The days passed, and these turned into weeks. Life under the dome wasnt too different from the previous one, causing all the protests and riots that the Shepherds anticipated not to appear. Of course there were always protests from the group (newly political) Done the Dome, but they were always peaceful and never caused any problems. The voting system for days of rain and snow was a success, creating three beautiful snowy weekends and several evenings and nights throughout January of intense rain but without storm, fact that increased the productivity of the city thanks to that citizens could foresee and anticipate everything in advance.
If the rumors that the real goal of the dome was to conduct a social experiment were true ... one could say the city would pass it with honors
Of course not everything was going well, because all the unbuilt ground under the dome aroused many prying eyes that intensified when the mayor of Brightside received the permission to develop them at pleasure provided that the owners of the scattered houses received an economic compensation equal to double of your property. The news quickly became viral throughout the city, with hundreds of debates on how to make the most of the space.An amusement park, a skyscraper district, housing district ... artificial beach ... the ideas were many and they arise and disappear quickly between the two sides of the town hall.
Moving away from the general plan a bit and approaching the staff, we find a slow and quiet life in the home of the Barlow Holm family. Erika had finished her paternity leave (the only one she could really take in the gym) for 3 weeks, getting back to work again to at least feel like she was taking care of her family with her own hands. Meanwhile Alanna spent the days taking care of the "little" Anne, as long as small one understood 88 centimeters from the head to the heel. (2 feet 11 inches)
Life progressed as slowly as marriage could wait, completely in love with seeing their little one each day gained more and more control over herself; to the point that with 1 month of life Anne was already able to laugh and keep her head up for almost a full minute.
The clock read 12 o'clock on the morning of February 2, 2019, several hours after Erika left her favorite girls sleeping, when the first morning cries woke Alanna. "Wait... I'm going ... I'm going, my life ..." The still half-asleep mother stretched out on the bed, staring at the sleeping love ball covered by cushions at her side. (Something more normal than the couple wanted, because as Anne woke up when Erika went to the gym the crying was assured if Alanna did not take her to the double bed)
Sitting on the pillow and leaning her back against the wall of the closet, Alanna blindly pressed the buttons on the head, seeking to activate the automatic shutters installed by Melker a week before. The Swedish great-grandfather had seen how his land was taken by the dome, and how his own government refused to transfer his pension earned just to the United States; forcing him to accept the money of his archenemy Velio to disgust ... and of course that led to Melker spend the days doing renovations in the homes of the family. (Many times by force, nobody daring to stop him)
"Waaaaa!" Anne cried and waved in her mother's arms, making it difficult for her to take off her bra and get up in her pajamas more than desired.
"I'm going ... I'm coming ...!" To avoid screaming, Alanna and Erika had mastered the technique of the silent scream, drowning the words and raising a little dot of tone just at the end to emphasize what was said. A quick and effective technique that allows the marriage to talk, discuss and relate without problem in front of an Anne who also laughed and enjoyed those words so elongated.
With the breast already discovered, the baby didnt doubt for a second, throwing herself to suck with a force that made her mother more afraid every day. "But my daughter ...! Let me at least settle in!" Alanna begged while looking for a more comfortable position for her (Because Anne was clearly in glory, sucking with her eyes closed and one hand resting on Alanna's chest)
"You have to see ... my life, your mother also needs to find the position!" Anne's growing weight and size makes it more complicated than the tutorials and courses had taught the marriage, having to adapt each posture or action to the great size of your daughter.
Although if something was complicating the situation in recent days was the super swollen chest of Alanna. Amelia and Theo couldnt decide if the extreme increase in breast was due to how much Anne drank every time she went to breastfeed or if it was just the other way around, Anne drank more because she noticed that there was still milk left over.
