Evolution Unlocked

"Can I ask you a fairly personal question Rebecca?" Sam asked.

Rebecca smiled, before responding, "Well that would entirely depend on how personal Sam?"

"Ok, let me just ask, and you can answer if you want to. I won't hold it against you if you don't though. So, my question is quite simple really. Have you ever asked yourself the question, why am I always attracted to bastards?"

"Of course I have Sam, I am a woman after all, how many women haven't asked that question, might be a more relevant question."

"Indeed, but that does address the question does it."

"No it doesn't, truthfully, I don't know. I suspect it's the danger that attracts me. Maybe I think I'm going to tame them or something."

"What would taming them look like?"

"I guess having that strength, but tempered with love and consideration, something like that." She said thoughtfully.

"Ironically, you've kind of just confirmed my theory, Mistaken identity." Sam stated simply. Rebecca looked confused.

"Women mistake bastards for dominant males, because there are similarities. The problem is, that bastards won't ever be dominant males, because of their motivations. Bastards try to dominate people for selfish reasons. True dominants do it for altruistic reasons."

"Go on then, now you've got me intrigued."

"Take Jack for example. Would it be fair to say he kept pushing you to do things, not because it was for your benefit, but because it was for his benefit, He pushed you to do what he wanted, but never considered what you want or need?"

"I guess so, it certainly felt like it." She said wistfully.

"Now what he wants has changed and you cannot give him that, he's dropped you and run off with a younger woman, who he thinks can give him what he wants."

"Well it certainly feels that way."

"An actual dominant, would have made certain they knew what you both wanted and needed from the relationship and would have tried to ensure that you got those things, whilst he also got what he needed and wanted. It would have been about balance."

Rebecca looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "You've thought about this a lot haven't you." She said quietly.

"It always used to piss me off that the bastards would get the girls that I was interested in and yet I couldn't. An old friend asked me for help trying to understand her control freak husband and I stumbled across stuff about the psychology of dominance and submission. Studying that, made me realise some pretty major things."

"Like what?"

"That I was a dominant, and women were attracted to that. But that I had a problem, because as soon as I thought 'I like her'. I subconsciously started supressing the dominant side of me. I had been conditioned to believe that women wanted a 'nice guy'. When what they actually wanted was the real me. So I always ended up confusing them and driving them away.

I also realised that being dominant and desiring a woman to be submissive to me is not a bad thing.... I could go on, but I don't think I want to bore you to death." He said with a smile at the last part.

"I don't think I would call you boring Sam." Rebecca said with a small demure smile. "But I should probably get home and start trying to piece my life back together."

Sam walked her to the door and opened it. Rebecca turned back to him.

"Thank you Sam," she said. "I can't begin to tell you how much you've helped me this evening. I'm not entirely sure how, but somehow despite what happened today, I think that has been one of the nicest times I've had in a very long time." She raised herself on her toes and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"If you need anything, or just want to talk, you know where I am Rebecca." Sam said with a smile.

"Thank you again Sam, you've been wonderful and I may well take you up on that offer." She said with a small smile.

Closing the door, Sam couldn't help but think about how good it felt to hold her, the smell of her hair, how petite and feminine she was, how she responded to him even with the shit she was going through. He definitely wanted to know more.

Checking the time, he concluded that given what the nanites would be doing tonight, he should probably go to bed, although the feelings in his groin definitely needed some relief. Thoughts of Rebecca rolled through his mind as he relieved the stress that had built up, but the strength of the orgasm that came when he thought about holding her tightly to him and taking her surprised him. After cleaning up the mess he fell into a comfortable sleep.

The sun was trying to peak through the curtains when Sam started to awaken, he vaguely remembered having some rather lovely dreams featuring Rebecca as he started to stretch out his arms and legs becoming aware that this didn't result in any aches in any of the muscles of joints. A thought opened the menu in his optics and a quick glance showed that all the work done by the nanites had been 100% successful with no issues. He became aware that the first time in many years he had morning wood and threw back the covers and stood up. Walking to the bathroom to have a pee, it was only when he grasped his cock to pee that he remembered the upgrades that had been scheduled as part of the diagnostics. His cock felt different and significantly larger in his hands and glancing down, whilst trying to will the hardon away it became apparent that although he had always been fairly large in that department (circa 8 inches) an extra inch in length and increased girth made a big difference.

