The Collective (Devilla Roche x Greg Grey)

"Oh, I'm okay..." I reply, feigning tenacity and taking a drink of the cold, crisp water. I swallow.

"You know - any of us - we have to be thankful to be alive." I place the glass of water down on the blanket and look up at her, trying to ignore the torso she has so perfectly on display, posed with shoulders set straight, back erect.

"I...uh..." My eyes meet hers, and suddenly I'm at a loss for words. Her smile, her glittering eyes - dazzling. I have to compose myself, and quickly. I look away.

"I'm...managing. It's not so bad, really," I say, knowing I have to be careful with what I say, especially to those I don't know, "I mean, it makes sense...the government's just trying to...protect us. There are so few of us left." I pause, to take a bite of sandwich. "And...I realize...the only way we're going to continue...the only hope is...The Program..."

I swallow again, dryly, and my eyes settle, despite themselves, on her body, her hips. Her thin waist, and pleasantly fleshy, widely rounded hips. "But...y'know...lots of us. Us men...we're waiting. Waiting, maybe they'll come up with something else? It's...scary..."

I avert my eyes again. I can feel her working on me: ever since The Event, being in the presence of a woman did this. I weakened, my will failing. It was hard to be strong. Or articulate. "So, in the meantime...I'm getting by. I moved myself into the city when everyone else started to congregate here. Living by myself, coming into downtown for rations when I need. But...it's lonely...it gets cold in the winter..."

I hear myself, and don't like it. I have to snap out of this.

"So...how about you...how are you doing? You say you're in a new house?"

<Milly listens as he speaks regarding how he is coping with his new life...inside she is smiling knowing that he is in this weakened state...this gives her all the confidence in the world that soon he will be hers for the taking...trying not to be overconfident she continues to listen...Milly smile, no more of a warmth takes over as Greg talks about the inevitability of The Program>

<She reaches out with her hand and caresses his shouler>

"Oh you poor thing." She says with utter affirmation, "You must allow me to help you. And I will not take no for an answer."

<Greg inquires about her house>

"Oh it's wonderful, but so big. I feel so lonely in it. If it weren't for the ocean view and the wildlife, well then I don't know what I'd do."

<She hopes that this is enough for him to actually pity her>

<Milly perks up>

"Why don't you come over after lunch? Seeing the ocean just might do you a world of good."

"Uh...."

I know I shouldn't do this. I know I shouldn't. But the thought makes me buzz...

What can it hurt, right? If I keep my wits about me? And it might be good for me, to see the ocean...and she sounds lonely too. We all should have friends...

"Ummm..." I look into her eyes, and feel it again. The part of me that's changed, the part that's weaker. There's such a warmth to her, though. The kindness that made her a good nurse, for children.

"Just a visit? For a few minutes?" I ask

<Milly Nods>

"O-okay," I reply, nervously, "that sounds cool, thanks. After we're done here?"

<After finish up lunch (with Milly eating three sandwiches to Greg's one) they make their way to her car...oddly, its a mini-van, but brand new...as Greg makes his way into the car, she feels compelled to help him get in and buckle him into the seat, as if he were a child...she makes sure it is tight, but not too tight, and gives him a smile....she then gets in and they take the five or so mile ride down to the ocean, in the estate section of town....many large houses, all beautiful, well built....when they arrive she tells him to wait and unbuckles him, again in a motherly, caring manner....she then grabs the basket and takes him by the arm and escorts him into the house>

<Once inside, the house is quite voluminous, tall ceilings, in some cases maybe 16' to 20' high...enough to accommodate a giant...for now the space dwarfs both of them....the furniture is of normal size...Milly, takes him into the great room where a wall of windows gives a spacious view of the ocean...it's about 3 o'clock in the afternoon looking at one of the wall clocks in the room>

"Would you like to go out to the deck and watch the waves as they crash in? It looks to be high tide. Or would you prefer to have a tour of the house. I certainly don't want you to get lost. Now in a more sweeter sounding voice... Or would Greg like to sit on the nice comfy couch with me?"

