Perfect Body, Part 3 (Patreon)

Written by HikerAngel

DAY 14

With the weekend upon us, I hadn’t seen Nina in two whole days. That was a lot of time to go without my eyes being blessed with her cascading black hair, piercing green eyes, bountiful breasts and cobbled feminine musculature; without my nostrils being blessed with her natural musk, which blended seamlessly with the exotic jojoba oils that our project’s perfume utilized to create a rich, unforgettable scent which left me salivating like a starved peasant before a banquet; without my touch being blessed with the fleeting moments of skin contact that she offered me in our encounters, smoother than rocks sanded down over centuries by thunderous rapids and soft like freshly rolled dough; without my ears being blessed with her melodious voice that could put any country, pop, blues, jazz, R&B or opera singer to shame with its captivating ranges of brilliance, enhancing even the most mundane dialogue that left her plush lips, enriching the stories of girly gossip into grands epics that would be passed down from generation to generation throughout the ages.

…Perhaps I was rambling a bit. Maybe a day at church would do my mind good.

I wasn’t particularly religious, but my parents still insisted that I attend church every Sunday with them and I wasn’t bold enough to protest their polite demands.

The congregation was packed, busy enough that I could let my mind drift as it often did when understimulated. My wandering eyes caught sight of a particular visage that was unremarkable before, but now given my recent experiences… I couldn’t look away.

The church I attended was large, and as such it displayed many grand pieces of stained glass artistry. Most eyes, if drawn to the windows at all, were most likely focused upon the depiction of the Virgin Mary cradling the Baby Jesus or the opposing window’s depiction of Jesus strung up on the cross, dying for the human’s sins. My eyes, however, drifted leftwards, falling upon a smaller, complementary window which depicted…

Nina.

Admittedly… It wasn’t her. It was a depiction of an angel that resembled her at best. Though perhaps that was an insulting comparison as the angel, even with its exaggerated beauty by design, paled in comparison to the overwhelming perfection that was every atom of Nina.

Still, my mind wandered further, blending the two together in my mind. The religious metaphors of salvation and eternal love created a drunkenly powerful cocktail of horniness in my thoughts as I imagined what Nina would look like if her supple hourglass figure was draped in the wavy perfection of an Angel’s dress. I squeezed my knees together to hide my tenting crotch as my delusions mutated from years of religious brain rot, imagining the impossible rendered in the flesh.

“Fantasizing about Nina, I bet?” came a somewhat familiar voice, shaking me out of my funk. It was far more feminine than Jaeden’s, but equally as obnoxious. “Of course you are, everyone’s totally been riding her dick this past week and I, for one, can’t stand it!”

My eyes reluctantly fell upon Jenny DuBois, only to roll afterwards. She was one of the girls in Nina’s clique, emphasis on was. Apparently, her and Nina had gotten into a pretty big argument two days ago. And of all things, it was Jaeden who had come over to tell me about it, catching me in the hallway on Friday. I think his animal hindbrain was vaguely aware after Nina stomped his hand that he wasn’t getting back in her good graces without making nice to me. It creeped me out a little bit, but it was better than the relentless bullying. 

As Jaeden told it, Nina had shown up to school in her jogging clothes when Jenny sprang an ambush in the main hallway. Nina was hotter—obviously—but Jenny’s still about seven inches taller than her. So when they got in each other’s faces, Jenny was looming over Nina pretty intimidatingly. Things got heated, with Jenny pulling out some dirty secrets, officially putting their friendship in a Cold War of sorts. 

I hadn’t been following the interpersonal drama that closely—developing the perfume in a way that it wouldn’t alter reality beyond my control was more of a priority for me—but I could figure out why Jenny was so pissed. Even after dropping the hottest gossip of the semester, Nina effortlessly swept it under the rug with her newfound “charm”. Being able to tell all the boys present not to worry about something and literally rewiring their brains to obey was just as insane as it sounded, overshadowing the fact that this highschooler could lift a goddamn car over her head. Still, none of the the girls were convinced by her mojo and the fallout was pretty bad, I guess. A bunch of Nina’s friends started shuning her. She got so upset about it she skipped out before our classes together.