His cock was now much harder than it had been for many a year, jutting proudly upwards and as he pushed it down, it's length and girth was now truly impressive. He also noted how he now had a true six pack, the definition in his muscles was superb. After finally coaxing it down and unloading a large volume of pee. He switched the shower on and glanced in the mirror. Shit he thought as he examined the new him showing in the mirror. He wasn't massive, but he could definitely see the increased muscle mass, but it was the definition of the muscles, the way they rippled beneath his skin that took his breath away and that was before he looked himself in the eye.

For the first time in over 15 years, he had a full head of hair, there was no grey and his eyes were glinting in a way he had almost forgotten. He also suddenly became aware of how clear his vision was and how easily he was achieving pin sharp focus no matter how close he got to the mirror. The thought that Rebecca would struggle to recognise him with the hair popped in his head and how the fuck would be explain his sudden growth of hair overnight. Mulling it over as he showered and dressed, he came to the conclusion that a cap would hide it sufficiently, but that he would have to tell Rebecca something as she was bound to notice sooner or later if she saw him.

Walking down the stairs he suddenly became aware of how good it felt, no pain in any joints and it felt so much easier somehow than yesterday and he realised just how much age had previously robbed from him, although as he thought about it, he realised just how much better he felt with zero pain from his neck. He hadn't realised how much that had been affecting him. Hell he didn't even really feel the need for coffee and it was only out of habit that he made one and grabbed a granola bar as a bite to eat.

Grabbing a cap of the peg, he headed down to the workshop and started going over the results from last nights work, updating his notes. Mulling things over, he realised that Rebecca could be a complication, he hadn't anticipated anyone potentially seeing him change rapidly and has assumed that he would just put it down to a lifestyle change. But if she saw him again at any point in the next few weeks, he would not be able to explain it.

He also realised that he definitely wanted to see more of her, especially now given her change in circumstances, he'd always though her beautiful, but last night had clearly demonstrated it was a lot more than skin deep and an urge he had not felt in a long time was definitely there for her.

Hmm, he thought bringing up the menu and searching for what he wanted. Pheromones, that would definitely potentially help any interactions and not just with Rebecca. He knew he had programmed the knowledge into the system, but he was surprised when the system offered him options. Clearly the nanites were using knowledge they themselves gained to widen parameters. He'd made them adaptive in the hope that they would do this kind of thing, but to see it happen and to see the options available so quickly was something of a surprise. He decided to select 'social easing' as the primary purpose of his social pheromones and set it to 50%.

He read the description of the sexual ones "Sexual pheromones, increase recipients receptivity to advance and increase their arousal level during sexual activities. High levels of pheromones can trigger spontaneous orgasms in recipients and create higher bonding levels during sexual activity."

He selected a mild 20% setting for sweat generated ones and a higher 50% of pre-ejaculate and ejaculate options, confirming a 100% heterosexual setting. Once this was confirmed, it provided the list of additional food intake required to allow the upgrade to occur and Sam was pleasantly surprised that this as actually very small and he would easily be able to eat the required items within the next few hours. Noting down the requirements, he hit accept and went upstairs to collect the required food items.

A few hours and after consuming the required items, the system popped up a confirmation that the upgrade was complete, but also popped up another suggestion window.

In the interest of upgrade efficiency, it is recommended that you upgrade gastrointestinal systems first.

