Trophy (Devilla-Roche and Greg Grey)

...for what happened next, I really have no words. A serious of memories, impressions, images...

A photoshoot? I remember Monika talking about it, and how...how this just won't do...

"We can't have that...thing...getting in the way, can we now? <giggle> This isn't that kind of magazine..! We'll have to do something about that..."

<click, the intercom>

"...Would you send Elvira back in, please?"



"Elvira, sweetie..Mister Gray needs to get ready for our photoshoot and...as you can see...he's got a bit of a problem...."

"Yes. Problem is erection."

"Yes. Can you...help him out with that?"

"Of course."

Milenka watches the shapely, bust nurse walk away and then she turns her head and looks up at the ceiling....feelings of loneliness, even a tinge of despair fills Milenka's spirit...Dorrotya quickly returns...she has in her hand a large glass with a wide and long straw, made for someone of Milenka's size...Dorrotya places the straw into Milenka's mouth and watches her drink as she stands there with an effervescent smile....Milenka looks toward Dorrotya's bosom; at her long deep cleavage and the fullness of them...Dorrotya is big in her own right, 6'-4", 189 pounds and just about a hair under two-thirds the size of Milenka....Milenka stops drinking from the glass and says, "Looks like they do good job on you."

Bashfully, Dorrotya looks away and then back and says, "Is no like you. Is, I mean my body all natural."

A surprise look comes across Milenka's face and then she looks down at her own gigantic, manufactured body and for the first time feels as if maybe it was all a mistake, having getting involved with KOLECTEV....her thoughts toil over into anger...and then...him....Greg, her husband baby Greggy and then an emptiness takes over...she then looks back at Doorotya and says directly to her, "What have they done with my husband?!?"

Again: vague memories.

Without Milenka: Headache but...

...Elvira's hand: Orgasm

She talks with Monika and laughs. She cleans me. There's talk of cameras, photographs, and me. She dresses me in a miniature little business suit.

The journalists come back in to the office with Elvira and Monika and me. They set up lighting, and suddenly they're shooting pictures. Of Monika, at her desk. Of Monika, near the window. Of Monika, in close up.

Of Monika and I together.

I'm in her arms. I'm in her lap. I'm at her feet.

She's laughing, feigning self-consciousness. I know she loves this, though. She loves the attention, what this article will mean. And these photos...that they'll humiliate me so...well...

The reporters ask me questions, but I can barely speak. My voice is weak, my head is pounding, I'm overwhelmed with shame. I actually hide behind Monika's leg, at one point, which brings everyone to laugh again.

They pose me with Monika. They pose me with Elvira. They call in Ava and other women from the office...



...and they promise us the piece will be in next month's issue.

Dorrotya looks over Milenka...

...and says in a tone that is so normal, as if what is going on is an everyday occurrence...
"I get you apple juice. Everyone like apple juice."

As Dorrotya turns to get the juice Milenka musters out again, her teeth gritting and her mind fighting the lithium in her body, "WHAT -HAVE - THEY -DONE -WITH - MY - HUSBAND?!?!?!!"

Dorrotya comes back with a large container with lid and built in straw....as Dorrotya attempts to place the straw in her mouth, Milenka's now searing eyes burn through the beautiful nurse...Milenka keeps her gritted teeth shut, only wanting answers...

With an exasperated smile she looks back at Milenka and finally says, "I am told Mr. Grey fine. He will come back to island to be with you very soon. Is all I am told. Now take your juice, need strength for more testing."

Milenka attempts to turn away but fights against the strap around her head...she stops trying to turn head and it dawns on her that she is back here...the island was so wonderful last time, a resort, a paradise...she was told it got wiped out in the storm so she is confused, what is this.....place....then it all comes back - her mind back on KOLECTV again....
"What will they do to me?" she thinks to herself, "Make me guinea pig is that it."

Nurse Dorrotya has put down the apple juice....

To Milenka's surprise, Nurse Dorrotya has pulled down her uniform, undoes the strap around Milenka's head and turns her head toward her one of her huge breasts.....

Smiling.....
"Mrs. Grey, is my job to make sure you stay nourished."

