does it make you feel? Seeing a
woman victimised like this. Seeing a woman abused like this. The
feeling, not what you’re thinking, what are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling like I
want to go down there and get electrocuted too. I feel like I want
to be the next star of the show.”
Brian kept his eyes on
Deborah, almost too scared of what he might do if he allowed the
Veraceo signal to affect him any further. That was when he realised
Deborah’s breasts were enlarging. Every time she breathed in her
breasts rose, but when she breathed out they stayed the same size.
Her breasts were getting bigger and bigger with each inhalation. He
raised his hand to block the screen entirely and looked away.
“What is it?” Deborah
asked.
“Look away from the
screen and tell me what happens.”
“I don’t want to look
away. I really want to keep watching.”
“I know, but just, hold
off for a few seconds and see if you notice anything.”
Deborah mimicked
Brian’s stance with one hand blocking the screen. “Oh, Jesus… What
in hell’s name… everything’s moving. Jesus, I’m tripping like I’m
on acid… oh, Jesus fuck a baby into me, this is the coolest thing
ever.”
With an almost
superhuman amount of willpower, Brian climbed out of the chair and
switched off the Veraceo-Two signal generator. The room was
swirling, the doorframe was bending, the carpet rolling like waves.
Buttons on the editing console seemed to protrude on stalks then
return to their position only for the next button to flex out into
the air.
“I think we need to get
to a hospital,” Brian said. “We need to know what’s happening and
monitor how long it lasts.”
On the monitor screen,
a woman was crying and shrieking as two men in rubber suits sprayed
her with water and administered electric shocks to her naked, tied
up, body. Her tears by this point were real. They may have been
real for some time.
----- X -----
Brian and Deborah were
driven to a private clinic. Deborah was entirely comfortable with
the hallucinations. She was happy and talkative. Brian felt happy
but knew it was down to the Veraceo. Logically he felt he should be
frightened that the hidden TV signal had triggered such powerful
hallucinations, but at the same time he was content to allow his
heart to rule the day and enjoy the experience. He mused whether
there would be a downside to this. Would it leave him with a
hangover? He would cross that bridge when he came to it. In the
meantime, he would try and ride it out enjoyably.
“What is it you would
like us to do?” the doctor asked him.
“I’m hallucinating, as
is the lady who arrived with me. The hallucinations were triggered
by an experiment using a form of cathode-ray radiation. It’s
non-ionising and perfectly safe, but I would like you to take blood
samples for analysis to see if there is any change in hormone
levels. I would like you to monitor our breathing, heartbeat and
blood pressure to ensure that we are in good physiological
health.”
“If you’re
hallucinating, we could draw a little fluid from the spine,” the
doctor offered. “We could sample your neurochemistry. The brain
lives in a finely balanced chemical soup, so it would be useful to
take a sample now, then another when you’re at steady-state. You
could compare cortisol, CRF, serotonin and the like to see what the
neurochemical changes are.”
“That would be good,”
Brian agreed.
“OK. That’s a little
uncomfortable and best under a local anaesthetic. If you want to
slip into this gown, I’ll get prepared.”
Brian undressed
completely and fastened the gown around his neck. The room still
swirled as he looked around and he found himself amused as his
socks appeared to be talking to one another like cartoon worms.
When the doctor returned he had with him a pretty nurse with blonde
hair pulled to a short ponytail and dressed in green scrubs. In his
mind he immediately imagined her ripped out of her clothes and
strung
woman victimised like this. Seeing a woman abused like this. The
feeling, not what you’re thinking, what are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling like I
want to go down there and get electrocuted too. I feel like I want
to be the next star of the show.”
Brian kept his eyes on
Deborah, almost too scared of what he might do if he allowed the
Veraceo signal to affect him any further. That was when he realised
Deborah’s breasts were enlarging. Every time she breathed in her
breasts rose, but when she breathed out they stayed the same size.
Her breasts were getting bigger and bigger with each inhalation. He
raised his hand to block the screen entirely and looked away.
“What is it?” Deborah
asked.
“Look away from the
screen and tell me what happens.”
“I don’t want to look
away. I really want to keep watching.”
“I know, but just, hold
off for a few seconds and see if you notice anything.”
Deborah mimicked
Brian’s stance with one hand blocking the screen. “Oh, Jesus… What
in hell’s name… everything’s moving. Jesus, I’m tripping like I’m
on acid… oh, Jesus fuck a baby into me, this is the coolest thing
ever.”
With an almost
superhuman amount of willpower, Brian climbed out of the chair and
switched off the Veraceo-Two signal generator. The room was
swirling, the doorframe was bending, the carpet rolling like waves.
Buttons on the editing console seemed to protrude on stalks then
return to their position only for the next button to flex out into
the air.
“I think we need to get
to a hospital,” Brian said. “We need to know what’s happening and
monitor how long it lasts.”
On the monitor screen,
a woman was crying and shrieking as two men in rubber suits sprayed
her with water and administered electric shocks to her naked, tied
up, body. Her tears by this point were real. They may have been
real for some time.
----- X -----
Brian and Deborah were
driven to a private clinic. Deborah was entirely comfortable with
the hallucinations. She was happy and talkative. Brian felt happy
but knew it was down to the Veraceo. Logically he felt he should be
frightened that the hidden TV signal had triggered such powerful
hallucinations, but at the same time he was content to allow his
heart to rule the day and enjoy the experience. He mused whether
there would be a downside to this. Would it leave him with a
hangover? He would cross that bridge when he came to it. In the
meantime, he would try and ride it out enjoyably.
“What is it you would
like us to do?” the doctor asked him.
“I’m hallucinating, as
is the lady who arrived with me. The hallucinations were triggered
by an experiment using a form of cathode-ray radiation. It’s
non-ionising and perfectly safe, but I would like you to take blood
samples for analysis to see if there is any change in hormone
levels. I would like you to monitor our breathing, heartbeat and
blood pressure to ensure that we are in good physiological
health.”
“If you’re
hallucinating, we could draw a little fluid from the spine,” the
doctor offered. “We could sample your neurochemistry. The brain
lives in a finely balanced chemical soup, so it would be useful to
take a sample now, then another when you’re at steady-state. You
could compare cortisol, CRF, serotonin and the like to see what the
neurochemical changes are.”
“That would be good,”
Brian agreed.
“OK. That’s a little
uncomfortable and best under a local anaesthetic. If you want to
slip into this gown, I’ll get prepared.”
Brian undressed
completely and fastened the gown around his neck. The room still
swirled as he looked around and he found himself amused as his
socks appeared to be talking to one another like cartoon worms.
When the doctor returned he had with him a pretty nurse with blonde
hair pulled to a short ponytail and dressed in green scrubs. In his
mind he immediately imagined her ripped out of her clothes and
strung
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