“Jenny, what do you want?” I asked, annoyed. If this had been a few weeks ago, I probably would’ve been a bit meeker because Jenny was no slouch in the beauty department. She had large, sky blue eyes, scattered freckles and a tiny chin which came together to create a face that would’ve most certainly frightened me into compliance with its gorgeousness. But after bearing witness to Nina’s perfection… she just seemed plain now. She seemed almost more intimidated by me than I was of her. “Trying to sneak your way back into a friendship with Nina through me?”

Maybe I had been a bit too harsh, judging by the dumbfounded look of shock that sprouted on her face. She then took a seat next to me on the bench, getting even closer so her next words, spoken through gritted teeth, would be heard loud and clear by her intended audience of one.

“Listen here you little shit. I see what you’re trying to do. Wooing her with that little magic perfume of yours so you can get in her pants. I’m not stupid, she didn’t just get prettier overnight. It’s some sort of illusion!”

“Uh, I hate to break it to you, Jenny, but you’ve got it all wrong. The perfume isn't magic, when Nina and I designed it together it unfortunately ran into some… unintended side effects. Plus, I’m not trying to get in her pants. We’re not even dating. She’s waaaay out of my league. Besides, I like being friends with her.”

Jenny’s expression changed dramatically. Now she was looking at me as if I were a sad, abused puppy. “Aw, poor Matt, she’s got you alllll wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she? Well, don’t worry, I’ll do you a favor and take her down a peg in your eyes.” She then leaned in closer, putting her hand between her mouth and my ear as if this was an exchange of utmost confidentiality. “She’s a virgin, just like you.”

Leave it to Jenny to attach an insult to a revelation. She smiled when a hint of surprise snuck through my terrible poker face. I suppose I couldn’t lie, it was a little surprising that someone as perfect as her still had her hymen intact. Jenny acted like she had finally sunk her devious little tendrils into me, that my worldview had been forever altered.

"She acts like losing her virginity is going to be some big historical event. Don’t get too eager, loverboy. No boyfriend is ever good enough for her to let them under her skirt."

“I told you already, Jenny. We’re just friends. I-I feel like I got a good understanding of her over the last week.” 

Shit. I had stuttered. I was not dodging the “attracted to the girl literally becoming my specifications of perfection” allegations, even with some half-truths sprinkled into the mix. The widest, dirtiest grin spread across Jenny’s face as she caught wind of the involuntary repetition, rubbing her hands together as she prepared to unleash another devastating blow to my psyche.

"You be careful, Matt. She looks and sounds like a Good Girl. But when she finally pops her cherry, she's wound so tight there's gonna be an explosion. Then you'll see the real Nina—I'm telling you she'll go full nymphomaniac. So don't get it into your dumb head that a boy like you has any chance of satisfying that slut's appetite.”

"Just. Friends. Jenny. Leave it alone." I growled.

Yeah, friends with a bond that could still change her into who knows what if I’m not careful. I thought to myself, my eyes returning to the Angel that wished it could soar to Nina’s heights.

DAY 15

“Remember class, there’s only two weeks left until the project is due.” Mr. Matthews emphasized, rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. “If you don’t have at least a half-completed project by the 28th, let me be frank, you’re not graduating.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat. Not because I was afraid of the project being less than finished, but because I was worried it was too finished. I deliberately avoided making eye contact with Nina, as well as taking to wearing an N-95 face mask over my mouth and nose to prevent any mingling of my desires with her pheromones. She could tell, as when the otherwise uneventful class was over, she pulled me aside in the hallway.

“Hey, are you alright, Matt?” she asked, raising a sculpted eyebrow. Yes. Focus on her eyebrows. Good. Look any lower and you’ll be hypnotized. That being said, I did appreciate her concern. It seemed genuine in a way only a seasoned friend could convey with their tone.