Dorrotya cups the back of Milenka's head with her hand....the nipple and part of the nurse's large areola go in Milenka's mouth....Milenka does not resist...she looks in the nurses beautiful eyes and begins to suckle, just like Greg has done to her so many times...Dorrotya's breast milk flows easily...Milenka is entranced and is enjoying what the nurse is doing for her....Milenka is oddly perplexed by the situation, now she is like her husband...and for the moment, she feels as vulnerable and weak as he does around her...Milenka tries to find solace in this moment with the nurse and continues to milk off of her....Dorrotya's motherly smile is like home for Milenka....

Milenka becomes so relaxed...so much so that she does not realized, ironically, that she has urinated in the bed...but, luckily as she has done to her husband, she too is now wearing a diaper....

Dorrotya's milk has subdued Milenka...so when her diaper is changed, she doesn't seem so embarrassed...Milenka smiles and looks up at Dorrotya with a wide smile...Dorrotya looks back down of her....

Dorrotya says, "You like feeding? Good. You get more, no worry. Milenka must keep up strength."

Milenka then blurts out in her murkiness, "You are so beautiful."

The nurse looks back down at her and responds, "Is nice of you to say."

"Can I call you MaMa?" Milenka asks, like a child.

"Yes, of course. But you must do as you MaMa says. Can I trust that you do this for me?" Dorrotya asks of Milenka.

Milenka shakes her head like a child and the nurse re-straps her back fully on her gurney.

The photoshoot went on, and on, and on. And all throughout it, I became more and more detached, more withdrawn, more compliant. My headache had crept in full-force, and I was drifting into a dream-state. This couldn't really be happening, could it? And though luckily it did have an end, it was not before Monika had pulled in nearly all the girls from the outside offices for their photo-ops with me. Humiliating things, humiliating poses, through which they all giggled and laughed and laughed...



I was promised that these weren't pictures that would show up in the magazine. I was promised Monika just wanted them for herself, for the office, for laughs. "Oh, c'mon, Greg!" she had said, as Melinda from accounting rubbed her huge, stocking-ed foot into my face, "Lighten up!". And all the while I heard the <click click click> of the camera...

...but here I am now, onboard my private jet, laying across Jackie's lap as she dutifully re-buttons her top. She had been summoned to take me away after the photoshoot was over, and after a tight re-swaddling and kisses from all the girls - we were off. To the airport, onto the plane. All through the car ride, and through our boarding, she didn't say too much to me, seeming a bit distracted - almost troubled - herself. But she had warmed up, purring down proudly to me when she fed me, there in the plane seat soon after we reached our cruising altitude. Her breast was not as big as Milenka's, her milk not as filling or gratifying - but it served to ease my hunger, a bit, and take the edge off my headache.

"We'll be there soon, little man," Jackie coos as - as if on cue - the plane begins to make its descent, "back to the island....back to Milenka..." Her voice is wistful, and if I was in a better way I might have asked her what was wrong. But my thoughts are not with her, or with the life that I'm undoubtedly leaving behind. My thoughts are in one place and one place only....Milenka.

Where is she? When will I get to see her? If I had more strength I might ask this of the group of women who greet us, as Jackie carries me off the plane. "w-w-wait...Wh-who are you? I ask, meekly, as I'm taken from Jackie into the arms of another woman in a white jacket, tall and bespectacled, more severe and smelling of laboratory where Jackie was soft and flowery and fragrant. And...who are you?



It's Kristina, of course, seemingly overseeing it all. Smiling at me, pointing out proudly all the new building, the ongoing construction as we walk off the airstrip towards the campus. Women are all about, busy, walking between buildings, supervising construction crews. "Island is better than it was before, bigger," she explains, as we head inside what used to be the main resort building. My mind is in a fog, but still I'm in disbelief as to what it looks like has happened here. Wasn't this place demolished? Destroyed by that super storm less than two weeks ago? This place looks...beautiful...

Jackie is no longer with us, and we're walking down a long corridor. A door hisses open...

Oksana (Andrushko): "I see things go very well."

(Nurse) Dorrotya: "Yes, she sedated and will sleep good tonight."

Oksana: "Very good. I see Milenka is very receptive to drugs. Will be submissive to you."

Dorrotya: "Yes, of course. You heard. Call me MaMa. Will do anything I say."

Oksana: "Will she be strong for husband when he arrives tomorrow?"

Dorrotya: "All research is done. All experimental drugs administered. He will be submissive to wife, Milenka. Milenka will be submissive to KOLECTV through me."

