Tales From The ORB
By The Captain



"Tales From The ORB" by The Captain

I had found the device in a thrift store. To me it looked like a prop out of a
science-fiction movie, but after I bought it I could find no reference to it
anywhere. Eventually I just made it a decoration on my bedroom, complete with
a cheap tripod. One day I was dusting my room when I heard the sound of small
children fighting. As I looked out of my window I saw two boys picking on a
much smaller girl. She looked like she might be in third grade while the boys
could have been in junior high. "I'd love to see her prove that she's a lot
stronger than those boys, that would be entertainment!" Suddenly the boy who
was wrestling with the small girl yelled for his friend to help him. To my
amazement the little girl started wrestling both of the boys at the same time,
and was winning! With a high-pitched grunt she tossed the two boys off of her
and stood up. Once they got back on their feet they sprinted away from her.
The little girl picked up her toys and walked away.

I was stunned! What had just happened? I looked down at the ORB just in time
to see a faint blue glow die away. This was interesting, but I needed another
test. I glanced at the clock and then ran to the other side of the house.
Unfortunately this wouldn't be as comfortable as my bedroom window, but if I
stood on the sink I could look out the bathroom window. I was just in time to
see Nicole, the neighborhood hard-body, start her workout. "I think Nicole
wants to put all the weight she has onto the bar and pump out some arm curls."
This time I caught the blue flash as the ORB transmitted my commands. In the
yard below Nicole started to gather all of the metal plates she had. I figured
there was nearly two hundred pounds. Without hesitation she began to do a long
series of perfect arm curls.

I was starting to like this new toy. In the yard behind Nicole's I could see
Mr. Johnson watering his flowers. I whispered into the ORB, "Mr. Johnson is
going to climb over the fence and tie Nicole to a tree with that big coil of
rope. Nicole will cooperate as if they do this every day. Then Mr. Johnson is
going to go back home and forget everything that happened." As the two
performed as ordered I noticed that Nicole was a lot taller than Mr. Johnson.
"OK, Nicole is really mad and goes all out to break free,"

Nicole's face became a frozen mask of rage as she strained to free herself.
The thick nylon rope that Mr. Johnson had used to tie her to the tree creaked
loud enough for me to hear, even though I was next door and inside. As she
pulled her solid muscles became visible under her tanned skin. For a while I
just watched as she struggled to free herself. After about twenty minutes she
had grown tired and gave up. I smiled as I had the ORB give her super-human
endurance and toughness. Though I kept her strength the same, I did increase
her anger and stubbornness. This was more like it, I thought to myself as she
began to struggle

again. Now the ropes couldn't hurt her and she could fight them forever.
Because Nicole had been taking gymnastics and swimming for years, her arms and
legs had developed a surprising amount of muscularity. I watched this show for
another twenty minutes before I grew bored, I felt it was time to change the
program.

I sat for a minute talking to the ORB, giving it very detailed instructions.
After putting it back onto it's tripod stand back in my bedroom, I walked back
to the window to wait. After a minute Nicole looked up and saw me, her eyes
opened wide and her white-hot anger was replaced by a different emotion. Lust.
All of her muscles exploded into view as she fought to come towards me. Slowly
her strength grew to super-human levels, until the ropes began to snap, then
it returned to normal. Quickly freeing herself, Nicole ran to the chain-link
fence which separated her yard from mine and leaped over. I moved back from
the window

as she half-jumped, half-climbed in. Once inside, Nicole spun around and
pulled the curtains closed. I watched as she quickly stripped off all of her
clothes and then turned to face me.

This was the first time I had been close to her, and discovered that she was
several inches taller than me! "You know what I want," she said softly as she
moved towards me. I put my hands on her muscular shoulders and pushed her
away. "This is wrong, don't make me hurt you!", I said to her. "You can't hurt
me, hit me here, as hard as you can", she said as she pointed to her flat
stomach. I punched her there with all of my strength, which only knocked her
back half a step. Slowly she raised her arms and flexed her biceps. Again and
again I hit her, my fists leaving no marks and having no effect on her as she
slowly walked towards me. Finally I ran at her, trying to knock her down.
Instantly her body became a solid wall of young muscle. I bounced off of her
and stumbled back. Nicole smiled and jumped at me, wrapping her arms and legs
around me. We slammed into the wall behind me and slid to the floor.

