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Archive-name: Changes/dominion.txt

Archive-author: chronicled by Mike Shoemaker

Archive-title: Dominion

     Urinalysis had never been of much interest to Dr. John

Keller, and his drooping eyelids told him that he hadn't changed.

     Most of his colleagues at the American Research Conference

seemed to concur; apathy hung over the two hundred and twelve

doctors and scientists present in the auditorium like a damp

blanket.  He shifted to find comfort as Franz Goebels vividly

detailed relating pH balances to diet and kidney function, using

projected charts and graphics to drive home his various points.

Of all the speakers to lead off the conference, Keller wondered

why the ARC had chosen so uninvolving a presentation.  It was

hard enough for him to endure the thought of the parade of

stuffed shirts and drab personalities that would inevitably

appear, but his late night of beer and spades with a development

group from Palo Alto had left him wishing he'd stayed under

covers at the Ramada until after lunch.

     Goebels began tracing a diagram of the urethral tract with a

telescoping pointer, prompting Keller to rub his face and yawn.

Slumping lower and crossing his arms, he decided that the moment

was right to close his eyes for a second.  Just for a second....

     "Dr. Keller?"

     Keller's eyes blinked open, to find the auditorium quiet and

mostly empty.  Stiffness had set in in his legs and lower back,

and a curtain of fatigue lay over his body.  That he'd fallen

asleep was not surprising to him; that he'd fallen asleep for

hours was another matter.  He hadn't intended to ignore all the

speakers, especially the lecturer from Loyola Marymount; Keller

was interested in toxic bacteria, and he hoped that the man had

had to postpone his presentation.

     He looked to his right, where the voice had come from.  Two

women in corporate-issue skirts and business jackets stood there,

smiling.  The closest one, a slender blonde with thick hair and

green eyes, was holding herself by the arms.  A dark-featured

hispanic woman stood behind her, a little to her right; she was

well over six feet tall, and broad across the shoulders.  He

decided that if they'd been giving the speeches, he'd have been

awake the whole time.

     "Dr. Keller," repeated the blonde, "I'm sorry to wake you,

but I need a moment of your time."

     He inhaled and pulled straight in his seat; his watch read

"12:11".  "Jesus," he moaned.  "Don't be sorry.  I never should

have dropped off like that."

     "That's okay," she said.  "You look like you had a rough


     He stood, his stiff legs sending a protest to his still-

groggy brain.  "Well, I guess that's my fault, too.  Don't guess

there's much to be done about it now."

     "My name is Rebecca Lane, and this is my associate, Lisa

Santiago."  He shook hands with them; Lisa's grip was almost

painful.  "I'm currently working on a project that would benefit

from your expertise.  I'd like to talk with you about it over


     He shrugged.  "Well, sure.  I'm a little shy on funds right

now, but I can manage Mickey D's or--"

     She shook her head.  "I'm not much into Happy Meals, Dr.

Keller.  I've made reservations at Spago's--and I'm footing the


     He decided that his good karma had reached unprecedented

levels.  "Your wheels or mine?"

     "Muscle enhancement through recombinant DNA application?"

Keller stabbed his Chicken Kiev with his fork, and swallowed a

bite.  Spago's was bustling with noise and movement, as the

waiters rushed to serve the lawyers, doctors, and upwardly-mobile

professionals who could afford to look at the menu.

"Interesting, but I think there's a group at Johns Hopkins that's

trying something similar.  Have you asked them for help?"

     Rebecca waved her hand in seeming indifference, and returned

to dicing up her chef's salad.  "They're on a different tangent.

I moved past their theories months ago."

     "I see."  Nearby, a waiter collided with a busboy, sending a

tray of water glasses and silverware crashing onto a table of

businessmen.  The men were not amused.  "Well, to be perfectly

blunt, what can I do for you?  I deal with viruses, and that

doesn't seem related to your plans."

     "Not true."  She washed down a helping of lettuce and cheese

with Evian, then continued.  "I've gone as far as I can with my

testing, Dr. Keller, and I now know I can significantly enhance

the muscle quality of my subjects through subtle DNA

resequencing.  My problem is delivering the payload."

