(This is my first foray into science fiction in this forum.)
Introduction
My name is Tom. I am a nuclear physicist. I am currently employed doing some experimental research financed by a group of wealthy investors. The goal was to find a way to shrink objects, ship them, then restore those objects to their original when they arrived at their final destination. This was to save on transportation costs. The ultimate goal was to ship 5 to 6 truckloads of items in a single truck. The whole project came about from my doctoral thesis (dissertation).
STORY
I arrived home from work on Friday after a frustrating week. The other two project leaders had blindly rushed the experiment forward, without taking the small incremental steps a good experimentalist would take. The experiments that week had gone badly wrong. Some of the equipment had problems. Some had severe electrical failures and now would need to be repaired or replaced. Some was completely destroyed. There was nothing that could be done this weekend until the technicians could repair or replace the equipment. My phone rang. I answered.
“Tom. I am on my way home,” said Megan, my girlfriend. “Remember you promised to make beef stroganoff tonight.”
“Yes, I remember,” I said with a little irritation. “How long until you get here?”
“About 30 minutes,” Megan answered.
“Ok, I will get started. See you soon,” I said. “Love you!”
“Love you too,” she said before hanging up.
BACKGROUND
Megan also had a doctorate, but hers was in microbiology. We had met in college. We talked and sometimes had lunch with a group of other post graduate students. We never dated until after we had both obtained our doctorates. We happened to rent apartments in the same building. In fact we were on the same floor, but our apartments were several doors apart. I happened to notice when she and her girlfriend, Nancy, were moving into the building and offered to help. They were very appreciative. Nancy’s boyfriend had been going to help them move along with one of his buddies. However, he broke up with her a week before the move. They had no one else to turn to so they were moving themselves.
Both women were very good looking, athletic, and would have been able to finish by themselves. However things were taking longer than they had planned. I was able to help them finish before dark. After everything was in their apartment and the furniture was in place and setup they invited me out for dinner. I don’t count that as my first date with Megan, but we started dating soon after that. When our annual leases were up we bought a house together and moved in.
BACK TO STORY
I struggled to my feet and walked to kitchen. I verified that we had all ingredients needed. I was sure we did because Megan had picked up what we needed the night before. I chopped the onions and sliced the mushrooms. I sautéed them in a little butter and beef bouillon. While this was happening I sliced the sirloin steak. I put the onion and mushrooms aside and seared the beef in the now empty pan. When the meat was done I stirred in all the remaining ingredients and let them simmer. I filled a pot with water and a little salt and set in on the stove to come to a boil. I thought about the stroganoff simmering, slowly cooking, the meat getting tender, and the flavors intermingling.
“Hi honey,” came Megan’s voice after she opened the door. “Smells good!”
“Thanks,” I responded. “I am about to boil the noodles.”
I put the noodles in the boiling water. In a few minutes the noodles were tender and ready. I drained the noodles and set the table. Megan sat down. I put the food on the table. Megan served herself. I was still thinking about the simmering of the food.
“Honey are you alright?” she asked.
“Y.yes I am. I was just thinking about something,” I answered.
I served myself and we both enjoyed the meal. There was very little conversation, most of which was initiated by Megan.
“Something happened at work, didn’t it?” Megan asked. “You are really distracted and quiet.”
“Yes. A lot of equipment was damaged or destroyed today,” I said. “I know it didn’t need to happen. We moved too fast. The other two project leaders just want to produce results. They have stopped using their brains and just rush forward. They are simply hoping to get lucky.”
“What are you going to do? What can you do?” Megan asked.
“I don’t know. I guess I am going to talk to the representative of the financial investors,” I said.
“I can tell you think you know what went wrong,” Megan said.
“Well I am not sure. But when I was making the stroganoff tonight I thought about the way I needed to slowly simmer it. The other project leaders insisted on using full power during the experiment,” I said.
“Can you explain to me again what you are trying to do and how you think you can do it?” Megan asked.
“The object is to be able to shrink an object to a small amount of it’s original size. To do this we must decrease the charge of the electrons and protons in the atoms. This would cause the orbit of the electrons to become closer to the nucleus of the atom and increase the speed of the electrons. This would cause the atoms in the object to move more closely together,” I responded. “Does that make some sense?”
“Yes. At a high level, of you make the atoms smaller, you make the object smaller,” she answered.