Oksana: "Perfect. Good work Dorrotya. We will install her in Cell Number 7 tomorrow. Can you be there at 6 am?

Dorrotya: "Yes, of course. Will feed her."

The next day...

Milenka is brought into Cell Number 7 via her gurney....the cell is an apartment with all sorts of rooms....a bedroom...a bathroom...a living room....kitchen, etc....all rooms are very large - large enough to accommodate Milenka...for her, she looks normal...for everyone else it looks out of scale....for Greg, he will be very much out of place, no doubt....all rooms radiate off of a very special room that contains the new nest....this nest, like the previous one is made of thick, endless fur....made of the finest furs in the world...sable, mink, and chinchilla....the new and improved nest is literally a cross between a machine and a living thing....what has gone into it is so far ahead of it's time that it is nothing less than amazing to anyone who experiences with all of their senses...

Milenka is first brought into a special feeding room for herself...a place that is not for Greg....Nurse Dorrotya wakes her up and again from her gurney she is fed.....she is then unstrapped and cleaned up....and kept naked....a special collar is placed around her neck...she is escorted to the nest and is placed in the middle of it...sitting with her legs crossed, Oksana goes over a laundry list with Milenka...regarding herself...regarding Nurse Dorrotya, regarding many things....then she says....

"You must know place in here and I understand you are willing to accept. Remember, there are things I cannot tell you, but I understand from your new MaMa, you are willing to cooperate."

Milenka shakes her head and says, "Yes, Milenka will be good and cooperate."

Made up in make up and final touches made, Milenka sits in the nest and waits for Greg to be brought in to her....

The door hisses open, and the light hits me.

I'm in a room...a HUGE room. A room of white walls, exquisite white furniture, thick, white shag carpeting on white-washed wood floors. Even the art - canvases on the walls, sculptures on the tables - is white.

A living room? But made for...a giant. Someone much, much, much bigger than me. In here even Kristina and the woman carrying me look small. Light comes through the windows...wait, they're not windows...are they? There are white curtains through which filters a natural-looking light, and skylights of frosted glass, but...are they windows to the outside world? And mirrors: the place is rife with mirrors, on the walls, in elegant white frames. Mirrors that are strangely dark...

In the arms of this woman, this fragrant woman, I'm looking around and trying to get a grip on my surroundings. But, before I know it, we are going through yet another door which <hisssses> open...and her fragrance is replaced by another...

...Milenka.

I'm assaulted, overwhelmed, engulfed by the perfume of a million Milenkas wafting out over me, from this room. A nest. Another nest: larger than the last and brighter, of lighter fur. White, white and grey, white and milky. Soft soft soft and heavenly...heavenly, and in the center sits HER.

HER.

My angel.

She has never looked so beautiful, all in white. Full make-up, soft hair.

My goddess.

I gasp, and reach out my arms.

"...m-mommy..!"

Very confidant about where she is and what she needs to do as the other computer chips go to work in her brain...for certain functions, they are ever controlling...they can make Milenka do things against her will, but are so sophisticated that she doesn't even know that she has relinquished the will to make certain decisions for herself...now a compliant and willing subject to further experimentation, she will be a guiding force behind much of the execution of those experiments....

For now a program goes off in the chip to make her do the following....

Milenka kisses Greg on the face....most of her lipstick covers his face....she laughs, the wipes him clean with her fingers, then she hugs him by placing him between her enoromously huge tits....at his size he is engulfed.....her scent, her pheromones blanket him....she then says....

"Mommy so glad to see her Little Greggy again. We back on island. Back in new improved nest. Life good for us both, no? Of course it is."

Now drunk with her scent she peels him off of her and places him on the white fur of the nest....as if she can speak now directly with the nest...she instructs it on what to do....the nest begins to swallow him up slowly....she can see him panic....she watches him slowly disappear, head and all.....like the old wall....he is now inside this fur womb....oddly everything about it feels good....it feels like Milenka....and suddenly, without a word spoken, her voice goes off in his mind....

"Enjoy, my Little Man, relax. Get used to where you are right now. Eventually you will be inside me. For now an exercise. No worries. Feel Mommy all around you. Feel me. Feel me."

The fur continues to move around him, as if he is being further swallowed, a sort of peristalsis of sorts, just not in one's esophagus, nut here in this nether-world of fur, pheromones, Milenka's voice....

<Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!>

She's covering me with kisses, big lipstick kisses all over my face, and giggling at me. So happy! So happy! So happy! I'm so tiny, in her hands and in the staggering hugeness of this place. A vast white room, a playroom covered in soft fur, and I'm like a doll. I'm drunk, immediately, on her pheromones and the overwhelming eroticism of the room. The space just breathes sex and comfort, arousal and relief and warmth and HER. I'm hard, immediately, and sighing under her ministrations, gurgling and whining to her kisses...

She giggles at me again, and hugs me to her - I'm enveloped, suddenly, in boob, and she's speaking to me. I hear her voice, I hear her heartbeat, I smell and feel and kiss and lick and taste her skin.

"Life good for us both, no..?"

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she smiles, as she slowly draws me out, gazing down on me with humor and affection. I look up at her - so gorgeous in this heavenly white room, like a cloud itself - and can think nothing else. Yes: this is it, this is life, this is fantasy. Everything is perfect here, just her and me.

But...she's putting me down, onto my back, down onto the ground in front of her. She sees my apprehension - mere disappointment at first, but then a bloom of fear as the fur begins to move around me - and coos reassurance to me with a motherly smile. The floor, the fur, is opening for me, pulling me down, swallowing me. I watch the light become eclipsed, I watch her disappear above me, but I hear her voice...

"Enjoy, my Little Man, relax...Feel Mommy all around you. Feel me. Feel me..."

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...but it's not her voice, not spoken aloud. It's coming from the room, the warm firmness of this furred flesh around me.And I don't hear it in my ears, but rather in my mind. But it's her...right? Or isn't it? Is it her speaking, or the room? And...is there a difference? Feeling all this, the consuming softness all around me, it's like feeling her. I'm being swallowed, by her. She is the room. The room is her.

"Mmmmm...yes, little man....you taste good..!" I hear her whisper in my skull, as this soft pocket, like a huge mouth, rolls me around inside itself. It's pressing on me, holding me, squeezing me, tasting me. Silky tentacless, like hands, pass up and over my nether regions, caressing me. Little tendrils, fingers, stroke my face, hold my head supported. I hear her purring, and feel the vibrations of her voice in this mouth around me. She's swallowing me, deeper, it feels, into an esophagus, where I'm drawn deeper and deeper still. "I eat you, little man!" she says with a laugh, and a new panic quicken my hear, "I eat you right up..!"

<Data Collection and Investigator' Notes, Subdermal Implant CASE m00001-j>

Immediate high response to suggestions of consumption, oral play. Further fixation to explore in further depth: VORE - ?a manifestation of urge for re-enwombment, or fetish onto itself? Future data needed, consider program adjustment in CASE 4533a.

Suddenly Greg is pushed upward and the fur tentacles bring him back up into the room and deposit him on top of Milenka's enormous bosom...having been inside the nest, he has shrunk just a little bit, maybe a half an inch....Milenka knows this and she smiles down at him...

"I know you want Mommy to kiss you with big full lips of her, yes? Of course you do."

Milenka places a hand around him...she now holds him as if he were a Ken doll...her hand covers half of his body...she brings him up to her face...Milenka's lipstick covered lips touch and cover a good amount of his face....then she presses his head toward her, opens her mouth and his head slips in - head neck and shoulders....she lets him sit there and she even touches his face with the tip of her tongue, playing with him....she lets him look around and she wonders to herself if he would like to crawl inside of her mouth....a vision of eating him up, or at least ingesting him crosses her mind....but somehow it is the stronger thought of him becoming a part of her, being absorbed inside of her, yet alive....to feel so close to him that they are one.....

Holding me, holding me, holding me...in one hand! Jesus christ oh god, she's holding me in one hand!!!

This is the first time, the first time, the first time. Oh my god I'm being held, being held by my wife...in a single hand, like a toy. She holds me and regards me like a little thing. I shudder, thinking how far how far how far I've come down this rabbit hole, taking her along with me. How far have I gone in this fantasy of mine...what have I done?!? I look up at her huge face as she brings me in for more enormous lipstick kisses...

<mwah!> <mwah!> <mwah!>

She giggles, and I'm shuddering in electrified arousal. I can sense it, as I stare at her mouth, parting for me...as I feel her move me closer...as I see her lips curl into a smile and she opens wider...

