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It was less of an office and more of a room. Nearly thirty feet by forty feet with plush carpets and walls with sailing prints the office was only known to be such with a large oak desk near the far wall. So much negative space was in the middle of the room, and it seemed to be more of a cave with only half of the florescent lights on and no windows. A single man occupied the room typing away at computer perched on the desk.
He had dark black hair and a square jaw. He looked like a movie star super imposed upon a computer specialist. He had broad shoulders and thick muscles seen through the tight black shirt and tight black pants. He was quite attractive in a dark handsome way. The only type he looked from the computer screen was when the came a knock at the door.
"What is it?" He said in a voice that spoke of power and command.
The door that seemed a mile away opened and entering the cave were three women. Two looked almost exactly alike. They were tall, almost six feet, with long blond hair tied back from green eyes. They both had large breasts the stuck out on their black leather outfits that exposed the mid-drift to show a well-muscled body. The third woman was much younger and shorter. Her hair was a dirty brown, as was her eyes, and her arms and legs were bone thin. She was struggling against the two blond women trying to get free.
"Master," said one of the blond women, "we have another recruit."
The man stood up a bit to look down at the little woman. "Will she be missed?"
"No," said the other woman and then holding out a small thin whit card, it was a driver’s license.
The man took the card and sat down at his computer again and typed a few keys. "Well Miss Richardson welcome to my home."
"Let me go you sick piece of shit," said the brunet from the floor trying again to brake from the blond woman’s grasp.
"That will not happen just yet," he said from behind the computer. "Tell me do you like the size of your breasts, lets see 32B?"
She didn’t seem to like this question, "I like my breasts just the way they are you bastard."
Some clicking on keys followed "Well I don’t. I like them large and firm. But since you don’t seem to care about my feelings you will feel what I want you to. I’ll even be kind and strengthen your back."
"What they hell are you talking about?" That was all she could say before magic happened. Her tee shirt ripped and her bra snapped apart as her comfortably small breasts ballooned out from her chest. The soft pink flesh grew out and horizontal and her nipples not much darker than her breasts seemed to grow too. Two new appendages with only one digit at the ends filled the woman’s front. The breasts should have been drawn down by gravity, but by the same magic that made them large seemed to support them from the Earth’s pull. She gave a grunt when the full weight of them pulled her down.
"That is what I am talking about. You may let her go. She’s not going anywhere." He seemed to be on the verge of laughing at some funny joke that only he got the punch line.
"You shit," the brunet said from the floor just staring at her new huge breasts, "I’m a freak. I must be 54 inches around."
"56 inches to be exact. Your waist has been shrunk down to 22 inches, and your hips have been widened to 36 inches. I have given you all this, and I am not done yet."
"You piece of shit. I am going to kill you." She said still from the floor.
"You two may leave," he said to the two blond women who promptly left and closed the door behind themselves. "I would like to see you try and kill me."
The brunette woman stood up and unsteady on her feet, thanks to the new weight, she advanced on the man behind the computer. As soon as she around the computer to see his face her expression changed. No longer was there the anger in her eyes or her hands clenched in fists. The seemed to be a hunger and lust in them. Her new larger nipples became erect and hard. One of her hands went down between her legs and through her pants she started to rub her clitoris. Her other hand reached around and started to finger her left nipple as she closed her eyes as not to be distracted by anything, and just be filled with pleasure.
"Lesson one, the mere sight of me makes you hornier than you could ever believe." He again looked at his computer. There spinning on the screen was a three-dimension model of the brunet. Next to the figure were detailed statistics and personality traits. "Lesson two," he clicked on the hair color box, "I like blond women." Instantly her hair turned from a dirty brown to a golden strawberry blond. "Lesson three I like my women with muscle on them. Lesson four I like my women with big breasts, but you know that already. Lesson five I like my women with green eyes. Lesson six I like my women calling me ‘master’ and I call them 'slave.'
Her clothes ripped off and a now thick muscular arm was working her hand in and out of her wet dripping pussy. When her eyes opened they shown with a green that seemed un-natural. There seemed to be no imperfections on her body. Her face looked like she never had a single pimple or blackhead in her life. Her blond hair spilled out on the floor keeping its slight wave even being disorganized.
