Title:  Not Another Time Stop Story!
Author:  bobwhite
Summary:  A scientist's time-stopping invention gives the reality-
altering Dr. Burns (from Alei's Reality Machine), with whom he works,
an unexpected chance to find the ultimate lover.
Keywords:  MC FD FF SF

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"Why look, if it isn't Ted and Ted.  Or should I call you Ted and Ted?  
Which one of you is Ted? Oh that's right, you *both* are.  Well, before 
I disappear with 20 years of secrets, let me tell you--"

"I'm Jeff, and this is Tim," said the higher-ranking agent who'd 
arrived at the scene.  "We get to choose our names now.  You should 
read your email more often... now, for the last time: Dr. Pendleton, 
take off the device, and come with us.  You don't want to do this."

Unable to be silent any longer, the woman who'd been watching from the 
safety of her office came into the main lab and asked, "All week he's 
been acting weird.  All week!  I *know* you two know what's going on.  
What did he do to all of our projects?  He's taken apart half of them 
and used the parts in that... that thing on his back.  What *is* that 
thing?"

"Dr. Burns, I presume?"  Jeff asked, and when the woman nodded, he 
continued.  "Well, if his ranting over the last 10 minutes is any 
indication, I'd say he's figured out the secret of stopping time, and 
is about to activate his device."

Dr. Burns, panicking slightly, yelled "*Can't you make him stop?!*" as 
if she didn't think it'd occurred to either man actually try to stop 
him.  "You can't let him create some kind of... of whatever he's--"

"Inverse stasis space-time bubble!" shouted Pendleton, childishly 
stomping his feet where he stood.  "I went over that already!"

Ignoring him, Tim said, "Per our contract, you're allowed to use a 
telepathic jamming device in the lab, and you're doing so now.  So, we 
can't *make* him do anything.  I think we should... oh... let this 
thing run its course."

"*DO SOMETHING!!*" Dr. Burns screamed.

Tim looked at Jeff, who monotonously recited, "No, Dr. Pendleton, 
stop.  Please stop, for your own safety.  Step away from the device and 
do not activate it."

"I've got all I need to put you guys out of business right here," 
Pendleton said, holding up a hard drive, "and you will regret ever 
holding back science to serve your needs.  And as for you," he shouted, 
looking over to his female soon-to-be-former partner, "before you can 
even blink your eye, I'm going to do things to you that you should have 
let me do a long time ago."

Dr. Burns instinctively crossed her arms protectively over her body.  
Jeff turned to her and said, "Better turn around." Both the men then 
turned away, eyes shut and hands over their ears.

Dr. Pendleton had already begun to move the slider on his control panel 
from the off position to full power.  A brilliant white flash filled 
the room, followed by the three distinctive sounds a fully-functional 
time stop device makes upon activation.

*BANG!*

*WOOOOSH!*

*SKREEEEEEEEE!!*

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Not Another Time Stop Story!
by Bobwhite

*Author's note:  This one is for Alei, the author of The Reality 
Machine.  Dr. Burns and the machine itself are her creation, not mine.  
I'm just borrowing them for a little story.  Reading the original isn't*
required *prior to reading this story, but if you haven't read it, you 
should do so now--for your own benefit.*



"So," Dr. Burns said to Tim as he used a tube of bioglue to close a 
gash on her cheek, "let me get this straight.  He took a bunch of spare 
parts, cobbled together a time stop device, and instead of using it to 
study the space/time continuum, he was going to go around, taking 
women's clothes off, tying people's shoelaces together to see them 
trip, break into a bank--ouch!  Do you *have* to do that?  You know I 
could just fix it myself."

"Sorry, this stuff stings a little.  But yeah, that's what he was 
planning.  It's what they're *always* planning.  Give a brilliant 
scientist a device that can stop time, and he instantly becomes a 
mischievous 9-year-old perv," Tim said.  "Anyway, we're having a 
special Star agent come by, to make sure Pendleton didn't access the 
RM-61105 and make any changes you don't know about.  Whoever it is will 
fix the scar on your cheek.  And... there ya go; you're all fixed up, 
doctor."

"Call me Pat," she said, rubbing her cheek tenderly.

Jeff entered the room.  "Well," he said, "the mad super-scientist was, 
as per usual, frozen completely solid by the absolute zero temperature 
of his little time-stopped world.  One of the guys on the cleanup crew, 
Ted, knocked him over.  So, he shattered.  But, we were able to sweep 
most of him up before the pieces started to thaw.  We wiped everything 
else down, so it's all spic and span in there."

