Transformations: Morpheus Ch. 3
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Melody wasn't sure when Evie had left her in the bed. She fell asleep.
But she knew when Evie returned. Her alarm clock said 6:30 AM, an hour and a half before Maria would start the first shift.
Melody smiled and rolled over when she felt Evie's hands on her naked back.
"Morning, sunshine," Evie whispered. She had stripped naked and slid under the covers with Melody.
"Won't Maria be mad you ended your shift early?" Melody asked.
Evie giggled. "Oh, I don't think so." She kissed Melody and then turned her head to the side.
Maria was standing by her bed with one eyebrow raised.
Evie nibbled Melody's ear. "Maria and I want to make sure we understand all this."
"O... Okay?"
Evie grinned. "So, you're in love with Eric?"
"Yes," Melody said.
Maria's face was inscrutable.
"And, last night you decided you liked girls too?" Evie said in Melody's ear.
Melody moaned - Evie's hot breath in her ear was making her melt. "Yes."
"You are bisexual," Maria said.
"I... suppose."
"Was not question. Was observation."
"Sorry?"
Evie laughed and kissed Melody's neck. "Don't pay attention to her, Melody. She's just messing with your head because of what you said to her yesterday."
"I'm really sorry about that, Maria," Melody said. "I just didn't want you to get me in trouble over Eric."
Maria smiled for an instant before the stoic Russian detachment returned.
"She wasn't going to get you in trouble. She was just trying to get you to be more careful," Evie said and tickled Melody's ear.
"Really?"
Maria turned away and walked to the dresser. "Yes."
"So, everything's okay?" Melody asked.
Evie giggled. "Oh, better than okay. We came here to show you something."
"What?"
Maria reached behind her and unzipped the back of her dress.
"The eighth wonder of the world," Evie said.
"Stop it," Maria said as she let the dress fall.
Melody gasped.
Maria Marapova's body looked like she was carved from alabaster. Her hips were perfectly heart shaped and muscles stood out on her back. Like Evie, she wasn't wearing panties, only the white stockings and garter belt.
Her almost white hair cascaded halfway down her back.
"Yeah, I know. I could look at her all day," Evie whispered.
She turned around and undid her lace bra, revealing large breasts that belonged on a much younger woman.
Her face that had always seemed cold to Melody now seemed only beautiful with a hint of sadness.
She walked toward the bed, slipping off her shoes.
Maria stood over her and she found herself drawn to look at the woman's sparse, nearly translucent pubic hair.
Maria knelt down and Melody stared at the big breasts.
When Maria stood back up, she was pulling something made from elastic straps up her long legs.
There was a plastic cock attached to it.
"What is that?"
"It's called a strap-on," Evie said.
"What's it for?"
Evie laughed in her ear. "You know damned well what it's for." She rolled Melody onto her back and kissed her as Maria climbed onto the bed.
"Open your legs," Evie whispered.
Melody stared deep into Maria's almond shaped eyes and let her thighs part.
Maria smiled.
Evie reached out and stroked the plastic cock. "Is he bigger than this?"
Melody nodded. "It's almost eleven inches I think."
"Closer to twelve," Maria corrected.
Evie and Melody both looked at her.
Maria shrugged. "He showers with door open. I am a lesbian, but not so much I wouldn't look. He is a beautiful man."
Evie laughed. "You are full of surprises, Maria."
She smiled and grasped Melody's thighs. Then she leaned down and began kissing her pussy.
Melody gasped and her body went rigid.
"Relax," Evie whispered as she caressed Melody's hard nipples.
Melody put her hand over her mouth as Maria sucked her clit.
Evie pulled Melody's hand away. "Door's closed and the walls are soundproof, remember. Let it out."
Melody cried out and ran her fingers through Maria's beautiful hair. She rubbed her crotch hard against the woman's amazing mouth.
"Yeah, that's right," Evie said. Then she leaned over and began sucking Melody's nipples.
"Oh, God!" Melody cried out.
She came, knowing her fluids were pouring onto Maria's face.
She threw her head back and screamed through gritted teeth.
When Maria slid up her body, she threw herself into a passionate kiss.
She moaned into Maria's mouth as she felt the plastic cock press against her and then slide deep inside.
She wrapped her legs around Maria's waist as the woman's powerful hips drove the dildo in and out.
Evie stroked Melody's hair and the small of Maria's back. She leaned in and kissed them both.