I had told the ORB to make her use her normal strength. We wrestled for a
while as I tried to figure out how strong she really was, which turned out to
be quite a bit stronger than me. After that I switched back to hitting her
with my fists, which I knew would do nothing at all. While I was using up all
of my strength by punching her hard muscular body, Nicole was busy undressing
me. After several minutes I was dead tired as well as totally nude. Nicole
continued to wrestle with me, and finally forcing me to get on top of her. I
switched back to wrestling her with my full strength, but now I was too tired
to slow her down. Since I was now on top of her I tried to pin her arms down
on the floor above her head. I could tell Nicole was getting turned on by her
victory as she slowly muscled my hands up. She would never know that it was
the ORB and not her years of exercise that was making her so tough. "I give
up", I moaned as the last of my strength left me.

This signaled the ORB to pump up both her strength and her muscle size. In a
daze I felt myself being lifted and inserted into her as if I were some
plastic toy. My hands could feel her steel-hard muscles ripple as she moved.
Her powerful orgasms exploded like a string of silent nukes. It tool all of my
remaining strength to hold on. She twisted and squeezed and lifted me again
and again until I joined her with my own orgasm. But then the time-limit I had
programmed arrived. Nicole smiled at me, "Thank you, that was fun, no one will
ever know, but I'll find a way to repay you. Trust me." With that she rolled
me off of her, got up and put her clothes back on. A few minutes later she had
climbed the fence back to her yard and tossed the broken ropes over to me as a
souvenir.

It took me several hours to recover. I was slightly scared by what had
happened and vowed to myself not to go that far again. Then I heard the door
open downstairs as my girlfriend Mary Ann walked in. Through she was a fairly
solid red-head, I had never gotten her interested in weight lifting. Though I
had gotten her to bench press fifty pounds once in a hotel exercise room. I
quickly whispered several instructions into the ORB. After a moment Mary Ann
walked into my bedroom, "Hi honey! Looks like you got a new phone book. Do you
have your old one?" I reached over to my bed-side table and handed the old
phone book to her. "Come on, I know you like to feel when I do this!" I got up
and wrapped my hands around her arms.

Even though I knew what was going to happen I was shocked as Mary Ann's
muscles went from firm to rock hard. While they didn't grow as big as a female
body builder, they bulged up an inch or so bigger than my own. She moved
slowly so that I could fully enjoy her feat of strength, I could hear the
paper of the three-inch-thick phone book tear. After a minute Mary Ann tossed
the two halves of the book on the floor and raised her arms into a
double-biceps flex. She looked great with sixteen inch biceps! After a moment
she pushed me onto the bed and took off her clothes. Though we had sex almost
every time I saw her, the

"new" Mary Ann, with her greatly increased strength and endurance, seemed to
enjoy it alot more. She was doing more than I had told the ORB, perhaps I had
discovered some hidden fantasy of hers and unlocked it.

The next weekend came and I wanted to experiment more, however I had already
discovered that there was only so much amazon sex I could handle. My sessions
with Mary Ann were actually causing me to lose weight! I doubted that any gym
could give more intense, or stimulating workouts. No, I wanted to try to have
a different experience. As chance would have it, the people across the street
were having one of those big kids birthdays complete with inflatable jumper.
It looked like there were dozens of hyper-active girls who were evidently high
on sugar. With Mary Ann out of town for a sales conference I had all day to
play. The first thing I did was to organize an arm-wrestling contest. Because
I wanted it to blend into the party it took over an hour for all of the girls
to cycle through. At the end a cute little blonde girl was the winner.

She walked through my unlocked front door, into the kitchen and sat down at my
kitchen table. "Hey mister, do you want to arm wrestle?" I just smiled and put
my arm on the table. As I grabbed her tiny fist I guessed that she had to be
around ten to twelve years old, so I expected little resistance. I was
surprised by her sudden hard pull, small pre-teen biceps popped into view.
This kid was stronger than I expected! "Wow, you're strong!" I said to her.
She smiled and poured on the power, "My mom makes me do martial arts after
school. My teacher says I hit harder than most boys my age!" This wasn't
coming from the ORB, this girl

actually wanted to beat me! She grunted and strained, veins and tendons
exploded into view. And after a few more minutes or struggle she eventually
forced my hand down.