"'Ted,' did you say?  You mean when they let you guys choose your own 
names, the best he could come up with was 'Ted?'"

Jeff chuckled and said, "Yeah, well, some folks don't like change, I 
guess.  Anyway... we're outta here.  You have some forms to fill out, 
and like Tim said, we're sending someone by later to make sure 
everything is OK with your primary project.  Stick around till they come 
and check everything out, OK?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Pat said.  "Like I'm going anywhere with all that 
paperwork to do."

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A few hours later, Dr. Burns was still filling out requisition forms to 
replace the equipment Dr. Pendleton had cannibalized in the construction 
of his device.  Idly, she wondered about who his replacement would be.  
*Something tells me it won't be a woman... I suppose I should just hope 
that whoever replaces Kevin isn't come perv always trying to look down 
my shirt... say, that reminds me....*

Patricia opened the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled the one thing 
Dr. Pendleton had worked on that hadn't ended up as part of his machine: 
 the upgraded interface for the quantum matrix generator.

Pat took a deep breath slowly as her awareness of the entire lab complex 
solidified.  When she was fully integrated with the QMG, she looked at 
her chest, which she'd shrunk to uninteresting proportions to avoid 
having Pendleton stare at her more than she could bear.  He was 
augmented, like the agents were, and she couldn't alter him or his 
behavior, so to her chagrin she had to play Plain Jane at the lab.


A few carefully calculated reality manipulations later, her chest had 
grown to the larger size she preferred.  She felt them, carefully 
squeezing them and running her hands over them, and smiled as if she'd 
just been re-acquainted with two old friends.  "Now, to wait for someone 
to fix my face," she mumbled to herself.  *Those Star agents... always 
give me the creeps.  It's like they have my machine in their brains.  I 
guess they can tell if Pendleton accessed the QMG, but I wish they'd let 
me fix my face first.*

"You wish what?" chimed a sing-song voice from across the room.

Pat smiled at the pretty woman who had just come in.  "I didn't think 
you could hear my thoughts with the jammers on?"

"Oh, I'm not one of them.  I'm a Star.  I take it you're Patricia Burns? 
 I'm Julie.  I was sent here to check up on things," she said, making 
sure to make the last bit sound corny enough to elicit a laugh.  
Patricia giggled before she could stop herself.  "Oh, and I hear you 
have a bioglue repair on your face.  Nasty scars from that stuff.  I can 
fix that right up."

"I could have fixed it myself, but you know how those boys can be," 
Patricia said as she appraised the Star's looks.  *I was not expecting a 
woman!  Could use a little more on top, though, but she's so cute... I'm 
glad they didn't send another guy....*

"I know, right?  They *always* send one of the boys.  And I like my 
boobs just the way they are, thank you very much.  Anyway, come here, 
let me get a closer look at your cheek.  Or should I grow my boobs to 
entice you?"

Before she could answer, Pat's body stood up and walked to the woman, 
stopping just a few inches from her.

"Sorry 'bout the puppet routine, it's just quicker.  OK, hold still," 
she  said.  Patricia felt a light tingle along the wound on her face, 
and a slight pinching and tugging, and then it was gone.  "There, all 
done.  Scar's gone, your head is clear, and no alterations to the 
confines of the lab that weren't done by you.  Well, if that's all, 
I'll--"

"Who said that's all?" asked the doctor, with a sly grin forming on her 
face.  "You know, the agents always have some shield up, keeps me from 
trying things, and I wonder...."  With a few well-placed mental 
commands, she forced Julie into the body and mind of a stereotypical 
fetish French maid.

Julie gasped, closed her eyes, and slowly shook her head, trying to 
clear the fog that had suddenly tried to wrap around her mind.  She 
looked down, and noticed to her annoyance that her breasts were now much 
larger.  Reaching down, she confirmed that she was no longer wearing 
underwear.

"Oui, mademoiselle, zat...  *ahem*... OK, that was unexpected," she 
said, ridding herself of the French accent she'd been given.  
"Impressive, really.  The boys at dispatch said you would try something, 
but you should know that my control over reality doesn't end with this 
lab, and I don't need a m-machine... ooooh, oh, oh, I can feel you 
pushing into me...."

Julie gritted her teeth and wrapped her core being in a shield that she 
knew nobody, not even someone with her powers over reality, could 
pierce.  She wasn't aware, though, that Pat was studying her reaction 
carefully.

"So, *that's* the big secret.  You can do what I do, but without a 
machine, and I can't reshape your, whatever you call it... your core?  
Well, dear, you do have *that* on me.  But I wonder if you have ever 
considered how much control your body has over you?"