“Yes. But we also need to restore the object to it’s original size by reversing the process,” I explained. “We have found two electromagnetic waves, one affecting the electrons and the other affecting to protons. We have had limited success with a couple of liquids, however solid objects have just exploded, been deformed, or hopelessly twisted and shattered,” I explained. “My colleagues just want to bombard the object with all the radiation we could. This is what caused the damage to the equipment today. A small piece of metal exploded. Shrapnel scattered throughout the test chamber.”
“What do you think needs to be done?” Megan asked.
“From observing the stroganoff tonight, I thinks slow and steady may be the answer,” I answered.
“How are you going to make that happen?” she asked.
One of the things I loved about Megan was to force me to step logically through a situation and come to a conclusion. Then encourage me to follow through.
“I am going to prepare my weekly status and present it to the project representative in person instead of through email. I will propose that I get 3 weeks to run the project without interference from the other 2,” I replied.
She came over put her arms around me and gave me huge sensual kiss.
“Leave the dishes. Let’s go to the bedroom for your reward,” she said as she stood, grabbed my hand, and led me down the hall to the bedroom.
She knew sex, a reward, would cement my decision. Because if I did not follow through afterward I would feel like I was letting her down. Since Megan had taken the lead I waited for her to make the next move. In the bedroom she turned and faced me. One of her hands rubbed the front of my pants. “Mmm” I responded. Her other hand started working my belt buckle.
I remembered the first time she tried to unfasten my belt. Even with two hands she was all thumbs. She had struggled to get it unbuckled. Finally she had accomplished her goal.
Tonight, however, her expert fingers had easily unfastened the belt, unbuttoned my pants, and had unzipped them. They fell to my ankles. Her first hand was now working on me through my underwear.
“You can participate too!” she said.
I quickly unbuttoned her blouse, pushed it off her shoulders, and then down her arms. She moved her hand from my groin and her blouse dropped to the floor. She immediately put her hand back on the cotton fabric covering my now growing penis. I reached around her and unhooked her bra. I slipped the straps off her shoulders it dropped down with the one strap around her wrist like a bracelet. Megan tossed the bra aside. I loved looking at Megan with her brown wavy hair cascading down to just above her nipples. Her breasts were special, large and perky. I licked my lips in anticipation of kissing and sucking on her protruding nipples. Our eyes locked on each others. I don’t know what she saw in mine, but I saw her brown eyes sparkling back at me with love. She was busy unbuttoning my shirt. I was busy with her skirt. Soon both of these joined the other clothing on the floor. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her pantyhose and panties. Hers were hooked under the waistband of my underwear. We pulled down in unison. My eyes moved to her trimmed pubic hair and pussy. She was concentrating on my manhood pointing straight at it’s ultimate goal. She worked her pantyhose and panties off her feet. I managed to work my socks and underwear off. She pushed me backward and guided me toward the bed. With one last push I was lying on my back on the bed with my legs bent at the knees and dangling toward the floor. Megan quickly dropped to her knees. I felt her hot breath on the tip on my rod, then her moist, supple lips kissing around the head.
(Flashback)
My mind drifted off to the past. Megan and I had dated for almost 3 months before we had sex for the first time. I surmised early on that Megan was somewhat inexperienced and somewhat reticent in the “lovemaking” department. It wasn’t until our third date before she let me kiss her goodnight. On our fifth date we went on a nature walk after dinner. She let me hold her hand. The physical relationship wasn't required. It was a pleasure to be with her. We had wonderfully intelligent conversations on a variety of subjects. We played games, attended events, or just listened to music. Then at the end of one date after 3 months we were walking up to the apartment building and she asked if she could come to my apartment. This was unusual because I would usually take her to her apartment, sometimes I was invited in, but only when her roommate was there. When we got to my apartment we went inside and sat on the couch. I got us a couple bottles of water. We started kissing and things became more intense. After about 15 minutes she whispered in my ear, “I want to make love to you tonight.” That was the first time we became physical. She told me that she had been on the pill for over a month now. I realized she had planned for this night, just as she planned nearly everything that was important to her. I also discovered how inexperienced she was. She wasn't a virgin, but had only “gone all the way twice”. She told me both of those times had been bad experiences. Through the next several months I went slow with her and guided her, slowly expanding her experience and confidence. She had certainly come a long way in the last 18 months.