     He looked at her blankly, still uncertain about her

intentions.  "Oh," he said finally, his eyes flashing open.  "You

want to piggyback your DNA sequence on a tailored virus!  That's


     She smiled self-conciously.  "I appreciate you saying so.

But if I were so brilliant, I'd have developed the carrier


     "Nonsense.  Viral transfer is tricky and involved stuff.

You've got your hands full with your own work."  He nodded.  "I

think I can help you.  I've got some theories I've been wanting

to try, and this is a very practical application."

     "Yes!"  Rebecca was leaning closer now, bursting with

enthusiasm.  "If we can make this work, we'll be contributing

something of extraordinary magnitude to the world!  Muscular

dystrophy will be a thing of the past, and--"

     "And we'll be jointly accepting the Nobel Prize."  He

winked.  Looking to Lisa, he said, "You've been pretty quiet.

What's your angle on this?"

     Santiago shrugged, and looked at Rebecca.  "I'm just her

girl Friday, Doctor Keller.  I move boxes, set up equipment--the

things she shouldn't be bothered with."  Keller noted a trace of

an accent in her voice, which he guessed to be Cuban or Puerto


     "She's much more than a strong back," said Rebecca, stroking

Lisa's hand.  "She's an anchor.  I couldn't have gotten this far

without her."  Keller noticed Lisa's hopeful expression, her eyes

searching for--and finding--Rebecca's approbation.

     "Yes, well...when do we start?"

     "Anytime.  Although I'm sure you'll be preoccupied with the

conference for--"

     "To hell with the conference.  I want to be in your lab

today.  I'll wire the university and let them know what I'm up to

here, and I'm sure they'll approve enough funding to set me up

for a while."

     "Excellent."  Rebecca grinned and raised her glass.  "A

toast then.  To the next wave in bioresearch."

     "Here, here."

     Lane's facility was housed in the basement of Venus Inc., a

budding medical technology firm, which itself was a subsidiary of

the Amatech conglomerate.  At first glance, the two-story

building had been fairly unimpressive to Keller, but he found the

underground lab to be a pardigm of cutting-edge equipment, all of

it new or little-used.  He remembered hearing vague rumors of

Amatech being owned by a partnership of incredibly wealthy women,

but had never thought to look into it.

     Keller buzzed around the lab in adolescent glee, handling

and adjusting the complex machinery.  Rebecca stood watching with

an amused smile.  "How do you like it?"

     "Like it?"  He shook his head, and gestured feebly at the

devices.  "I love it.  I'm like a kid in a candy store.  Amatech

must be putting some serious money into your project."

     "They believe in me.  I hope you will, too."

     They began with a thorough review of her notes and theories,

all of which struck Keller as perfectly plausible.  He realized

that designing a viral agent to locate and modify the DNA

structure of muscle cells would be much easier than he'd first

imagined, and might be a quickly attainable goal.  Keller then

set to work, using the available resources to create several

strains and interbreed them accordingly.  Rebecca was by his side

the entire time, lending thoughtful advice and suggestions, and

encouraging him when the task became daunting.  With her

brilliance, easy wit, enthusiasm, and enigmatic beauty, Keller

found himself admiring Rebecca more and more--an admiration that

moved beyond simple professional respect.

     Lisa had been a constant factor through the experiments,

always there to retrieve what was needed, prepare machinery, and

perform the sometimes exhausting chores they required.  He was

always surprised by her brute strength, as she hefted crates and

machinery with what seemed superhuman power.  While Rebecca's

delicate beauty appealed to his civilized virtues, Lisa charged

his libido on a basic, untamed level.  The latin woman was lean

and strong, apparent even when wearing her long white lab smock,

and her power hinted at an animalistic sexuality lurking just

below the surface.  The moments when she would press against him

while delivering equipment, or when she would leave her hand on

his arm while chatting left him hoping she shared the attraction.

     This was further compounded by his suspicion that Rebecca

and Lisa were lovers.  He would overhear them speaking in

whispered tones about intimate encounters when they felt he was

beyond earshot, and catch glimpses of them holding one another

and kissing when he would turn to complete an experiment.

Strange as the scenario was, he hoped to insinuate himself into

their midst.