Julie restored her body to its previous form.  Turning to leave, she 
said, "OK, that'll do.  I'm leaving, and if you're lucky, I won't report 
this... hey, what's with this door?"

The door wouldn't open.  A few moments later, it wasn't even a door 
anymore.

"Alright, that's it." Julie said, her voice suddenly stern.  She didn't 
even turn to face Patricia as she began a few adjustments of her own.  
"A little help, please?"

Pat was instantly ashamed of herself.  She realized that her 
manipulations weren't helping Julie, and that was the only thing that 
mattered--the only thing that had ever mattered, in her entire life, was 
helping her friend Julie.  The door reappeared.

"Thank you, Doctor," Julie said as she opened the door.

The QMG interfaced caught the external reality manipulation, and 
restored Pat's original line of thought.  Pat said, "Oh, that was slick. 
Very slick.  And speaking of slick...."

Julie slipped and fell to the suddenly unstable floor.  It was enough of 
a distraction for Pat; within seconds, she pushed into Julie's being, 
heading straight for the core.  Julie, predictably, retreated to make 
sure it was protected, and that was all the misdirection Pat needed  to 
completely take over Julie's body, totally cutting her off from it by 
wrapping up the protected core in a web of her own.

Horrified, Julie stood still as a statue while the wall in front of her 
wavered and became a huge mirror.  Her chest filled out with tits that 
would rival any respectable porn star's, and her hair short brown hair 
darkened and grew, falling in luxurious waves to about the middle of her 
back.  She was trapped, her body at the mercy of her captor.

"Oh, my dear, I can hear your brain rattling out what your spirit is 
thinking, that you are safe and in control of *you*... but let's see how 
long it takes before you give yourself over to me willingly, now that I 
control your body."

Julie saw Pat vanish into thin air.  Suddenly, she felt invisible hands 
run lightly over her body, one stopping to cup her very wet pussy.  A 
finger then teased the opening.

As the fire of lust built inside her, Julie stammered, "You can't... 
change... change me like you c-could with... the... others...."

"Oh, you're right about that...," Patricia whispered into Julie's ear, 
"but while I can toy with this luscious body I've given you all I want, 
and I *do* want, I can't *make* you give yourself to me, so maybe I'll 
just... leave you like this?  I can use your phone to call you in sick 
for... oh, as long as I want."

The finger wiggling inside her folds left Julie in no position to fight 
for possession of her body.  She watched, helplessly horny, as her body 
was tweaked by Dr. Burns.  Her breasts grew again, her hair turned 
blond, her skin took on a very light tan, and she could not even close 
her eyes.

"This is how beautiful I expect my slaves to be.  But the body being 
beautiful isn't enough, it must be receptive to my touch, every inch of 
skin wired  for sexual pleasure... like this...." 

"Oh!"  Every inch of Julie's skin came alive with raw desire.  She could 
feel the faint movement of air across her skin, like a lover gently 
stroking her sex.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're right.  I can't take the 
essence that is you, like I could with the others, and reshape it so 
something more... well, you know.  I can't force it with you--you'd have 
to give yourself to me.  But I *can* keep you like this for a *long* 
time, since you all but gave me reign over your body."

*Please... you won't... get... oh, away with this, they'll... look... 
for me...,* Julie thought, unable to speak.

"Maybe you're right.  How long do you think it'll take before they 
start?  Oh, don't worry--you'll be here with me for a while.  Don't worry 
about being seen, though.  I'll make sure that nobody sees you, or 
touches you, or gets you off."

Pat reached out and grabbed Julie's newly massive tits.  She pinched her 
nipples, bringing Julie to her knees.  "So close to release... so close, 
yet so far, eh, pet?  Let me in, and I will take you to a place that no 
man, no matter how big or hard you make his cock, could ever take you."

Pat was playing Julie's body like a violin, driving her to insane levels 
of arousal, keeping her just on the verge, pushing her just to the edge 
of an orgasm whose intensity she was almost afraid of.  Julie looked up, 
seeing Pat's naked pussy, so wet and so close.  Just then, a choker 
appeared around Julie's neck, and within moments she was bound in place.

"Oh no.  Not so fast.  I know what you're thinking, and you're right--
when you make me cum, I let you cum.  But I don't get to cum until you 
lick me.  And you don't get to lick me until you submit, *completely*."

A shiny, latex-like material formed around Julie's body, covering every 
inch of her skin in blackness.  Only her face remained uncovered.  The 
strange catsuit began to caress her, rubbing and pinching her body, 
gently probing her sex and ass, making her whimper.

