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I'm trying to do something for everybody, that guest was only to heat things up; the reality distortion field generator of fantasy island will be overloaded…

and now another guest

THE BREATHTAKING EARTHSHAKING GODDESS GUEST

In one of the immense gardens of the island, surrounded by the beach and the volcanic mountains, Ms. Morgan was on a white table, in her ugly hat, nervous.

She wasn’t sure if wanted to go on. She wasn’t sure of anything in her life.

Her cocktail had so many pieces in there that couldn’t figure out how to drink it; it had a pink flower in there. She looks at her side and sees an amazon in a French maid from Eric Stanton fantasies. Ms. Morgan eyes widened to see how big, muscular and voluptuous she was. And then looks at a man half-naked with a ball stuffed in his mouth, she treated him like a dog. Putting her glasses back she asked out loud to herself ‘Is that Mr. Naumanburg fantasy?’ He was the only serious person that she met in da plane…  and now he was removing garbage from the sidewalk to please a seven foot young amazon looking at him with a delight in her eyes… with a finger on a remote control giving him wireless discipline.

‘Germans…’ Ms. Morgan thought.  Well, it had relaxed her somehow; she didn’t felt so stupid about her own fantasy.

‘Every person in the world has a unique fantasy, don’t they, Ms. Morgan?’ asked Mr. Roarke by her side looking at them. Surprised by his sudden presence she could not speak clearly ‘Yes… I guess.’

He comes closer to her ‘it’s time for you grab destiny Ms. Morgan. No more wait. No more second thoughts ‘ he gazed at her eyes.

She connected with his gaze and says ‘I agree…’ Ms. Morgan took off her hat and breathing firmly with her eyes closed: ‘Transform me.’

And… nothing.

‘Don’t work like that, Ms. Morgan. You deeply need to want it, and the more you want, more… transformed you will be.  Is not a ride in the park, it’s the biggest challenge of your life, you will feel things that anyone would believe.’ The words of Mr. Roarke were scaring Ms. Morgan; she was not ready at all, she was feeling that never was. That she never will be.

‘I don’t know if I want it…’ she replies.

‘I understand Ms. Morgan. Everything has a right time in a right place … no one in this island will tell you what to do, not even me. So, don’t rush. Do what your heart says to.’ Mr. Roarke stands up. ‘Excuse me for now, Ms. Morgan. I’ll be back later, but… nevertheless, welcome to your fantasy… Natasha.’

He was the first person that year that called her by the first name. To have such a fortune in a bank was her curse; every man approached her because of that. And all of them transformed her romantic  naïveness into a regretful solitude grave.

In the foggy bathroom, after the longest shower in her life, she looks herself in the blurred mirror, the old blurry same self. As a kid, she was called by Butch by her stupid classmates; as a woman, her ex last words were imprinted on her memories: ‘I prefer to have sex with penguins than have sex with you ever again!’ It was not a third nipple, or extra fingers, she was quite normal, she was just an easy target. Sometimes she wanted to have some disadvantage, to at least have something to blame for.

She had that inner beauty always hid by the insecurity, she knew that; and all her romantic imagination was to find a guy who could see it. And now she was 34, and still she felt like a virgin, never touched, and all this time alone made her depression worse.

‘THERE IS NO ROMANCE!’ she shouts at herself and slaps her own face ‘SCREW ROMANCE! FUCK ROMANCE! I’LL FUCK EVERYTHING THAT MOVES’

…and Natasha, aka Ms. Morgan, let it be…

The water vapor from the hot shower filled everything in a fog that you could cut it with a knife. Natasha could see thru the blurry glass her form shaping itself anew. In her shoulder the wet hair seemed to be growing like alien seeds of cheap sci-fi movies, like it had a life of its own.

