All characters 18 or older.
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Chapter One
"The It Girl"
Of all the things that I thought could one day destroy my life as I know it Caty Patton's breasts would have been near the bottom of the list.
My name is Rudy Crayton and I'm an inventor. I have been building things for as long as I can remember. I built all kinds of rope and pulley based contraptions in the backyard as a kid. I took apart the TV and put it back together. In high school I found an interest in robotics. It started with simple little robot kits but it only grew from there.
That's how I got myself into this mess. I became president of the school's robotics club. Everyone in school knew this. So when we were assigned a science project due at the end of the year that would be worth half our grade I knew someone would want to use me to get a good grade for very little work. I did not expect it to be Caty.
She was our school's It girl. She was tall with flowing black hair. Her skin had an olive tone to it and her face was beautiful with lovely Eurasian features. Every boy wanted to date her and every girl wanted to be her. The only thing she really seemed to lack was a nice rack. Hers was a solid B cup, not bad but nothing to write home about. She and didn't exactly run in the same circles so I was a bit taken aback when she tapped me on my shoulder in class that day.
"Hey Rudy."
"Hey ... hey Caty."
"I was wondering if you'd mind working with me on our project."
"Really?"
"Of course silly."
"Yeah that'd be great! I mean sure I guess I could do that."
She laughed.
"Great, we'll get started today. Be at my house at four."
"You lucky dog," my pal Reggie teased shoving my shoulder.
"Shut up."
We were having lunch, or at least I was trying to.
"It's just a school project," I reminded him, "there's nothing remotely romantic or sexual about this."
"Dude don't ruin this for me."
"Oh yes I'm sorry I didn't immediately think about how my life affects you."
"Apology accepted."
I was able to get a few bites in before he started in again.
"Take pictures of everything."
"What?"
"When she's not looking take pics with your phone. Shots of her underwear drawer would be preferred."
"OK first of all we'll probably be working out of her living room not her bedroom and second: no!"
That afternoon I nervously knocked on her front door. She opened smiling.
"There you are."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Without letting go she led to the couch and set me down. It was only when she joined me did she let go.
"OK so what should our project be?" I asked.
"Well I was thinking of something to do with robots," she ventured.
Oh there was a surprise.
"Really?"
"I know, I know ask the robot boy and suggest robots, not very original. But I see how passionate you are about it. That's why I suggested it. The more passionate you are the harder you'll try."
"Well I can't really argue with that."
"I thought not."
"Anything more specific than just robots?"
"Afraid that's as far as I got. The only thing that's coming to mind is Rosie from The Jetsons."
"We may be able to work with that."
"Dude how was it?" Reggie asked.
I was getting ready for bed when he Skyped.
"We worked on a class project what do you think it was like?"
"Did you get those pics I asked for?"
"Dude you are such a pervert."
"Is that a yes?"
"No, we stayed in the living room, like I said we would."
"You could have still snuck in there."
"I'm hanging up now."
"Wait one more thing."
"What?"
"How does she smell up close?"
I hung up.
Chapter Two:
"Note to Self: Never Cross Caty Patton"
I'll be the first to admit I'm not perfect. If a project can't be finished fast I lose interest in it. So that's what happened with our project.
I mean the first two weeks went OK. We plotted it out and got all the materials we needed. Then the school year started in earnest. Clubs, dances, dates (not that I had many of those), holidays, they all conspired against us. Synching our schedules became a nightmare. So I stopped trying. Unfortunately I also stopped working on our project all together.
Before I knew it we had only a long weekend to get it finished. Caty had been calling me for days. I let them go to voice mail, they were getting pretty angry. We still had plenty of time. So I sat down in the living room and turned on the TV.
There was a knock on the door. Oh great it was her, it had to be. Taking a deep breath I walked over and opened the door. Caty stood there with a cover for a plastic lawn chair. You know the kind that looks like a cylinder with a whole at the bottom so it can slip over the folded chair.
"Caty I ..."
I never got to finish that thought. She shoved the chair cover over my head. It went down to my hips covering my arms.
"Hey!"
I felt her wrap something tight around it until I couldn't get loose. She then grabbed the handle and pulled me after her.
"Caty what are you ...?"
I was thrown into what felt like a car. I heard a slam above me. She'd locked me in the trunk!
By the time I was able to see again I was in a bedroom. It was a very feminine bedroom. Holy crap it was her room. I was in Caty Patton's bedroom! She shoved me into a desk chair. Before I could say anything she wrapped what appeared to be medical tape round my waist and legs pinning me to the chair.
