help and offering to help at the same time. I offered her the help she requested and accepted the help she offered. We had agreed to face this together.

What bothered me more was that Renée had offered to stay and help in any way she could and I had turned her down. Talking about hypocritical. I was going back on what I had promised myself: that I wouldn't let any of my girls get involved. I wanted them safe, and now, through her manipulation of events, Whisper was right in the middle of the storm with me, and she was bound to me.

Yet, for whatever reason, I still didn't consider Whisper to be mine, like I did my other girls.

"Hey?" Whisper looked up at me. "You're doing a lot of thinking. What about?"

I sighed. What to tell her and what not to?

"And don't go trying to hold anything back. I may not have any of the nifty abilities you have, but I've learned what you do when something's bothering you. You hold back. You bottle up. None of that. Out with it."

I was mildly surprised by her forwardness. Again, there might have been nothing I could have hidden from her. "I'm worried."

She cocked her head to the side. "About... ?"

"A lot of things." I sighed again. "I sent Renée to the airport after she had offered to help me. I was more concerned with her safety than her ability to help." I then looked directly into Whisper's eyes. "And here I am, with another woman bound to me, willingly, and she's right in the middle of the storm helping just as Renée had offered."

"Don't do this to yourself, Ral. You have every right to worry about her and me and the others, but honestly you don't have the right to tell us what we can and cannot do."

I nodded. "You're right. I don't, but that doesn't help me worrying."

"There's something else too. What is it?"

I looked at her again. "Us. This new bond. Why?"

"Why what?"

"I knew why I was binding all my other girls to me, with the exception of the very first ones, But you. I could try to explain it away, but this was nothing more than my need for sex."

"Why does there have to be a reason?"

"Because there should be more to it than just ... sex."

"Has it ever occurred to you that sometimes people just need sex?"

"I'm never short on that!"

"Until today. Now stop this. I've seen your arguments with your girls about all of this. I thought you said you found a way to finally accept it all?"

"I did, or have. Renée told me about them all wanting to get married. I thought I couldn't do that because I could only legally marry one of them. I couldn't just pick one and have that special time with only them. It wouldn't be fair to the others. What I didn't think of was what it meant to them. Not the legality of it, but the ceremony, the decorations, the dress, the rings. Until Renée and I talked about it this morning, I didn't think it would happen. But they had already worked out the idea of still having all of that, only not worrying about the paperwork."

Whisper watched me as I talked. I could feel her emotions shift. There was some jealousy there, but it was quickly silenced by her other emotions. The bond between us was helping to shape her emotionally for her part in our family. It was so subtle I never thought I would notice, but I did. Part of me wanted to break the bond, to point out that she was being manipulated by my abilities. Another part of me refused, and it supported its reasoning with Whisper's prior knowledge of how my ties with my other girls made things work and she still chose to do what she did.

My abilities weren't through either. As I took in fine detail of Whisper's eyes, nose and lips from only inches away, I felt her press against me. A glance down told me that she hadn't moved closer but had grown. Her belly was distended with a baby. I could feel it kicking. Whisper smiled and rubbed the side of her belly, proud to be carrying my child. Her breasts were huge, full of milk that leaked from her nipples in steady drops.

I had seen my other girls in similar visions. They were so very real that it took some effort to understand that they were not yet pregnant. I had to shake myself to make the sight go away, but instead it was replaced with Whisper holding onto me, wearing what she had left of her wedding gown: gloves, stockings, a veil, and garter belt. She was, again, exalted to be with me, most especially right after the ceremony.

I shook my head more deliberately. Whisper was still there, but back to her pale, slender nude self. The back-to-back visions must have stopped me from speaking all together, because she was asking, "Ral? What's wrong?"

The concern on her face was eloquent. I didn't bother answering her questions, but simply leaned down and kissed her lips. It wasn't the insistent kiss I had earlier, but gentle and loving.

Whisper gripped my hand tightly in hers and our kiss became more passionate. When we pulled away, she still had her eyes closed and swooned.

"I think I will stop arguing about this with myself now," I said softly.

Her eyes fluttered open. Softly she asked, "What changed your mind?"

"I've had visions with my other girls. Images of them pregnant and or wearing wedding dresses. My abilities are evolving so much, I'm fighting just to keep up and I think it's making me lash out at those who don't deserve it."

