Alex

Arriving at the address, I walked up to Elise’s new, and very imposing, home.  I’d never seen one of the new dwellings up close.  Purpose built for women, it was hard to believe it was designed for a single family.  Standing a good 40 feet tall, it looked like a small office building in the shape of a two story colonial.  It was at least 120 feet wide, but the most impressive aspect was the scale of the features.  The windows looked immense - easily twice the height of a man.  I craned my neck up as I approached the gigantic front door, marveling that Elise would eventually be tall enough to necessitate such a portal.

The door had two handles, one for each gender.  The women’s knob was roughly at my eye level while the other was at the height I was accustomed to.  Inset doors intended for male use were deemed to be unnecessary added complexity; home builders preferred a single door.  It was hinged slightly off center instead of at the customary edge.  This allowed nearly half the door to act as counterweight to the other half as it rotated open within the jamb, significantly reducing its moment of inertia and making it possible for a man to operate, albeit with difficulty.

I pushed the lower doorbell button and waited.  Looking down, I confirmed that I still looked presentable for our big date.  The single suit I owned didn’t fit me very well since I had bulked up, so I went with a pair of linen khakis and a short sleeve button down shirt.  Not exactly formal wear, but nice enough for a fine restaurant in the summer. 

Moments later I heard footfalls.  My gaze was searching the wrong spot for her face when Elise greeted me.  Wow.  She was…there were no words. 

Her hair was up, beautifully coifed at the back of her head and fixed in place with an elegant pin.  It served to highlight her facial features, which were somehow more pronounced and softer at the same time.  Her beauty stole my breath.

Noting my appreciation for her efforts, she gave a little twirl. 

“You like?” 

Why must all women ask dumb questions like that?  I felt awe and lust in equal measure as I hungrily devoured her nearly ten foot frame with my eyes. 

She wore a deep green dress with a single strap over her left shoulder.  It draped upon the luscious upper slopes of her pronounced chest – had those grown again? – just above my head.  Embracing her waist and hips mercilessly, it showcased her narrow midsection and upper thighs in relief.  Below this, it opened into a plaited and billowy skirt which swished this way and that as she moved.

Her strappy sandals didn’t have much heel, but they hid little of her large feet, each roughly the length of a pad of legal paper.  For all their size, they were delicate and graceful – perfectly shaped toes and nails painted in a deep blush.

I swallowed, “Uh, I don’t think like does justice to what I feel about the way you look right now”

Her smile lit the porch, and she reached down to touch my face, a palm on each cheek.  Her slender fingertips met at the back of my neck.

She tittered, her laugher musical.  “You say the sweetest things.

“I’m sorry Alex, but it’s been two weeks, so I have to…” Her grin was massive.

With that, she reached under my arms and hoisted me up, drawing me to her chest and giving me the biggest hug I’ve ever received.  I felt her cheek rest upon the top of my head as my torso was sandwiched between two huge, soft pillows.

She held me like that for a second, and I reached my arms around the back of her, barely able to encircle her upper body.

I heard her draw a deep breath to fill her lungs with my scent.  Her embrace tightened.  She must have reacted to my essence.  Snaking her right hand lower while holding me, she started to massage my firm glutes, breathing heavier all the while.  I could feel the hammering of her heart in the pulse at her neck.  My body started to resonate with hers, my thoughts becoming clouded as I took in her floral scent.  I wanted this.

Suddenly, she set me down in a hurry.

“No. That’s for later.  First, we eat, and catch up.” 

I looked up to her biting her lip as she clamped down on her raging lust, slightly disappointed we were not going to be starting the evening with dessert…

“A fine idea; the anticipation will make it all the sweeter.

“So, where are we going?  Can I see your new place?” I admit, I was curious.

“Plenty of time for that later, but for now, allow me to take milord out for an enchanting evening.” Elise giggled as she locked up the house and walked toward her car. 

I stood on the porch like a slack jawed idiot for a few seconds, just watching her ass sway hypnotically in her dress as she retreated.

I had heard her words, but I just couldn’t help myself.  Running up to her, I put my hands on her great hips as she walked, sliding them down to the cheeks of her ass to feel the subject of my leer moments before.  Giggling again, she turned her head and slowed, rewarding my boldness by exaggerating the sway of her curves. 

“Mmmmm.  It’s about time you harassed me.  I dream about you copping a feel of my ass all day.” 