<The afternoon has passed almost like a dream to Greg. Lunch, with a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman, sweet, who has begun to dote on him. At first he felt silly, when she cleaned the remains of his lunch up for him ("I can do that..." he said, though she tutted him away). But it was nice, having someone to make food for him, clean up after him. Next he felt confused, when she buckled him in to the car. Confused because...well..adults don't do that for one another. But also confused because...he liked that, too. She had a maternal way about her that was...well...again, it gave him a dark buzz. A dark, dangerous buzz. He enjoyed the press of her big, soft breast against his arm as she strapped him in, and her warm smile. It seemed to stir deep, deep memories...>

<He feels strange, afraid, walking into her house, as she closes the front door behind them. Locking it. He knows that with his libido, his weakened mind and will, that he is in danger, danger of making the wrong decisions, decisions that will change his life...perhaps, eventually, end it. But he stays because...well..he likes the way she is talking to him, taking care of him.>

<No one has ever done that.>

<She offers a view of the ocean, a tour of the house, or...>

"...or would Greg like to sit on the nice comfy couch with me?"

<His throat catches, again. She asked that of him, their eyes locked, in the third person, as if to a child, and immediately...oh god, no...he starts to harden.>

"Ummm...M-Milly..?" I say, turning from her so I can speak, looikng to the magnificent view out the window. She is still smiling at me, studying me and my reaction. I know what I have to do. "We...should talk..." I consider the couch for the moment...images flood into my head, oh god...but no. I steel myself again. "Let's go outside, you can show me the garden? The patio looks nice. And we can...talk..."

<A simple proposition to sit on the couch and she sees that his cock is nice and hard...his cargo shorts don't help either...there is that tautness of the fabric....like a tent, popped up...Milly can't help but notice...and she smiles>

In a very coy manner....
"I'd love to take you out and show you the garden, but Greg, you cannot honestly walk around with this now can you?"

<With that she places her right hand over his bulge and squeezes his the fabric of the shorts as it wraps around his hardened member>

"I think you'd better sit on the couch Greg and let me take care of this for you."

<She sees that he is frozen, embarrassed, even petrified, his mouth agape...in that moment, she knows that his libido has gotten the best of him and she needs to take charge>

She looks at him in empathy and lets go of his shorts...
"Greg sweety, you poor thing. I've heard about this. About how you men have been affected by The Event, and how your libidos just get the best of you. Now sit down now for Milly and lets do something about down there. Our little talk will have to wait."

"O-oh m-my god...Milly...no..." I stammer, though I allow myself to be pushed, slowly backward, towards the couch.

What's happening?

My eyes are wide, locked to hers, trying to read...But I have not been with a woman for...years. Not allowed myself any intimate, human contact since...my mind goes blank...

What's happening?

The back of my knees hit the couch and gently she pushes me down, to sit. I look up at her, hands now behind her, shoulders back to display her figure. She knows what that does to me.

"W-W-...W-what's happening?" i ask

"Shhh Sweety, don't talk. Not when your in this condition."

<With quite the smile and with the obvious upper hand, Greg's weakness is Milly's strength - she knew it and so did Greg so it wasn't out of character for Milly to unzip her dress and allow it to fall to her waist...it would have fallen to the floor, but her waist was now slightly larger...Milly bends forward, again with that characteristic smile, her double D's drooping to show a deep amount of cleavage to Greg, yet still sit there nestled in Milly's white bra...she stands up and quickly moves her hips up and down while sliding the dress down further then stepping out of it...she sees the effect it has on Greg...he's nearly catatonic and spellbound by her beauty....this only fuels his libido even more and again this is all too self-evident to Milly...she then slowly undoes the button and her boobs fly out, catching Greg by surprise and slowly removes it...then she kneels in front of him>

"Milly is here to take care of this for you Greg. Milly is here to take care of a lot of things for you if you want her to."

<As she speaks, she unzips and the unbuttons his shorts>

"Lift."

<He does so as ordered>

<Milly pulls the cargo shorts along with his underwear down past his knees...she sees his cock, which is quite large and stiff; a full erection that seems ready for just about anything....Milly thinks about how long it has been since she had sex, or any cock for that matter...quite frankly, she missed it, but today she was a woman on a mission, and her having any was secondary to having his cum and swallowing it, she was told that it would make her grow and almost surely cement the deal between her and Greg>

In a soft, nurturing tone...[/]
"Shhh. Don't worry. Milly will make it feel all better."

<She lowered her big tits on his cock, and they nearly swallowed up his member wholesale, with the exception of the head of his penis....then she slowly raised and lowered her boobs and Greg's penis would appear and then disappear deep within her cleavage...as she did this, she threw back her head and allowed her hair to move out of face - she did it so sexily and it had an added affect to what she was doing to him>

Oh my god this is...this is happening too fast, i wasn't ready for this...but...

unnh...