(Back to present)
As her fingers toyed with my balls her lips and tongue were expertly working their way down my rod. I moaned and she giggled. She knew how much I enjoyed it. Once she had taken as much of me in her mouth as she could she created a good suction before moving her head up and down. She moved slowly at first, then quickened her pace. Her tongue, lips, mouth, and fingers worked in practiced coordination. I groaned and moaned almost continuously as the pressure built inside me. I couldn’t hold back and exploded into her mouth several times before I was finished. Megan had learned to take it all and swallow it. She claimed she loved the taste. However from my experience of the first time I came in her mouth it was an acquired taste. The first time she had rushed to the bathroom to spit it out and wash out her mouth.
As I recovered Megan moved up on the bed and lay down. It was now her turn to be pleasured. After recovering I moved up between her legs and up to her mouth. We kissed deeply. I tasted the hint of my semen. I moved to her neck finding the places on each side that I knew were sensitive and pleasant for her. She squealed and squirmed as I knew she would when I hit the right spots. I moved lower putting my fingers on one breast and my lips on the other. Megan breathed deep and held it making her breasts more firm. I rolled her nipple between my fingers. I sucked her other nipple intensely. I loved her nipples. They were longer than any other girl I had been with. They seemed to be more sensitive also. Anything I did with them caused her to moan and sigh loudly. I moved my mouth over to the other nipple. I nibbled it to a squeal and squirm from her.
“You know what I want now!” she said firmly.
Yes I knew. But she wasn’t going to get it immediately. Once I was satisfied with teasing her nipples I ventured lower. I kissed down her stomach to her navel. I sucked her navel into my mouth. She had somewhat of shallow indentation. I darted my tongue in and out a few times before pressing it firmly into her. She squirmed and squealed again. It was music to my ears.
“Please, please, don’t make me wait,” she pleaded.
I decided to get down to business. I moved down to her light brown trimmed bush. Then to her plump pussy lips, engorged and hot. My tongue traced her opening, sliding along it’s length several times. I pushed my tongue in almost feeling a release of steam. I used my fingers to hold her lips open allowing my tongue to explore her depths. I dipped into love hole to another round of squeals and squirms. I knew she wanted more. My tongue moved up to her love button while I inserted a finger into her. First knuckle, second knuckle, then to the base it went. My tongue circle her clit. Moans and groans came from Megan. I slipped a second finger into her.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she encouraged.
I went full bore on her clit as I began moving my fingers in and out of her with purpose. Her breathing quickly became erratic. I knew her explosion wasn’t far away. She took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled before her body trembled and began to spasm. I quickly moved up over her. I positioned my rod and drove it deep into her in one thrust. I felt her vaginal walls squeeze and relax around me. Megan loved it when I did this, she said it made her orgasm more intense. It felt good to me also being able to hold her as her orgasm controlled her body. I felt so connected to her.
Before her orgasm completely subsided Megan said, “Go!”.
I started thrusting in and out of her. She began to breath in short breaths. From experience I knew she was building to another orgasm. My goal was to climax with her. Her vaginal walls tightened around me giving me the friction I needed. I knew she was holding off as best she could. I was on the edge and made a final thrust deep into before I exploded into her. Her orgasm overtook her. We both moaned in ecstasy and were panting. After we recovered we each took a quick shower and went to bed. As usual we were nude and fell asleep in each others arms.
The weekend went by. I wrote my formal status report, but this time I was going to deliver it in person. Monday morning I went to Jack Miller’s office. He represented the financial investors. I arrived early just after 7:00. I knew Jack was not in until closer to 7:30. Bob and John, the other project leads were never in before 8:00 and usually later on Mondays. I sat outside his office. His administrative assistant was always in promptly at 8:00, so I had time alone to go through my approach with Jack while I waited. Jack came around the corner quickly and stopped suddenly.
“Tom, what’s wrong?” Jack asked.
“Can we talk in your office?” I answered.
“Sure!” Jack said as he went into his office.
I followed closing the door behind me. He started making a pot of coffee before he sat down at his desk. I sat down then he did also.
“Is this about the equipment?” Jack asked. “I was informed Friday by Bruce.”
Bruce was the lead technical coordinator.
Jack continued, “The technicians are already working to repair and replace what was damaged. We always knew that there would be a high potential for damage. Everything is expected to be operational by 1:00 this afternoon.”