...and then I'm inside. Oh god I'm in her mouth. My head...my neck, my shoulders. In the huge wet womb of her mouth. She presses her tongue up against me, roughly playing with me, squashing my face with it. I'm tasting her, smelling her, covered in her. It's dark and warm and I can hear her throaty, strangled giggle. She pushes me further...further in...

oh my god yes eat me

Milenka is, through the added chips inside of her head, being enabled to do certain things. Things she would not do necessarily, like this, but KOLECTV is taking over much of her thoughts. They can bend her thinking at will and make her do many things now. So, it is no surprise that Milenka continues to push Greg inside of her mouth...eventually he is completely inside....her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth, like a new home for him....his body is awash in her saliva....if a certain command is placed upon her, she could wind up eating him whole, but that is not the aim here....KOLECTV wishes to see how he reacts to all of this...

Then, as if magic....Milenka's voice...without even moving her mouth she speaks in that loving tone of hers...

"Hello, Little Man. You enjoy Mommy's mouth? You like it inside? I bet you do my Little Geggy. Go ahead, lie down on Mommy's tongue. Relax. Tell Mommy how much you want to be inside of her. Tell Mommy how you feel right now. Don't worry, Mommy can hear. Mommy can hear everything you say."

Her jaw opens, wider - like a snake's. Like mine did yesterday, so I could take my own monstrous cock into my throat. Her mouth opens wider and wider and wider, and - oh my god how is she doing this? - she pushes me inside...

...my legs still poke out, through her teeth, but otherwise my whole body is in her mouth. This is new, this is new, and this is fucking terrifying...I'm so small. I'm so small I'm in her mouth. It's wet and warm and dark and I'm fucking in her gaping, stretched mouth.

"m-m-m-milenka..!" I whine, in fear of being bitten, in fear of being swallowed. My huge cock is hardening, and it lays below me, plastered up against my belly and chest.

The gargled, strangled sound of her throat is all around me, vibrating, chuckling with gags of laughter. But her voice...her voice is in my head. Telling me to relax...

"oh m-m-my god, Milenka..." I say, staring down her throat, watching it pulse and contract and...expand. Widen. Jesus christ...could she? Would she...? "...p-p-please..."

I've never, for all that I've been through, felt so incredibly small. So incredibly insignificant. Being in her mouth, being in a woman's mouth...I'm tiny. "I'm tiny..." I peep, "I'm tiny...I'm inside you..." Her throat widens more, and I gasp. She chuckles throatily again, around me, teasing me with the threat of swallowing me whole. Could her throat open wide enough to do it? Oh my god...

"yes...! yes Mommy yes..!" I whine, heedless of what I'm saying, "e-eat me..! sw-sw-sw-swallow me..!"

At that she laughs again, best she can with my body filling her mouth. It's a strangled laugh, but her amusement is clear. I'm so small, so pathetic and wretched but she's taking such glee in my abject excitement.

My arms are pinned to my side, but if I could I might reach out try to pull myself deeper in...

Milenka opens her mouth and light floods in...she grabs him and pulls him out, wrapping her hand around him...he is a bit damp, but that is to be expected...now sitting in her hand, she looks down at him with the incredible smile...

"Husband. Little tiny husband. I see you like what your wife-mommy can give you. So, you want to be eaten? You want to venture down more? of course you do? ~she rubs his hardened cock with her index finger, and winks~ "I think he says yes. Must mean you say yes. Mommy knows to well that big, hard cock speak for you. It tells truth about you. It knows that you want what Mommy can give."

She stands him up in her right palm....
"You stay straight. Stiff. Hands at legs. Legs together, tight. Mommy is going to use you like wonderful dildo in mouth. You will like."

Milenka cocks her head back, opens her mouth....she slowly drops him into her mouth, holding him by the ankles....Greg goes into her mouth....is lowered past her palate, his face slides past her uvula that hangs there sexily...then he sees below....down, down and down he is led into her esophagus....her epiglottis is closed, so no air goes in and out of her trachea...he is suspended and can see that her esophagus is in a state of peristalsis, wanting to grab Greg and ingest him, and bring him to Milenka's stomach below....

But this is an experiment - even a tease for Greg....what is his reaction? What will he do? Will he be in great fear? There are those from KOLECTV watching, observing and seeing what he will do or say next.....