"Now who is your master slave?" He asked from the desk.
She opened her eyes and sat up just enough to look at him and still play with herself, "You are master."
He smiled at this. He stood up and pulled down his black pants to show a ten-inch cock. In half a second the limp member filled with life giving blood and it expanded to a seventeen-inch spear. The new slave looked at it hungrily licking her lips at the sight. He laughed knowing that she would not come after it until commanded to do so.
"Turn over I am going to take you in the ass," he commanded and his slave obediently obeyed. She spread her legs as wide as possible and still allow him easy access. Nearly three inches in diameter he magically fit his dick into her small tight ass hole. Her gasps of pleasure as the head fit in, and then the first inch and then the second were not lost on him. Deeper and deeper he fit hid dick deep into her hole that was not meant for it to be entered. When he was able to fit seven inches into her he started to rock forward and back making her squeal as she felt his member grow hotter or was it her own body that was getting hotter? The man could have held it in for as long as he wanted, but his favorite sexual act was cumming in a woman’s ass. He spilled more seed into her ass than in five normal man’s ejaculations. The thick white liquid squirted out between the two people. As he pulled himself out of her there was slow but steady dripping from her ass hole.
"Now for the main course, slave. You are going to cum so many times all the brothels Nevada will be jealous." He turned her over using her breasts as a pivot point and put his dick at the entrance to her pussy. When she looked up at him either to ask why wasn’t inside her or to beg for him not to be inside her he pushed forward and forced his long penis into her. He pushed and pushed deeper and deeper with more resistance with each inch he drove into her. By magic he was able to fit fifteen inches of his long member into her delicate vagina. Again he started to move back and forth, but mostly forward into her pussy. Each thrust was so powerful she was slowly being moved on the carpet and her whole body shook. His hands reached out and grabbed a breast each. His fingers pinched and played with the nipples making her feel the building to climax. He finally gave the last thrust that breached her limit and her screams of passion filled the large room.
Hours later his new slave was gone doing what slaves do waiting for their master, and he was typing away at the computer. One of things about the program was it only had a 100 mile effective radius, and deep within the code was the lock that had to be picked so the radius could be expanded. His body did not require sleep or food, but his mind did, and when he felt his eyes start to droop he figured it was time to retire to his bed and beauties. For him it seemed like he only closed his eyes for a second, but to a sleeping person time is not what it seems.
"It’s Alive! Alive!" came a screeching mad scientist like voice to pierce the black depth of his slumber. He struggled to open his eyes, but was not altogether able to discern what was going on. He no longer was in his home. He was in a strange basement or warehouse and chained to a heavy metal chair. There were tall I-beams from floor to ceiling and the walls and floor were gray concrete. There were high windows that were covered with green paper that allowed some light in, just enough to see. There were light fixtures on the eight-foot high ceiling, but they were not on. Next to him was a young boy a very young teenager with dark brown skin and a young smiling face.
"Noted, thank you," was the emotionless words from a man whose age didn’t match his voice. He looked to be no older than twenty-one but his appearance and the tone of his voice showed he was wiser than his years. He had brown hair parted on the side with brown eyes set deep in his pink face to give them a shadowed look. He had on a gray hooded sweatshirt opened at the front to reveal only a gray tee shirt under it. He wore blue jeans and black sneakers to make his all out appearance of a normal person.
The only other person in the room was a woman about the same age as the man with brown hair. She had milk chocolate colored skin on a thin but well toned body. Her breasts were not large, but prominent on her chest. Her dark hair hung long strait providing a curtain for her sharp black eyes. She wore a dark green tee shirt and deep black pants. She was standing at a wooden table looking at the screen of a laptop notebook.
"Where am I," the man formerly known as master asked in confusion.
The man with brown hair answered, "Still in the third level of hell we call Chicago."
The former master was trying to sort this all together when the woman announces, "At least the first part of his password is ‘maximum’ so it shouldn’t be long now."
"What," the former master realized, "you’ve got my program."
"This one’s quick," said the young boy in a joking tone.
"Indeed," said the man acknowledging what the boy said.