The truth is that Alanna she wasnt interested in why her breasts grew, having the ability to change bras with her wife was a dream come true. (A quickly killed, Erika didnt enjoy wearing bras with the smell of milk too much, and Alanna didnt like the very stiffness and the faint smell of of the free gym soap impregnated in her wife's sports bras, ending only with the exchange of lace bras)
Finishing sucking, Anne leaned back burping herself without having to provoke her mother; a gesture somewhat rude but that the marriage enjoyed greatly. "Dont relax now, my life!" Alanna lifted her daughter, holding her face to face and tickling her nose. Anne's laughter was like the harps of the angels to them, a sound worthy of beauty as the baby was. "Now time for your morning exercises!"
Placing Anne on the mattress, Alanna began the basic baby exercise session just as Theo had taught them, replicating each movement perfectly without even having to look while Anne burst out laughing without holding back. Anne might not yet understand what they were doing, but she loved the movement and that's how she expressed it to her mother.
And no matter how quiet the morning was, a mother's job didnt end after the exercises.
Anne doesnt hesitate to fall asleep as she used to do after finishing the exercises, cuddling first in her mother and then in the cushions that replace her (Odd as it was, it didnt affect her too much to know that they were cushions whenever the awakening of any of his mothers were present). To take advantage of the morning, Alanna got up ready to pick up the apartment and leave everything clean by the time Erika arrived with the food purchased. (That as it used to be usual in the couple on Saturdays, it was fried chicken buying in the preferred store of both)
"Well ... now I am a mother and I must show it in style! Take care of the house, receive my wife with a smile on my face and dinner on the table ..." Alanna nodded to no one in particular, looking at the unpolluted state of the house cleaned by Erika before leaving for work. "Or so I would say if it werent 2019 and the household chores are evenly shared among us ... or rather if Erika didnt get up an hour and a half early to clean up. In what position does that leave me?"
Alanna looked toward the closet, watching Anne sleep peacefully with her pacifier lying on her chest. "Yep, that's my position ... I guess at least I can shower and do the laundry" Pulling off her pajamas and throwing it on one of the dining room chairs, Alanna did some slight stretching before going to the bathroom. As she had planned, Erika had left the pajamas of last night on the dryer; a gesture that although Alanna appreciated only made her fall deeper into her sinful depths. "Oh my..."
After 3 months without intimate relations with her wife (mainly because the large size of Alanna's belly with Anne inside did not help sex), Erika's only smell permeated on her clothes was enough to shake the needy mother. After quickly checking that Anne was still asleep, Alanna closed the bathroom door behind her and leaning against it, dropping to the floor with Erika's pajamas in her hands. "This is wrong ... very wrong..." Alanna said to herself, separating her pajamas from her wife's underwear in two piles in front of her.
Carefully as if she were afraid of someone discovering her, Alanna grabbed her wife's socks, inspecting them with her thumbs closer and closer to her face. "Dammit, Erika…"
From the moment of giving birth Alanna had spent many sleepless nights calming Anne (sometimes with Erika and other times alone), earning many extra hours to think about herself. In the past Alanna had never been ashamed of being a fetishist, always proudly saying how much she enjoyed the body of her wife without caring about the looks of others.
But now? Now Alanna was a mother, a mother who was hiding in the bathroom to dream of her wife's feet with their legs closer together and their hands more and more separated, bringing the sock up and the free hand down.
'This is wrong, sooo wrong!... but it smells so good ... it's not fair, it's not fair that Erika is so sexy ... she and her huge feet, her huge hands ... her HUGE ... her huge muscular body of Swedish goddess born for me and only for me and Anne! I will never understand that someone like her could feel self-conscious of having such a ... powerful body ... huge ... so fucking erotic ...'
Alanna's breathing was accelerating more every second, reaching the point where she was burying her nose in her wife's socks. Having so close the sock allowed Alanna to see it as closely as it was humanly possible, seeing how the seams were resentful in all directions for the size 44 and a half of her beloved Erika.
'Erika ... my love ... it's been so long that we did not play ... since I dont have you under me ... since I do not make you step on me ...... it's been so long since I put you on our beloved leash ... I need ... I ... need ...'