“The damage is related to what I wish to discuss with you,” I started.
I went on the explain my concerns with the approach that Bob and Mike were imposing on the project and how inflexible they were to alternatives. I asked for 3 weeks without interference from the other 2. I stated that if I didn’t have some positive results by the end of the 3 weeks, that he could make the decision on how to move forward from that point. Jack sat back and appeared deep in thought. He got up and filled his coffee cup. He asked if I wanted a cup. I declined. I drank Mountain Dew for my caffeine. He sat down and took a couple small sips. He leaned back in his chair. He stared at me intently.
“You truly believe you need to lead this alone?” Jack asked in a tone which indicated he wasn’t looking for a answer.
After a multiple minute silence he said, “I can have Bob and Mike take time of with pay, but only for 2 weeks. Will 2 weeks work?”
I considered the option quickly and then agreed. Jack said he would tell Bob and Mike when arrived, that they would be taking two weeks of paid vacation. Jack wanted in person updates each Friday and would decide future direction of the project on the second Friday. I quickly disappeared into my office and locked the door. I left the lights off giving the appearance that I was not in. I carefully plotted out the tests for the next 2 weeks. I decided to skip any remaining tests with liquids to cut a number of days off the testing duration to make up for not having 3 weeks. I knew this violated my systematic approach, but we already had some success with liquids.
When I was sure Bob and Mike had come and gone I got the team together to discuss the changes in the testing process. I informed them we would start at 1:00 after the technicians were done.
Our first test was with a 2-inch (5-centimeter), sphere of aluminum. I picked this because the spherical shape could contract (or expand) evenly maintaining the same shape. I chose aluminum because it was cheap. I had a dozen identical spheres. We set up for the first test. I set the power of the electromagnetic waves to 5%, the minimum power possible.
With everything set everyone got out of the test room and behind the protective shielding. The test was started. Nothing happened for several seconds. Then the sphere started vibrating. After a couple of minutes there was a visible change. The sphere was getting smaller. After 15 minutes it was about half of the original size. I had the equipment turned off. I had everyone wait an additional 15 minutes. I was concerned the sphere may rapidly return to it’s original size or explode sending shrapnel throughout the test room. Only then did one of the testing team go in and place the sphere in a container. A second sphere was placed in position and we repeated the test with the same results. We then ran the test with two spheres at the same time and ran the test for a longer duration. We were able to shrink these spheres to one third the original size. During the remainder of the afternoon we shrunk spheres to 1/4th and 1/6th of their original size. I popped some champagne and the team celebrated. I stored all of the spheres in the vault before leaving for the day. I called Megan to let her know I was on my way home and we were going out to dinner to celebrate the success.
Megan was exuberant. She ran out to the meet me and jumped into my arms, almost knocking me over. She kissed me long and hard, not giving me a chance to speak. I became aroused with my stiff member putting a definite tent in my pants. My poker pressed firmly against her womanhood.
“Are you sure you are interested in dinner?” Megan snickered.
“Yes, yes,” I returned squeezing her breast playfully. “Maybe we can have dessert later.”
I flooded her with information on the short drive to the restaurant. We had a wonderful dinner. Megan could tell I was anxious to tell her more about everything, but I had to limit what I said in public. I am glad I had pushed Megan to get a security clearance for the project. It helped to have someone I could talk to when I got frustrated. We finished dinner and Megan wanted dessert. I knew that this probably meant no sex tonight. Not that I needed more excitement in this day. On the way home I answered her questions until she asked one that stopped me cold.
“What about restoring things to there original size?” she asked.
I paused so far we had concentrated on shrinking things. We had theorized on restoring objects, we had completed the designs, but the equipment was still being constructed.
“We need to perform extensive analysis on the objects we have reduced in size before we try to restore them,” I finally said hoping this would satisfy her.
“You can’t fool me. I know you need to analyze what you have done first, but I know you haven’t spent as much time on the reversal process,” she stated firmly.
“You are right. The build of the equipment was supposed to have been completed by now, however the tech team has had to repair and replace some of the reduction equipment due to Bob and Tom’s brute force methods took its toll,” I said. “I am glad they are gone for 2 weeks.”
“Oh you didn’t get 3 weeks?” Megan said in a scolding tone.
“No I was only given 2, but I will get it extended with continued success,” I returned.