"I'll remind you... you could be like this for awhile.  Oh, not always 
bound like this, covered in a suit that molests you all by itself.  
Well, OK, the suit will be on you until I decide to take it off, which 
won't be for some time.  But nobody will be looking for you for a long 
time."

Julie mumbled incoherently into the gag that appeared in her mouth, and 
struggled in vain as the suit repositioned her so that she was on her 
hands and knees.  The cool, airy sensation she felt around her bottom 
told her that the suit had opened up around her crotch.  She felt Pat 
sit on her back, facing the opposite direction she was in, and soon she 
even felt Pat's fingers teasing her sex again.

"I want you.  But, I am a patient woman.  Maybe I'll just lock up the 
lab and go home for the night."

Julie's hips were rocking of their own accord, chasing Pat's fingers, 
hoping to trick them into slipping all the way in, thinking that would 
surely put her over the edge.  Her breathing became ragged, and she 
would have collapsed if the suit weren't supporting her.

"Please... please just...," Julie whimpered.

"You know the terms."

"OK!  Please, OK, I'm yours!  Just... please, make me... cum!"

Pat gave a firm push, but was blocked.  "Tisk, tisk.  Saying it is 
*one* thing," Pat said, standing up.  Her bonds released, Julie 
scrambled to her knees, her face barely an inch away from Pat's wet sex. 
"Now, give it to me."

Julie knew she was trapped.  Her body was turned on beyond all belief, 
and she realized that if she didn't regain control, soon she'd do 
*anything* for the release she sought.  She even tried to bring her 
hands to her sex, but the second skin prevented her.  She couldn't look 
away from the pussy in front of her.  She stuck out her tongue and tried 
to lean forward, but still she could not make contact with Pat's body.

Finally, she closed her eyes, and visualized the core of her being, the 
kernel that was her essence, wrapped up in what people call bodies, and 
the world.  She had screwed up, conceding her body when she should have 
fought for it, but it was too late to do anything about it.  Delirious 
with lust and maddening pleasure, she carefully removed the membrane 
protecting her very essence.

The world around her shuddered and fractured, until the lab and office 
re-emerged.  Her bodysuit remained, though.  Pat ran her fingers into 
Julie's hair, then balled her hands up into fists, gripping her slave's 
head tightly.  Julie, realizing just how great it would be to be owned 
by her powerful Mistress, looked up in adoration.

"Oh, my dear, thank you.  Now, show me why *you* are a better slave than 
any of the others."

Pat pulled Julie's head so that her mouth was against her pussy.  She 
was expecting an enthusiastic tongue lashing, forgetting for a moment 
that she now controlled a woman who was well-versed in reshaping minds 
*and* bodies.  When Julie's tongue grew longer than should have been 
possible, sliding around and over her pussy, then plunged several inches 
into into it, Pat gasped in delight *and* surprise.

Julie's memories were filled with a new life story.  She had been with 
as many women as men in her long, formerly free life, and without  the 
normal limits of human physiology, she had become an impossibly good 
pussy licker.  Her enlarged tongue pulsated and slithered inside her 
Mistress' hot pussy, the wet roughness of her taste buds rubbing up and 
down against her slit as she tongue-fucked her Mistress.  

Within seconds, Pat came.  And a few moments later, she came again.  A 
flood of orgasmic bliss began to wash over her, showing no signs of 
slowing, as Julie lovingly bestowed an unending orgasm on her Mistress.

With a thought, Pat released the hold on Julie's climax that had broken 
her so effectively.  Free from the physical and mental restrictions, her 
hands shot to her pussy, and within a few frantic seconds, she came with 
more force than she could ever remember.  Her attention to her Mistress 
broken by the tidal wave of pleasure allowed Pat to recover from the 
constant state of orgasm Julie had been keeping her in.

It was several minutes before either of them could breathe calmly enough 
to consider saying anything.  Julie sat up and looked around.  Seeing 
that Pat was still a wreck, she reached out and revitalized her body, 
erasing her fatigue like one would delete a file from a computer.  Pat 
felt the change and stood up.  Summoning her lab clothes from the 
aether, she motioned for Julie to stand, and a re-fitted version of the 
outfit she walked in appeared.

"Get dressed.  We're going home.  If *that* was any demonstration of 
your powers, then something tells me I'm a very lucky Mistress.  They'll 
undoubtedly be watching for me to use you to have too much fun outside 
the lab... so that means I will have to keep you all to myself."

Julie bit her lower lip, giddy with the understanding that she could 
please her owner in ways none of her other conquests could possibly 
imagine.  And like any good pet, she couldn't wait to prove her 
devotion.

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