“Y-yep. Minus the flutters I still get when I think about your body for too long, everything’s looking on the up and up right now!” I said, a nervous chuckle escaping my quivered lip. Hopefully the mask hid all of those obvious tells.

“Oh, well that’s good… anyways, I just wanted to take you aside to ask about something… Um, maybe we should make a more… controlled perfume?”

I had never seen Nina so unsure and contemplative. She was hiding her true intentions, that much was obvious. Maybe she was still reeling from the fight with Jenny?

“Controlled perfume? Nina, what are you talking about? Changing the formula this late into the process could ruin the whole project if we’re not careful. Not to mention, a ton of extra work to add on the back end for us.

And by us, I meant me. I didn’t exactly see her writing all these specific calculations.

“Matt, whatever excess work comes up from this change, I’ll handle it. I only need to sleep, like, four hours a day now anyways to feel well-rested,” she confessed. Damn, I was hoping that my offhand joke about her only needing to sleep half of what a normal human did a few days ago wouldn’t change anything. Such was the price of establishing a more comfortable repertoire of friendship between the two of us, I suppose.

“I dunno, I think it…”

“I want to make the perfume not as dangerously potent, Matt,” she added. “I’m starting to think that if we present this project as is, it could disrupt the very order of humanity, y’know? Do we really want a bunch of pretty people running around with superpowers?”

That… actually made a lot of sense. I was surprised how logical she was thinking about this. Then again, she wasn’t some supervillainess, just a highschooler like me caught in a crazy situation that was way over both of our heads. “Okay, I think I can help you, then. Just breathe into another bag and I’ll have it done by tomorrow. But, y’know, make sure it’s a less-concentrated batch so it will be less effective.”

“Awesome! Thank you, Matt. You’re the best!” she said, bringing me into a hug. One which I probably savored for a little too long, my mind lagging behind time itself as she smothered me in her soft, loving embrace.

“Heh, besides, I think I can live with what I’ve been blessed with so far, you know how freeing it is to know I’ll probably never have to jog another day in my life now?” Nina remarked, rotating a cramp from her shoulder more out of habit than any actual need, my hungry eyes snapshotting every subtle striation of her sleek, feminine musculature as she did. “The dumbfounded looks of passersby are more of a motivation now than any sense of improvement. Heehee, and that includes you too, Matt.”

I swallowed a lump in my throat from her comment. I had only wanted to ask if that was really what she felt—after all, I knew the fallout between her and Jenny wasn’t pretty. If anything, I was expecting her to ask for some variant that could hypnotize men or something. Unfortunately, my brain didn’t want to connect to my mouth at this moment since it was busy reconstructing its gray matter after her hug.

All I could do was hope she was approaching this with the best of intentions…

And that I could get this alternative perfume finished before some of my… stranger desires accidentally become reality.

DAY 16

With today’s Mr. Mathews class dedicated exclusively to lab time, Nina had more than enough time to fill me in on the intricacies of her life as I worked rigorously on the updated perfume. Her provided sample was reacting… differently, for sure. But I was so caught up in her fascinating little intricacies that I couldn’t focus.

Something about her life being so different from mine and yet so unmistakably human all the same… perhaps I was simply running out of ways to eloquently describe the perfection that was her body performing such mundane tasks like her new pilates routine or making scrambled eggs for breakfast.

“I’ve… also been trying some more meditation techniques,” she admitted, somewhat bashfully. “I can’t keep letting the Jenny stuff get to me, you know?”

“What’s the technique?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, it’s nothing special, just sitting cross legged and trying to clear my mind.“ Her upper body assumed the stereotypical meditation pose, her index fingers and thumbs making circles as she held her hands in the air. She closed her eyes and let a monotone ‘hummmmmm’ pass through her glossy lips.

If I did something like this in the middle of a busy lab, I would probably be mocked relentlessly for the rest of my life. Meanwhile, Nina was so pretty she’d probably start an entire social trend around it. 

“One with the universe… One with the universe…” she repeated to herself every few seconds.