"Hey big man you got beaten by a girl!" She jumped up and started to did a
victory dance. My mistake was to stand up. Suddenly she was in my face, hands
on her hips, trying to push me back. "Come on! Try to stop me!" She slammed
her body into mine, and while I was bigger her center of gravity was much
lower. I ran my hands along her straining body, feeling her tiny muscles flex
rock hard. I pushed hard against her chest and felt strong pectoral muscles
that many teenage boys would dream having. Things were starting to get out of
control, and none of this was in the script I had given the ORB.

Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. The little girl sprinted to the door and
opened it. Waiting for her was a tall solid looking older girl. "This is my
big sister Yolanda!" the little girl explained, "If you think I'm strong then
you have to see what she can do!" The big girl walked in, looked at me and
smiled. Her younger sister waved at me and ran back to the party. Yolanda
continued to slowly walk towards me, "Did you ever meet a girl who was the
state champion in shot put before?" she asked, "Some say it takes a lot of leg

strength," she slapped her flexed thigh with the sound of a hammer hitting a
slab of meat, "But I think you also need to have good arm strength!", she
stopped in front of me and flexed her biceps. I noticed that her breasts and
her biceps were almost exactly the same size. And both were a lot more than I
could handle.

She smiled down at me, I was at least four inches shorter than her, and said
"Tell you what, I'll let you get me in any wrestling hold that you want and
I'll break free using only my strength!" I pointed to the bed and told her to
lie facing down. I got on top of her and sat as high up on her back as I
could. Finally I had her bring her arms behind her so I could wrap both my
legs and arms around them. I had the advantage of leverage, plus I had my full
weight on top of her. "OK," I said, "You only get to use your arms and you
half to go real slow!"

She did nothing for a minute or too, and then I felt her arms tense as she
began to pull. For several minutes I could feel the pressure slowly increase
as she began to use more of her strength. It was starting to get very
uncomfortable, both her back and her arms had become harder than rock and
sharp bulges of muscle were painfully digging into my much softer flesh. While
she was nearly silent I could hear my strained breathing getting louder as I
struggled to fight her ever increasing power. After a few more minutes I knew
I couldn't hold her much longer, the size of her muscles had increased so much
that her forearms looked thicker than my biceps. I could feel myself trembling
as the last of my strength drained away. Yolanda spread her arms apart and
gently pushed my off of her back.

She rolled over to face me and flexed her right bicep. This time her muscle
was clearly larger than her breasts. "I don't know what it is about you," she
said, "But I really liked showing off my muscles. Usually I try to keep them
hidden so folks won't think I'm a freak, but not now. I'm glad my sister met
you. Well, I've got to go, see you later!" With that she jumped and walked out
of the house. I just laid there trying to recover. Something was wrong with
the ORB, it was adding stuff on it's own. While it was entertaining now, I was
becoming worried that things could get out of control. I needed to do a test
to see if the ORB was on

some kind of auto-pilot. If it was I would have to find some way to shut it
down. The last thing I wanted to deal with was puppy-love from a girl too
strong for me to stop!

First, I told the ORB to cancel all of the scripted actions I had asked for,
then I drove to the mall and started to wander around. Though it was the
middle of the day on a Saturday the crowd at the mall was fairly thin. Several
times I was the only shopper in a store. After an hour or so I began to relax,
all of the women I had walked by had reacted normally, that is they projected
a zone-of-frost whenever I came near. You have to love those California girls.
Eventually I started looking at possible new outfits for Mary Ann. There was
no

way I was going to stop enjoying the "new" version of my red-haired amazon
girl-friend.

I walked into one store called "Leather Rage" which had some interesting boots
on display. As I looked around a tall model-thin woman walked up to me. "Are
you looking for something special?" she asked. I explained that I what I was
looking for and the price range I could afford. "Your girl friend, is she is a
big woman," she asked, "Or perhaps she is a strong woman?" And then this
ultra-thin clerk dropped into a double-bicep pose like she had been doing
contests for the last ten years. Her entire body tensed, but all of her
muscles looked like long, thin ropes. She looked down at me and continued to
flex.