I made a mental note to talk to Jack in the morning. He had left at noon today to speak to the investors. Megan and I arrived home, both too full to want to do anything but listen to some music. I almost decided to remind her of last night’s dishes, but if I wanted any chance of bedroom activities tonight I thought better of it. Megan asked for some water so I went to the kitchen to get it. First thing I noticed was that last night’s dishes were not visible. I opened the dishwasher and saw them in there. I returned with the water. Megan gave me a seductive thank you. A short time later Megan announced she was going to bed. I told her I would be in after I turned things off and locked up. When I got to the bedroom She had already undressed, gotten into bed, and assumed her sleeping position on her side. I undressed, got into bed, then spooned up to her backside. She was so warm and soft. Our bodies melted into each other. I wrapped my top arm around her breasts felling her firm breasts and nipples pressing into my arm. I lay there reveling in feeling of her body against mine. My penis stiffened pushing between her butt cheeks. Megan stirred. I think she had been close to going to sleep.
“Oh, I forgot you were looking for ‘dessert' earlier,” Megan said. “Would you settle for my mouth. I’m still too full from supper to have you inside me.”
FLASHBACK
I thought back to when we had started having sex. Megan had had limited sexual experience before we met. Her first positive experiences with me. We started with traditional intercourse with minimal foreplay. Her strong religious upbringing made her resistant to more. Once sex became a regular part of our relationship I frankly pushed the boundaries. I began touching and caressing her private parts with my fingers. She continued to respond positively. She slowly responded with some touching and caressing of her own. I can still remember her trepidation, then enjoyment of handling my penis the first time. The next night she did her first hand job. She squealed in delight as my semen shot into the air landing mostly on my stomach, but some on her hand. She studied it, smelled it, then tasted it hesitantly. The smile that crossed her face melted my heart. I moved on to kissing her in places where she had never been kissed before. Her enjoyment inspired her to return the favor. Soon she became a expert at fellatio.
BACK TO STORY
“Would you mind if I gave you a quick blow job?” she asked.
She had definitely become an expert so I was happy to have her do it. I rolled on my back and soon I felt her hot breath, then moist lips on the tip of my penis. Her lips enveloped the head. Her tongue savored me in her mouth. Then the suction started pulling blood into the already engorged, sensitive head. I resisted the string urge to push deeper into her mouth. I had discovered that allowing her to be in control it became a more pleasurable experience. She took more and more of me into her tropical cavern. With more than half of me in her mouth. I reached the opening to her throat. I slide down her throat without her choking. Her head began to bob and I knew I was not going to last long. I held off for all of 15 seconds before erupting down her throat. When I stopped pulsing she slowly withdrew sucking any remaining semen out of me. She audibly swallowed.
“Congratulations, honey,” she said. “I’ll take a raincheck for my desert.”
She rolled back into her sleeping position. I again spooned with her.
“Thank you, honey,” I whispered into her ear as she drifted off to sleep.
I joined her in dreamland a few minutes later.
The next day I stopped at Jack's office. He had been out of the office yesterday afternoon. I wanted to tell him about yesterday’s success in person.
“Tom, I heard about your success yesterday,” he said as I walked in.
I took him to the secured vault and showed him what we had done. We discussed expediting the building of the reversal equipment while testing and analysis of the reducing object was completed. The test chambers had been completed together, so only the equipment was needed. Jack was going to push the build team along and determine what obstacles they had.
I met with the test and analysis teams to layout the goals for the remainder of the week. The test team was going to test with different shaped objects, a cube, a cylinder, a ring, and an irregular shape. After those we would move on to fruit, apple, orange, banana, and a watermelon. This was to be followed by a night crawler, a cockroach, and a tarantula. I wanted to move on to white rats after that, but we would see. I let a trusted member of the testing team take charge of moving the testing forward.
I directed the analysis team directly. We weighed all spheres, the original ones and the ones the had been reduced in size. All spheres weighed the same, within a negligible difference, no matter what reduction factor they had experienced. We all noticed the smaller the spheres the colder they felt to the touch. Obviously the condensed spheres were not colder, but they absorbed heat more readily. We measured density. Nothing unexpected. The next step was viewing using an electron microscope. With this we could actually see the atoms of the smaller spheres were closer and closer as the size was reduced. The smaller spheres were shinier and more reflective. We took one of each pair of spheres that were the same size and determined hardness and melting point. Hardness presented no surprises it increased in proportion to the density. Melting points were a surprise. As we got near the melting point the shrunken spheres appeared to start to sweat. The normal sphere began to liquify from the bottom as normal. The other spheres melted by drops rolling down their sides and pooling at the bottom. When completely melted every sphere left a “puddle” about the same size and depth. Further study indicated the aluminum had changed to it’s original atomic structure no matter what the reduced volume was.