“Inner peace… Inner peace,” I replied with playful mockery, doing my best Jack Black impression. I didn’t expect her to get the reference, but my brain compelled me to say it.

She opened a single verdant eye, staring right at me. “Was that a Kung Fu Panda reference?”

Well, nevermind then, I guess she was cultured.

We had a good long laugh after that. I was amazed at how bold she was, admitting how much she enjoyed the movie. She just so effortlessly weaved past social shames, allowing herself to quote a kid’s movie without cringing in the slightest. I was so caught up in the euphoria of the moment that it was Nina who informed me when the timer was finished on the concoction for a few steps.

I became so distracted, I almost missed the reactant turning the swill green. I then watched as Nina added the finishing touches, which blossomed the color into a vibrant pink. I was pretty sure green was the color I was looking for, that meant it had less of the unique hydrocarbon molecule that had brought about the change.

She swiped up the perfume, gave me another ‘thank you’ hug, and walked out of the lab. Great, I had just mentally recovered from the last hug. Now I’d have to start all over again. I could see other fellow geeks and nerds shooting me stink eyes and similar envious looks as soon as she left, and all I had to shoot back with was a knowing smile.

I guess I really was lucky. I was best friends with my dream girl, one willing to stand up for me. This latest perfume would stabilize her body and I wouldn’t have to worry about any more freakish surprises as her form morphed to my surreal desires. Everything was finally looking up!

~

Later that night, I was double-checking my science now that I had a clearer head. I was amazed at my own competence with the process, not even the prettiest girl in the world talking to me could distract me from making an even more comprehensive formula for the perfume. I think talking with Nina helped me understand the wants and needs of women more, maybe I could finally—

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

My whole body trembled as my eyes read and reread the page before me. I-I was hallucinating… I had to be.

A quick way to tell the potency of the reaction is the color. If the color is yellow once the reaction agent is added, then you have a lesser potency. If the color is green, then you have a greater potency. An easy way of remembering this is the simple catchphrase:

“Yellow is mellow, green is good.”

Only green was not good. Not good at all.

DAY 17

“Whatever you do, don’t try that new perfume! It’s not ready yet!” I frantically typed over text to Nina as I hopped on my bike to go to school, typos be damned.

“Ok, why don’t we meet in the north hallway, then you can tell me what’s up. I have a surprise for youuuuuuuu,” was her response.

I ran as fast as my poor cardio could carry me, only to run straight into a crowd of people totally mobbing Nina. My ears, while overwhelmed with audio, could still make out talk of some sort of party.

Shit! Am I too late? My mind raced as I squeezed into the crowd. I fired off several half-hearted apologies as I zeroed in on Nina’s beacon of black locks, her increased height standing just enough over the other heads to parse her appearance.

By the time I finally made it to her, the congregation had already begun to break off. Still, I was thoroughly winded, pausing to catch my breath as several snooty students shot me dismissive side-eyes.

“N-Nina… There you are… I need to tell you about—”

“Hold on, whatever’s concerning you probably isn’t as important as this little proposition I’m about to offer you,” she spoke in her commanding voice, instantly throwing whatever concern I had out of my brain. I couldn’t recall why I had ran up to ask her something, only that it seemed insignificant compared to the next words that were about to leave her mouth.

“Becaaaaause, you could totally get a VIP invitation to my big weekend pool party if you offer to help me with a little ‘blind experiment’,” she asked. Immediately, my interest was piqued to the max. I didn’t invest much stock into social capital, probably why people like Jaeden saw me as the lowest rung on the totem pole, but this would seriously boost my standings in the popularity rankings if I wasn’t just a friend of Nina’s for the sake of a high school project, but one personally invited to her latest pool party as guest of honor. I didn’t even know what the ‘VIP’ status afforded me, but I had to accept it was special…

She practically dragged me backstage in the school theater, where a large custodian was waiting. He nodded in approval as we walked by, leaving to presumably make sure nobody would interrupt us. I wasn’t sure if she had used her voice to command him or just bribed him like a normal person—a sentence I couldn’t believe was generated by my mind. 