"Maximum G," said the woman with a smile enjoying the situation, "I’m taking a guesses here."
"Maximum God," said the man. This gave the former master a fright. "By his reaction I’m right."
"Who are you people," demanded the former master looking from one to the other.
"Hey you’re right," said the woman. "Ha that’s a funny password, no really funny. I have to give your credit that, ah, it is almost creative."
The man leaned down and with his hands on the arms of the chair got real close to the former master’s face, "we are the people who like to see a sun rise every morning. You and that damn program were jeopardizing that." He said "a sun" like any sun would do to start the day.
"Let’s see Neil Froth," said the woman typing into the notepad the former master’s real name.
"How," Neil said trying to think of a way out, "how did you know my name, and how did you get the disk out of my computer? For that matter how the hell did I get here?"
"We gassed you," said the man offhandedly, "By the way remind me to thank Trevor for the gas, the chains, and the chair. We transported you here by van. As for your real name all I had to do was look up who owned the property that you were living on, and the city records showed that your family owned it. I just asked your parents who was using the property and they said you were. As for how I got the disk out I may not have been able to touch your computer but your unconscious fingers could. By the way your hard drive has been formatted."
Neil almost cried when he heard that all his programs were lost. "So you think you’re some kind of Batman wanna be," Neil said to the man.
"No I don’t care for his day job," said the man.
"You know who Batman really is," Neil said in shock. When he was younger he was always tracking super-heroes but he lost track of Superman and Batman, but here was a person who said he knew Batman’s true identity.
"Anyone with half a brain knows who he is."
"Hey," said Neil, "I’m smarter than you are."
"I can fix that," said the woman from the computer. "Oh reset button," she said and then laughed. Her laugh was the kind that you would expect to hear from the villain in a 007 movie or a mad scientist on an old black and white film. With her head thrown back and her hair fanning out the laugh pierced into Neil’s soul a dread that made him shudder in his confines.
"You’ve been practicing," said the man.
"You’ve noticed," said the woman. "So do you want to have the real Neil Froth step up?"
"Sure," said the man looking back a Neil with those dark-enveloping eyes. The woman tapped one key on the notepad and Neil was back to what he looked like before he found the disk.
Fat seemed to explode out his sides as his legs and arms shrunk. Neil’s face was suddenly covered with red spots with white bubbles in their centers. His eyes were again a dull unfocused brown. His black hair turned an oily and stringy brown. His large strong hands were gone replaced with stubby fat fingers on fat sweaty palms.
"Ouch," said the woman recoiling in disgust, "Perhaps I shouldn’t have done that. If there ever was a person who should be effected by this program, that would be him."
The man was behind Neil unlocking something. The chains slacked off so they were no longer biting into his flesh, but were still holding him down. "There now he won’t die just yet."
"Oh, oh," said the little boy going to the notebook, "lets see my name." He started typing. "What the hell is this. I’m taller than four foot eight. This program is wrong. That’s it I’m changing it."
"Stop playing with yourself," said the man. He quickly followed up the statement with, "and I mean that in more ways then one."
"You’re no fun," said the little boy giving over the computer to the woman. "Besides I just wanted to give myself a little more power."
"You have more power than you ever will need," said the man to the little boy.
"So do you," said the boy, "in fact the only one without some kind of power is…" The two of them looked over at the dark skinned woman.
"Do you want power of some sort?" The man asked.
She looked between the two of them and then as if shaking her head and laughing at the same time, "No, no, no I don’t think so. These adventures that I go on because of you," she said indicating the man, "I believe are only a phase in my life. In the future, hopefully soon, I will not have to worry about any life or limb threatening situations, and I will have a nice normal healthy life. I’ll have a nine to five job with my own compact car and basic cable." She breathed in and out and then looking at the man, "I’m dilutional aren’t I."
"In this case, yes," said the man. "Can you make him tell the truth?" He asked pointing at Neil.
"Sure give me a second. Okay go ahead."
"Neil how many copies of the program did you make?"
Neil tried to fight it. He didn’t want to tell this man who threatened his happiness to completely ruin it. "I made two copies," Neil said shocking himself by the sound of his own voice.