Knowing nothing else to do, I reached out and squeezed her biceps. While the
little girl from the birthday party probably had larger, more rounded biceps,
this thin clerk felt like steel under satin. "Don't ignore my legs," she
whispered, "I once crushed a brand-new football between those thighs!" I did
as she asked and found her calves and thighs to be both very slim and ultra
hard. When I had finished she flashed a smile, turned, and walked into the
back room. When she returned she help a large box in one hand. "These were

discontinued, but I think your girl-friend will find these very comfortable.
There is steel-reinforcement in both the heel and the ankle areas. If she
wants to, she will be able to either run in these or kick holes in truck
tires. Most of our clients run toward a more slender body shape, so these
boots were unpopular."

To my continued amazement she put the boots on and modeled them for me. I
instantly realized that they were much too thick and solid looking to look
good on a thin woman, but they would be perfect for Mary Ann. What shoe
designer had come up with these? They looked like a cross between heavy work
boots and those fantasy warrior boots you usually see in paintings, but with a
few extra twists that somehow made them look very sexy. The clerk, who finally
told me her name was Lisa, gave me several discounts which made the boot
extremely cheap. After I had paid she smiled again and said, "Go to Vamps and
tell Brandy that Lisa says you need to see the Widow Special. I think you'll
find that it's a perfect match for those boots."

I thanked her and left in search of the store she had mentioned. It was
located on the second floor of the mall next to some kind of psychic-candle
shop. I hesitated to go in, evidently Vamps catered to the ultra-goth
junior-high crowd. As I was standing in front of the display window a short
girl with spiked hair and way too much body jewelry for my taste walked up to
me and asked if I saw anything I liked. "Well, I just bought these boots from
Lisa and she said I was to see Brandy for a Widow Special," I explained.

Brandy flipped out her name tag and waved at me to follow her. To my surprise
we continued through the store and into the back room. "Wait right here! I'll
be right back," she ordered. After a few minutes Brandy returned, but now she
was wearing a very interesting black-leather skirt. She had also taken off her
top, revealing a kind of over-sized sports-bra and a pair of very muscular
arms. Brandy smiled when she saw I was looking at her arms, "In all the movies
Vampires are strong, right? So I work out to make myself real

strong. I don't want to get big, just strong! Wait, let me put on this top and
you'll see what I mean!" She walked over to an over-stuff clothing rack and
pulled off a long flowing black-lace top. While putting on the top she somehow
also removed all of her jewelry so that when she turned to face me she looked
like she had stepped out of a B-horror film.

Slowly she walked towards me, with a look that was half-zombie and half-slut.
She reached out and put one hand under each of my armpits. "You are helpless
to resist me!" she said in a chilling tone of voice. With no sign of effort on
her face, she lifted me into the air, "I am the Vampire Queen! You will be my
slave!" For several moments her dark eyes bored into mine and then she started
to giggle. Putting me down, she took off the lace top and pointed at the
leather skirt, "By the way, this is the Widow's Special and I can get it for
you as a good discount!" Lisa was right, the skirt was a perfect match for the
boots.

As I was paying for the skirt Randy wrote down a short note and handed it to
me, "Take this to Pat in Garden Gear and tell her Randy sent you for the Evil
Mother!" After I walked out of the goth store I glanced at the note only to
see a strange symbol like a zodiac symbol. Could all of this be coming from
the ORB? My only option was to continue on this journey. Garden Gear turned
out to be some kind of Mother Earth store, mostly books and incense with a few
items of clothing. I walked in and started to look around. A tiny asian woman
with "Partrica" on her name tag walked up to me. I handed her the note and
told her what Randy had said. The woman nodded and had me follow her.

Once again I was led into the back room of the store, but this time we
continued out the back door and into the service hallway. We walked for at
least five minutes through the deserted corridor until we reached a tall metal
door labeled "electrical vault". Pat produced a key which opened the metal
door and waved me inside. Behind a cage were several large control panels. One
was clearly marked "out-of-service". She walked up to that control and pulled
the red handle up. With a soft "ka-chunk" a hidden door opened in what had
looked to be a perfectly blank wall. "Inside final test. If you survive return
to store. I sell you

special blouse that match skirt and boots."