Sam went to that sub menu and looked at the options available. One was efficiency, currently he was apparently operating at circa 42% efficiency in nutrient extraction, the other was abnormal digestive processing. Wondering what that was about he delved into it and discovered that if selected he would be able to digest various substances that his guts would not normally be able to do, such as metals in raw form. Clearly the human body did require trace amounts of a variety of metals and such, but the system was not giving any indication of why being able to digest raw metals i.e much larger quantities might be needed or useful. He added this to his list of things to look into and research in more detail. Before selecting the efficiency upgrade option and setting it to maximum. He noted the required additional nutrients and made sure they were incorporated into his diet for lunch and the afternoon.

When the doorbell rang later in the day, Sam glanced at his watch and realised it was 5pm. Grabbing his cap he went upstairs and opened the door to find Rebecca standing there looking a lot happier than she had done the previous day. Her hair was perfect, she was wearing a modest, but perfectly done amount of makeup and he couldn't help but notice that although she was wearing one of her customary skirts and blouses, her legs were bare except for the stiletto's she wore and the top buttons on her blouse were undone, showing more cleavage than he remembered her showing previously.

"Hi Sam, I just wanted to pop over and firstly say thank you again for last night. I cannot even begin to say how much difference you made. I actually slept reasonably well, which was a shock."

Sam saw that as she got towards the end of the sentence, her breathing had quickened slightly and he would have sworn her skin had gotten slightly flushed and her pupils were definitely more dilated.

"Are you free this evening? I wanted to offer you dinner as a thank you," she said, the flush in her skin increasing a little more.

"I'd love to Rebecca," Sam said before he'd even realised he was speaking.

"Ok, Brilliant," she said with a shy smile. "See you at 7pm?"

"I look forward to it." Sam smiled.

As he closed the door, Sam suddenly thought. Was this a date? She had definitely put some effort into her appearance before she came, that was a surprise, given that her split with Jack had only been yesterday, he would definitely need to try and fish out a little more info about their relationship prior to yesterday and how long it had been on the rocks. He really didn't want to be some kind of rebound; he wanted a lot more than that.

Sam arrived at Rebecca's door at 6.59pm, he had showered again and was wearing a pair of now tight fitting jeans, with a tailored Italian cotton shirt and carrying a nice bottle of Merlot. He has specifically forgone aftershave, he rather wanted to see what the effect of the pheromones was and didn't want anything confusing the issue.

Any doubts about whether this was a date or not, evaporated the second she opened the door, she was stunning. Her hair had was perfectly coifed,, she had a little more make up that earlier, but still it was perfectly done and merely accentuated her natural beauty, but it was the little black dress, clinging to every one of her truly exceptional, but petite curves than told him the most. She was clearly braless underneath the clearly expensive dress, her feet were adorned with some seriously strappy 4 inch stilletto's and her neck was adorned with a tight fitting necklace that was far more reminiscent of a collar than a necklace.

Sam felt his cock stirring at the thoughts this sparked within him, but it was the way her bright blue eyes sparkled as they looked at him, and the slight flush across her neck and upper chest that told him she viewed this as a date.

"Wow, you look spectacular." He said not trying to hide his appreciation for her.

"Thanks, you look pretty good yourself." She said demurely. "come in, we'd better get that bottle opened and breathing I think."

Sam walked through the door, feeling slightly self conscious about the cap on his head, waiting for Rebecca to close the door, he followed her trying not to focus too much on the pertness of her bottom jiggling underneath the dress. One thing he knew for certain is that she might be in her mid 40's, but she was a seriously gorgeous looking woman, what the hell had she looked like in her 20's?

Sam offered to help in the kitchen, but she refused and he simply watched as she fluttered around the kitchen like a beautiful butterfly. Occasionally giving him a small smile, he couldn't help, but start to think about how much he wanted to hold her in his arms and show her what a real man could do to a beautiful woman.

"What's with the cap Sam?." She asked whilst he was lost in thought.

"Ah, you noticed?" he laughed. "Kind of hard to explain really."

"Try me." She said gently.

"It relates to my work, can you promise me anything I say will remain between the two of us?"

"Of course Sam." She said, but suddenly she clearly had a thought. "Do you have any cash on you?"

Sam rummaged in his pockets and pulled out a £5 note and held it up.