"And where are those two copies at?" The man asked with a paper notepad in his hand and a pen in the other.
"One is in the save behind the painting in my office behind the computer," Neil responded. "The other is hidden at WXRT radio station where I use to work."
"Okay to start off with," said the man, "what is the combination to the safe?"
Neil tried to keep his mouth shut, but it was meaningless, "36 to the left 13 right 51 to the left."
The man scribbled it down and then asked, "and where is this disk hidden at WXRT?"
Neil didn’t want to say, "It’s in the jewel case for a band called Toxic Dinos for a CD called Glitter Bra. It’s hidden in the manager’s computer."
"Hidden in the computer," said the woman. "You mean we have to open it up to get at it?"
"Yes," Neil responded quite proud to have thought to put it there, "you have to open the side panel to get at it."
"Thank you," said the man. He then turned to the woman still at the computer, "make sure that he doesn’t even think about moving from that chair."
"Done," she responded after a few key taps.
"I want the people at his compound frozen, unless they are swimming or taking a bath then have them get out before freezing."
"Okay done, I think."
"Confidence a great deal of confidence in you. Here’s what I would like you and your brother to do. Go to WXRT and get the disk and then come back here. I’m going to his place and getting the other disk."
"Hang on," said the little boy, "how are we to get into WXRT, get into the manager’s office, get into his or her computer to get the disk, and then get out with what looks like one of their CDs?"
The man looked down at the boy waiting, and whatever didn’t happen he finally said, "you have a computer program that makes you a virtual god. I would advise you to use it. Don’t put yourself on the air! This is a covert operation. I don’t want people to hear your voice coming out of the radio."
"Come on," said the woman to the little boy as she closed down the computer.
"Can I drive," asked the little boy.
"Only on the day I die, and that’s not today," she said exiting out a door.
"Sit tight," said the man to Neil, "we’ll be back and then we’ll let you go."
"With out my memory of this," said Neil to the man who was about to leave himself.
He turned his head back and said only, "yes."
Neil was left alone in the dank room, as the temperature seemed to rise. He must have dosed off because what seemed like seconds later the man entered the room holding a very familiar blue disk. Neil tired to get up from the chair, but couldn’t.
"Cheap safe," said the man tossing the disk on the table.
"It came with the house," said Neil. "What’s your name?"
The man narrowed his eyes at Neil. If ever Neil felt fear enough to break out in sweat now was the time. "Why should I?"
Neil thought for a moment, "because I want to know."
"Not good enough," said the man, "try again. Convince me to tell you my name. What is the argument?" Neil couldn’t figure it out. Here was a man who kidnapped him, messed with his body, and now wanted Neil to convince him of something he only wanted to know. The man spoke again, "I believe intelligence is the most powerful weapon a human has. So use your intelligence on me to convince me to tell you my name."
Neil thought for a minute as to why he should be given such information, "Okay you’ll wipe my mind of that knowledge anyway. In the time that you plan on keeping me here I would like to know what to call you. I also want to know who I am talking."
"Good enough," said the man, "my name is Pierce McKullen."
Neil shook his head, "’never heard of you."
"Good," said Pierce.
"Who told you about me?" Neil asked with a questioning look.
"No one told me," Pierce said looking at Neil confused, "seeing two impossibly proportioned women kidnapping another woman off the street was enough for me to follow them to your compound. Realizing that this was a problem I had to solve, I did."
"So you found out about me all on your own, and you decided that you should be the only one with the master control program," Neil said accusing.
"No," said Pierce sitting on the table. "Myself and the other two are out to destroy the program. We should thank you. You sent out the command that anyone within 100 miles to destroy his or her copy of the program. It seems that just about everyone who gets the program does the same thing. We just followed the bread crumbs to you."
Neil was silent for a while and then spoke, "What kind of super hero are you?"
The transformation on Pierce’s face was as fast as a popping balloon. "I am not a super hero!" Pierce calmed down and then spoke. "I do not wear spandex. I don’t hide my identity. I am not a vigilante. I also don’t like using my powers."
"Ha," Neil laughed and Pierce gave him a piercing stare, "you’re serious. Do you know many people would kill for any kind of power, and here you’re saying that you have some kind of power but don’t want it."