Alanna's other hand reached its destination, beginning to rub over the pajamas at a speed that even she couldnt understand. Biting her lip, Alanna began to moan, trying to control the volume while from the tension itself the first-time mother broke the crotch of her pajamas, giving her enough to be able to consume her pleasure.
'Erika ... Erika ... Erika ...!-' "ERIKA! ERIKA!" The excitement reached its peak, the floor getting wet under it. Drowning the cry of pure pleasure with her wife's sock, Alanna slumped backward on the bathroom floor unconscious of the huge amount of ejaculation between her legs, forming a large puddle like never before.
The pleasure was simply overwhelming, Alanna still rubbing her clit slowly while the orgasm left her more and more and more unconscious. "Erika ..." It was the last thing that came out of her lips before falling asleep in such an ungrateful position.
(Gym Gilded Ground. Same time in the morning of February 2)
"67, ... 68, ..."
"Come on Erika! You're going to break a record!" Akanni, the co-worker and new supervisor of Erika's gym, shouted out loud, attracting even more look if they changed. With almost 44 kilos in the weight, Erika's muscles were swollen and burning with desire to continue, vibrating every time the audience forming around her sing a new repetition with her.
"72, ... 73 ..." Erika growled as she reached the amount that Akanni had bet 10 minutes before that the first-time mother would never arrive. Three great feelings were piling up inside Erika: The anger to hit Akanni in his big mouth for not trusting her, the desire to beat her own record and run to tell Alanna and Anne; and the even greater desire to overcome her own limits. "And ... 75!" Erika shouted as she dropped the weight on the safety bar, jumping up and screaming with emotion while her audience shouted and cheered excitedly.
"Fuck you, new boss! 75 repetitions with 44 kilos! Where is the well-to-do mother you used to say, eh? Where is?!" Erika's pure and hard emotion was contagious, forcing Akanni to lean back with his hands up.
"OK OK! Jesus, have you come back from pater-maternity leave with an extra injection of strength or what?! Not only have you raised 9 kilos more than normally ... but you've done 25 repetitions more than usual! And that weight training isnt your strong point!"
"This is the power of being a mother, you know?" Erika took two steps forward, standing firm and defiant in front of Akanni (Although always as a joke between friends), the supervisor's head right in front of Erika's breasts. "Now I must not only be strong for my wife, now I must be strong for my daughter. It's that feeling of wanting to protect her that gives me ... gives me ..." Erika's face turned completely red, a small cold sweat running down her forehead full of previous sweat.
"Erika? Something wrong? Have you broken?" Akanni asked as Erika took a step back, her legs cradled with her knees drawn together. "You have not had a heat attack or something, have you? You are shaking ..." The trainer said nothing, taking a deep breath to try to calm the hotter feeling inside her. An internal heat that Erika had been resisting for several months for the sake of her wife. "I go to the bathroom a moment before I go home ... I am- I have to pee"
Akanni couldnt get to give her permission, Erika ran around the gym to the locker room workers. Pushing out her partners between apologies, Erika managed to reach the women's bathroom by opening and closing the door with all her might, slamming the door that was heard even in the gym lobby.
Erika's breathing was increasing every second, forcing her to kneel against the wall of the sink. "Why ... why? If I wasnt thinking about those things ..." She whispered to herself, beginning to hyperventilate. In a quick decision made by the excessive excitement, Erika took out her phone looking for the private folder in her gallery of images: A collection of photos of Alanna and herself too sensual to have available to children, prepared for moments like the present. (Although what Erika really needed right now was her wife's touch, feeling completely dominated by her to calm the fire inside her body)
Closing the lid of the toilet, Erika placed the phone on it resting on one of her shoes, opening her legs and starting to changing photos in search of a warm enough to remember the moment, faster and faster while with the other hand she was massaging her generous chest. "Alanna ... my love ..." Desperate to release her other hand, Erika put the gallery in presentation mode to be able to direct her left hand towards her crotch, rubbing in circles her little clit while with the other hand she took her nipple to her mouth, imagining the flow of milk that her wife could release in the same situation.
