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Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter I (mf, mF, mc, preg)
Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 11:10:05 -0400
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Chapter I

The man in the white coat looked around the room
frantically. He knew that his time was short. Soon
they would find him, and most likely kill him. He had
destroyed all of his notes and papers, so they would
have no way of reproducing his invention.

Odd. All those years he had worked at a method for
peace, and now it seemed that he had created something
that they would use for war.

He looked at the vial in his hand, then around him. He
had to hide this. There wasn't a sink or anything
else, and he feared to merely break the container,
since they might get a sample of the contents.

His eyes spied a refrigerator. He pulled it open,
observing the contents. Inside were vials and vials of
vaccines. Somehow, he held back his laughter at the
irony presented him.

He grabbed one of the vials that indicated a tetanus
shot vaccine, carefully peeling the label from the
glass and transferring it to his own. He slipped the
tetanus vaccine into his shirt pocket, and placed his
substance into the refrigerator. He knew that he was
taking a terrible chance, but saw no other way to keep
it away from the government agents who wanted it for
themselves.

He took a moment to calm himself, then pried open the
door. No one was in the hallway. He took off running
again, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he could make it
to an exit. Stay alive a little longer. Perhaps even
create an antidote for his discovery.

He made it as far as the exit door before his head was
shot off.

<hr>

"Steven?" a voice called out.

Steve looked up from the book he was reading. He was a
good looking sixteen year old man, with bright green
eyes and sandy brown hair. His body was in excellent
shape from football and wrestling over the years. Not
very large, but compact in his strength.

"I guess that's me," he said, trying to grin. The
nurse crooked a finger at him.

The attractive blonde woman looked at her chart.
"Stepped on a nail?" she asked.

Steve nodded, trying hard not to look at her expansive
cleavage, her large breasts pushing against her white
coat. "I was working on a barn for an eagle project,
and just didn't watch where I was going.  It only
barely broke the skin, but I figure better safe than
sorry."

"Well, we'll give you a quick shot that will take care
of any problems. I'll want you to come back next week
for a follow up shot- just in case."

"Sure. I look forward to getting shot with giant
needles," Steve said sarcastically. He grinned at her,
letting her know that he was kidding. He read her name
tag, at the same time catching a quick glimpse down
her shirt. "Ariana. That's a pretty name."

Ariana flashed him a quick grin. The kid was good
looking, and she knew the effect her body had on men
his age. Most were shy around her, but this one had a
confident air. <i>Just get through the shot</i>, she
thought to herself. <i>Let him ogle you a bit, and
then it will all be over</i>.

She sat him down on the hospital bed while she prepped
him for the shot. She pulled a tetanus vial from the
tray, drawing the liquid into her syringe.

"I heard about that murder here last week," Steve
said. "Pretty gruesome."

Ariana nodded. "Good thing that cop was here. Some
loaded junkie running around the place like a madman.
Good thing he didn't find the medicine cabinet." He
pointed at Steve.  "Now - lower your pants, and bend
over."  

The young man turned around, lowering his shorts. 
<i>Nice ass</i>, she thought to himself.  She rubbed
his behind with an alcohol swab. Steve felt the skin
cool as it evaporated. "Here we go," she said. She
slipped the needle under his skin, gave a quick shot,
and then it was over. She pressed a small piece of
sterile cotton on his skin. With her other hand, she
threw the entire syringe into the biowaste container.

"Any particular Band-Aid that you'd like? I've got
plain brown, Barney, and Wonder Woman." Ariana turned
to him, her bright blue eyes catching his.

"Oh, I'll take Wonder Woman," Steve said, his eyes
twinkling as he looked back at her. "That should
impress all the kids at school."

"Wonder Woman it is," Ariana said. She slipped the
bandage over the tiny wound. "Just leave it on for
tonight, and by tomorrow you can take it off. Just
remember to come back in next week for a booster."

"Yes, ma'am." Steve said as he pulled up his pants. He
walked out of the room, signed some papers, then
walked out to the parking lot. He had driven himself
down in his old Bug- not anything great, but it got
him from place to place. If he was going on a date, he
borrowed his parents Toyota. Not much bigger in the
way of make out room, but at least it looked better.

