Going Nova ch. 2: Elsie

Brie came to life. Where was she? She felt like she was in her bed, naked as before, when her dad tried to steal the sheet off of her. Was it all a strange dream? she thought. But something didn’t feel quite right. She squinted at the bright overhead lights. They were fluorescent. Am I still in school?

She slowly sat up. Her head felt like it was full of gauze, but not in the same way it had before; this time it was not delirious pleasure, just dreamy confusion.

She groaned and began to sit up in bed, adjusting the lumpy, foreign pillow behind her. She looked around. This was not her bedroom. I’m in a hospital? she thought. Why am I in a hospital? Brie vaguely remembered the sensations she had felt, and that the world had gone dark around her.

So, it must not have been a dream. Her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment, but at least that was a sensation she understood.

The door creaked open. “Brie!” a high-pitched voice pierced the air. It was a young girl, and a familiar face. She was smiling and ran and jumped onto the bed.

Brie was glad to see her. “Elsie! What are you doing here?”

“I heard all about it and I had to come see you and hear your side of the story.” Elsie blurted out excitedly, “Your dad said I could come in here and see if you were awake.”

Brie flushed with embarrassment and, feeling vulnerable, pulled the top sheet up around her neck. She wasn’t sure she could actually explain her side of the story. “Well, what’s the other side?” she asked nervously.

“I only heard rumors, but… some of the girls were saying you were possessed! And others said that you were…” Elsie looked away.

“I was what?”

Elsie turned back and lowered her voice to a whisper. “You were playing with yourself! In the middle of class!”

“I wasn’t! I never have, not in class or anywhere!”

Elsie continued, electrified by the gossip, “They also said you kissed Mr. Ivarson!”

“I’ve never kissed anybody!” Brie continued to deny.

“And you wet yourself.” Brie, in her nudity, admitted to herself that that could have been a possibility. Still, she wasn’t sure that was it true. Her cheeks burned hot.

“I don’t know what happened to me this morning!” Brie was frantic. “I felt so out of control.” She paused and thought. “Maybe I was possessed, but those feelings… they just felt so good.”

Elsie went wide-eyed. “Really? So it is true?”

“I felt like I was losing my mind. But it was the best feeling I’ve ever felt.”

Elsie stared at her friend, considering, “Do you feel it now?”

Brie rubbed her legs along the coarse hospital sheets. Then she rubbed her cheeks with her hands. “No. I don’t think so. It was different this morning.”

Elsie leaned over, reaching out and petting the hair atop Brie’s head. “Does that feel good?”

Brie smirked. “Yeah, but not in the same way. I just like it when my head gets rubbed or scratched.”

Elsie climbed across the bed and squeezed her friend’s shoulders. She giggled, asking, “What about that?”

“That just feels like squeezing,” Brie chuckled.

Elsie moved her head in close to her friend’s. Brie was unsure what was going on, but she recognized that devilish smile meant her friend was up to no good. “What about this?” Suddenly Elsie pounced, quickly straddling Brie’s small form and sliding her arms under either side of the sheet. She gripped Brie’s bare waist and dug her fingers in.

Brie screeched and writhed as her friend playfully tickled her. “No fair, I’m naked!” She fought back, jamming her hands into her friend and tickling Elsie in the sensitive spots at the base of her neck. That made Elsie shriek. The tumbled around, no longer caring how the sheet fell, for they were best friends and had seen each other in any state of undress over the handful years they had known each other. Back and forth they went, both girls screaming and tossing around in the hospital bed until they heard a woman clear her throat.

Brie looked up. “Mom!” She quickly gathered the sheet and she laid back where she had originally found herself.

Hazel smiled. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better, honey. What happened to you today?”

“I don’t know. I blacked out,” she replied, truncating her story. She shot a glance at her friend, who smiled reassuringly.

“Well, I’ve heard everything. But don’t worry, the doctor’s here. He’ll tell us what’s going on with you.”