On Wednesday I decided that Thursday we would start the experiments with the insects, skipping the fruit for now. I did not talk to Megan about this, I had discovered that this was a sensitive subject. She was extremely sympathetic and empathetic. Thursday morning I was nervous with excitement. I had asked the technical team earlier in the week for the ability to reduce the minimum power to 1% of maximum, instead of the current 5%. The technical lead confirmed that morning that the change had been made. I selected a cockroach from group of 3 that had died the day before. It took until noon to make sure everything was set properly. Again we had a large group watching through the window to the test chamber and a larger group on the view screen. I heard later that there was a bet on the result. We started the bombardment at 1% of maximum. Nothing happened for what felt like a very long time. Then almost imperceptibly the size of the roach changed. We watched for the next 35 minutes until the roach was half of it’s original size. The equipment other than the cameras were shut down. We waited another 30 minutes before recovering the roach. I had brought in the entomologist we had hired for just this situation. While the team reset the test chamber, she did an external examination of the roach. No abnormalities were discovered. I left her to perform a dissection on the roach. I took a second dead roach and repeated the test. Same result. The entomologist reported that aside from requiring more pressure to cut into the roach nothing appeared unusual inside the roach. She left to examine the second roach. After the test chamber had been reset, we performed the test on a live roach. The roach survived and was able to move around after the equipment was shut down. The entomologist reported that this roach was also “normal”. It was now late in the day and after things were reset I had the team leave for the day. I stopped in Jack’s office with the roach.
“Tom, I heard you did it. A live roach,” he said. “Is this it?”
I handed him the container with the roach and he watched it move around for a couple of minutes.
“Is it unharmed?” Jack asked.
“The entomologist examined it and said it was ‘normal',” I explained.
“Wonderful! Are you moving on to the tarantula and white rat tomorrow?” Jack queried.
Even though I was planning to go to go back to the fruit, I responded, “Yes! That is the plan.”
“Good. Do you need more time without the other two?” he asked. “I can put them on indefinite furlough.”
We agreed on that plan. I left for home.
When I arrived I told Megan the wonderful news and about the test results.
“I am not so happy that you have to test on animals,” Megan said. “But the logical part of me knows it is necessary. I am proud of you!”
I made her supper. We couldn’t stop talking about the success I had had. We talked while we ate and for hours afterward.
“I have you to thank for pushing me to get Bob and Mike out for awhile. They are now out indefinitely,” I told her.
She smiled back at me. One of those smiles where you know she was going to ask for something.
“I am looking for dessert tonight,” Megan said almost matter-of-factly.
It took me a second to realize what she meant.
I smiled back at her and asked, “Now or later?”
She took my hand and lead me to the bedroom. We undressed each other quickly and embraced pressing our firmly together.
BACK STORY
When Megan and I first started having a physical relationship, it was nearly always up to me to initiate or suggest it. Slowly over time she began to take the initiative more and more often. I think this is partially because I never pressured her if she was hesitant. I never wished to force her into sex. Our relationship was and is about much more than sex. Megan had actually turned from being very passive to aggressive at times. I appreciated this knowing that she enjoyed the physical side of our relationship.
BACK TO STORY
Megan pulled me over to the bed. She broke our embrace and lay down on the bed with her legs spread. I knew what she wanted, but got between her legs moving my mouth up to her glorious breasts. I knew she enjoyed it more if I took my time and didn’t just go for her pussy. She smiled as my lips touched the first nipple. It was not hard and it’s full length. That changed quickly as my lips enveloped it and my tongue caressed it moving back and forth across it's tip. The nipple hardened and grew, pushing back against my tongue. Megan responded with a happy moan. I circled her other nipple with one of my fingers. It became hard instantly. I pushed on the tip, compressing it into her breast. From previous experience I new Megan enjoyed this so I depressed the other nipple with my finger. Megan fidgeted and moaned appreciatively. I began sucking softly at first, but slowly increased the intensity.
