Madison

Chapter Eleven

by D.X. Machina

* * *

Erica had leaned in behind Jill and was kissing the nape of her neck, trying gamely to get her girlfriend into the right mood.

"HONEY, STOP, I NEED TO STUDY. I'VE GOT AN O-CHEM MIDTERM COMING UP ON TUESDAY AND IT'S KICKING MY ASS."

"COME ON, IT WON'T TAKE THAT LONG. YOU'LL BE ALL RELAXED AND HAPPY, AND THE STUDYING WILL GO QUICKER."

Jill wavered, and moaned just a little bit as Erica kept her ministrations up. "UM...YOU KNOW DAMN WELL IT'LL TAKE PLENTY LONG, YOU DYKE. WE'VE NEVER HAD A QUICKIE YET."

"FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING, LOVE. WE COULD GET EACH OTHER OFF QUICKLY, AND THEN GO BACK TO BEING RESPONSIBLE COLLEGE STUDENTS. WHAT DO YOU SAY?"

At that suggestion, Jill turned and gave Erica a quick buss on the lips. "OKAY. BUT IF WE'RE NOT DONE IN ONE HOUR...."

"I SWEAR, HONEY, I'LL KEEP IT QUICK."

* * *

It took them about three hours, but Jill really didn't seem to mind.

I was on the floor, looking up at the two girls dozing in each other's arms, They were obviously in love, or at least in lust, which is pretty good for college.

I envied them on a number of levels. First, just on pure simplicity: as lesbians, they could cheerfully live together in the dorms. Second, they were together with the person they loved, and they were enjoying each other immensely.

I felt a stabbing in my gut as I thought of Liz, the woman I loved, buried underneath layers of insanity. I wanted to help her. I wanted to save her. But how?

* * *

"D.X., at the risk of sounding crass, given the pain I know you felt and still feel--details?"

Jake had to laugh at that. "Scott, it's nice to see you asking for the details for a change. All right, well, I'd put myself in a pretty dumb position three hours before...."

* * *

I clung desperately to Erica's shirt as Jill rose and embraced her girlfriend. I was crushed between the chests of the girls as the lovers kissed deeply and warmly. I was immediately erect as I felt the warmth of the titflesh enveloping me. It didn't take long for me to lose my grip, but thankfully, by that time they were maneuvering into bed.

I fell onto the chest of Jill as Erica rose up above her. With a sly wink, Erica pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing a simple black bra which was also removed. Erica was well-endowed, but there was no sag to her breasts as she dropped back down toward Jill. Enormous mams landed on either side of me as the two began to kiss some more.

I knew, of course, that it would be best if I just transported out of there. I knew, of course, that my continued presence as an ant-sized voyeur on a young lesbian's chest was anything but safe.

But I was nineteen, and there were warehouse-sized breasts surrounding me, and I was just too amazed to do a goddamn thing.

The two lovers rolled over, and I found myself dropping suddenly to Erica's cleavage as Jill now was disrobing. Her breasts were smaller than Erica's.But they were no less impressive. And then they were back to kissing, and now there was no barrier between me and the women.

It was somewhat painful. But it was amazing fun.

It wasn't long before I saw Jill's head drop down to Erica's tits, sucking and licking on them passionately. Then, to my horror, her tongue slid down the inside of Erica's left breast and enveloped me before I had a chance to react.

I made my move on sheer instinct. I was covered in Jill's saliva, and in real danger of being swallowed. I should've used a transport spell, but instead, I cried "Morpheus!"

And I was quickly one with Jill's tongue.

We were sliding across the surface of Erica's stomach, and I was more than aware of the soft, delicious skin. And we were sliding until suddenly, we reached something slick and hairy. Erica's bush.

It was just a second before I found myself sliding across moistened lips and, well, moistened lips as Jill began to work on Erica. I was thrust in and out, before being worked up to Erica's clit. As Erica began to tense up with orgasm, I sighed mentally. This could become addictive, I thought.

* * *

So it went for the next couple hours. I experimented with morpheus and transport and shrinking and growing spells as the girls went at it, dropping myself off in all sorts of fun spots. When they finally dozed off, spent and happy, I transported myself onto the floor, and looked up at them, full of envy, but grateful for the experience.

I walked out into the hall, and pushed my height up to eighteen inches. Then quickly, pushed it back down as I heard a door open. As intriguing as it might be to be found by a fetching young coed, I had work to do.

I headed down the hall towards where I thought a study lounge would be. I could tell I was in a lakeshore dorm--Bradley, maybe, or possibly Cole. I could see the lit room down the hall, maybe a twenty minute walk or so away. I'd go in there and try to break the spell Liz had put on me. And then, God willing, I'd go stop her. Whatever that meant.

* * *

It actually took me a good deal longer than I thought, as young women were constantly wandering out into the hallway. It was a Saturday--March 13, 1993, to be exact--and the girls were having fun. Next week was the last before Spring Break, so mid-terms would be in full swing. Best to party it up.

I was stopped in my tracks more than a few times by conversations and jokes and girls returning from the showers before heading out for the evening. Once, I ended up directly under the robe of a girl as she chatted amiably about something-or-other, and I got a good view of her unadorned womanhood. It took a great deal of willpower, but I kept moving along. I didn't have time to dawdle--two days, Liz had said. That's all.

I finally made it to the study lounge. The room was deserted, and I snuck over to the lee of the couch, and with everything I had, I started blasting away at Liz' spell.