She leaned over slightly, offering me an easier target.  “It begs for your touch.”  The material of her dress was gossamer, and I could feel no underwear beneath my fingertips.  No panties?  Maybe a thong…  Hmm, I’d find out later. 

“You tease!” I said as she pulled away.  Her laughter was musical.  

“We’ll have to take my mom’s car, I’m afraid.  I can’t quite fit in my old one anymore.” she looked a bit sheepish.

I had read about these new women’s cars.  She opened the back door for me and I looked inside.  Ugh, I felt like an infant having to ride in a car seat, but I guess there was no other way.  Elise hoisted me up and – thankfully – let me belt myself in.

Our dinner destination was part of a new shopping and restaurant district designed for women.  Seeing so many of them strolling about the boulevard was pretty intimidating.  Most were holding hands with their men as they walked, but I was a little shocked to find some of the largest carrying their male companions. 

Many heads turned in my direction as I walked, some of the women catching my scent.  Nothing I wasn’t used to from school, of course, though I’d never been around so many at one time.  Elise was vigilant, however, quick to give them each a look that sent them scurrying on.

I was relieved when we finally arrived. 

The hostess, a pretty young woman in the midst of her change, guided us to our table.  I should be used to these large tables by now, but no.  At least this place was nice enough to have men’s chairs instead of just using boosters. 

“Can I assist you into your chair, sir?” she offered with a smile, bending down to get closer to me.  Her eyes bored into mine.

Elise was quick on the draw, snapping at her, “We’re fine, thank you.” I accepted her help getting up.  Use the step stool, or accept a hand – surreptitiously placed on my butt – from my girlfriend?  Not a tough choice.  I couldn’t help feeling like a little child though. The table surface was almost as tall as I was.

The hostess stared at me for another moment or two and finally departed.

Elise calmed down somewhat. “Hussy… 

“Sorry about that Alex.  I was told this place was-”

I cut her off, “Don’t worry about it.  I’m used to being eyed like a piece of meat by now.  It’s mostly the pheromones.  One of my professors conducted research into the effects.  He even helped me understand how I might be able to suppress them. In fact, I’m using a technique right now, but it’s probably not working that well, since I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.  That dress you’re wearing doesn’t help either.”

Elise’s eyes sparkled with amusement in the dim candlelight.  “Yes, it’s still a struggle to keep my hands off you from minute to minute, so whatever you’re doing, you haven’t quite perfected it yet.”

“Ahhh, it’s so good to be back.” I relaxed.  Elise was my anchor in the new world. Looking around, I said, “It’s all so different now though”

“Yeah, I’m getting used to it myself, but at least I don’t feel like such a freak anymore.  I just feel bad for all you poor guys.  I can’t imagine how difficult it is.”

As if to prove her point, a young man appeared and poured us water, though he had to have us hand him the glasses.  They were simply too difficult for him to reach gracefully.

We read through the menus, and I caught her peering at me.  She had hardly taken her eyes off me all evening.  I loved the way she watched me.  The way her gaze fondled me.

Looking around for our server, I noticed the hostess near one of the registers talking to a tall infected woman.  Our waitress?  She was saying something to her, then pointed in my direction.  The other women smiled a predatory smile.  A shiver ran up my spine.  Elise could be a little overprotective sometimes, so I chose not to say anything.

A different woman arrived moments later to take our order.  She was at least as tall as Elise, and very slim.  Built like a long distance runner, she had a feral sort of look.

“Welcome.  I’m Stephanie, and I’ll be your server this evening.  Can I get you started with something to drink?” She looked only at me, never so much as glancing at Elise. 

“Just water for me, thanks.”

“Coming up.” she continued to stare at me, I caught her breathing deeply and I tried to think about kittens with feline leukemia.

“El?” I prompted, but our waitress didn’t turn. 

Elise snapped her fingers, once, and the woman finally looked, clearly annoyed. “I’ll have a water as well, Stephanie” Elise waved her off and she left.

“Can’t take you anywhere, can I?” she joked.

“Hey, don’t blame me!  I’m doing what I can over here.  Not my fault I look like a summer sausage before a starving dog to these women.”  She laughed.

“Yeah, but you’re my sausage.” she bit her lip, looking at my belt line and lowering her eyelids.  “Speaking of sausage…  I do have a very special night planned for us.” 

