VR Muscle
by Marknew742@aol.com
Virtual Reality provides a wife with new opportunities to turn the tables.

Author's Note: 

I happily acknowledge my borrowing from the many virtual reality stories 
I've seen on the web and on Diana's site.  I've enjoyed them all, and I 
hope this is a worthy addition to the genre. 



Most people I knew thought that my wife and I didn't suit each other at 
all.  And they were right.  I was an All American linesman at Penn 
State, while Suzi was not only not a cheerleader, she wasn't even a 
cheerleader type.  She was tall and slender, a bit gawky in fact, small-
breasted and completely unathletic.  If it hadn't been for me, she 
wouldn't have known the first thing about football.  But for some 
reason, early on in college, I was taken by her, I can't say exactly 
why.  It may have been a certain fierce energy she had, an intensity 
that was like the way I played football.  It may have been a matter of 
her own fierce will to have me.  In any case, our relationship soon 
became an unalterable fact of life, and we got married just after I 
graduated. 

After school, I started selling insurance, and made a good business of 
it.  I was famous in the area, and my reputation for hitting 280 yard 
drives, and my careless putting, made me a sought after golf partner.  
It sure helped business.  Meanwhile, Suzi stayed in school, first 
getting a masters and then a doctorate in bioengineering.  She taught at 
Penn State.   Later on, she got involved in computers, using computer 
chips to develop and operate artificial limbs that would be as natural 
as real ones.  She never made any real money.  This was my job.  But she 
was good at it, from the little I could understand, and she had a good 
reputation in her field. 

After five or so years of marriage, we still didn't have any kids.  It 
got a bit frustrating for her, and for me.  I like kids, especially 
teaching them football.  So I got involved with the local school sports 
programs.  It was fun and it was good for business.  Suzi just got more 
involved at work.  It wasn't something we talked about. 

I guess we grew more distant.  I started fooling around.  I had plenty 
of time and a lot of freedom to go where I wanted.  And Suzi was always 
working.  She never said anything.  She must have known -- our town 
isn't so big, I'm pretty hard to miss, and for sure she's not stupid. 
But she kept quiet.  Maybe it didn't matter to her anymore. 

Except for one day, when she confronted me with a letter some girl had 
written to her. Somebody I'd dumped decided to get even.  What could I 
say?  She ranted and raved, and I mostly hung my head, but after awhile 
I gave it back too.  Hey, everybody does it, I said.  Just look around 
you.  Her face got really tight and tears rolled down her cheeks, but 
she didn't cry like most women.  She just went on talking and arguing, 
with the wet streaks reflecting the kitchen lights.  I think she got a 
little harder after that night, but she didn't say anything more. 

It was hard after that to really make up.  I tried a few times, but I 
got nowhere.  She always seemed to be working.  Then I gave her some 
flowers and took her out to dinner for her birthday and we had some 
pretty hot sex that night.  It was almost good enough to give up fooling 
around.  But not quite.  I really did like the variety, and being 
married and fooling around seemed to be the best combination, so I went 
back to the old life.  Before too long, the sex tailed off again, 
although we'd still go at it, wordlessly, a couple of times a month. 

It was around then that she got in the auto accident.  Nothing terribly 
serious, but she was laid up for a few months and had to go through 
physical therapy to move properly afterwards.  I think the discipline 
appealed to her, and she became very committed to her workouts, hitting 
the weights as hard as I ever did.  It was something to see those little 
muscles start to develop on her.  I have to say that she got pretty hard 
and defined, especially her abs and her legs.  She was proud of them 
too.  It was hard for me not to laugh at them.  I mean, for all her work 
I could still handle her as easily as I ever could, even though I rarely 
did more than weekend scrimmaging and walking around a golf course.  
After all, my arms were easily twice the size of hers and I always had 
strong legs.  I'd get a kick wrestling her now, letting her try to 
escape and almost succeeding, then pulling her back with one arm.  She'd 
get really mad.  We had a couple of really good sessions, I'd have to 
say, at least from my perspective.  But overall, her tight little body 
just couldn't compete with the buxom, breathless twenty year olds I'd 
meet in Pittsburgh on my business trips to headquarters.  That's just 
the way it was. 