"I never said I didn’t want my powers," said Pierce, "I said I don’t like using them. I believe that if you have two arms, two legs, and half a brain you can do quite well in this world. My true power is my mind. Think of myself as a modern day Sherlock Holmes. I can see details that not many others would see, and then deduce what is going on, and then I decide if I should act or not. Most of the time I let the police, FBI, or CIA deals with whatever I find. What need would I have of powers. My powers didn’t find you, my powers didn’t kidnap you, and my powers will not solve my problem with you."
"What kind of a problem do you have with me. I wasn’t hurting you," Neil said trying to soften the edges.
The laugh that came from Pierce echoed in the tight confines of the gray room. It seemed to reach Neil’s ears from all around making him seem to live in the laugh. The laugh was devoid of humor, but of sick pleasure that no normal person would be pleased with. "You don’t understand do you," Pierce said when he was done laughing. "You want this program," Pierce said holding up the disk, "for your own sexual pleasures. I don’t approve, but if you limited it to someone who would allow you to modify him or her I wouldn’t care. But when you kidnap people and then change them against their will, I get involved. There is also the problem of if someone else finds out about this program and decides he or she wants something other than sexual pleasures. Imagine going to Washington DC with this program. You could control the entire country with a laptop. Or if you went to New York and played with the UN then you could control the world. It is better to treat the infection before you have to sever the limb. My friends and I are content to allow governments to do as they wish. Countries may fall or rise. There may be wars or peace. Who are we to say? We are the people that let the world keep turning, what happens on the world is not our problem."
"You could cure diseases," Neil said immediately realizing that he could have too.
"I could," Pierce said crossing his arms, "but I’m not going to. There are thousands of people in the business of curing diseases, and if I took their job away from them their lively hood would disappear."
"What about war," Neil asked like a little child.
"Well there are millions if not billions of people that rely on war to have a job. Think of all the people whose job is in some way military or military contracted. If I ended war I would end their job, and then what would they do? Besides you can’t stop all people all over the world from hating each other. I don’t care how powerful that program is, there will always be people who hate each other."
"So you saved the world by letting it destroy itself," Neil said. "How many times have you saved the world?"
"Last count," said Pierce, "eight times."
"From people like me," Neil said.
"Ha," said Pierce with humor in his eyes, "no that program and the people that use it can only effect about a 30,000 square mile area. My friends and I have saved the world from aliens planning to force the Earth into the sun. We have stopped a group from releasing a bacterium that would kill off all living things on Earth. Once a group planned on releasing a catalyst in the air that would make all the nitrogen in the air combine with the carbon in the air, and then explode, which would have destroyed the world. So you and your disks to create a compound where you could have sex all day and night is not a world threatening event."
Neil sat in his chair with his head hung low. He was thinking about all that he did with the program, and what he should have done, and how guilty he felt for both. "So I should have destroyed the disk as soon as I got it."
"That would have been nice," Pierce said, "but not necessary. If we didn’t find you, we would have found the next person with the program. What ever power this program gave you, your mind is more powerful."
"So what do you think I should have done with the program?" Neil asked in a mocking tone.
"If I had your level of morals I would have upped my IQ and dropped much of my body fat and then made myself irresistible to women," Pierce said looking directly into Neil’s eyes. "But that would be me."
Just then the door opened. "I don’t care that was incredibly cruel," said the woman leading her younger brother in.
"What did you do?" Pierce demanded.
"I played a prank," said the young boy. "I switched around the cables leading from the CD players at the radio station. So when they think that they are playing one song, they’ll really be playing the song from another CD." The boy laughed at his own joke.
"You do realize it will take about three seconds for them to realize the problem," Neil said. "They’re not stupid at WXRT."
Pierce looked at the little boy and cocked his eyebrow and the little boy realized that it was not the funniest joke. "Where’s the disk?" The woman pulled up a blue CD that shined in the dim light. "Would you care to do the honors?" Pierce asked.
"I would be delighted," said the woman who snapped the plastic in two. She then snapped the two pieces again, but when she tried to do it a third time she didn’t have the strength. "My job here is done," she said tossing the pieces to the table.