“Yes! Yes that feels so good,” she said between breaths. “Don’t forget the other one.”
After several more seconds I moved my mouth over to the other nipple. I put a finger on the nipple my mouth just left. I repeated the same stimulation. Receiving positive responses. After a loud moan and a definite whimper, she pushed on the top of my head, urging me to move lower. I was happy to do so. I moved down caressing her chest, then stomach, with both my fingers and lips. I reached her navel sucked hard and tickled it with my tongue. She squealed that delightful squeal I loved to hear. I moved lower with my fingers a tongue gently touching and teasing her pussy lips. She moved her hips seeking more of a firm touch. I pushed my fingertips between her outer lips gently spreading them open. She inhaled deeply in anticipation of what was to come next. I pushed my tongue between my fingers and into her warmth. I loved the taste of her. It was sweet, and tangy. I moved from the bottom to the top, enjoying each and every millimeter of her womanhood. The flow of her juices increased as did the heat coming from deep inside her. I reached the top of her crack and discovered her love button just waiting for attention. She jumped at the first contact of my tongue. I circled my tongue around her clit as she wiggled around continuing to moan and sigh. She pushed her pelvis into my mouth. I alternated between licking and sucking as her body continued moving toward an orgasm. Her breathing became short and rapid. She shivered violently before her orgasm took over her whole body. I continued stimulating her as she writhed under me. She yelped several times before her orgasm subsided. Her body suddenly went limp on the bed. I stopped stimulating her and moved up along side her. When her breathing returned to normal she cuddled up next to her. My penis was still erect and pressed on her leg.
“Do you want to cum inside me?” she asked. “It’s ok. I want to feel you inside me.”
I was surprised when she got on her hands and knees. This was not her preferred position. She had told me my penis didn’t feel right because of the curve.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
She nodded affirmatively and pushed her rear end up higher. I got behind her and entered. Moving slowly into her hot, slick, wet love tunnel. I pushed until I was completely inside her. She grunted and twitched. I began slowly moving out and back into her. After several strokes I felt Megan’s body relax. I stroked faster and harder. Megan began tightening around me. This was abnormal in this position. Usually she just let me finish inside her and did not get excited. This time she was definitely moving toward another orgasm. This excited me and I felt the pressure building. I exploded into her when her vaginal walls spasmed with her second orgasm. Several times I squirted into her before a final burst. She lay down on her stomach still panting. I lay down beside her to recover.
When she turned on her side to face me she said, “I just needed to rub my clitoris with you inside me like that. It felt so wonderful this time.”
I hadn’t even noticed she had been doing this. It may have been the first time she had done this. She had told me she had never masturbated. She said she didn’t think it was something she should do. I guess I was slowly “corrupting” her. Her parents were quite religious. They did not know we were living together.
We fell asleep in each others arms.
The next day the test chamber was all set for the tarantula by 9:00. We had 3 tarantulas available. All 3 were about 13 centimeters (5 inches) across, slightly smaller than an adult males hand with fingers spread. It took nearly an hour with the beams at 1% power for the spider to be reduced to half size. We turned the spider over to our arachnologist to study while we go ready for the second spider. Turning the beam up to 2% we accomplished half size in 35 minutes. Again we turned over the spider and reset the test chamber for the third. I moved the power up to 5%. The goal was to get it to one quarter size. It got to half size after 20 minutes and quarter size 15 minutes later. I took this spider to join the other 2. The arachnologist gave me a report on the first 2 spiders. She reported that both spiders were normal.
“What were you expecting me to find?” she asked.
We had not informed her of what had been done to the spiders. It had been deemed too dangerous to have her read in. She was not officially part of the project team and had some governmental and business connections that were thought to be “dangerous”. I gave her the third spider. She looked at it.
“Smaller than the other two,” she commented.
“Yes,” I replied. “Is that an issue?”
“No, I just have only worked with a few of tarantulas this young,” she answered.
“Well, let me know if you find anything unusual during your examination,” I said.