It was hard work. As hard as I have ever had to work to break a spell. Dozens of times, I put everything I had into my growth spell, only to grow a quarter inch, or a half inch, or not at all. Finally, when I thought I had nothing left, I threw everything I had at the spell, and felt it break away as I sped upwards to my full height of five feet, ten inches tall.

It took me a second to gain my bearings. It had been months since I had been the size of a human being. It was odd. Very odd, indeed.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a girl stared at me and screamed. I looked down at myself, and realzied that I was still naked. "Transport," I said, and as I dematerialized, "Sorry."

I'm sure I probably scarred her for life, but I didn't have time to discuss it. I had transported myself into a male dorm room one floor up, one that was thankfully empty. Quickly, I grabbed a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt out of the closet of one of the men, and morphed them to my size. I then pulled on some shoes, and with a quick transport spell, I was away.

* * *

It was a cool night in Madison, and I walked the streets, unsure of what my next move was. I knew that I couldn't just pick my life back up--inevitably, I'd come under suspicion for the murder of my roommate, and while I wouldn't be found guilty--Liz had left no physical evidence whatsoever--I didn't relish going through a police investigation.

More to the point, I still had to uphold a promise to the woman I loved. I had to stop her. Kill her, if I had to.

I prayed I wouldn't have to.

I had morphed my face to match that of a friend from high school. I knew I didn't want Liz to notice me--I was not in her league yet as far as GTS goes, and the last thing I wanted was for her to start dueling me.

But I still had to find her, figure out what was going on.

So I waited outside of Liz Waters Hall in the shivering cold, watching for her to show up.

At about nine o'clock, she exited, beautiful as ever. She looked around briefly, catching my eye for but a second. She looked away, and then looked back. I smiled a flirtacious smile, hoping she didn't see me for who I was. But she simply scowled and walked out into the night.

I let her walk a fair pace ahead before I turned and followed, morphing my face into that of another friend's as I went.

* * *

We ended up at a bar on State Street, one of the less happening ones. Liz had wandered in, and was sitting at a table with a woman I had never seen. I sat down a few tables away and ordered a Budweiser; I had no money, but the napkins in front of me morphed quickly into twenties, just as a coaster had doubled as a Minnesota I.D. for a David Xavier Machina, age 22. I don't know where the name came from--sudden inspiration, I guess. I sipped on the beer and watched the women talking, trying to figure out what they were planning.

When they got up, I went to follow them.

So did someone else.

I'd seen the man eyeing them. I had thought perhaps he was just attracted to the pair, but now I realized he was casing them just like I was. And he was going to follow them, just like me.

The two women split up almost immediately, and I decided to follow Liz' compatriot, a beautiful woman in her early thirties, with jet-black hair and a gorgeous figure. I followed at a safe pace, and I noticed that my fellow spy was doing the same.

As the woman went into Inn on the Park, I turned my attention to the man. Surely, he knew something. I transported myself right behind him, and said, simply, "So who is she?"

The man jumped a few feet, turning suddenly. "Who the Hell are you?" he asked in a British accent.

"D.X. Machina," I said, improvising. "And you?"

"Anonymous," he said. "You're the chap from the bar, aren't you?"

He'd made me. Quickly, I weighed my options. I looked at the man, and suddenly, I morphed my face back to my face. (I did the same to my I.D.) "Actually, my name's Jake Theissen. I don't know who it is you're following, but the woman she was with tonight is very dangerous. She held me captive for months."

Anonymous rocked back on his heels, and his eyes widened. "You are familiar with GTS then?"

"I've got a document," I said, pulling out the yellowed parchment. "This is where the woman your subject met with got her knowledge."

Anon looked up in surprise. "Bloody Hell," he whispered as he studied the document. Then, he looked up at me. "Well, come on. It looks like we have some things to discuss."

I don't know why, but I knew right away that Anon was a friend. Just instinct, I guess. Together, we went up to his room at the hotel, and we sat down and shared intelligence--him, about Veronica and the League, me about Liz and The Coed.

He wasn't thrilled with my news.

"Two days," he said, grimly. "Doesn't leave much time. I'll call in the cavalry, but if your Coed is as strong as you say, I don't know if we can get enough agents in place to stop her."

"She's not evil. What she's become is evil, but she's a good person. If only I could talk to her, reason with her...."

"Sorry, Jake. This is a powerful scroll with powerful effects. It's fortunate you found me now, before you began to suffer from its effects. I should be able to teach you more of GTS before Monday, a more pure form of it that doesn't carry the same kind of mental damage this does."

"I don't follow," I said.

"We've had the opportunity over the years to learn from our mistakes. To use GTS without having it corrupt us. They're not major differences, but they keep you from losing yourself in the power. And that makes all the difference."

My heart leapt just a bit; maybe, I thought, if I could get this information to Liz, she could be saved. I hoped so.

And so I began training with Anon. Refining my skills. Learning new spells. We worked through the night, and by morning, I was woefully inadequate--but thankfully, too inexperienced to know. I was strong enough for the moment, that was all I could ask.

We slept in. When we woke up, it was two in the afternoon. We had less than twenty-four hours before Liz would stike.

* * *

The Dells were behind them, now, and the van drove by Cascade Mountain, where skiiers still were gliding downhill in the last gasp of winter. Jake could feel Madison in his gut. It was closing quickly. Something was happening. He knew it.

He prayed it wasn't what he thought it was.