The Stand: Origins 7
“OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Deana moaned, lying on the floor where she stumbled to and collapsed while being rocked by the long orgasm she started experiencing when her cold inert plastic body transitioned back into warm flesh and blood.
Vivian just stood there watching her with an ear to ear smile on her face.
Ten minutes passed before Deana was able to say anything coherent, “Oh. My. God! That was the most intense experience I've ever had!”
“Hmm, hmmm”, was Vivian's reply.
“Every little sensation caused the pleasure to build. At first it wasn't very strong but it quickly built up,” Deana paused for a few seconds to continue to catch her breath, “My hair brushing against my neck in the breeze caused when people would come in and out of the store. The movement of the clothes I was wearing when someone was taking a closer look at them or when my clothes were changed.”
Deana went quiet for a couple of minutes then continued, “I stopped noticing what was going on in my field of vision after awhile. All I could concentrate on was the pleasure. I tried to control it at first and I succeeded for brief while. The pleasure kept building and getting stronger and stronger while my willpower crumbled. I have no idea how long I lasted before it shattered my defenses! Anytime I tried to form an idea or tried to concentrate the pleasure would shatter the thought and crash over me! I... I tried to run from it. Like, literally run but I was completely helpless! I could do nothing but stand there in the pose you left me in and stare out the window!”
She paused again to collect her thoughts. Her breathing finally slowing down a little, “I gave up. I quit trying to fight or run from it. I couldn't do anything else. It was too strong. I was aware of only the pleasure. Time slowed to a crawl. It was torture. It was bliss. It was... it was indescribable... Now that you've released me it feels like an eternity since I was last human.”
She paused, eyes narrowing with as she turned her head to peer up at Vivian suspiciously, “It WAS only 30 days right!?” She asked Vivian in an accusatory tone.
“Hahahaha! Yes Deana, it was only 30 days. I followed our agreement to the letter.” She replied after she laughed at the accusation, “Have you recovered enough to stand up?” Vivian asked.
“Ugh, I think so.” Deana replied laying her head back down. She laid there for a couple of moments with her eyes closed when her head snapped up with a mixed look of horror and fascination etched across her features. She looked up at Vivian and asked, “Your husband has been a mannequin for 4 months now?? Has he been experiencing the same things??”
Vivian shifted her gaze to the mannequin a couple of feet away from them and with the same huge smile on her face, then looked back down at Deana and replied, “Yep!”