"God, God!" Melody cried out as she came again and fell asleep in their arms.
***
"He's affecting them, isn't he?" Stafford asked.
Dr. Thompson nodded.
They were watching the sapphic three-way going on in Melody's room on the black and white monitor.
"It's hormones, I believe. Perhaps even his brain waves. Just being in close proximity to him is causing them to change," Thompson said.
"The other two were degenerates before," Stafford said. "But the Hutchins girl was normal. His hormones or brainwaves or whatever they are drove her to perversion."
Thompson sighed. "Do you ever get tired of being a Neanderthal, Stafford? You actually see these three women as perverted degenerates?"
"Makes me wonder about you that you don't, doctor."
"Perhaps they're simply evolving."
"Jesus Christ," Stafford said. "We can debate morality at a different date, doctor. For now, we need to limit people's exposure to Eric Morrison, so we don't have anybody else 'evolving'."
Thompson nodded. "On this we are in agreement."
***
She woke up with Evie curled against her, breathing steadily.
Maria was putting her uniform back on. She looked over her shoulder at Melody. "My shift starts."
"Maria, what should I do?" Melody asked.
Maria shrugged as she adjusted her cap. "Sleep here with Evie till your shift starts."
"No, I mean..."
Maria laughed. She turned and leaned on the dresser. "I know what you meant, darling. I make a joke." She walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. She ran her fingers through Melody's blonde hair. "Tell him."
"You think I should? What if...?"
"Melody, my love. There are men you could tell about this who would crucify you, call you names, toss you away. Your Eric is not such a man. He is the kind of man who will accept you and love you."
Melody smiled and kissed her hand.
"Now, sleep."
Melody closed her eyes and Maria closed the door behind her.
***
Morpheus
I had dispensed with wearing the pajama top. It was too tight, and I felt like an idiot wearing it. I can't imagine how I must have appeared to Stafford and Thompson as I stood shirtless wearing only tight blue pajama bottoms in front of my blackboard.
They were standing as far away as possible, pressed against the wall.
"Any breakthroughs overnight?" Thompson asked.
I chuckled. "Doctor, you don't honestly believe I could solve this that quickly, do you?"
"No."
"I have some thoughts if you'd like to hear them?" I said.
"Please," Thompson said.
"First, a question: does anyone outside the United States know about this?"
"A few of our allies," Stafford said.
"You must tell every government on earth, Colonel."
"Are you out of your goddamned mind?"
I sighed. "Secrecy will doom us, Colonel. There needs to be a global effort to solve this."
"What are we supposed to do? Share intel with the Russians? The goddamned red Chinese?"
I turned and glared at him. "Yes, Colonel. They're going to die too. Have you even warned the Russians about the dangers of detonating another Neptunium bomb?"
Stafford stared at me. "No."
I laughed. "Colonel, the mutations caused by the detonation of one of those bombs have doomed humanity to a slow death. More detonations might cause different mutations that will kill us in a matter of weeks. Don't you think we should make sure that doesn't happen?"
Thompson held up his hand. "I'll speak to the President, Eric. The decision is his."
I nodded.
"Beyond alerting the world governments, what else can we do?"
"Start looking for people who are immune. To do that, we'll need a way to test for the mutation. It will take us at least a decade to create such a test given current technology."
"Wait, you're saying there are people who are immune to the mutation?"
"Yes. Statistically there have to be. I would place the numbers at one-one hundredth of one percent of the world population - approximately 350,000 people. These people will need to be identified and selectively bred..."
"Selective breeding? Are you out of your goddamned mind, Morrison?" Stafford asked. "This is the United States. The people aren't going to go for a 'selective breeding' program."
"They will if they want to save the human race. Gentlemen, in a hundred years, the decreasing birth rate will be evident to anyone who looks at the figures."
"Are there other things we can do, Eric?" Thompson asked.
I nodded. "Suspended animation until we can find a way to cure this."
Stafford laughed. "People in freezers. Jesus, this is your genius, Thompson? Who goes in them, Morrison? Who decides?"
I shook my head. "To save the world, perhaps I have to change it."
"What?" Thompson asked.
"Every stop gap measure I present, you counter with the right of people to free will. Perhaps that needs to be taken away. Sometimes I wonder if I couldn't build a better civilization without your fucking morality and convention, Stafford?"