...but it's everything...oh god...everything I've been fantasizing about since...

<greg's mind is muddled, the sickness keeping him from having the will to fight his instincts. And his instincts now...he shudders to think...>

"M-M-Milly...." I say, watching my cock, grown since the original sickness, slide in and out between her breasts. I think to protest, but She's so soft, she's...

"...you're so big..." I find myself saying, looking at her breasts, falling into the trance of her rhythm. Her skin is so perfect, hair long, thick, soft. My cock nearly disappears into her cleavage. She's humming her approval, urging me onwards.

"M-M-Milly..." I stutter, "w-w-we sh-shouldn't.....you know what will happen if...if we do..?"

<Milly smiles and is in her glory when Greg mentions how big she is; then she hears his feeble attempts to resist>

"What Greg? What will happen? Milly says in sort of a defiance of his words. "How can we possibly move forward to anything else when your so hard? I can't allow it. In fact I will not allow it, not while your in my home."

<She continues her assault on his shaft, she slowly allows some of her saliva to drip out of her mouth and onto the head of his penis...this in turn provides some lubrication between her and him and now Milly can move her rack up and down a bit faster...she grabs the sides of her soft pillowy boobs and pushes them together allowing more pressure to be placed on his cock>

Milly becomes more motherly again in her approach with him, "Besides, don't you like me? Am I not good enough for you?"

"oh my god no, Milly..." I breathe, basking in her motherly tone, "you're...you're beautiful..."

This is...otherworldly, the feel of this Woman's soft breasts enveloping me, the sight of her knelt on the floor before me. Even the sound of her voice. It's all speaking to a part of me, a new part of me, this new obsession. it shames me to even think about it, the things i fantasize about now.

i want...more. Right now i want to give her more...i want to fuel her, strengthen her...i want to become...i can't say it. though I know the consequences, at this moment the consequences are starting to seem more and more like heaven...

i have never been treated like this by a Woman; not with Jill, not with anyone. I am not used to comforts. It makes me powerless.

< i lean back on the couch more, allowing her to pleasure me. My hands grip the cushions, bracingly.>

"oh my god..Milly..." My senses are all but overwhelmed.

< I long to hear the sound of her voice in my ear.>

<Happy to hear his words, she moves off of his cock and lunges forward, her body half climbing up on the sofa...she stops momemtarily, her huge mammaries right in front of his face before she places her lips right in front of his ear>

In a whispering tone, her hot heavy breath in his ear.....
Simply she says, "It's settled then." ~the double meaning of her cryptic words..that the issue of his hard on is settled but more importantly that their relationship is settled....Milly allows Greg to figure this out for himself...she knows that once his seed is in her mouth, she will be able to get tested tomorrow, begin the program and get the paperwork that is necessary to make Greg her mate, her new husband, and moreover her continued growth and pursuit to live forever as the youthful woman that she ow is...Greg will merely become her child,?an appendage, a parasite living off of her and doing as he is told~

<Now she moves from his ear back down to his hard cock, kneeling once again on the floor...her mouth hovers over the head of his cock and she lowers her mouth.. It continues to go down until she has engulfed his whole member down to his balls...the she bobs her hear up and down sucking his cocks with her swollen, luscious lips....at times she looks directly at Greg and sees that he is weak and docile....she is empowered by his weakness and it gives her an odd mixture of confidence and domineering superiority>

<Milly crawls up on the couch, straddling him; her big breasts are so close, in front of his face. She knows, that with the primal obsession man now has with breasts, he will be helpless against his instincts.>

oh god...oh christ...

<then, the whispers in his ear, her breath: another weakness of his. With that and the sight of her full bosom filling his vision, it is all he can to to keep from blowing, unbidden right there.>

"oh, god, Milly...stop..."

<He knows what his come will do; it will commit him to her. They are...not ready for this...he is not ready for this...is he?>

<But she is not listening to him.>

<Her mouth goes down onto him, and he slides into her, again, and again...slowly. He grips the cushions, harder, trying to hold back...>

"M-M-Milly..." I whine, pleadingly...

not yet...please.

<But there is no fighting her skilled mouth, lips, tongue, throat: their wet warmth. He tries, vainly to hold back, as long as he can. But he cannot control himself, and when she looks up at him with her big, bright eyes, his huge cock filling her mouth, and their gazes meet, it is all over. He...he...he...