When he got home, his mother set him right to work
setting the table for dinner. His father was his usual
self- in other words, an asshole as he chided Steve
for getting hurt, and how much it would cost the
family, blah, blah, blah. He had gone through the same
thing when Steve had discovered that he needed glasses
about how much it would cost. Never mind that Steve
paid for the actual glasses himself.

Steve stayed up a few minutes, doing some homework
before going to bed. His head hurt a little, but he
chalked that up to the shot. Nothing to worry about,
he thought.

Back at the hospital, the syringe and vial were now
being incinerated, erasing any trace of the substance
injected into Steve's young body.

<hr>

Steve woke up just a few minutes before his alarm. His
father complained whenever it went off, so he had
learned over the years how to wake himself up, and
just use the alarm as a back up.

He went into the backyard and into the shed, where he
had set up some exercise equipment. He liked to get a
full hour in, but this morning he only put in half an
hour. His head still hurt a little.

Well, hurt wasn't exactly right. It was more like
fuzzy, like when you spin around really fast and then
stop. He could walk ok, his mind felt clear enough to
think, but there was just something- else. Something
he couldn't quite pin down.

His father was at the table eating breakfast when
Steve came in. He was reading the paper while he ate
his cereal, not saying anything to Steve. This was a
part of their ritual. As his father would finish
sections of the paper and set them aside, Steve would
grab and read them. He liked to start with the comics
first, then move to the other sections. After
breakfast, Steve took a shower and dressed for school.
The fuzziness was still there, but Steve merely
partitioned off his mind to it. Like when you have a
pain in your leg. After ignoring it long enough, you
don't even notice it.

When he arrived at school, he said his good morning to
kids he knew. Steve was popular- not as popular as
some, but was at least well known and liked. He was
highly intelligent so spent most of his classes with
the "geeks", but his sports playing slipped him
somewhere in the "jock" standing. He also performed in
some drama plays, and worked in student government a
bit. Something of a jack of all trades.

The school day went by quickly enough. Nothing really
exciting, and the fuzzy feeling in his head stayed
with him. Wrestling practice had been canceled that
day, so Steve took the opportunity to spend a few
minutes after school studying.

"Hey, Steve," a voice said. He looked up, seeing
Amanda waving at him. She was wearing her
cheerleader's uniform- something about the basketball
team having an away game. While Steve enjoyed playing
in sports, he didn't follow it to much. His father
didn't approve him going to events that Steve wasn't
personally playing in, let alone go on dates.

"Hey, Amanda," he said. Amanda was very cute, with
short black hair and brown eyes. Her body was slim,
with small breasts the size of oranges sticking out
from her shirt. He had a crush on her in early junior
high, and by the time he had gotten over it, she had
developed a crush on him in latter junior high. Now
the two of them were friends, since Steve was too
sheltered to go out much. Her slim legs slipped from
beneath her short, green cheerleading skirt. Steve
felt a hard on start as he looked at her, though he
knew that it was futile.

"So what are you doing here so late?" she asked,
looking over his shoulder.

Steve swept a hand over the small pile of books next
to him. "Just a bunch of boring things for my biology
class." He tried to keep his eyes on her face and away
from her legs. He imagined what it would be like to
touch them. While his father didn't let him out too
much, he had been on a few dates, and had made out a
few times.

"Really," Amanda commented. She picked up one of the
books, looking at the title. "Insect reproduction: A
Study of Hormonal Interactions." She rolled her eyes
at him. "Sounds like something a boy would read."

Steve noticed her swaying from side to side, smoothing
out her skirt. Her leg muscles twitched slightly. For
a split second he thought about how her crotch would
feel, her smooth cheerleader underwear covering her
chaste crotch.

Amanda's eyes widened for a second, and Steve thought
he could see her pelvis twitch. <i>What the hell</i>,
he thought to himself.

"So you're going to be at the basketball game
tonight?" he asked her, trying to make conversation.
Amanda looked back at him, her brown eyes focusing on
his.

"Um, yeah," she said. She said down in a chair next to
him, crossing her legs. "Do you think that you'll be
able to go?" Amanda slid one long firm thigh back and
forth over the other. Steve couldn't decide if she was
uncomfortable or not.