“So, uh, what’s with the change of clothes?” I asked a lowball question upon noticing her unzipped backpack in the corner, hoping that she would at least answer that. She just shot me a knowing look, one that told me ‘wouldn’t you like to know, Matt?’ Looks like I wasn’t getting an explanation for any of this. Figures.

Her words were sparse as she directed me to the singular folding chair that stood ominously in the middle of the room. I suppose at this point there was no turning back for me. 

Before I knew it, I was blindfolded and my wrists were tied to two nearby large pieces of stage scenery, with the N-95 mask ripped off of my face and promptly discarded. Nina’s command voice alerted my brain to attention once again, playfully instructing me like a girl playing princess to her stuffed animal subjects.

"The rules are simple, Matt. No peeking, no touching, and absolutely no cumming!" 

My eyes widened, though quickly unwidened so as not to peer through the shoddily-tied blindfold. I could feel my heart racing well past its normal speed limit. What exactly was she about to do to me!? What the hell had I just agreed to!?

My memory was jogged as my ears heard a slight spritzing noise and my nose caught a whiff of rose petals and jojoba oils. She was spraying herself with the perfume again. The far more potent one. I wanted to protest, but her powerful voice beat me to the punch. She had me right where she wanted me.

"I believe you made a claim about a week ago that my body’s already perfect. If that's true, there's nothing to worry about with me splashing a little more perfume on my face and chest, right?” she pondered seductively, her voice erecting goosebumps all across my skin. “You see, I think there's still room for improvement."

I heard her voice circling around behind me. Suddenly, she was whispering seductively right in my ear. "I may not get any more beautiful, but I know I can be much, much sexier..." She trailed off with a breathy sigh.

I heard her step away, opening the bottle with a loud 'pop!' The familiar smell wafted out with far greater intensity, it seemed she wasn’t content with just a few spritzes of the stuff. "Some on my face, a few dabs on my neck and wrists, and then a proper splash to soak my top... Oooo! That tingles already. It's stronger than even I thought."

Wait… that last sentence… Oh no, Oh no-no-no. She had known this whole time!? Had she been playing me for a fool? Did she intentionally distract me yesterday so she could take the stronger perfume, then tie me up today just to use me for her own nefarious ends?

Worst of all, why was the thought of it arousing me so much?

"This is crazy, Nina! We don't know what it might—”

"We don't. But picture it. Even if it's just more of the everything that's happened to me so far? Prettier, smarter, stronger, and more of my girlboss mind control? Maybe even girls will have to do what I tell them. Meditation isn’t cutting it, the only peace of mind I’ll get is if I can shut up Jenny DuBois for good.”

I should’ve known. She was a mastermind, playing me from the start. She knew that this perfume would only enhance her body further, and used my distracted mind to swipe a more powerful dosage right under my nose. Now I was all tied up and deprived of sensations, unable to even scream for help if I wanted to. She wasn’t just some schoolgirl, she was playing 4D chess with my emotions and skills this whole time, and I was powerless to—

“SHIT! Shit! Shit-shit-shit!” Nina exclaimed, accompanied with the sound of an empty bottle rattling on the wooden stage floor. 

Her cool logical voice vanished into a startled squeal and the perfume smell intensified greatly, now mixing with her own not-so-subtle musk.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I fucking spilled it!" she half-snarled. "God, it went all over my shorts."

Her voice sounded so authentic at that moment, as if the breathy undertones were all part of some planned performance. Hmm… maybe she wasn’t the grand mastermind I had mistaken her for. I found my shoulders detensing, and while my heart rate didn’t lower, it was now motivated by arousal instead of fear. 

I tried not to laugh, but a little slipped out anyways. I couldn’t see Nina, but I could feel her glare burning a hole through my blindfold. "Sorry. I'm just glad I'm not the only one that's spilled perfume on you this month."

"Funny guy,” she thumped me on the shoulder in exasperation. I did my best to hold back the searing pain that coursed through my entire arm afterwards. “Oh! Sorry. I forget how strong I am now. Here, I'll kiss it and make it all better."