...comes>

<Milly sets her mind to the task at hand and blocks out his now seemingly ever present whining (something that she will need to work on with him)....she notices his hands take hold of the sofa cushions, as if he were holding on to dear life...with one last look of her "fuck me eyes" she sees him arch back, clutching and then the pulsating of his cock...his warm seed fills her mouth not once, not twice, but five times...the warmth feels good...not a drop is lost...she swallows it...in a matter of seconds his come is absorbed through the walls of her esophagus and it quickly enters her bloodstream....before his eyes she grows, not one, not two, but three whole inches in height....when the episode is over she has no idea that her chest is slightly bigger, her areola larger in diameter, and her nipples are bigger...she stands up and puts her bra back on...it is tight as are her shoes, not to mention her dress, which sits well above her knees....even her gorgeous brunette hair has grown a few inches and tingles...there are other effects of swallowing Greg's come, some will not be evident until a few days later>

She puts her hand out for him to take...
"All right Sweety, the garden will have to wait. You can't be like this. I am giving you a bath. Now pull up your underwear and shorts>

<Milly pulls him off from the sofa with ease and practically drags him upstairs to the master bathroom>



<Milly turns on the water and finds the bubble bath, pouring some in....a cacophony of bubbles begins to burst and multiplies a thousand times over creating that soft soapy effect throughout the tub>

In that doting motherly way of hers...
"Okay Sweety let me help you out of those dirty clothes."

<Milly strips him down to his birthday suit>

"Get in, no dilly dallying. I bet Greggy wants to have a nice hot bubble bath doesn't he?"

<The orgasm has left greg in the state typical of men after having survived the sickness of The Event. Though they are powerful, many times more so than normal, climaxes result in a stuporous daze, from which in most cases the male will not totally recover until he has slept.>

Oh my god did I just see that..? I wondered, as Milly had pulled me up off the couch. Did I actually see her just...grow? It can't have been...that's impossible, so quick...I mean, I've heard rumors about this but...

<In his befuddlement, greg was confused, just barely registering that she - now that they stood next to one another, were nearly the same height. As she walked him up the stairs to the bath, his mind ever-so-slowly, began to clear, and the apprehension set in.>

What...what did I let her just do to me..? He wondered, though watching her full hips swing lasciviously to-and-fro in front of his face, in their clingy dress, as they cliimbed the stairs. Hypnotic...and having spent more than a year living without the company of women, sights like this were impossible to ignore. Even though he had just recently orgasmed, he felt his arousal swelling again.

<In the bathroom, he watched her draw the bubble bath for him. His mind had begun to clear more, though he was getting sleepy, and she pulled his clothes from him and offered him the bath...>

<As typical, this soon after orgasm his libido is at its lowest, and he knows this is when he has the greatest chance for lucid thought...or resisting seduction. He recognizes the affected tone of her voice as an attempt to...infantalize him. His will is stronger, now, than before, but he also needs sleep...>

"Milly..." I say, hearing more fear in my voice than I planned, "a warm bath does sound great...and this bathroom is gorgeous..." The shame, from what I just let happen to me, washes over me...

...but I haven't had a warm bath, or a shower, in...ages...

<his mind has cleared more, and he suddenly feels very naked, and very vulnerable.>

"...but I'd like to be alone here if I could?"

<in an attempt towards modesty, he steps into the bath. Despite himself he nearly wilts in the pleasure of the warm water>

"I...uh... feel a little awkward..." I continue, looking up at her from the bath, my nakedness fortunately now covered by a blanket of bubbles, "I mean...I realize what's going on. The way things are now...what you want, what you need. But with you being a friend of Jill and all...this is all just happening too fast."

oh man I feel so...tired...

"Can I have some time by myself here, to think...?"

<Already, she can see how he is overwhelmed and how his own orgasm has affected him...he stands there like a child who is so easily embarrassed...she even sees this sort of demure quality...already Greg is assuming quite the submissive persona and Milly is all too well aware of this>

Greg said:

Milly, a warm bath sounds great...and this bathroom is gorgeous, but I'd like to be here alone if I could."

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"Sure Sweety. If you'd like."

Greg said:

I...uh...feel a little awkward. I mean I realize what is going on. The way things are now...what you want, what you need. But with you being a friend of Jill and all...this is just happening too fast. Can I have some time by myself her to think?