"Can I try? Can I try? Can I try," cried the little boy to Pierce.
"Knock yourself out," said Pierce, "but destroy the disk first."
"Cool," the boy said and then narrowed his eyes looking at the disk on the table that Pierce brought in. The disk levitated into the air in a smooth motion, and then flew strait and fast at the brick wall. When it hit the disk shattered into a dozen pieces, but the pieces seemed to be caught in an invisible net and were pushed together into a ball. This ball of pieces zoomed at another wall and was shattered into even more pieces. "Ha," said the boy, "lets see someone try and read that."
"Thank you," said Pierce to the boy. Speaking to the woman Pierce said, "now for the compound."
She opened her notebook and powered it up. Soon she was tapping away at the keyboard. "Okay she’s ready," said the woman, "everyone be quiet so we can hear the screams."
"What?" Neil asked.
"We’re not that far away from your compound," said Pierce.
The woman pressed the key and there was silence. There was no sound at first and then there was a muffled scream, and then another, and then it seemed to reach a crescendo. In a few minutes the screaming started to die down, and then the screams could no longer be heard.
"One last thing to do," Pierce said walking around to the woman and started to whisper into her ear so Neil could not hear.
"You’re sure," said the woman looking deep into Pierce’s eyes.
"Damn I want to kiss you when you look into my eyes like that," Pierce said.
"Get a room," said the boy, "just not my room."
"Enough of that," said the woman who started to type on her notepad. "Say goodnight Neil," said the woman waving to him.
Neil was worried but responded, "goodnight Neil." Everything went dark for Neil.
* * *
The sun was shining and the wind was causing a tree branch to shield and then reveal the sun to Neil’s sleeping eyes. Neil opened his eyes and yawned and tossed off his sheets from his bed. He was in his normal room from his normal house where he lived with his parents. In a wake sleep Neil took a shower and got dressed. He went down to the kitchen where his two parents were. Both with graying hair and frail bodies they booth looked like they live through a lot. Neil’s father was reading the sports section of the newspaper, and Neil’s mother was at the stove cooking up some bacon.
"Good morning Neil," said his mother.
"Morning mom, morning dad," Neil said taking a seat. That is when he saw the front page of the newspaper. It was a report of Batman capturing some crooks that were braking into an electronics store.
"Do you want scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast Neil?" Neil’s mother asked seeming to know the answer.
Neil looked up from the article to his mother. That is when he realized that he was not hungry at all, so there was no need to eat. "No thanks mom," Neil said, "I think that I’ll just have an apple. Say dad can I have this page?" Neil asked indicating the front page of the newspaper.
"Sure, by the way the WXRT called and wanted to remind you that your vacation is over and you have to go back to working tonight," Neil’s father said.
"Okay thanks dad," Neil said standing up with the newspaper.
"Where’re you going?" Neil’s mother asked.
Neil answered looking at the newspaper, "I’m going down to the library."
"Well be careful I don’t want you in a car accident," Neil’s mother said.
"I was planning on walking," Neil said picking up an apple from a basket next to the kitchen sink. The trip down to the library was uneventful and when he entered the old cool building, with books everywhere you looked, Neil found the librarian and asked one question, "May I please have all the newspaper articles you have on Batman?" Neil was thinking about the article from the morning paper that said Batman stopped a robbery in progress where the burglar-alarm was deactivated. That meant that Batman had to witness the robbery happening. With enough points Neil was sure that he could figure out Batman’s patrol paths and that should lead Neil to Batman’s home, and thus to Batman himself.
* * *
The room was quite small. Along one wall was a twin bed with a quilt like comforter, and just above that bed were two shelves that ran the length of the wall and curved onto the two adjoining walls. The brown shelves were line with books and then there was a strange glowing white ball that seemed to levitate above the shelf about three inches. To the left of the bed was a table that had chemical engineering books on it and thick binders full of college notes. To the right of the bed was another table but it was dominated by a sophisticated PC. Next to the computer was the lone window in the room. Along the remaining wall, next to the door to the room, was a wood bureau. The door to the room opened and in walked Pierce.
