So, the world is under someone's control; it has been that way for the years and we only recently found out. About 3 years ago several diseases just disappeared overnight like a miracle and several religions were quick to take credit, but that wasn't it.
It was really amazing; several types, but not all of them, of cancer went away, and damaged organs were regenerated. The patients all overnight started feeling better and felt compelled to visit their oncologist for testing. The shocked doctors told the patients that it didn't go into remission and that it was like they never had cancer.
This spawned fresh research to figure out what happened and whether it could be replicated because there is still uncured cancer. What they found was about as understandable as a miracle: they found small microscopic machines in the patients. The scientists looked at everyone else and found the same machines; everyone was "infected."
Is the whole world infected? Certainly, when they went into archived blood samples, they found these going back years. Tiny machines were in all of us for a year, scanning us and learning how we worked, and when they cured everyone, whoever was behind it probably decided they had learned enough and didn't need to hide anymore.
So why am I thinking about it now? Well, in the last 3 years, whoever is behind this has been making changes, most of them good, some of them kind of strange. A few more diseases are a thing of the past. Very good. One night the president in the middle of a news conference started endlessly confessing, going to say that was a weird one. They resigned the next day.
Sometimes the changes are sexual, scenarios that suddenly spring into being, completely random, although there are a few patterns, never anyone under 18 or in their presence, and nothing that causes discomfort or injury.
Which brings me back to the present. My college roommate just activated; it seems. Out of nowhere, she said, "A few weeks ago, I caught sight of your tits, and they were amazing. Can I see them again?" This is so out of character for her; she is very quiet and modest; maybe 2-3 dates with guys in the 2 years we have been roommates; and she certainly wouldn't use the term "tits".
Here's the thing: usually people around someone activated are activated too, so as soon as I heard that, I guessed I was as well. Seeing my hands move to quickly remove all my clothes sort of confirmed it. When I thought about what I was doing, what came back was that she wanted to see my tits, so I might as well get naked; not undressing wasn't even something I was considering.
Strangely, I saved the shirt and bra for last. I was then standing there, completely naked, in front of my roommate, who was fixed on my tits. I just realized that that was the only word that seemed to fit for them anymore; the other words were in my vocabulary, but I would never use them. As I took off the last of the clothes, her eyes lit up. "They are more amazing than I remember."
Now I do think that genetics was kind to me. I was slim with long reddish blond hair, fair skin, and a really nice set of tits that fit nicely into a c-cup bra, or at least they did because girls who are activated like this usually gain a bra size, making them look like they had a visit to the plastic surgeon. I expect the next few days will see this happening to me.
Jenny continues to look, edging closer. I find myself posing to give her every view possible when she suddenly says, "Can I lick them?" Looking back, I should have reacted differently, but in the moment, it seemed like a very reasonable request. My friend and roommate wanted to lick my tits; it was like she asked to borrow a K-cup because she ran out of coffee. Not only was I willing to let her, I was actually getting excited for it.
She gets up to sit on my bed, and on the way, pulling off her clothes as fast as possible, I think to myself "Her tits aren't so bad either; I never noticed", probably because she was so shy and always wore bulky clothes.
I think she was afraid I was going to change my mind. Jenny rushed to sit next to me on the bed. I think she was quietly asking for permission, and I nodded slightly, and she went at it with abandon. With one hand, she cupped my right tit--yep, that is my word now--and with the other, she licked and kissed.
Now one of the things that have been activated reported was that sex in any form was much more intense. This is why Jenny's attention felt better than any boy ever has; it felt like an orgasm without being one. This felt better than I had ever felt when someone paid attention to my tits. I panicked when she seemed to stop, but she just shifted so she could change her attention from one tit to the next.
This is when it got intense; both of us were getting turned on, and I have never been attracted to another girl, Jenny probably the same, but right now I couldn't help but reach down and slide a finger into her, finding she was just as wet as I was. As I pulled my fingers out, I brushed her clitoral area, and she shuddered, stopped licking my tits, and looked at me for a half second before pushing me down on the bed.
The next thing I knew, she had her mouth on my pussycat and hers was in my face. The only reasonable thing was to start licking. This is what you do when someone 69s you, even if you never thought about it with another girl in your life.