I looked at her in surprise, "What if I don't survive?" I asked. "Then boots
and skirt go back on sale." With that she pushed me into the next room and
closed the secret door. I stumbled for a few steps and then discovered that I
was alone in a ten-by-ten room with no visible exits. The ceiling was twice
the height of a normal room and a single large high-pressure lamp high up in
the ceiling lit the room at a near-blinding level. There was a brief blue
flash and suddenly a very short girl stood motionless in the middle of the
room

in front of me. It was my ex-girlfriend Angela, wearing the same sleeveless
pink top and cut-off shorts that she had worn the day she left me. While I
didn't remember her wearing knee-high white socks, I was certain that this
detail was correct. We had lived together for a year, but then she got a job
offer in another state.

Because of a genetic disorder Angela was only four-foot-nine and was sometimes
mistaken for a grade-school student. She had been twenty-eight when I met her
and was quite pleased I was attracted to her for more adult reasons. Despite
her size, Angela had been a hard-core muscle bunny, even going as far as
trying steroids to increase her muscle mass. She smiled at me and brushed back
her shoulder length blonde hair. As she did I noticed large ripples of hard
muscle under her smooth tanned skin.

Another blue flash and a different girl stood in front of me. Though I had
never seen this girl before I could tell that she was very young and slightly
on the chunky side. Suddenly it hit me! This was what Angela had looked like
as a kid! I could see it clearly in her eyes. Some silent signal must have
been sent because Angela looked at me and without warning jumped at me,
wrapping her arms around me. Normally that would have been a nice thing, but I
could only see murder in her eyes, this Angela was trying to kill me! I tried
to pull her arms away from me, but she only grunted and pulled harder. Under a
thin layer of pre-teen

fat I could feel small but amazingly hard muscles. Young Angela was trying to
crush me and I couldn't break free!

I could feel my heart race as panic fueled my struggle, but no matter how hard
I tried young Angela became that much stronger. My vision dimmed as all of the
air was slowly squeezed from me. Thousands of images flooded my mind as random
memories swamped what was left of my thoughts. My death was only moments away,
I could no longer feel anything, my body felt weightless and a gray fog filled
my vision. Then even that faded away.

As I came to I discovered that I was once again alone in the small room. Every
part of my body screamed it's protest of pain into my overloaded brain. A
sudden flash of blue light behind me signaled the arrival of what was surely
my final torture. I slowly turned around to find an astounding sight. Standing
motionless behind me was a ten-foot-tall metal woman. Every inch of her was a
masterpiece of art and engineering. Her lines were as graceful as any
classical statue, but she also projected a promise of raw physical power that
was mythological.

"Congratulations, you are the first to survive the trials," she said in a low,
silky voice, "Our creators have sent us out to find those who would be
compatible with their ideals. Unfortunately our scans are only truly effective
when all of your defenses have been broken. Only then could we take the true
measure of you beliefs and desires. We will contact you when you are needed."
With that she vanished in a flash of blue light. I suddenly realized that some
of the markings on her body had matched that of the ORB. It had been cheese in
a trap all along.

I forced myself to get up and discovered that the hidden door had opened. For
what seemed like hours wandered the endless maze of white-walled hallways
until I returned to the Garden Gear store. As I stumbled in, a very tall, very
slender Pakistani woman walked up and handed me a tall glass, "Drink this, it
will help restore your energy. My name is Yasmeen and you are scheduled for a
full body massage. Patricia has boxed up the Evil Mother blouse. I'd suggest
some accessories, but I think you need to recover." She gently pulled me
toward a back corner of the store which had been separated by curtains. Inside
this area I spotted a normal looking massage table and a cart filled with
strange tools and tiny bottles. Before I could lie down Yasmeen smiled and
lifted up the front of her yellow t-shirt. "I am to remind you that we will
always be with you now," She tensed her abs and they rose from her smooth
stomach like slabs of stone as the tide goes out.

I reached out to explore her body. Her flesh was silky smooth and warm as if
she had just came in from the sun. Her muscles had a microscopic amount of
give. Yasmeen made rocks seem soft. She smiled and handed me a large green
towel, "Take off your shirt. These exotic oils will increase your pleasure!"
she said. They did.