“Oh reeaally?”

She sobered.  “Alex, I felt horrible about what I did to you with that wrestling match.  I’m glad you told me.  It was never my intention to shame you with that bit of play, but no matter what, I want you to be honest with me about your feelings.  I’ll always be “me”, but you know there are impulses that are difficult to deny.  I couldn’t bear to be without you.  You’re my beacon in the fog.”

Reaching out to grab her hand, I realized the table was too large for me to reach her comfortably.  Always considerate, she switched chairs to sit closer and took my hand in hers.  It was soft and warm, but not clammy.  I looked down at her large hand, marveling at it.  Slender fingers, smooth even-toned skin, and neatly shaped fingernails.  Perfect.  Hands were so expressive.  They were the instruments with which we interfaced the world.  Speaking, working, emoting, touching, loving.  Nearly everything we did, we did with our hands.

“You have such beautiful hands.  I’ve always thought so.” I told her, still admiring them. “It’s amazing, I would have thought your larger size would make your skin thicker and tougher, but it’s softer than ever.”

Finally I looked up to her face, barely making out her blush in the restaurant light.  I wanted to kiss her plump, wet lips. 

“Alex, about tonight.  I want to talk to you about what I have planned, so you won’t be too freaked out.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s not at all the kind of thing you hear right before you hear the other thing that’s going to freak you out.” I said.

“Trust me, I think you’re going to like this.  I don’t want to ruin the surprise, but I want tonight to be about your desires.  You’ve told me that your sexuality has been heightened by the virus as well, but you don’t tend to act on it because you’re afraid of repercussions.”

“Tonight, I want you to know there are no repercussions.  And that’s all I’m going to say on that.”

Hmm, do I get to pick then?  All these beautiful women around me… She’d let me bring one home with us?  The way she had me fired up tonight, I might just take her up on that.

“So, anyone?”  I looked around.

“Not so fast, player.” she chided.  “I’m calling the shots tonight.  Just know that you will not be disappointed.”

I could live with that.  Just thinking about what she might have in store began to make me wild with desire.  I desperately tried to control my emotional state to attenuate the stream of pheromones that were no doubt flowing from me at this point, but it was difficult with El’s alluring form sitting not five feet away.

Stephanie came back after we had a chance to decide on our meals.  I could see the change in her immediately.  “So, did we have a chance to take a look at the…” she dropped off, catching my powerful scent.  The rest of the room was tuned out, and she approached me as the center of her universe.

“Sure, I think we’re ready to order.” I began, trying to get her mind off the juicy steak dangling in front of her starving lips.

Having none of it, she continued toward me.  At least she had the wherewithal to feign an accidental spill as she intentionally fumbled my glass of water into my lap. 

“Oh, my gosh!  I’m so sorry Sir.  That’s probably freezing” pulling a cloth napkin from the table, she bent to my midsection and began dabbing the wet spot on my slacks. 

Her eyes began to roll back in her head as she felt the form of my package beneath my thin linen pants coupled with my powerful sexual pull.  Her charade abandoned, she began rubbing me in earnest.  In my state of arousal, my body had no choice but to answer the call.  My growth came in fits and spurts as my tip extended down the length of my thigh.  Stephanie hardly saw it coming when Elise shoved her off of me, putting her firmly on her behind.

“I had hoped my date wouldn’t be molested in such a nice restaurant.  So much for that!”

She glared down at the waitress, who was now attempting to salvage her dignity.  “Consider yourself lucky that I’m not choosing to have you fired for this harassment.”

Stephanie just laughed.

“Fired?  Not likely.  Look around you, sweetheart.  Your man here just had it coming.  Just look at the way he reacted.  He was practically begging for it.  Things aren’t the way you think they are anymore…”

Turning to take in the room, I noticed she wasn’t entirely wrong.  I saw several men that were sitting in their date’s lap, being fed or openly fondled at the woman’s pleasure.  Wow, I had no idea.  

Elise grabbed my hand and quickly walked with me out of the restaurant.  I had to run to match her pace, but I managed. 

“Oh, God.  Alex, I’m sorry.  That is not how I wanted this evening to start.” she looked so down.  I just couldn’t help but cheer her up.

“It’s OK El.  Why don’t we just grab some drive-through and head back to your place?”

She smiled.  “Sounds like a plan”