I was left stunned as the simple touch of her lips obliterated the pain in my shoulder. It was as if the soothing effects of aloe vera had been injected right into my veins. There wasn’t even a twinge left over to signify it would bruise.

“W-wait, since when did you have healing kiss powers!?” I asked in disbelief.

“Oh, since five seconds ago. It seems like you believed me when I said my kiss would make it all better. I knew the blindfold was a good idea. Your mind is so suggestive now. Go ahead, let your imagination run wild.”

“H-hey! Don’t think I’m gonna believe everything you say, Nina! This is still crazy!”

"Yeah, I could believe that actually, this perfume spill really ruined the vibe I was going for. Then again, I've got half the bottle soaking into my panties now. Imagine what that's gonna do…”

"Heaven help us," I joked.

I then heard her voice coming from near the big stage-prop mirror I'd seen earlier, but thought little of. Damn… she had traveled over there fast! Just how fast was she, exactly? Mmm, probably fast enough to outrun even the most proficient of sprinters. No! I needed to remain strong! The more I allowed my mind to wander, the more dangerous she’d become!

"Mmmmmm" she purred. "I think it's starting, Matt. I was right—using my enhanced pheromones made this stuff waaay more powerful than the first batch. My face already looks... different. No, better! Angelic, even. And wow, my lashes are intense."

I didn’t know if she was telling the truth or not, but I couldn’t exactly see her face to confirm it. She was a Schrodinger's Cat of beauty, and my mind was already running wild with the possibilities. I squeezed my legs together as I felt my crotch swell with lust.

Her voice was breathless as she continued. “Mmm, if only you could feel my body, Matt. We could sell this as a lubricant and make millions. Every part of me is just so sensitive now!”

My hands twitched desperately, held back partially by the ropes but mostly by Nina’s commanding tone. I just wanted to reach out and feel her. I bet she was beyond perfect, with unblemished skin that was plush like a marshmallow.

“Wow, everything about me just tingles! Everything from the nape of my neck to the folds of my crotch are just so fucking sensitive! Mmmhnhnhn… holy shit… my clit is peeking out from my folds like a large grape! I-I thought the transformation would wait until the end of the day! I-I don’t think I’ve even been this aroused in my life… I-I… Oh fuck, I-I think I need to… OH FUCK!”

I heard a thump. It must’ve been Nina’s body hitting the floor. There was a brief silence, did she have a heart attack!?

“Oh shit, N-Nina! Are you okay!?”

Then I heard what I could only describe as a mix of a cackle and an erotic moan. “Mhmhmhmmnnggggggghg… Okay? This hydrocarbon miracle is even fucking better than I could’ve hoped? It’s taking my pleasure beyond the limits of what is humanly possible! I feel like I’m lifting off the ground I don’t even feel it hindering me!

She probably meant that her pleasure even overwhelmed the discomfort of the ground, but I couldn’t help but imagine her literally rising against gravity, floating inches above the ground.

She giggled. “Thinking about me, Matt? You always smell so good when you do…”

Fuck. I’m doing a terrible job at fighting this.

She continued weaving her story, and I found myself falling for it; hook, line and sinker.

“Mmm, and it’s far more than physical changes happening to me now. I can feel the surging waves of forbidden sexual knowledge and lost erotic proficiency etching themselves into the wrinkles of my brain!”

I followed her lead like a lapdog, imagining her feminine muscles engorging with newfound memories and skills that resembled decades of practice. Wild positions and taboo tricks filling her innocent head with such naughty ideas. I was envisioning the transformation itself as if it was the most desirable thing happening to her—and so that transformation was undeniably occurring.

I heared her ripping out of her clothes as she stood back up, her voice coming from many inches higher than I recalled. Had… she grown? That was the only logical conclusion. I suppose an enhancement in prowess would come with some new height. And how vividly I could imagine it!   

“Heheheh, looks like secretly switching from my ballet flats to the tallest platform sandals I could find worked wonders for that active imagination of yours. I must be a whole six inches taller now! N-no! Not even! A whole fucking foot!”