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<Milly kneels at the side of the tub and runs her hand through his hair>

In a very emphatic tone...
"Sweety, I know this is hard for you. I'm sure it would be hard for me too if I were in your shoes. Understand, that I want to be there for you. I mean they've taken away some of your rights already. Not being able to own property, have a bank account, or have a job."

Milly continued...
"And I heard that the WRA might be passing legislation to take men's rights to vote away. Apparently, it has strong support from The Collective so I suspect the bill will pass. The writing is on the wall Greg. You've put off this decision long enough. I suppose I could wait and find another man for my needs, but that would be a complete stranger. At least I know you. And besides, think of Jill. No matter what issues you two may have had, I think she would want you to be with someone she was friends with, someone like me."

<Milly rises, towering over Greg...she bends over and gives him a peck on the top of his head>

"I'll put some things on the bed for you to wear, when you get out. You look tired. I was given a bunch of things from The Collective, so don't be put off by what I put out for you. If you feel up to it, come downstairs and I'll make you a snack. Otherwise, come get me and I'll put you down for a nap. You can use the rest."

<With that Milly puts out a towel and hands him a washcloth, smiles and leaves....what she places a one piece pajama on the bed that has stitched on mittens and slippers...the pajamas are blue with small sailboats...its very juvenile, but it plays into Milly's masterplan on how she wants to mother Greg and prepare him for what's to come>

<As Milly leaves, Greg exhales deeply and sinks deep into the luxurious bath. He takes a moment to enjoy its warmth and comfort, it havng been so long since he's had the opportunity. None of the various abandoned apartments he's been moving in and out of over the past year have had running water, let alone hot running water. For a while he'd taken the opportunity to use the public bath houses that have been set up, in the past few months he's avoided even those, knowing he'd be under the watchful eye of the government. So - it has been a while since he's had anything but a cold dip in the river, or a warm sponge in place of a shower>

<He soaks the washcloth, lays it over his face, and leans his head back against the tub. He needs to think. He is still in self-reproach, his stomach knotted in distress that he allowed Milly to seduce him so easily. He did not expect that out of her, her being so forward. Or, rather, he is in self-reproach that he allowed himself to get in the position where this could happen. He should NEVER have come here, he knows that now. It was his cock talking, his libido...since the sickness, his mind is not what it was, he has to realize. He is no longer the bright young cardiologist he once was. Now he's...just a man. And men these days...they are a pitiful lot.>

<But, being realistic with himself, he thinks seriously about Milly's words, about men's rights, about what the future might hold. Even if he does not choose a mate, and somehow avoids the Collective when they assign one to him, eventually he will be hunted. Hunted for what he can provide to them. He could always go deeper underground, flee the city, live by his wits, off the land. But what sort of life would that be?>

Would Jill have wanted that sort of life for me? Even if we...had our problems, she still <yawn> cared about me...didn't she? Even if this new life that would be in front of me, if I commit to Milly, if it would be a life so different...this is a different world, now. Maybe it's the right thing to do...maybe...

<images are slowly swirling through greg's head....images of a possible future life. Sitting on Milly's couch, watching her clean. Sitting at Milly's table, watching her cook. Sitting on Milly's bed...waiting for her to...emerge. Waking in the warm sun, in a crib, she above him, reaching down...>

<greg has fallen asleep in the bath>

<As the time passes it becomes evident to Milly that something is amiss...she decides to go upstairs to check up on him...when she enters the master bedroom, her bedroom, she sees that the pajamas have not been touched...then she enters the master bath and sees that Greg is dead asleep...with her arms on her sides she smiles....she proceeds to do what is necessary, to drain the bath, pat him dry with the towel...knowing of her newfound growth and strength, Milly takes a chance, and lifts Greg up...he seems lighter than she imagined....she takes him back into the bedroom and puts the pajamas on herself...and oh yes those pajamas, well due to the mittens and the feet, it makes it next to impossible to remove...she zips up the back and adds a small little padlock to the top, just as a precaution...>

<Milly decides to run out to the clinic to get tested, get into the program, and get the paperwork necessary to have Greg become her mate...not taking any chances, she locks the door to the master bedroom and quickly makes her way out>

Oh my god what's happened...where..?

I'm in a bedroom, in her house. And what is...this...I'm wearing? It's like....baby clothes for an adult. Where's the zipper...in back...I...can't use my hands to unzip it, with these mitten things. And...a lock on it? Really?

Holy crap this girl's crazy. I've got to get out of here. There is NO WAY I'm ready for this...