Steve shook his head. "Probably not. You know how my
dad is." He glanced at her breasts a moment, wondering
what they looked like, how they would feel underneath
his hands. In a strange way, he could almost feel
them. Not in his hands, but in his head. Like how a
person imagines something feels like. He could feel
how firm they were, her nipples hardening against his
palms.

Amanda leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over
her breasts. "It- it's too bad that he's so strict
with you." She lowered her eyes a moment. "I would
have liked to have seen you there."

Steve took a breath. He couldn't believe what was
happening here. One of the cutest girls in school was
coming on to him. And she looked like she was going to
start creaming her skirt in a moment. Her legs were
twitching even more now, and her arms fidgeted over
her breasts. He looked at her eyes, which were
becoming glazed over in pleasure.

He looked around a moment. The librarian had already
gone home, giving him the key to close up since he
used to help out. He realized that he might never get
another shot like this again.

"Maybe they'll let me go," Steve said. The hands in
his head felt her breasts swell, while her vaginal
lips puffed up, becomming slicker with her juices. He
felt sparse hair that was lightly scratching against
those mental hands. He licked his lips, feeling
nervous. He didn't understand what was going on, but
he knew that things like this only come along once in
a lifetime.

"You know, I had the biggest crush on you in the 7th
grade." He blushed, remembering how he had followed
her around for just a glimpse of her.

"I know. I- I had a crush on you in the 9th." Now he
could see her nipples poking against her cheerleading
outfit. Her hips were beginning to sway back and forth
in time with his mental fingers. Now he had to believe
that whatever was going on was real.

"So why didn't we ever get together?" he asked. He
leaned forward, placing his hands on her knees.
Amanda's eyes glazed over in pleasure as the
combination of his real fingers and mental fingers
triggered her pleasure points.

"I- I guess ju- just bad timing." Amanda's breath was
coming in short gasps as she grew closer to orgasm.
"May- Maybe it just wasn't ou- ah! - our time."

"Amanda! Where are you?" a voice called out. Steve
jerked back from her as he looked up, at the same time
removing his mental hands. Amanda cried out in
frustration, her fingers plunging into her cheerleader
panties. She started rubbing her pussy, jerking her
hips up and down as she rubbed her stiff clit. Steve
leaned forward, kissing her lips. Amanda made mewling
noises into his mouth as her body shuddered in orgasm.

"Mmn, oh, mm, Steve," she breathed around his mouth.
Their tongues twirled around each other as she wrapped
her arms around him. "Oh, god." She held him tight,
pressing her firm body to his.

Steve hugged her back. "You ok?" he murmured into her
ear.

Amanda put her small hands on his arms. "Um, yeah. I-
I'm sorry." She started blushing furiously. "I don't
know what came over me." She hugged him again. "I just
couldn't stop."

"Hey, it's ok," Steve said. "It's not every day a
beautiful woman acts like that around me." He took her
hand, looking her in the eye. "It will be our secret,
I promise."

Amanda smiled at him. "Thanks. I always knew that I
could trust you." The two of them rose to their feet.
The voice calling for Amanda became louder.

"Amanda- oh, there you are." A different girl walked
into the library. Michelle, one of the other
cheerleaders. She and her sister Andrea were twins.
They had oriental looks, with shoulder length, curly
black hair and almost black eyes. Steve had determined
a way of telling them apart over the years when they
smiled. It wasn't that they had different teeth. It
was just that each of had something in them he could
see only when they smiled.

"Hi, Steve," Michelle said. "What's up?"

"Oh, um, me and Amanda were talking about my biology
assignment." Amanda looked at him a moment, then
nodded.

"Yeah. It's interesting, about the reproduction habits
of bugs and stuff." Amanda picked up her backpack from
the floor. "So, um, Steve, are you going to the
basketball game?"

Steve looked at her a moment, thinking. "Sure. I'll
call up my parents and tell them that I'm going."
<i>And get killed by my parents later on</i>, he
thought. Hopefully he'd reach his mother.

"OK. I'll see you there." Amanda gave him a quick peck
on the cheek as she walked off. Michelle looked at the
two of them, a funny look on her face. Both girls took
off, their gold and green cheerleader outfits and
skirts swaying against their ass as they walked.

Steve sat back down, thinking for a moment. He didn't
have the slightest idea what happened. He wasn't even
sure why. The only thing that he new for certain was
that life was never going to be the same again.


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