A few days before my twenty-eight birthday, Suzi called me at work to 
say that she had a surprise for me and wanted to make sure I took that 
afternoon off.  She had a certain intense excitement to her that day, 
which I'd always found exciting, and as I said, it wasn't hard to 
arrange my hours to accommodate any sort of meeting.  So I agreed.  
After all, she was my wife.  I hardly saw her at all the next two days, 
and then on my birthday itself, she took the whole day off, which was 
very unusual for her.  I couldn't believe she was going to all this 
trouble for me and I felt a little guilty about it.  But it was nice. 

At about three I met her at her lab, which I hadn't seen in years.  
First we had a little birthday cake -- a cupcake actually, because she 
said the surprise wouldn't work well on a full stomach. I laughed.   
"What do you have in mind?  Sex on a full stomach's never gave me a 
problem," I told her. 

"Oh no, Robert," she replied.  "Not sex.  Football.  You and me." I 
looked at her, puzzled.  "I rigged up a virtual reality football game 
with your old team when you were All American. And I'm going to play 
against you." 

"I don't understand." 

Her mouth twitched.  She hated having to explain things to me.  "Putting 
it simply," she said, gritting her teeth a little, "I wrote a program 
that will put each of us on a football team playing the Orange Bowl.  
We'll each wear virtual reality suits that will simulate our actions on 
the field and all the sensations, except that we can't get injured.  So 
we can play against each other, as hard as we want.  The really fun part 
is we can change our bodies, virtually of course, to make ourselves 
bigger and stronger than we are, and the computer will redraw the bodies 
and make them react just that way.  So I can be just as big as you are, 
or bigger even. Or you can make yourself an eight foot giant, although 
that would make playing too easy for you.  We can trade off having those 
controls each quarter.  You first.  You can play defense and offense, on 
the line and halfback, and I'll do the same for my team." 

I looked at her in disbelief.  "Will this really work?" 

"Well, you can tell me after the first quarter.  It felt real to me, but 
what do I know about these things?  So I tried it with one of my 
students.  He thought it was pretty good." 

I nodded.  "Thank you Suzi.  I'm really touched.  I don't deserve this." 

She smiled a little.  "It is your birthday, after all." 

"OK then, let's go." 

She showed me how the controls worked, and I listened, but I really 
didn't want to change anything for the first quarter.  The whole 
experience would be so novel anyway. 

We stripped down and put on full body suits, which felt uncomfortable at 
first, but soon Suzi activated a cooling unit and turned on all of the 
apparatus and instantly I was transported to the Orange Bowl.  I saw her 
run onto the field with the other team.  She looked funny in a football 
uniform, so much smaller than all of the other players, but she seemed 
determined.  I hung back on the kickoff to our team while I got used to 
moving around in my suit, but on the third play I got the call and drove 
the ball for a first down.  It was incredible, almost like the real 
thing.  I looked back and saw Suzi sprawled on the ground.  I had run 
over her without even knowing it.  I gave her a hand to help her up. 

"Sorry.  Are you all right?" 

"I'm fine.  I told you, we can't get hurt.  I'm going to get you 
though." 

"Oh sure.  We'll see about that." 

The next play I had a blocking role, and I made sure I lined up to go 
after Suzi, just to teach her a lesson.  With the snap I headed right 
for her and knocked her off her feet in an instant, sending her flying 
about three yards.  I had to admit it felt good, and any misgivings 
vanished once I saw her snap right back up. 

We gave up the ball a few downs later and punted.  On offense, I went 
for some of the bigger linesman, and got flattened myself a few times, 
which Suzi seemed to enjoy watching.  Then I saw her line up on the end.  
I cheated, assuming she had set the program to give her more plays than 
a 5'9", 120 lb. player would normally get.  At the snap she took off and 
I followed. She was nimble and managed to elude me for a moment and grab 
a pass, but I nailed her solidly and the ball popped out of her hands 
for a fumble, which I easily returned for a very satisfying touchdown. 