Pierce pulled off his gray sweatshirt and put it in the bureau and from his belt he pulled off three throwing knives and placed them on a shelf in the bureau above the hanging cloths. He fell on the bed with his legs hanging off the side when the door opened and the dark skinned beauty walked in. She too fell on the bed in front of Pierce with her back to him.
Pierce wrapped his arms around her and whispered into her ear, "You did great today Kelly." Pierce kissed the back of her neck.
Kelly wiggled into Pierce’s chest enjoying the warmth and kiss, "flattery, I like it, give me more."
"You’re smart," Pierce said and kissed the back of her neck. "You’re beautiful," another kiss. "You enjoy life and what it brings you," another kiss.
"Speaking of what life brings me," Kelly said sitting up and pulling from her pocket the disk. "Wanna have a little fun?"
Pierce looked up from the bed, "that thing is dangerous. We agreed that you could work on the program so you could brake the 100-mile barrier, and not to make the world in our image."
"Oh we’re both intelligent people," Kelly said going to Pierce’s computer and putting in the disk, "we can stop ourselves when we think we’ve gone too far."
"Okay since you helped me out today I’ll play along, but as soon as one of us thinks the other has gone too far we stop," Pierce said standing up and walking to the door.
"Sure," said Kelly, "just lock the door." Pierce let her have her say before he locked the door like was going to in the first place.
"I make one change on you, and you make one change on me," Pierce said.
"Agreed," said Kelly, "me first. Okay I’ve always wondered what you would look like with dark skin."
"I could just step in a shadow," Pierce said as his pink skin turned to coffee bean color. Kelly turned around to see her handiwork and Pierce spread his arms, "there you go. Now it’s my turn."
Pierce walked to his computer and put in Kelly’s name. A 3-D image of Kelly popped up and Pierce typed in his change. "I could never picture you like this."
"Like what?" Kelly asked.
"Look in the mirror," Pierce said indicating the mirror on the door.
"What! My hair’s pink," Kelly said astonished, "even my eyebrows." She turned away from Pierce and looked down her pants. She turned back to Pierce and gave him a playful slap to the shoulder, "you jerk." She was quite a sight with bright pink strands falling down her face in stark contrast to her dark skin. "My turn," Kelly said. She typed in what she wanted and then turned to watch the show, "Say hello to Beefcake McKullen," and Kelly pressed the mouse button.
Pierce’s body seemed to expand. His arms grew out into large muscle filled guns. His legs seemed to stretch the blue material of his pants almost to the braking point. His neck filled the hole that was intended for his head. His chest filled the shirt to the point the tight material crushed his nipples. Realizing what Kelly did Pierce struck a body builder pose of curling his arms leaning over and tensing his muscles. His gray tee shirt ripped apart by the large expanded muscles. Pierce pulled off the ruined shirt to show his dark muscular chest.
"I love the six pack," said Kelly pushing back her pink hair.
"Then you’ll love this," Pierce said unzipping his pants. "I’m about to bust these pants. I don’t mind destroying a tee shirt, but I like these pants." Pierce, with careful effort, pulled off his pants from now legs that were as thick as some trees. His black boxer shorts were also strained but Pierce was not about to remove them. "Now it’s my turn," Pierce said walking to the computer. "You wanted my chest to be bigger, well I want your chest to be bigger," Pierce said.
"Wait!" Kelly said, "let me take off my bra first. It’s my last good one."
"Would you like to take off your blouse too?" Pierce asked with his hand on the mouse.
"No," Kelly said removing her bra under her shirt, "I don’t like this shirt and want a new one. Besides I’ll bust some of these buttons and one might hit you in the eye."
"Do you want to stop?"
Kelly stuck out her chest, "go ahead. I still have plans for you."
Pierce pressed the mouse button and Kelly’s chest change almost instantly. Like a gun blast Kelly’s breasts shot out of her chest straining the material to where something had to give way. The material tore along the button line and her brown flesh came spilling out with dark nipples. They seemed to defy gravity, as they stood strait out of her chest with dark bullet like nipples pointed strait at Pierce.
"Ah," Kelly said with gravity pulling on her new huge breasts and pulling her down too.