I can't go out the door...if she's downstairs she'll see me. And she might be strong enough to stop me, by this point. Or she might follow me as i try to make it home.

A window...I'll have to hope I can...yes. I can get it open.

<Greg looks out the open window. He's on the second floor but there's a low roof, a ledge below him. He climbs out onto it and...>

*Oooof.*

<...jumps down onto the ground. The shoreline is beautiful this afternoon, but he pays it no mind in his panicked state. He sneaks around, to the front of the house...>

Her car is gone. Wow, what luck....that will give me more of a chance to get away.

<He sneaks back and, running through the backyards of other abandoned homes. He begin looking for a car, left from the past times. He chooses an non-descript, older model sedan, one which will have a simple ignition. He breaks the driver's side window with a rock.>

*crash*

I can't believe I've gotten good at this...

<Though it takes him several minutes, (he is finally able to tear the mittens of his pajamas with his teeth and the rock) Greg hotwires the car and gets the engine running. He has done this, now, on numerous occassions, "borrowing" old, abandoned cares. Sometimes driving them for weeks until they run out of gas, and then finding a new one. Living in the city, now, though, he hasn't had to drive as much.>

<He drives carefully, so as not to arouse suspicion on the all-but-deserted streets, back towards his neighborhood. To be safe, he ditches the car a number of blocks from his apartment building, amidst others in an abandoned parking garage, and gets himself back "home".>

Oh man...oh man...

<His heart is still racing. The sun is getting low, his apartment darkening.>

What...what happened today? Milly is going to be...pissed. Good thing she's not on the treatment...having just got my come, that would be bad...oh god, imagine that...?

<He looks to his computer. That thing that got him in trouble in the first place.>

I imagine she's going to email me soon...

<Things go well for Milly, all the blood tests confirm that Greg’s come is inside of her and this opens the door to enter The Program….the doctor gives her a special shot that will help Milly produce milk in her breasts, which of course will be the nourishment that Greg will need if he is to survive…of course the effects of her milk will mean that he will become smaller and smaller…she will need to come back twice more, making her milk production permanent…the rest of The Program is explained to her…it takes her a while to absorb it all and she now knows that Greg and she will forever be connected by the unbirthing / rebirthing cycle>

<Milly gets in her car and quickly makes her way back home…it is now a quarter to seven in the evening…when she enters the house she immediately goes to the master bedroom and to her eventual horror and dismay, she sees that Greg has made an escape through the window>

<The thought of having to now alert the authorities and have him found is really not the way she wants to go…Milly knows what she is dealing with, and she will need to be more motherly with Greg, even apologetic, but she will not sound desperate if she can help it>

<She assumes he will make his way back to his place so an email is what is needed, for now>

To: greggrey@thecollective.org
From: millicentaubrey@thecollective.org

7:31 pm

Greg,

It was with great regret to see that you left me the way you did. After placing you in bed and putting you in your pajamas, you were the most precious thing to look at. I feel that you have misinterpreted the lock on the pajamas and locking the bedroom door as something more sinister. You must understand how much I care for you and want to protect you. From time to time, various women come through the neighborhood, some by car and some by foot. They are hunting down men who do not have a spouse for The Collective; rounding them up and indoctrinating them for a mate that is not of their choosing. Like an arranged marriage, they wind up with women that may not really be compatible for them.

You have a choice. Today you made such a choice. You chose me when you came to my house and allowed me, no wanted me to make you happy through an act of fellatio. I received you. All of you and I have been tested. I am on The Program and have received my first treatment. Please don’t make me apologize or feel bad for that. It was wonderful being with you today. Try to find it within you to see what it is I can do for you; what we can do for each other. Let me take care of you. Deep down inside, don’t you want that for yourself?

Will you allow me to come get you tomorrow? Say by 9 o’clock in the morning. I’ll make you breakfast and we will continue that tour of the gardens and we’ll walk along the beach. Wouldn’t that be nice?

With love and kisses,
Milly

PS I am truly sorry for what happened today.

PPS Here is another photo of me during happier times.