I heard her bare feet touch the floor as she stepped out of the shoes to bask in her new height. I couldn’t tell what was real and what was her impeccable acting.

"Oh, Matt! I must be the sexiest, most desirable woman in all of history... And it's not stopping!!. More…. More! Sexier. Even sexier. Yeeeeesssss! I Am The Perfect Lover!" 

She delivered it in her best husky phone-sex voice, and I would’ve certainly came on the spot if she hadn’t denied it from me earlier.

If anything, it sounded like Nina was going to orgasm before I did. I could hear her shameless hands stroking her naked, silken flesh, becoming more and more aroused, close enough to feel her body heating up as her molten breath reached my neck. At least I was certain she's much taller.

She gasped for air as she caressed her own form. “F-fuck! M-my nipples actually are inhumanly sensitive! O-oh fuuuck!” 

I heard her bite down into fuller lips, her almost weeping at what she's unleashed. That must’ve meant her real clit had actually swollen to match her description, a throbbing nexus of more-than-human pleasure. 

Her moaning then exploded into shrieking. “AUUGH FUCK ME! IT’S ALL TOO INTENSE!”

And fuck her I wanted to. I wanted to feel her, to love her, to worship her, to die for her. My brain had given up all semblance of rational thinking long ago, devolving into animalistic pleasures as I was denied my rightful orgasm over and over again.

I didn’t care that I was a mere cog in an erotic feedback loop, Nina deserved to have her body’s changes accelerated and magnified. If I could laugh at this point I would’ve, the irony was not lost on me—I’m the one tied to a chair, but she's the one thrashing on the floor, uncontrollably orgasming, trapped in her own ecstasy.

Everything she must’ve lied about earlier manifested exactly as she described it, arcane languages beyond my comprehension. I knew her skills were now beyond any woman, beyond all women put together! She was a Phoenix from the ashes of her old self, emerging from her orgasmic crisis a sensuous, erotic Sexual Goddess beyond even her own wildest desires. Even if I didn’t know it for a fact, I believed it, so I knew it would come true in mere seconds…

The room became warmer as her thrashing ceased, rising from the ground silently like an apex predator stalking her prey.

“Mmm, I suppose I should thank you, Matt. You’ve awakened my body into something most devious…” she giggled as I squirmed from her voice alone, desperately craving release she forbade from happening. “Yes, like how I should thank the battery that powers my electric toothbrush, perhaps…”

“Ughnnghn… ffhgghgghh…” was all I could muster in response.

She put a perfectly manicured finger to my chin, her perfumed scent lashing me like a whip. I was trembling like a tree in a hurricane.

“You can cum now.”

“AAAAAUUUGH!”

I did as I was told. Immediately collapsing to a slump as my pants were soaked with minutes of refused release.

“Good job, VIP guest of honor. Looking forward to seeing you at the party on Friday…”

When I awoke, I was alone—and untied. Nina was nowhere to be seen.

And now I would live with the consequences.

DAY 18

Nina didn’t show up to school the next day. Part of me thought that was for the best. I was afraid to see what she had become, that staring upon her magnificence would vaporize my mere human brain like some sort of eldritch being that was beyond my comprehension.

Now she was like a cryptid. I believed in her existence, I knew she was real and potentially dangerous, but I couldn’t prove it. No one seemed to mention her absence, maybe they understood that party planning took two full days of planning. Then again, Mr. Matthews didn’t even call her name during roll call. She must’ve whipped up an absence so excused he didn’t even feel the need to ask if she was there.

As the hours ticked on and my skepticism increased, I wondered just how the logistics of this party would work. Was everyone really about to miss school tomorrow? Would school even be able to continue after such a mass exodus?

As if on cue, the intercom lit up with a familiar static as the voice of the principal could be heard. “Attention students, we have just been informed that, due to a holiday, there will be no school tomorrow. Classes will resume as usual on Monday.”