"Oh wait here let me strengthen your back," Pierce said typing way at the computer.
Kelly stood up again with her huge honkers standing out on her chest. "Hey that’s two," Kelly said looking annoyed, "You did two things to me. That means I get to do two things to you."
"Wait a minute," Pierce said giving up the computer, "I strengthened your back so you could stand up. I don’t think that counts."
"I do. You made me 60-26-36. You changed my breasts and my back," Kelly said pulling up the 3-D image of Pierce, "and that means I get to do two things to you. And first since we’re talking enlarging I always wanted to see you this large."
"As large as," Pierce got out before he found the answer. His boxer shorts couldn’t hold it all as it popped out the top and kept going. Pierce fought with his penis and was able to force it out the hole in the front as it hung out and down. "Good God how large did you make me?" Pierce asked.
"That should be fourteen inches long," Kelly said. "I have one more thing to do since it really isn’t that pretty."
"Sorry," Pierce said holding it up and it quickly filled with blood to make it stand out long and thick, "it usually doesn’t make public appearances."
"Not to worry. Now no woman can resist," Kelly looked over at the long sausage hanging from Pierce’s groin, and all thought left her brain. She licked her lips before launching herself at Pierce’s long member.
Kelly started to lick and suck on Pierce’s dick covering it with glistening saliva to lubricate it as she let it slide into her mouth. She put herself, lying on her back, between Pierce’s legs so she could suck his dick and rub it against her breasts. Even with Kelly sucking on him Pierce knew that she had gone too far, and had to put a stop to it. Pierce tried to click on the reset button, but with Kelly going at his dick he couldn’t click on the button. Pierce tried to quickly click on the button before what he felt coming would actually come out. He didn’t succeed. The hot white goo came gushing out of him and into Kelly’s mouth. This pause from Kelly to make sure that she was getting all of it down her mouth was the time Pierce needed to click on the reset button.
"Oh yuck," Kelly said from below Pierce. "Oh what was I thinking."
Pierce was once again his thin, short, pink form and stepped off of Kelly. "Now do you realize why I didn’t want to play with this program." Pierce said.
"Yeah," Kelly said wiping her tongue with her hand. "So what about me?"
Pierce looked at her with mischievous eyes. "Well there was one thing I didn’t get to do yet," Pierce said reaching out to Kelly’s enlarged breasts and just touched her left nipple.
The dynamite blast of pure pleasure went off inside of Kelly’s pussy. Her mind was wiped clean of everything but the pleasure that seemed to flow through her body like her blood. The white cloud of ecstasy made her body no longer control itself as pulse after pulse of energy washed over her. Her large breasts flopped and vibrated as her arms and legs flew about. Her hard nipples reached for the sky as her arms and legs contacted with the ground. Soon Kelly’s body was once again being released to the control of her mind. The fog in Kelly’s mind started to thin and then when she opened her glassy eyes she realized what had just happened.
"Damn that was good," Kelly said sitting up with her massive breasts resting on her legs.
Pierce looked down at her. "You seemed to enjoy it, yes." Pierce turned to the computer and tapped away at the keys and then pressed the mouse button. Kelly’s breasts shrunk back down to their normal handful size, and her hair turned once again to its normal night black color.
Kelly stood up and walked in front of Pierce to look at the computer, "so I’m back to normal?"
From behind Kelly Pierce wrapped his arms around her and whispered into he ear, "not exactly," and he pinched her right nipple.
Kelly’s legs would not hold her as ecstasy took hold of her, but Pierce did too. He held her and guided her down to his bed where she continued to be a human vibrator. This time her hands moved to her breasts to massage them and make them a part of the pleasure that filled her body. Her left hand reached down between her legs to begin its work there. Her face had broken out into sheen of sweat that made her look like she was wearing a plastic mask with a large smile on it. Her body reached a pinnacle as her hands slowed. When her breathing finally slowed enough that panting was possible, "as much fun as that was don’t do it again."
"Okay," said Pierce pushing Kelly up to standing position.
Kelly walked over to the computer and had her hands over the keyboard when she stopped and turned. "Okay one more time."
The End
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