"Hey! What gives?"
She shoved up to a desk. On it were all the parts and plans for the project.
"You have till Monday morning to get it finished."
It took most the weekend to finish it too. Friday evening Caty had me call home and tell my folks I was staying at a friend's house for a few days. After that all I was allowed to focus on was work. She would feed me a few times a day and escort me to the bathroom but then it was right back to that chair.
"Finished," I declared Sunday around noon.
"Good," she said looking over my work.
"Alright are you going to let me go now?"
"No."
"No?"
"We have some things to do first."
She untied me and drug me into the bathroom. Shoving me onto the toilet she began yanking off all my clothes until I was totally naked. I covered myself as she started a shower.
"Get in you stink."
After washing off I got out but found no clothes so I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back into her bedroom.
"Where are my clothes?"
"Washing."
"What do I do until there done?"
"Wait in here like a good boy."
She was sitting on her bed and patted next to her indicating I should join her. Nervously I did just that.
"So what do you do when you're not building robots or wasting people's time?" she teased.
So we spent the rest of the day just talking. At some point her hand started rubbing my toweled leg. I thought things were going farther but she stopped and gave me my clothes back. I was free to go.
The next day in class we revealed what we had made.
"They're ro-buttlers," I explained.
All around our booth were small radio controlled boxes on treads. One robot drove over to a small potted plant. A short plastic tube extended from it. Suddenly a small gust of water shot out soaking the soil around the plant's roots.
"It can be used to deliver water anywhere. Say to an injured hiker to keep them alive until rescue arrives."
The judges clapped. Needless to say we took the ribbon and an A. After we were done Caty joined me out front.
"You did good Crayton."
"Are you here to apologize for strapping me to that chair?"
"Hell no you deserved it. Besides keeping you in my room like that was kinda fun. I'm just sorry I couldn't keep you any longer."
"I have no idea how to respond to that."
"Just keep up the work, I'll be keeping an eye on you."
With that she kissed me on the cheek and walked off.
Chapter Three
"Time Marches On"
That was the last I spent any real time with Caty for the rest of high school. We graduated and went off to college. That meant our separate ways. She went off to a state university majoring in economics. I went to UC Berkley to continue my love affair with robotics. After graduation Caty became a sales rep for a major cosmetics corporation. I on the other hand was hired by one of the top research centers in the country.
I continued to tinker around with the designs for that old science fair project. There was potential there I just had to realize it. So after about a year of research it was ready.
"And now the president of BioSource, Dr. Patrick Sullivan," the head of marketing told the assembled press and guests at our big launch party.
Everyone clapped as a tall thin man with thick round glasses and grey hair came up onto the stage. That would be my boss.
"Thank you, thank you," he said playing to the crowd, "that's quite enough. I haven't even shown you the thing yet."
Everyone laughed.
"Bigger is better. Who here's heard that before? Well I'm here to tell you it isn't true. The future is small. Introducing Micro-bots. Tiny robots that can fit just about anywhere. Now I know this really doesn't count as new but what we're doing with them does.
"The BioSource Micro-Bots System is a network of wireless connected microscopic robots what are placed within the human body. I know they look like Legos but they can do so much more. They send out an electrical charge that is harmless to the host body. It can trigger the division of cells causing them to multiply. This in turn causes the target area to grow.
"To demonstrate let's bring out the inventor of this little machines. Please welcome Dr. Rudy Crayton."
There was polite applause as I took the stage.
"Good evening. The images on the screen behind me are a live feed of the inside of my own body. Those are my own Micro-Bots. Right now they are in my legs. I'm going to use them to put a few inches on my height."
I hit a button on the remote I was holding. The robots on the screen lit up and started to shake. My legs tingled like I was in a massage chair. Suddenly I shot up five inches. On the screen my cells multiplied. There were oohs and ahs.
"You know what I think I liked it better the other way."
I hit another button. The robots lit up and my legs tingled. The cells on the screen started to merge and reform into the size they were before. The inches I gained were suddenly gone as I shrunk back down. There was a wild applause. Dr. Sullivan took back over at that point.
"This technology will be a benefit to all medicine. We can now shrink away cancer cells. We can regrow lost limbs. The benefits are limitless. And of course it'll do wonders for the plastic surgery industry as well."
Everyone laughed again.