"Wait there." Rebecca said and walked out of the room, coming back a minute or so later with a piece of paper, pen and stapler.

She busied herself writing something down. "Give me the £5 Sam." He handed it over and she then gave him the piece of paper and he read it.

I Rebecca Ashcroft, hereby confirm receipt of £5 in retainer of my services to consult Samuel Northrop regarding his business activities.

"Now your covered by client privilege, so I cannot legally say anything to anyone about anything you might tell me relating to your work."

Sam, was impressed, not just with the speed with which she had thought of this option, but with the sincerity behind the action.

"Is dinner nearly ready?" he asked as he poured a couple of glasses of wine.

"In about ten minutes, I don't need to do anything till then." She replied.

Sam leaned against the wall holding his glass. "Well I'm not sure how much you know about what I do work wise, but I'm an engineer/inventor, specialising in computing and bio engineering. For the last two years I've been working on one specific project. Nanites. Microscopic machines designed to be injected into a human or animal body to repair or correct problems.

Rebecca nodded.

Two days ago, I finally finished working on my prototype, but given what they can do and how they could revolutionise medicine and threaten the existence of the huge pharma industry. I was very reluctant to try and get any kind of trials going that anyone would know about. So instead I decided to test them on myself and document the results."

"So you've got lots of tiny machines running around in your body at the moment?" Rebecca asked clearly shocked.

"Approximately a million of them, they've already assessed me and corrected a whole variety of issues I was having. Ranging from hair loss." Sam removed his cap showing his full head of hair. "To muscular skeleto issues and even age related eyesight problems."

"Holy shit." She whispered, Sam could see her mind working on the ramifications, the intelligence in her eyes shining. She closed the gap between them, her hand coming up and touching his arm, slowly running down it, sending a shiver down his spine directly to his groin.

"So vast numbers of tiny machines are running now under my fingers. Can you feel them inside you?"

"No, but I do feel the results of what they do."

Rebecca lifted her gaze and looked into his eyes. "Is that why you're different today?"

Sam nodded, not wanting to break the eye contact or spell that was being created. He could feel his cock hardening rapidly at her touch and he could see the arousal in her eyes, the quickening of her breath, the flush on her neck and chest deepening.

"What else can they do?" she asked a certain amount of heat in her voice. Her fingers feeling the muscles beneath his shirt.

"A lot, although I'm no where near finished with the testing phase, that's going to be at least the next few months."

Sam could feel the heat between them rising rapidly and had mixed feelings when the timer for dinner beeped, breaking the spell. Rebecca disengaged, clearly conflicted about doing so and set about preparing the dinner. Sam helped her take the plates to the table, where she set his place next to hers.

Rebecca asked a whole bunch of questions about the implications and his plans for the nanites as they ate, clearly fascinated by the technology and it's potential, as well as showing more than a hint of wariness about the trouble that could come from such a world changing discovery.

When they'd finished dinner and cleared things away, Sam took his glance and sat on the sofa, Rebecca choosing to sit right next to him, the heat between them still simmering.

"I've got a bit of a confession to make Sam, I thought about what you said last night about mistaken identity and it intrigued me. I've done quite a bit of reading about dominance and submission today. You were right." She said quietly, her cheeks and neck flushing.

Her statement took Sam a little by surprise, but somehow the conversations over the last 2 days made him feel more confident, he gently put his fingers under her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze.

"What was I right about Rebecca?" he asked gently, but firmly.

Rebecca swallowed, her eyes filled with apprehension. "I want a dominant man, not a bastard." She finally managed to say.

Refusing to let her look away. "There is nothing to be even slightly ashamed about Rebecca. You are beautiful, inside and out. Being submissive, makes you far more desirable and beautiful, not less. But that statement isn't the whole truth is it?"

Rebecca, shook her head gently, he could see the tension in her as she struggled with saying it. Gently cupping her cheek he whispered. "Tell me the whole truth Rebecca, there is nothing to be afraid of."