Every body part seemed to have a life of its own, her naked breasts specially. Centuries passed until she notices her nipples getting hard once again, coming back to life with a revenge.  Her nipples were the new gravity to her breasts, growing in direction of its needs, like a bud sprouting to the Sun. Two Suns, actually. And they grew, inflating themselves defying Newton’s laws, Darwin’s laws, decency laws. Only now she could measure the whole importance of her breasts, they were the center of the universe.

Natasha breath looking at them going up, setting new boundaries; she looks down and everything in the bathroom seemed smaller, the soup, the mirror… the mirror, her face… she touched her face, it seemed the same to her touch, she took the towel and dries on her fuzzy reflection to see it…

…and it was still her, but in art nouveau.

In modern times someone would say that her perfect face was out of the Adam Hughes imagination, in the perfection of every line, every dot. She makes faces seeing the perfect woman in the mirror mimicking her, giving herself a breathtaking smile. Natasha wanted more of it, she wanted it all, she wanted every man orbiting her smile. She wanted to get even.

In the bedroom mirror she could have the full impact of her transformation, she was a supermodel, an athlete, an amazon, a goddess. She had to sit down, it was just too intense; Natasha looked at herself again, and in any position, at anything, in anything, she deserved a painting, a magazine cover, a book, a movie.

to be continued

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Tesla was a hero-scientist, imho
when I read that interview, I thought 'wow, that's so sci-fi'

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And I've made a little update in the bee part I, just because of your curiosity alex, telling where the brad character is

http://crazyfck.googlepages.com/thebeesociety-parti

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You got the idea, I said it first, it will not be pretty

At first men loved the idea, the first two chapters is more like a honeymoon, and then a breakdown in the third part. I know that doesn't sound like a fantasy storytelling, but is to where the story arc leads

And Jake is indeed the only wimp character in the whole story. But he'll not get much spotlight in the rest of the story, I think. Just key moments. 

The first chapter of bee society… well, I'm talking too much, I think, but it, yes, is to sound grim

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very refreshing, I need it… please finish it

you have the skill, professor lingster

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OMFG!  I read the first 2 chapters and I can say the stories are AMAZING!!! I love the universe you created and I found the characters so realistic!  Awesome work. Thank you very much for writing it!

One question:  Is chapter 3 going to come out soon?

very very thanks

You already read it!? Dude, there are 140 pages in those two chapters, and I posted yesterday. That's a good signal that I made something right

I believe that the Bee society (part I) comes first, this sequel is far more simple to craft; Flavor part III is somewhat… complex,   

but the very beginning of bee society is already posted, it gives some clues of what happened in the flavor part III

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I think that ‘its been done’ syndrome is the worst thing that a writer could have in his mind.

writers should be encouraged to write longer stories, because it leads to character development, like marknew, helplesscase, hunter s creek, puppetman, nomdreserv – –where are they?– that's the way to go beyond clichés

FMG is all about character transformation, when you create a tale with two pages, you are just scratching the surface, unless you are a very, very talented writer, it will just starts and ends with a description of growth, and it doesnt have any appeal to me. I want to know about her, what she was before and then after the transformation, how people will react to her, her new feelings. I love third person perspective of FMG

Remember, there is only 36 dramatic situations in all literature, comics, movies, so it's easy to say that some story is cliché. Thats why character development is the most precious thing that a story can have, it's where a story can be new, to have unexpected turns, to be fun

If the writer wants to be shakespeare, even better, but if he wants to use worn-out cliches and over used plot devices and even there we can see who she is, I'm happy

the writer that is aware of cliches, is the one who writes the best   

I was thinking of a 'new flavor' to be a good macguffin to FMG, instead of spinach, radiation or magic; a some kind of new sweet taste and smell, that could be put in ice creams, chewing gums, drinks. The girls just need to feel its 'flavor' over time to have the alergic reaction that goes to some muscle hypertrophy. Of course, a taste pleasant only to girls. I'll work on that, sounds a good idea for more fmg clichés, is never enough

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I'm this bug!

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