’“No dear, I think that even if they didn’t fix anything, that with the nanites turned off and with no other interference, the affect will wear ...ff in time. I think the nanites were the problem and not you, although I always was turned on by you. And I think a few of my friends were jealous, or maybe they felt it too. You may have always secreted some pheromones; it just took the nanites to boost it up for every female to be affected that way. I’ll let you go back to sleep now dear, I don’t. One of my favorite members had recently written several hot first-person short stories about a very special “smart” exercise bike. The bike in the stories had the ability to bypass the consciousness of its female riders. It allowed the gym employee to insert ideas into their heads, much to his enjoyment. The author, AnonMC1151, claimed these were “true” stories. That’s not an unusual claim on these forums. I guess the authors have fun imagining they are documenting what their exploits would be. "I should have known better than to let Gary leave his wife." Claude is no better," sniffled Janice. "He gave me two babies and now he only wants to take me from behind." You mean doggy-style?" Arlene asked idly."Fuck no! I mean from behind," Janice replied, her tone of voice making it clear what she meant. Then, for good measure, she added, "In the ass, just like Daddy did to me. I think Claude is getting it someplace else."Arlene was temporarily speechless. Then she spoke weakly. "At least. And not in the manner of a normal mother, oh, no! In the manner of a woman and a man. I wanted him to protect me as I cared for him, to warm my bed, to prove his love for me on my body. I lost count of how many times I had sobbed myself to sleep knowing the impossibility of my dreams, or tried to work it out of my system by masturbating and imagining I was with someone, anyone else. It never worked, though; my thoughts always returned to Brandon, muscles rippling powerfully as he vanquished.