The excitement was so palpable I could hear cheers erupting from other classrooms, but I wasn’t celebrating alongside my classmates. None of this added up—since when was there a holiday on a Friday? This whole situation had Nina written all over it.

While she wasn’t the master manipulator I had initially suspected, her actions weren’t dodging future allegations anytime soon. Had she really manipulated the principal to cancel school? She was more dangerous than I thought.

Then again, it’s not like missing one day would really hurt. I had perfect attendance otherwise, maybe she was doing this to ensure that my streak would continue? I knew the other students would certainly appreciate it.

It wasn’t long after that my phone buzzed with a notification. Somehow, I had just known that it was a text from Nina. I feared it would be something cryptic, but it was a relatively normal sentence, all things considered.

“Hey sorry I’m not at school today, I need to make sure I look my best for the big party at my house tomorrow!”

She could probably show up in a trash bag shawl and everyone would drop to their knees and ask for her hand in marriage at this point. At least, that had to be the case. Judging by how her own reflection brought her to a near-orgasm, I would assume so.

“No prob! I don’t think I’m mentally stable enough to actually witness your perfection yet, so a day of absence will probably do my body good lol.”

Ah, good ol’ reliable ‘lol’. It saved any embarrassing admittance over text from seeming too serious.

“Hahahahaha. Trust me I had to wear grandma clothes just to not draw any suspicious ire from my parents. Mom has been hounding me about my new skincare routine and I don’t think I’m ready to tell her it’s reality warping.”

She added three laughing emojis afterwards. I had no clue why, but that just added more fuel to the blazing wildfire that was her perfection.

"I should have guessed finding a new suit in my size was going to be impossible. Ugh."

So that’s what she was doing today. Well, besides manipulating school staff, but that was a daily occurrence at this point so it almost wasn’t even worth mentioning. Small talk continued, then died out eventually. She didn’t respond again until school had ended and I was comfortably at home.

"MATT! I found the cutest thing at a surf shop! I guess it's supposed to be a costume, maybe? The girl at the shop said she'd never had a customer it fit, so she gave me a discount.”

She signed off on her words with a heart emoji and a money emoji. To say the combination of dumbfounded consonants that followed in my text response constituted as words would be a bit of an exaggeration.

“Wearing this suit makes me feel so powerful!! Looking forward to seeing you at the pool. Until then, have a selfie:”

My jaw dropped as the image loaded up.

I gasped, my eyes vibrating like eggs on a pan as they drank up every inch of her stunning body. My nerdy brain recognized the suit immediately, it was some sort of bootleg hybrid of a supergirl suit and powergirl suit. It was white with gold trimmings, sporting a prominent supergirl emblem that strained against her full breasts. Lush. Huge. Succulent. Ravishing.

Physically holding back my desire to drool, I briefly imagined what it would feel like as that suit, hugging her magnificent curvature. The lady at the surf shop was right, there was no one else on the planet who could’ve worn that suit. She was beyond perfection, her proportions closer to a comic book girl’s than anything human evolution could conjure.

Just judging by the surroundings, her height easily exceeded six feet, her stomach sleek and firm, softly etched lines of definition giving the impression of extreme fitness while taking absolutely nothing away from the smooth femininity of her sexy shape. Her previous voluptuous upper body had bowed inward to a waist so slender that it looked positively miniscule. But now, it was like an actual hourglass! Cobbled abs pressed up against the stomach of the suit like ancient engravings on a temple dedicated to Gods. I couldn’t tell if it was the suit or the enhancements that made her creamy hips so lushly rounded and almost polished-looking like cel-shading right out of a comic book!

She made Supergirl and Powergirl look like inferior specimens!

Nina’s body was something else entirely, like nothing I’d ever seen before—and that included her previous form! I quivered, struggling to absorb the staggering magnitude of her physical perfection beyond perfection. She was probably giggling right this second, knowing that my mind was 404’ing like some sort of faulty webpage.

My eyes must’ve taken hours to reach the bottom of her body, where she stood in the stairwell to the pool.

Wait, her feet weren’t in the water. Was she…

Floating!?