     The viral agent they sought developed two months after

Keller's arrival.  Dubbed KL-1 (for Keller/Lane), the

biomechanism had successfully reacted with the tissues in the

rats and mice they'd infected, resulting in superior physical

specimens.  Shortly thereafter, they developed a strain with an

air vector, for use in inhalation therapy.  The experiments were

a smashing success, and the euphoria was evident in all of them.

After a celebratory trip to Spago's, they returned to the firm

and planned to meet the next day to organize their notes.  With

visions of every major scientific award parading through his

mind, Keller retired to his quarters.

     He entered the lab the next morning at nine o'clock sharp,

whistling and stepping lightly, to find Rebecca and Lisa,

securing a test tube of the virus.  They were whispering and


     "Ladies," he said, "This is wonderful time to alter the

course of history.  Shall we get started?"

     "I'm afraid we're one step ahead of you," said Rebecca.

     He slid onto a stool facing them.  "Come again?"

     "Well," she said, holding a test tube between her thumb and

index finger, "Lisa and I didn't go to bed last night.  We had

other plans."

     "What...other plans?"  Keller was beginning to shift on thestool.

     "Our true plans," she said.  "You see, there are a few

things you may not have known from the outset that you'd have

considered a bit suspicious."

     "Such as?"

     "Well, for one, the effects on our male test subjects were

temporary," she said.  "I fashioned my DNA sequence to

permanently affect only targets with an XX chromosomal pattern."

     "Only for females?  Why?"

     "I'm getting to that.  We also did some playing around last

night, and combined our latest viral carrier with an agent that

reproduces at a substantially higher rate.  In fact, once exposed

to air, the virus will spread over several cubic miles in the

space of a few minutes.   On this exponential scale, the

atmosphere will become saturated in a matter of hours."

     He slid off the stool, to stand facing her; Lisa stepped

half between them, arms crossed, sharing Rebecca's knowing smile.

"I'm still a little confused.  What good is our discovery if it's

limited to one sex?  We have to share this--"

     "'Share'?  Just as men have shared millenia of injustice and

inequity on women, simply for being the 'weaker sex'?  I don't

think so."  She caressed the side of the tube, and said, "No, as

you said, it's a wonderful time to alter the course of history.

Only we won't just be changing history, we'll be righting it."

     He smiled, trying to convince himself that she was joking,

but a sick feeling told him that she wasn't.  The cutting-edge

equipment, unlimited resources, and ideal facilities had been too

perfect.  The realization dawned that he'd been a tool in a

broader scheme, a pawn controlled by a shadowy cartel with a

malign agenda.  "You're serious," he said, face somber.  "You're

going to let your prejudices stand in the way of a tremendous

humanitarian accomplishment.  Please don't--"

     "Save the speeches, John," she said.  "This is going to

happen.  And I want you here to witness it."

     He took a step forward, then halted as Lisa uncurled her

arms and dropped her smock.  She wore a tight black bodysuit,

sleeveless, cut low to expose her ample cleavage.  He considered

pushing past her--after all, he was a man--but her physique gave

him pause.  "Just put the tube away, Rebecca," he said, looking

past Lisa.  "We--we don't know what the results will be on a

human target--"

     "Of course we do," she said, and stroked Lisa's smooth, hard

shoulder.  "I administered the DNA therapy to Miss Santiago long

ago, well before I approached you.  It was a complete success.  I

only needed your aid in fashioning a vehicle for mass delivery."

     "You're lying," he offered halfheartedly.  "She's strong,


     Lisa lunged and took him by the collar; in a quick motion,

she held him under his chest and crotch and pushed him high above

her head.  Her arms were locked out, and she showed no visible

strain whatsoever.  Lisa grinned up at him and asked, "Is this

proof enough for you?"

     He squirmed in her grasp, his mind buzzing with disbelief.

"P--put me down!  Please!"

     She shrugged, then lowered him back to his feet, a hand

still closed on his collar.  "I won't let you do this!  I won't

go along--"

     "Please, try something, Doctor," purred Lisa, sliding a hand

down the front of his shirt.  "I've been so looking forward

to...subduing you."

     "Get out of my way--"  He moved to push past her, but Lisa

curled a steely arm around his neck and kneeled; this pulled him

to his rear, and she shoved him flat.  She slid to sit astride

his abdomen, pinning his wrists to the floor.

     "Gotcha," she said to the struggling man.