She turned and walked to her “exam” room. I went back to the test chamber. The team had prepped it for the next test. I had planned we would move on to a lab rat, however my curiosity pushed me in a different direction. I went and returned with a watermelon I had been planning to use in testing. The tarantulas had weighed about 1.5 ounces (about 10 for a pound). The watermelon was just short of 20 lbs, so it weighed about 200 times the weight of a tarantula. At 5% power it took a little more than 30 minutes. I couldn't run the test for the 100 hours that this would take. I started the test at 5% power. Once there was evidence of reduction occurring I ramped the power level slowly to 50%. Even at that level I calculated it might be 10 hours to get the watermelon to one-quarter size. I left the test run. Surprisingly after 3 hours we were at half size. 2 hours after that we achieved one-quarter size. This suggested the process either accelerated over time or was cumulative, building up. In any case the process was not linear. I had the equipment turned off, except for the cameras. Again I was surprised because the watermelon continued to become smaller. 15 minutes after it stabilized I retrieved the water melon and took it to my office to lock up. It had become late in day. The arachnologist had left a note on my on my desk saying we should speak in the morning.
I called Megan to apologize for not calling earlier and let her know when I would be home. She had been home for some time, but assured me she was not upset and understood that I would be late sometimes. She was going to order pizza so that it would arrive after I got home. I stopped at an ATM knowing I would have to pay for the pizza. This was one of the things that Megan did, it was one of her passive aggressive traits. It was a poke at me for being late without calling. I arrived and Megan gave me a big, warm kiss as a greeting. Again part of this game she played. We sat and had a pleasant conversation until the bell rand several minutes later.
“Can you answer it? I have to go to the bathroom,” she said continuing her game.
She disappeared down the hall. I answered the door. The delivery driver told me how much I owed. I gave him that plus a generous tip. He thanked me and left. I quickly opened the box to see what pizza she had ordered. One time she purposefully ordered a pizza with toppings she knew I would not eat. She thought it was a “good” joke. I refused to eat any and skipped eating that night. Megan felt so bad we had a terrific round of sex that night. Tonight she ordered half the pizza with toppings she liked and the other half with what she knew I liked. She returned and we ate the pizza having only some superficial conversation. I think she felt a little guilty for making me pay for the pizza. I let her think I was a little upset with her. I was hoping to push her into a round of exciting sex tonight. After clearing the table and putting the leftover pizza away, Megan suggested we go to bed early. The mischievous smile on her face let me know what she had in mind. I reluctantly agreed, still playing like I was slightly upset with her.
She went to the bedroom and I followed a minute later after locking up and turning out the lights. When I arrived Megan was standing there nude. Although I had seen her naked many times before, the sight of her unclothed body still took her breath away. I approached her.
“Stop there young man. You are not properly dressed,” she scolded waving her finger at me.
I quickly shed my clothes. I stepped toward her and soon our naked bodies were in a tight embrace with our lips locked together. I began to become aroused, when her cell phone rang with a ringtone I recognized as that of her parents. She quickly moved to her phone and put her finger to her mouth encouraging me to be quiet. As I said her parents didn’t know we were living together.
“Hi daddy!” she answered.
She listened. Her face showed that it was bad news.
“Ok daddy, I will fly out in the morning,” Megan said. “Say hi to mom and I will see her tomorrow.”
After she got off the phone I asked what was happening.
Megan sniffled then said, “Mom has breast cancer. It’s stage 2 so it hasn’t gone too far. They are going to operate on Saturday morning. As you heard, I plan to fly out tomorrow. I need to be there.”
“Yes, you do!” I confirmed. “Come here!”
I held out my arms. She walked slowly and we hugged. She wept softly at first and then more intensely. For nearly 30 minutes I comforted her. I felt her warm tears drip on my skin and roll down my chest.
“My mom has cancer,” she finally said breaking the silence.
“Do you want me to schedule the flight for you? Do you want me to go with you?” I asked between her sobs.
“N.no. N.now is not the t.time for my parents to l.learn how serious our r.relationship is,” she said sniffling. “I don’t w.want to add stress to this d.difficult t.time. I w.will schedule the f.flight.”
I held her for several more minutes. She eventually pushed away to make her reservations. I walked to the kitchen to get a couple of bottles of water. I waited a few minutes then walked back into the bedroom. She was just finishing up on her phone.
“I need to be at the airport at 7:00 tomorrow morning,” Megan told. “Will you be able to take me.”
I was somewhat taken aback.
“Sure! I would be happy to,” I said handing her the water.
She gladly accepted it and downed most if it quickly. Then we went to bed. I spooned with her. She sobbed lightly as I held her. Slowly her breathing became regular and light. She was asleep. I soon joined her.
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