<Later on that evening...>

<Milly could feel it...her boobs, which were now 35E's (due to her ingestion of Greg's come) were quite sore...the doctor said they would be, that there was a complete metabolic change happening in her chest...it was as if they were bigger...her nipples were swollen too, and redder...Milly decided to touch them and found that they reacted immediately to her touch...she kept massaging them between her fingers and in no time she watched in utter amazement the milk dripping out...she burst out in a delicious smile and wanted to taste it...so delicious and creamy...such vitality in every drop...then she thought of Greg...she pictured feeding him, just as the nurse showed her how to do...she thought about how he would continue to shrink and how she would get larger and larger...>

<Before she went to bed she decided to measure herself again...as she placed the tape measure in three places above, at and below her chest, she confirmed that she was a 36EE....wow she thought...what will it be when I get....bigger....then, she checked her height and confirmed that she actually gained 3 1/2" in height and was now 5'9 1/2"....she decided to weigh herself....138 pounds...what was that, nine more pounds...she giggled...now to check her waist and hips...24" was still her waist, but her hips were now 37"...she looked in the mirror and could see the transformative effects of The Event and now having her first treatment...she turned sideways and arched her back with her hands at her side...I actually have more of a derriere...she then thought about her wardrobe and knew that there was not a lot that fit her...except maybe for her bikinis, which would be quite small on her now larger frame...the therapist from the doctor's office gave her an address where she could pick up new clothes...The Collective put together a team of seamstresses in the area who were hard at work manufacturing new clothes for very large and very tall women...she was told than when she hit 6' that she could put in an order and get enough clothes to last her until she became even larger...the idea of new clothes makes any woman happy, right?>

<Milly decided to go to bed in the nude, but the thought occured to her to check her email before she went to sleep...she thought of Greg and although she had her motives to dominate him (and still does),she was beginning to also fall in love with him...this feeling was deeply embedded within her and it was now beginning to manifest itself in her thoughts of him...no doubt she will dominate him in the most motherly ways, but she would love him too...the therapist had mentioned that there would be an increase in her estrogen levels, that she might find a change in her behavior...Milly had no idea that it would happen so soon>

<Just returned home, he looked away from the computer>

No, I need time to think. Consider my options.

<As was typical for his evenings, Greg turns on a single kerosene lantern (this apartment has had electricity since he moved in, but he tries to keep use to a minimum...computer only: he tries to stay "off the grid", as much as possible) and goes to bed with a book. He's rereading Tolstoy.>

<But he is distracted, as the night goes on. Not sleepy, having had a long nap. As his libido begins to return, images of Milly - in her tight dress, kneeling in front of him on the couch - begin to cloud his mind. Take him from the pages of "The Cossacks". He looks to the computer again, in the darkness.>

I should check....

<He turns on the computer, and reads her email. His heart starts to skip.>

Oh no. She's on The Program? That must be where she ran off to, as I slept. To get her first treatment.

<He sits back, in his desk chair, and thinks>

What, exactly, will that mean for her, without me there? She'll be...desperate...soon. She's linked to me, right? Is that how they say it works? And she's going to want to...<shudder> link me to her, now...

<a quick image of Milly holding him in her lap, his head at her breast, flashes through his head. He can almost feel her soft skin against his face. Since the sickness, this is one of the most erotic things a man can imagine. Immediately he begins to get aroused...>

No...no no no. Not now, not right now. She wants to see me tomorrow morning..? I can't handle this...



To: millicentaubrey@thecollective.org
From: greggrey@thecollective.org

11:36 pm


I need time to think.




<send>



<He sits back, again, in his chair and exhales, deeply.>

She has no idea where I live, which is good. She won't find me tomorrow...

<He goes back to bed, turns off his lantern, his book forgotten. Trying not to think of her. Trying to think of...anything else.>

She'll be bigger...on the program...

<It takes all his strength not to masturbate that night>


<Morning comes, and he resists his email. He takes a walk. He avoids going to the supply house for rations, even though it is his assigned day; who knows if she'll be there waiting. He is in his own mind, today>

<He has deep, deep fear of what will become of him if he gives himself to her. If he takes the Program from her and...<shudder>...is linked to her, begins his Descent.>

<But also, he tries to see things differently. He knows he has to: this is a different world. She - all women, in fact - is as much a victim of this outbreak as he is. Things are different for her, too.>

She is not the same person she was, as much as I am not the same person I was. Do I embrace this...or fight it..?

<Evening comes, and goes. As does another night. He is at war with his own indecision. And he cannot get the thoughts of her out of his mind. They come to him when he closes his eyes...>


<The next day he wakes with a clearer head than he's had in a while. After foraging in the morning for supplies, his mind is made up. He goes to the computer.>

<She has not replied to his email; maybe she is at peace with the time for which he has asked.>

It has to be in a public place.