'My love ... please, I need you to let me cumming... I am all yours but I need to free myself ... my love, my miss... let me cumming...'
The presentation began to arrive at increasingly hot photos, surprising Erika herself by the follies and the eroticism detached by each image. "Cumming now? ..." Erika began to whisper, trying to imitate her wife's voice as best she could. "Do you want to stain your huge hands with my precious juice? Do you think you deserve it?" The role-playing game was absolutely terrible, but considering that Erika herself was making herself and her wife little more than she could ask herself. "Do it, if you think you can cum, my giantess, run ... bathe me in your love juices and make me pregnant again!"
'I will give you everything you ask me! Do you want me to make you more pregnant? Do you want to have more of my children?! I will do everything you ask, I just need ... I need ...-' "Alanna ... Alanna ... ALANNA!" In an impulse to cum, Erika ended up introducing a large part of her hand inside her, pressing her own g point with all her strength . "AaaAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhh!"
The orgamum was simply wild, filling the entire distance between her legs to her knee with her love liquid. Today more than ever, Erika enjoyed having voted for the bathrooms to be individual without gaps for bystanders. If one of her companions caught her in that state, the shame would be enormous and more so now that the dome would not let her move. Erika's consciousness was fading as the gallery of erotic photos was finished, moving on to the next full of photos from the last month.
Seeing her daughter and wife, Erika ended up falling asleep after the longest solo orgasm of her life.
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Dont be afraid of the ancient rites. Dont be afraid of the blood.
There is charm in the dark, a Charm name Skull!
Take a seat and come to the table the menu is about to end- End?
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"What?! END?! Damn, END?! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT SHOUT END IN THE INITIAL SPEECH WOULD BE GOOD IDEA?!" Cascadio threw the script to the ground, descending from the stage and removing the plastic mask. "Oliver! What the hell is that?! What kind of villain would talk about ending up in his initial speech!?"
(Second Secret Basement of the Multiplexes and Cultural center Torna, 12:30 in the morning)
Oliver quickly got up from the mixer while watching his boss get up, turning the laptop towards him and marking the end of the speech. "Sorry boss, but I think that it ends up fitting well! The menu is about to end, the dessert will be your soul! It doesnt form an assonating rhyme, but it creates a beautiful alliteration with your name!-"
Closing the laptop with Oliver's hand still on the keyboard, Cascadio turned around again growling while his assistant blew his aching fingers. "First, what kind of villain have you seen revealing his greatness to the world while reciting verses!? That makes no sense! Hunger Skull cant start talking about desserts! Who the hell would take me seriously if I introduce myself while talking about taking the dessert as if I were some kind of big kid?" After jumping up, Cascadio began to wander around the stage tried to think.
"No no! It is not an option to talk about desserts! Do you know what we need, Oliver? A feminine point of view!" While Oliver muttered in silence, Cascadio looked for the app on his phone to turn on the communication system of the base. "Doctor Elizabeth, come here!"
After several long minutes, the doors that led to the laboratory too slowly for the taste of Cascadio, who mentally aimed to solve it later. Disheveled, with dark circles to her cheek and the lab coat as the only garment correctly in place, Elizabeth entered the main stage chewing what Cascadio thought were pork rinds. "You need me ..." Yawning in the middle of the sentence, Elizabeth wiped her stained hand on her robe before sitting in front of the stage. "-boss?"
"What are you eating? You know it's almost time to eat, right? If you eat junk now then you will not be hungry ..." Cascadio hit his face with both hands, rubbing up to his neck. "You know?! I am not your mother to tell you these things! Do your work and be presentable! You are the scientist who will make the great Hunger Skull come true!" Scratching the back of her neck, Elizabeth looked down at her hands, uncertain what to say.
"My job isnt to make your evil whims come true?"
"Of course! And be presentable! Legally, you're still the movie accountant and I your legal guardian, so I need you, Oliver and Carlos, to be clean in case my brothers come! ... And that's not the issue!"