I leaned in for another kiss saying, "my apologies." This time, Whisper came up on to tip-toes to meet me.

The bond between us was already strong enough that I could feel her emotions stronger and the tingling in her breasts as she pressed to me. She was getting more and more aroused the longer we were together. I felt her tension building up too and it wasn't from the issues that brought about our face-to-face meeting, but the last fifteen minutes. It turns out, I had been wrong about her being sated before she removed her 'Tanya' disguise.

She stepped back from me, her lips leaving mine last. Her breathing was heavier and the look in her eyes told me she was more than ready for something other than just a quick shower. Her hand was still holding mine. With a slight tug from her, I followed.

The water was very warm but not hot. There would be steam when we finished, and not just from the water.

Whisper pulled up a leg and hooked it on my hip as I pressed her to the wall. Our lips found each other's and we both wanted the use of both hands to feel the other's body.

Whisper was lean, a wisp of a woman. Her pale skin had already made me think of her as a ghost, but the feel of her tiny waist and slim hips made me afraid of hurting her.

I was apparently not being as aggressive with her as she liked. "Ral, don't you dare think I'll break." Her lips immediately resealed to mine.

"Can you hear me?" I thought. I waited but she didn't respond. Finally I pulled from the kissing. "I am strong enough to hurt you though I've learned very fine control over that. The issue though is your size versus mine." I pressed my hips and hardening prick against her to make my point.

She gasped and pushed against me so she could see. I turned and her hand went straight to the meat of the problem. Instantly she had a much better idea of what could happen. She hadn't really worried about my size before because she hadn't intended to do any inserting. At least, not enough to worry about. Now though, her body was primed for it. She wanted me in her, but her body could not possibly take what I had. Certainly not all of it.

"You've changed your girls so you don't have to worry about how gentle you are with them, do the same for me, please." That last word was mostly her breath as she shivered while feeling me up.

I nodded and slid my hand down, over her bottom and to the heated and wet areas she was most interested in having adjusted. I pulled her to me as if to pick her up and she grabbed my shoulders for support. Looking deep into her eyes, I watched as she groaned and shivered while my ability passed into her and made those adjustments she requested.

Once again, however, I found that I wasn't in full control of what happened. Normally, my ability to mold flesh followed my deeper desires for what should happen. Most of the time, my conscious desires were the same, but in moments like this it was embarrassing to know what I had really wanted.

Whisper opened her eyes again. If I was right, the feel of my power passing into her had made her orgasm. She looked at me as if it was a good start. However, her expression changed, both because of my expression and what she was feeling with her body.

Both of us looked down.

Whisper's breasts bulged where she was pressed against me. I could also feel that her hips had widened and filled out more. Before I had been able to grab nearly a full cheek, now it filled my hand generously.

I let her go and stepped back. She was still looking down at herself. Her breasts were much larger; not as big as some of my girls, but much bigger than they had been. Her tummy was still just as tight, her waist just as narrow but it flared out to wide hips and fuller thighs.

I swallowed and stepped out of the shower completely. Whisper looked up at me. She didn't say anything but she did follow me.

The mirror in the bathroom was a big panel mirror that covered most of the wall both over the toilet and sink. I continued watching Whisper as she turned and looked at her reflection.

She just stared.

I stammered, "I ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen ... I didn't realize..."

She looked up at me but she didn't look angry. She looked surprised. "I knew you could do this. I mean, I remember when you did this to Yvonne. Master PC showed the additional code you added and all the alterations to the measurements of her body." She looked at her reflection again, taking in more detail. She hefted one breast, dropped it and hefted the other. "I knew it was very real, but didn't realize how profound it would be..."

Ultimately, I was nervous and scared about what she would conclude. I shouldn't have cared what she thought but I did. For whatever reason, I was scared that she would turn on me and demand that I turn her back and then leave. Instead she looked back up at me and asked, "What's wrong now?"

I closed my eyes. Her eyes were still that light blue. She still had that eerie beauty only with more curves which made her eerily erotic to see. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

I felt her hand on my chest and instantly I calmed down. She was calm too. There was some concern to her but nothing overwhelming. "Ral, look at me."