The door to the room opened again. This time, in came Brie’s father along with the family’s pediatrician. She had gone to this doctor ever since she was a baby. She met eyes with her dad, and he looked down awkwardly. “Hello kiddo.” He looked at his wife. “Dr. Taylor says he thinks he knows what happened.”

Dr. Taylor cleared his throat. “The good news is, we ran some standard tests and everything checks out okay. No heart murmurs, no seizures, nothing serious. After looking into the report of what happened, I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on. It’s likely a genetic thing. We can run some more in-depth tests to confirm, but they’re expensive, and it’s usually faster to confirm diagnosis based on your response to treatment rather than waiting for tests to be processed.”

“A genetic thing?” Warrick questioned. “So one of us gave it to her?”

“Not necessarily.”

”What are we talking about here, Doc?”

“A genetic mutation. In a rare minority of people, they have a certain mutation in their genes that doesn’t usually display itself until they reach a certain age.”

“Whoa!” Elsie exclaimed. “You’re a mutant! Like the X-Men! Cool.”

Warrick interjected. “Elsie, you probably shouldn’t be here.”

“No way!” Brie shouted, “Elsie’s my best friend, we don’t have secrets!”

Elsie spoke up again, “So what’s her superhero power?”

The doctor laughed, “I don’t think this is the kind of power you can save the world with. To be quite frank, little Brie here is what we call super-orgasmic.” Warrick’s head snapped a double-take toward the doctor. Brie blushed.

“That’s wonderful,” Hazel said. Warrick looked at her quizzically, but she reassured him, “I just mean that I was afraid it would be something more dangerous to her health. But Doctor, what does this mean for us?”

“It means that Brie is probably going to be extremely susceptible to feelings of pleasure. While this might be great for her and her future partners in general, it can be difficult to manage, and of some inconvenience as a young person, as you are now fully aware.”

Brie swallowed a lump in her throat.

The doctor continued, “Luckily, there are a couple things we can do to treat this.”

Warrick let out a quiet breath of relief. “Go on.”

Dr. Taylor began to speak with some trepidation. “Well, ah, the first treatment is to make her… cum.”

“Excuse me?” Warrick choked.

“Whoa, what?” exclaimed Elsie.

“I’m sorry to be frank, Mr. Nova, but there’s no point in being overly formal with scientific terms. Most parents just get confused when pediatricians break out the 25-cent words. Just bear with me a moment. This is certainly a sensitive topic to broach between parents and child, but when the diagnosis is super-orgasmic, there isn’t much I can do to protect conservative sensibilities. May I continue?”

Warrick glanced at his wife, who nodded at him. He gestured silently for the doctor to continue. His sex life was progressive, open, and generous, and he didn’t like being pigeon-holed as a prude.

Dr. Taylor continued. “I’m sure as with your own normal sexual feelings, when Brie cums, the pleasurable desires will fade away for a while and clear from her head. But it’s going to be important to make her cum regularly, that way you will have some control over when and where that happens. That will ensure the best quality of life for her. In cases such as these, if she doesn’t cum for too long, she may lose control of herself to her primal urges and even black out, as we saw today.”

Dr. Taylor could see Brie grow red-faced. “I’m sorry, I know it must be embarrassing talking about this now in front of your parents and friend, young lady, but I’m sure you won’t want a repeat of today’s incident. Am I right?” He turned back to Warrick and Hazel. “I would say she should have an orgasm every one or two hours to start out with. Not when she’s asleep of course—no need to rouse her in the middle of the night—but definitely right before bed and as soon as she wakes up.”

“Gosh, Doctor,” Warrick said. “That seems like a lot.”

“There is another consideration, as well. You can feed her a dose of this syrup. This should help speed the process along. It comes in a syringe—”

Brie recoiled and hid herself away under the sheet. “No way! You’re not sticking me with any needles,” she exclaimed.

“Brie, we need to be reasonable,” her mother chided.

“Don’t worry,” the doctor chuckled, waving his hands in the air, “these syringes don’t have needles.