"And which one is it? I'm still working on equipping your SkullLight System with the suit and I would also like to finish the auxiliary power supply today"
"Easy, it will only be a moment. I was here rehearsing my initial speech before this city when Oliver, our dear Oliver here, goes and writes to me on the teleprompter 'The menu is about to end, the dessert will be your soul!'... and I want you to tell me sincerely: Is the worst villain phrase you've ever heard?"
Elizabeth didnt say anything, turning first to Oliver and then closing her eyes and falling on the seat beside her. The position reminded Cascadio the first time he met the scientist at the juvenile correctional school in Riverside many years ago, when the scientist was only 14 years old and had been accused of wanting to buy plutonium and possessing materials with high biological risk. "It's not the worst phrase, but it doesnt stick with the rest of the script"
"How is not he going to stick?!" Oliver screamed extremely outraged as he walked towards the seats, ready to split the scientist's face. "Do you know what my script is so it doesnt stick good?!"
"Dont be afraid of the ancient rites. Dont be afraid of blood. There is charm in the dark. Take a seat and go to the table, the menu is about to end and the dessert will be your soul" Elizabeth recited in the delicious British accent that so much attracted Cascadio the first time he hear it. "I saw the script last week in the kitchen, and I was looking at it while the nachos cheese melted"
"And? Do you, genius girl, have a better ending for the speech?! Because everything I hear is critical and no one brings solutions!" Oliver dropped onto the other seat, crossing his arms extremely angrily as Elizabeth slowly got up, picked up the plastic mask and climbed onto the stage removing Cascadio's cloak.
"Ahem ..." Elizabeth cleared her voice a couple of times, covering herself completely with her cloak before putting on her best sinister voice and opening the cape dramatically.
"Can you feel the hunger? Dont be afraid…
Because only hunger will accompany you to the end.
Dont fear the ancient rites! Dont fear the unfaithful blood!
There is a special charm in the dark;
so take a seat and come closer, for the feast is about to begin!"
The two adults fell silent while Elizabeth devoted an exaggerated bow to no one in particular. "Well?" And without even waiting for them to answer, Elizabeth left the accessories on the floor starting to march back to the lab.
Cascadio and Oliver looked at each other, not knowing what to say. "I guess that's why she's the genius, boss ... If it's convinced you, me too" Oliver shrugged, thinking how he couldnt have thought of something as simple as begin.
"For me? I am delighted with the turn that she has given it. And I like the tone you've given it much more, Elizabeth ..." Cascadio turned around, taking the mask back as he began to practice the phrase.
And just before leaving, Elizabeth turned around, calling back her boss. "Sir, I forgot that we had the first activation ... or mutactivation... I still dont catch the name-"
"WHAT?! HOW?! WHEN?!" Cascadio dropped everything to the ground, jumping to the ground and running towards Elizabeth, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her. "AND WHY YOU HAVENT SAID ANYTHING UNTIL NOW?! WHERE HAS THE ACTIVATION HAPPENED?! WHO?!"
"Precisely thats why I havent said anything ... in the last month we applied SkullLight to 68 newborns and their parents, then discretely placing the markers on their parents ... But of course, we havent marked the families with names, but with the number of the accident where we make the 'accident'... and at the same time the markers that I have modified only detect when the NEPF virus disappears from the organism as a virus and begins to appear as own cells, they dont send a signal of where it has happened"
"What you're trying to tell me is that we only have the numbers that have been activated, but we dont know who they are or where they have been activated?!" Elizabeth nodded slowly, while Cascadio wanted to cut his neck right there for having committed the most stupid mistake in the world and that could now cost them months or even years of delay. "DAMN IT!" Dropping all his frustration all at once, Cascadio kicked with all his strength into the row of seats, shattering his foot in the process.