     "Rebecca," he said.  "Rebecca, come on, you're a brilliant

doctor, don't tarnish your reputation by--"

     "Lisa," said Rebecca.  "I think John's a little excited by

all this.  Wear him down a bit."

     Lisa released his wrists, and dropped beside him; he rolled

to rise, and felt her python-like legs wrap around his chest from

behind him.  He gasped as she squeezed, crushing the air from his

lungs.  His fingers pried at her legs and crossed ankles, but it

was like trying to unbend iron.  Her grip was secure.  She held

him in this way for a time, bringing him on the verge of blacking

out, before forcing him to his back once more and shifting to sit

over his neck and chest, his chin pressed against her pelvis.

She clamped her folded legs against the sides of his head, and

pinned his arms.

     "I'm really enjoying this," said Lisa, undulating her thigh

muscles against him.  "It's been hard keeping my hands to myself

for three months.  But it was worth it."

     "G-get off me," he croaked.

     She shook her head.  "I'd rather get on you."  At this, she

raised, then seated herself over his face, just under his nose.

She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled up, gyrating

against his tightly-smothered mouth and cheeks as he kicked and

thrashed beneath her.

     "You should see by now how futile your efforts are," said

Rebecca, crossing her legs.  "You're at our mercy.  But, please,

keep fighting.  I so enjoy the sight of a man being dominated."

     Some minutes passed, and Lisa noted his struggles weakening.

She lifted up, keeping him pulled between her legs, then rolled

to her side.  "Now for the coupe de grace," she said, and clamped

him into powerful headscissors.  Her ankles locked together, and

he jerked and fought to escape the pain.  "I've always wondered

how having you in this position would feel.  Trust me, it's


     After what seemed an eternity, Keller's vision clouded with

pulsing lights, then went black.

     He awoke seated on the floor, with Lisa behind him, her legs

encircling his waist and arms.  She was leaning back, resting on

her elbows.  "Good to have you with us," said Rebecca.

     Keller tried to speak, but was too groggy.  "Don't worry,"

said Lisa, raising and wrapping her arms around him.  "You're

just fine.  Trust me, I know how to do more than squeeze you

out."  She licked and nibbled his earlobe, and said, "And you're

just too damned cute to injure permanently."

     "It's time," said Rebecca.  "Pay close attention, John.  You

helped make this possible."  She held the bottle by the lip and

cork, savoring his panicked expression, then let go.  It exploded

into fragments against the linoleum.

     It took only seconds for Rebecca to feel the effects:  she

staggered, and slumped back against the counter, holding her palm

to her forehead.  Tingling energy raced through her body as the

viral agents took hold, re-shaping her basic genetic sequence at

incredible speed.  She felt her smock tightening against her

shoulders, her blouse and skirt straining against her growing

body.  Muscle and sinew ballooned and tightened, and her breasts

swelled and broke the clasp between the cups of her bra.  She

moaned as the metamorphosis continued, hardening and increasing

her muscularity, making her taller, more powerful.  She tore the

ruined smock and blouse away; her skirt broke free and dropped to

the ground.

     The transformation lasted only moments more, then was

complete:  Rebecca stood before them, a fair-skinned, statuesque

fusion of muscularity and feminity.  All that remained of her

apparel were white thong panties, matching garter, and seamed

hose.  She kicked away her torn pumps, then ran her hands along

her chiseled physique, over her full, raised breasts, and into

her hair.  "Yes," she said, relishing in the arousal her

transformation had triggered.  "Yes, this is...perfect.  This is

the dawn of a new world."

     She took Keller by the front of his shirt; Lisa released

him, and Rebecca jerked him into her arms.  She ripped his shirt

away in a smooth, effortless motion, and dropped the tatters to

the floor.  She gave him a passionate kiss, her tongue dancing

with his, melting his apprehensions, one hand sliding into his

hair and pushing him to her.

     "Come," she said, as Lisa pressed against him from the rear,

sandwiching him.  "Join us in our moment of glory.  We'll make

love as it's always been meant to be."  She brought her lips

close for anther kiss, and whispered, "Rejoice in our dominion."

                      THE BEGINNING

(The events and characters depicted in this story are copyright

1993 Mike Shoemaker, all rights reserved)



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