<The wife begins to deep-throat the husband, using him like a toy, dehumanizing him like he's an instrument, a plaything. It is his entire body which slides down her throat, his whole self which she takes inside her and fellates with well-trained mouth and tongue and throat. He is barely a person to her now, like this. She has reduced him to a cock, a cock which she can easily manage with her skills, the skills she's learned as a woman to bring men pleasure. Skills which women uses to serve men, she is using now to dominate him in a manner so utter and complete that he begins to feel less than human, to understand he is less than human. He is a cock. And cocks can be swallowed.>

<The wife can barely hear the husband whining,as she slides him in and out, in and out, in and out of her deep, expertly adept throat. But she knows his mind, she feels his fear and terror and abject but crushing arousal as he begins to lose himself in this moment, in this experience of absolute inferiority. Women can do this, and this is what men want, the wife thinks, understanding even more deeply the male psyche, and feeling even greater the affection she has for her husband. She redoubles her efforts, and hears him whine again...his cock, nearly as big as his entire torso, is stiffened fully, twitching, his body tensing...

<...the husband is close to orgasm.>

Milenka, through his whining, knows that this experience of being used like a dildo is certainly arousing him. As she continues to push him down her esophagus and then back up again, she can feel his little body thicken and she knows what that means. Greg is hard, terribly hard, and that makes her redouble her efforts....she moves him in and out, faster and faster....

For Milenka, as she is observed by those with KOLECTV, they can see that she too is aroused...in the nest, she touches her huge areolae and nipples....she does so unknowingly....sort of like a reaction...Greg's hardness, the thought of getting him off in this manner always makes Milenka feel aroused too...and with that sense of excitement, her hormones increase and there are changes that one does not think about....her esophagus becomes coated with a more saliva-like substance and Greg is now moving up and down along the slickness at an incredible rate....

One false move...if Milenka accidently lets go and Greg will fall into the abyss that is her stomach....the acids of which will kill him and he will become digested like any other piece of food....

<Data Collection and Investigator' Notes, Subdermal Implant CASE subject m00001-j (Gray, G)>

s/p program adjustment in CASE subject 4533a allowing for oral/bucchal/esophageal insertion of m-00001-j, SD implant indicates high levels of psychological arousal preceding orgasm. Suggestions of consumption by female and enwombment of male followed by positive, submissive alpha- and beta-wave response in male.

Impression: male subject psyche prepared for Final Step. Proceed with phenotypic adjustments to 4533a through GYN Programs UB-24, UB-25, UB-26 and UB-26a

Investigator's Notes: further experimentation on End-Stage subjects suggested.

I wake up, having passed out in her hands following a soul-emptying climax in her throat, laid across her lap.

My jaw quivers as I look up at her. We're in a different room, perhaps seated on some enormous sofa. Again, all is white, including the thin cotton dress she wears. Whitest of all, though, is the brilliant smile she beams down unto me.

Seeing me struggle back to reality, she gently lifts me from her lap and holds me in front of her. I'm like the size of a Ken doll to her, now, and she easily handles me in her grasp to inspect and regard me, giggling like a little girl with a prized toy.

She asks me if I'm alright and I nod, wordlessly. She giggles again, seeing my eyes glaze as I once again drift, basking in her beauty. Slowly, though, she stands and cradles me to her huge, soft chest. She urges me to look around, take in our surroundings...

...apparently I'm about to get a tour.

Nestled deep within Milenka's cleavage, due to his size, there is not much of Greg to be seen....his head sticks out, but his body doesn't...his feet do not even dangle....in her now like this, he is secure, but somehow trapped...the limit of his range of motion is quite limited, and at times, when Milenka flexes her chest - even by accident, it makes her breasts firmer and they in turn squeeze him enough to show how much power she truly has over him....

"Now this is bedroom with bed to fit you Milenka. Drawers here. Mirror and bathroom."

Milenka walks into bathroom....
"Isn't bathroom nice my Little One. Has all I need. Oh and you too of course. I take you in shower and clean you off too."

~Milenka giggles happily~

She walks into living room....

Again, many pictures of her holding him and doing things to him...everything is white...white fur sofa and chairs....white plush rug....white tables....everything white...she plops down on the fur sofa and takes him out of her cleavage and drops him from about two feet in the air....he lands into the softness, then bounces, like a kid on a trampoline...Milenka watches and laughs....

