Her boyfriend had been acting strange, to the point where she might suspect cheating if he wasn't such an introvert. Clint went to work, vanishing for hours and then returning to spend the remaining few hours of each day largely ignoring her, worse yet avoiding her. At first she was concerned that she'd pushed him too far, she was only flirting with her boss to get a raise but Clint might have taken it harder than she thought. But now he looked at her with strange eyes, not cold but certainly detached.
As if she was meat.
He still acted mostly normal, kisses before and after he got home, cuddles on the couch, movie nights with friends, but he seemed to be, for lack of a better word, building up to something. Just the other day he asked her "Why do you bother working?" a very un-Clinty thing to say, though she had to agree with him at least partially. Fousetech paid him more than enough for both of their shares of the mortgage, she just couldn't pull that kind of money with her office job. That was a good chunk of the reason she'd started wearing low cut blouses to work and plumping her already plush breasts with push-up bras. In an office of women she had to stand out to get promoted, it's just how things worked. Clint didn't see it that way, he didn't like that people, especially her, used their sexuality to get ahead in life.
There was something else though, a thrill of shivers that worked her spine when he looked at her. Not exactly fear, but not exactly excitement either. Each time his eyes set upon her in that peculiar way he'd taken to looking at her when he didn't think she was able to see, each time felt like an echo of some baffled thrashing memory. Maybe she'd had a nightmare about him, a glint of silver flashed across her thoughts, the rough imagined shape of a needle. She tried to hold onto the thought but it vanished into the dark places where thoughts go and she couldn't even remember why she cared. Clint had said he would be late tonight, but that he'd be staying home for the long weekend. With no work to keep him distant she hoped to talk some sense into him, perhaps even find out why he'd been so strange lately.
Clint arrived home abruptly, briefcase on one shoulder, hard pelican case on a strap over the other and a box of wiring, probably for one of his little electrical projects. He looked at her and smiled, not the faker smiles he'd been showing recently but a real genuine Clint smile, the kind that creeps onto your face just looking at it. After setting his things down in the study he came back to give her a kiss and watch a few episodes of crap Househunter shows before once more vanishing into his study. She pouted, he was going to work on projects instead of being with her. Again.
Stomping quietly, she'd never been able to really stomp with her slender legs, but really trying to stomp, she went into their room and opened the box from Fredericks she'd picked up after work. Pink checkered paper crumpled away from the satin black and green prize within, followed by her clothes crumpling to the floor as she shed them one by one. Looking in the mirror at herself she knew there was no way was she going to let Clint just ignore her again, she was going to make him pay attention.
The salesgirl had shown her how to assemble the outfit just right, all she had to do was follow that. Easy as cake, she put on the hiphugging garter a mostly black affair but with black lace over deep green lace and a small green ribbon of lace stitched onto the center of each of the stocking belts. Settling it into place she checked herself in the mirror for both fit and to see if she'd missed anything shaving. Turning her legs she was satisfied that she'd achieved a satin smooth finish to both her legs and her pussy save the small v of short hair she always left because the dark curls contrasted with her pale skin beautifully.
Next came the stockings, black as night with a band of green lace to match the garter and bra, they slid smoothly over her hairless legs and came just shy of halfway up her thighs. Clips on the belts matched small plastic loops on the stockings, anchoring everything in place around her toned body. She followed the salesgirl's instructions from earlier and reached behind her to spread the double straps in the back to support her already round ass.
Finally came the bra, even more ornate with black and forest lace blooming from the bottom of each breast, silky smooth fabric pressed and lifted her bust. Adjusting everything one last time she looked at her reflection and felt invincible.
Walking down the hall she felt the fabric of the stockings slide and move over her feet pleasantly, nearing the door to Clint's study she shivered a little. 'Just nerves' she told herself. She opened the door, "Cliiinnnt..."
He looked up from his project, some vr helmet thing he'd been working on for months, and she couldn't help smile lasciviously at his expression. Clint set down what he was holding and looked at her, really looked at her, smiling from ear to ear. "Well look at that. What brings you in here? Better not let my girlfriend catch you with me." Classic Clint humor, it was working already. He walked over, still in his hoodie and sweats but she could see by the tent he wouldn't be in anything much longer. "I'm really surprised though Sash. I had a surprise all worked out for you, but who knew you'd have one for me." He trailed off a bit at the end but all her mind thought was 'surprise?' thinking of everything it could be, an engagement ring, a vacation, a dog.
"Surprise?" she blurted, unsure of herself despite the feelings of sexual invincibility mere moments before.
He hugged her, she could smell his musk and nuzzled into the folds of his hood trying to find neck to kiss, but a sharp pain in her side made her jump. "Just please... don't panic." The world was darkening, growing further away. Had... he drugged... her ...?
When she woke up on the hardwood floor it was fuzzyheaded and confused. She remembered hugging Clint and then... nothing. "How you feeling sleepyhead?"
"Whaaa?"
"Don't worry about it, completely intentional and you're in no danger."
"Whaaaa?!" Danger, why would she be in danger?
"Ok... let's see here." Her vision was blurry still but he was holding something, a tablet probably. "Ah, here we go."
A metallic buzz filled her head, followed by the same feeling setting into her taste and skin and everywhere, there wasn't anything that didn't feel like metallic buzzing as if she was being electrocuted very very slowly.
"Now don't worry, this might feel weird but you'll like it soon enough. It's like a rollercoaster, it might be scary at first but you feel great afterwards." She wanted to say she hated rollercoasters but found that her mouth simply wouldn't move. Her whole body simply refused to respond. Panic set in but dulled under the buzzing that permeated her mind.
"I'm sure you're wondering what's going on. It's simple, as a great man once said: Nanomachines Son!" he made a flourish to accentuate his reference but the horror of what he'd said was too pressing. Maybe it was all some kind of prank, one of his intricate stunts.
"Don't worry Sasha, it's going to be ok. You're just immobilized to let the hive cluster form safely, if you moved about too much you could cut up your organs on it before it's complete." Hive cluster? Cut up her organs? Immobilized!?
"I can see you're panicking. Just calm down and you'll be able to move in... ah..." He tapped at the tablet again, "8 minutes 22 no... 18 seconds."
She felt something warm bloom at the back of her head, spreading across her scalp. The buzzing was going away. She was so elated to feel normal if only in one place and it was spreading even more, down her neck and shoulders. Sasha still couldn't move but she felt much better as the warmth expanded out into her chest. She could feel one of the clips from her garter digging into her hip now.
"Only a few more minutes hon. Then you'll be ready to get up and move around a bit." Sasha would have started if she'd been able but instead could only stare in wonder at him. His voice was different somehow, she hadn't noticed it before with all the buzzing but it was... bigger, more captivating.
"I need you to, ah you're already looking good. Just keep looking at me and don't blink too much." Had his voice always sounded this good? She looked up at him, trying to convince herself this was still just a dream. She blinked, a piece of dust had fallen in her eye or at least it felt like it for a moment but when her eyes opened to see him again she felt her pussy clench and nipples stood as stones under her bra. Everything about him oozed sex, power, everything she needed and wanted. She barely even remembered that he'd drugged her or that she couldn't move, she'd tear off his clothes and fuck him right there on the floor.
"Ok, one last thing and then you can get up." He opened the yellow pelican case he'd brought home earlier, loud snaps barely noticed by Sasha as she writhed internally. Grabbing the contents Clint quickly knelt down next to her, his large deft hands spreading gel across her side, carefully avoiding the bra. He stood and wiped his hands on a towel before returning with a weird medical thing.
"Not to worry Sasha. It's just an ultrasound, I want to confirm the cluster is fully formed before letting you up."