To: millicentaubrey@thecollective.org
From: greggrey@thecollective.org

11:55 am


Hi Milly-


Sorry I've been out of touch, and thanks for giving me these days. I've had a lot of time to consider the future. I'd like to see you again. Though breakfast and a tour of your gardens all sound nice - I'd love to walk on the beach with you someday - can we meet at the coffee shop downtown first? I'll head over now and hang out for the afternoon. And if I see you there today, great. Otherwise - we can hook up someday soon.

Thanks-

-greg


<send>


<He packs his small bag (a sweatshirt, some water) and - before he heads out for the walk downtown, looks at himself in the dusty mirror in his hallway. He straightens his faded grey t-shirt, tightens the belt on his cargo shorts.>

I need to cut my hair.

<He leaves.>

<Milly is glad to get a response from Greg...she decideds to give him time...she knows that if she alerts the authorities, it will be too difficult, but soon The Collective will want to see the signed paperwork...if she doesn't produce it, Greg willl surelly be tracked down by one of the investigators who work for The Collective...once found, Greg will be brought in by force if need be and Milly doesn't want that for him...she goes in for her second treatment and over the next 24 hours she feels more changes inside and out of her body...she can feel her boobs grow again as her breast continue to manufacture milk at a rapid pace...she also feels other changes...her vagina is more sensitive, especially to the touch...but it is the rest of her sexual organs, her womb that advances the most, unbeknownst to Milly...it is preparing for the ultimate insertion of Greg and his unbirthing, which will allow Milly to have him grow againn and give birth to him>

<Milly has yet to check, but she is now 36EEE-24-38 and weighs just a little over 141 pounds ~ to some she is perfect by the standards of a new society run by very fertile women>

<Milly reads Greg's second email...a date at the coffee shop...she smiles...Milly gets hherself ready...a royal blue bikini, which her body can be hardly contained in is herr choice of clothing...she finds a pair of 6" heels, which at one tiime had nnot fit her, but now fit like a glove...this of course propped her up well past six feet in height...witth all of her frame properly accenuated by being in the proogram, her legs looked fantastic in those heels....she styled her brunette hair, which was even lonnger now, about halfway down her shoulder blade she looked at oncce motherly in proportion yet also a goddess...she took her black pocketbook and drove into town>

<As she strode into the coffee shop, every woman there turned their heeads...they new she was in the program....her body, especially in that bikini said it all...and best of all for Milly, she kept her head up high and walked down to the mens section of the coffee shop where three men sat including Greg in the corner....his head wwas down as was usual for any man amongst all of these women, relagated to sit in the back...Milly stopped at Greg's table and placed her right hand on his shoulder...she toowered over him in all her motherly beauty, a siren, a goddess>


in a sultry voice...
"Hello Greg, may I have a seat?"

"oh my god..."

<the awe in his voice is plain as Greg looks up at Milly, standing above him at the coffee shop's dark, corner table. He is clearly shocked by her appearance>

<he shakes himself quickly back to reality, and gestures to an open chair>

"P-please...sit down..."

<As Milly lowers herself elegantly into a chair across the table from him, the other male eyes in the shop watch, recording every moment, every flex and curl of her long, tan, muscular legs, accentuated by her high heels >

<Greg looks across the table and immediately feels his gaze being pulled down to her newly huge bosom, proudly on display in a blue bikini top>

<knowing he needs this to say what he has to say, he pulls his white zip-up hoodie from his bag>

"Can I ask you to <gulp>...put on this sweater, before we talk? So i can...concentrate?"

She is startled by his response even a little dismayed even as she thought he would like the way she looked in the bikini...she thought maybe he would even give her a nice compliment...but she has to get him back and so she yields and does as he asks...she gets up...her frame is enough to block the light behind her and place Greg in her shadow...she takes the white hoodie and puts it on...as she pulls her left arm into the hoodie, the length is fine, but is tight...as she slowly zips up the hoodie....it is loose at first, but as she pulls it up, trying to negotiate it underneath, on, and above her huge EEE's, the garment tightens, so much so that the bikini is covered but a fair amount of cleavage still shows...the sweater is so tight and follows the contours of her boobs and her stomach...it is short as it has pulled up due to her boobs and her navel is showing...she takes a seat smiles at Greg and takes a hold of his hand...her skin is now so soft...even softer than before>

In her sweet motherly tone...
"So Greg. You have asked me to meet you here. You have had some time to think and?"