"Goddamn it! How could we have been so clumsy?!" Falling defeated on the seat, Cascadio breathed as deep as he could, holding his chin thoughtfully. "The simulated accidents have taken place either in the cinema or in the hospital ... and we were crossing out the names of all registered newborns after each SkullLight flash ... it wouldnt be possible to find out who are the lucky winners using their numbers and looking for who corresponds? We still have control of the traffic cameras until day 6, which is when the passwords change ... how many recordings should we check?"
"We could, but they are many hours of video and you didnt mark the list when you faked accidents. Our best bet is to use the facial recognition program to search each family individually and once you have located them look for the exact moment when you three appear in the video-"
"No no, that would take a lot! Come on Cascadio ... think, do it for Mom's dream ..." Cascadio closed his eyes, crossing his arms behind the back of his neck and letting himself fall backwards. "We know that the virus of two subjects has been activated, beginning to mimic the mutant gene that they share between them with their baby, right?"
"According to the tests, yes, but we still dont know what or who created the NEPF virus before us, so all this is based on the tests that I performed with the virus in the laboratory afterwards with the information stolen from Professor Cole. At the moment all I can say for sure is that one of the second-generation rats has developed affinity or immunity to electric shocks ... but we cant turn that into a mutation worthy of his plan, sir."
"I dont need the mutation to directly grant superhuman abilities. What I want is for young people to take advantage, experience and play with the skills I have given them to turn them into worthy superpowers! A superhero is not born, it is done! ... Except cases like superman, but that is really because of the combination of his Kryptonian genes that act as solar batteries and the strength and intensity of our sun... FUCK, LETS RETURN TO THE INITIAL THEME! Elizabeth, let's assume, do you mind?"
The scientist nodded as Cascadio got up, beginning to walk around the seating area with his hands behind his back.
"If we assume that those two parents have activated their own NEPF viruses unconsciously, it means that their son or daughter must be developing their own mutation, right?" After confirming that Elizabeth nodded, Cascadio went back up the stairs backstage picking up her mask and layer. "For now we only know of an activated mutation, but taking into account that this activation has happened a month later and that the mutation can cause internal changes that do not cause any kind of scandal, we can only cling to those who cause scandals. That means that if those mutations cause any kind of incident or are detected in the hospital, we should be able to track it down at once, am I wrong?"
"Then we must take a hidden position in the world until they reveal themselves, right?"
"It's the only way I see, to stay hidden while Hunger Skull, me, finish his armor"
"We're too far from finishing your suit, boss! Many of the additions you want have not even gone through the alphas phases yet!" Oliver shouted as he finished writing the script, passing it to the telepronter.
"Time to time! I may not have everything I want yet, but human progress plays in favor of Hunger Skull! Your contacts will get us the plans to be able to manufacture everything necessary down here as the brazen people from outside are unwittingly creating the weapons of the first great supervillain of this world! Hunger Skull's time has not yet arrived, but humanity can be prepared! The feast will be unstoppable! And when those born to oppose me come to light, this world must stop living in ignorance! We will bring a new era to this world, an era blessed by darkness! ... See Oliver? This is a good speech! Yes, just like that! This was what i meant! This is the kind of material we need!"
"Then, sir ..." Elizabeth caught the attention of her boss, who had started to turn with her cape looking for a proper posture for the speech. "Should I go back to hacking the hospital communications?"
"No, that will raise suspicions ... instead, I want you to create some kind of program that allows us to monitor the social networks of all the inhabitants of this city, whether civilians or military. We live in a time that if the mutation causes some public incident any idiot will want to be the first to document it! Let's use those same social networks as our personal alarm system!" Nodding without saying anything else, Elizabeth went back to her lab leaving Oliver and Cascadio in the main room of the base. Turning on itself and wrapping itself in the cloak completely, Cascadio bent backwards with one hand on his forehead in an extremely exaggerated but very villainous manner. (Or at least that Cascadio wanted to believe)
"I hope you can see me, Mom ... your world where good can overcome evil is just around the corner ... just wait a little longer, your child will make everything you ever wanted come true ..."
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"That was very nice, boss. Do you want me to write it in the script in case you forget?"
"Please"