Oddly, there are no doors in the apartment, none between rooms and none to get in and out, at least what is hidden from them both...Milenka is more programmed now, not to worry about such things, but Greg, well the idea of getting in and out may prey on his mind....

As dreamlike as this is, I know we're back on the island, back in the resort. As impossible as it seems - how did this get rebuilt so quickly? - I know we're in another suite. But...how different this suite is than our previous one, during the honeymoon. Yes, certainly, I'm smaller...but this place is huge.

And this is no ordinary suite. I have enough of my wits about me to sense the strangeness of this place. Everything white. No doors separating the rooms. Everything seems so...wide open. And so clean. Bordering on sterile.

But everything is very nice. This couch, for instance. Soft, plush! The bouquet of white hydrangea blooms over there - nice touch. There's even a (limited) set of Milenka-sized workout equipment in an adjacent space. White yoga mats, white free weights...lots of mirrors.

But...weird...no doors. Except...for where we came in. A white-washed wood panel, leading back out to the main hallway. Flush with the wall...

...and no door knob.

I turn towards Milenka, sitting next to me on the couch, towering over me loftily. I look up at her and ask..."h-how do we get out?"

Again, KOLECTV takes over...it is as if Milenka is brainwashed, but she speaks as only she can - joyfully, happily, as if nothing is wrong nothing is odd....

"Out? You want to go out. I take you out. Remember though, everything is here."

Milenka takes him down a white corridor, at the end of which is a very large room...it is a room that can be made to be anywhere...once inside it appears like the place the person wants it to be, but it is still a room....it is still in a building....KOLCETV is still monitoring both of them....the room uses imagination, Milenka's imagination to become what she wants it to be....she walks in....

A beach...sand, sky, even water....the sun is out.....they enter....

"Here little one, we are on beach."

She sits down on the sand....Milenka spreads out and she carefully removes Greg from her cleavage and sets him down....

"Is this all better? Is this what my Little Greggy wants?"

KOLECTV researchers and scientist look on and document Greg's reactions...

What the fuck is happening?

Where are we?

What is this...room?

I know, I know, I know...this incredulity of mine must be getting monotonous, dear reader. Fucked-up things are happening to me all the time; I should be getting used to it by now, right?

But this is crazy. One moment she's carrying me into a big, featureless white room - no furniture, no carpeting, nothing on the walls save the omnipresent mirrors. The room is stark, austere, brightly lit and full of hollow echoes...it even smells sterile. It's empty, completely...until it's not.

I smell the pheromones and see the images flicker to life simultaneously. Projected onto the walls - all of them - are beach scenes, eerily realistic, creating the feeling that we're actually on the beach. The ceiling has become sky, the floor an expanse of sand. The illusion is so seamless that the room seems to expand, horizons appearing in the distance. As it settles into place, as my mind starts to wrestle with this vision, the perfumes hit me...

...and then there's no fighting it.



Suddenly the "room" disappears, and we are on this beach. A long stretch of perfect sand, under a perfect sky, aside a perfect ocean. There's a building, in the distance: not the resort, but something I recognize, like I've been here before. I can hear the waves and gulls and smell the sea, all stirring deep memories. I can even feel breeze on my face, and this all becomes less an optical illusion and more a hallucination. And then it gets deeper still...

As I look up at her, looking to her to explain, she's Mommy. I'm not in Milenka's arms, not the foreign girl I brought and had grown into my fantasy bimbo-giant. I'm in Mommy's arms, nestled into Mommy's chest. And she's smiling down on me, beaming stronger than the sun which I also somehow feel on my skin.

Still in her white cotton dress, she sits us down into the sand, placing me on my back beside her on a blanket that has materialized below. She gazes down on me adoringly, asking:

"Is this all better? Is this what my Little Greggy wants?"

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I'm reeling, my mind addled with emotions and fear - where are we? what is this? I'm still struggling in dealing with this alternate reality around me, and my anxiety is only adding to my confusion. But she's here. She's here and we're together. I feel her perfumes waft over me, and I think: Yes. Yes, this is what I want. I'm here. I'm with you.

She knows my thoughts, and smiles wider down at me...

...I begin to hear other voices.