With that under my belt, I lost a little interest in the game and 
started going after Suzi.  Time after time I lined up opposite her and 
ran her down.  A few times I let her push against me, but it was fun to 
sweep her away at will.  I could see her getting more and more 
frustrated.  After all, she was fairly competitive.  But this was my 
treat, and she must have known I would enjoy it, so I didn't worry about 
it too much until the end of the quarter as the second ticked away when 
she said, "you know, the next quarter's going to be a little different.  
I hope you're ready."  I grinned, wanting to nail her one last time when 
the whistle blew and we got ready to switch sides. 

We walked together down the field. 

"You know I'm going to make myself bigger for the second quarter." 

"Yeah, I guess I figured you would." 

"Just so long as you're warned.  How about a snack?" 

"In the middle of a game?" 

"It doesn't matter.  You won't get cramps.  You should try some virtual 
food.  You can make it taste like anything." 

"You're kidding.  How about a extra large milkshake?" 

"Done."  She looked away.  I assumed she was fiddling with some 
controls, and then she came back and handed me a cup.  She drank one 
too.  "Mine is Chardonnay, and I won't get drunk no matter how much I 
have.  How's yours?" 

"It tastes a little funny." 

"I'm sorry."  She turned away.  "There.  Is that better?" 

I took another sip.  The taste practically exploded off my tongue it was 
so sweet.  "Wow. One of these in real life and I'd blow up like a 
blimp." 

"Well, don't worry about it.  It's fat free, not even virtually," she 
punned.  "Now, watch this!" She turned away and stopped walking.  I 
guess she was working on some control panel. Then she turned around to 
face me.  Immediately she started growing both in size and muscle, along 
with her uniform.  In seconds she was just as tall and broad as I was.  
She rolled up her sleeve and made a muscle.  I had to laugh as it rose 
out of her arm.  It looked exactly like mine!  In fact, except her a 
still very feminine ass, a tight waist that looked a bit out of place 
above her musclebound legs and a pair of enhanced breasts that now stuck 
impishly out of her chest, she looked like a carbon copy of my body.  
"Now you'll have some real competition, buster.  Let's see what you get 
away with this quarter."  With that, she slapped me on the bottom, 
pushing me several feet away.  I hadn't expected such strength, but now 
I would be ready. 

We lined up opposite each other on the first play.  It was very 
distracting to see her large breasts pointing down at the ground, 
bouncing slightly as she bobbed with the count, especially with my 
computer simulated teammates ignoring the sight completely.  She was set 
to block for the run and I was ready to gun for her, eager to feel what 
her virtual muscles would feel like against my real ones.  I heard the 
signal and sprang into action, crashing into her legs and upending her 
and passing her to throw the runner for a loss.  It felt great. 

"You see, it's more than just strength Suzi.  It's reflexes and training 
too, and I've had years of that." 

She glared at me and said nothing. 

She dug in for the next play.  I had a feeling she would get the ball 
and shaded back a few steps to follow across.  Sure enough, my instincts 
were right.  I weaved through the blockers and hit her directly.  She 
staggered but didn't go down.  I clung onto her, but she kept going a 
few more yards until with the help of two others we brought her down for 
an eight yard gain. She swaggered a bit after that but avoided my eye. 

Her quarterback made a silly long pass on second down, so with third and 
two the next play would be a push for the first down. We lined up 
directly opposite each other. Once again I saw her breasts swaying, and 
I could feel myself getting a little hard.  I heard the count, then went 
for her, but she was quicker.  She upended me and the fullback plowed 
right through the hole where I'd been for a ten yard gain.  Now she was 
chuckling. 

I couldn't let her beat me.  She trotted out halfway down the line for 
first down.  At the snap, she tried to get by me.  I bumped her, but I 
bounced right off.  She got away and grabbed a pass and went all the way 
to the twenty.  This was getting worse. 

I could see their team was keying in on our matchup now.  I lined up 
opposite her.  She got the ball and I charged her, but she twisted out 
of my grasp and went down to the thirteen.  She grinned at me, baring 
her teeth, and then sashayed back to the line of scrimmage, just to rub 
it in.  I wouldn't let her get away with it.  I saw a pass coming, but I 
was determined to run her down.  We lined up and at the snap I headed 
right for her.  She held me off easily for four seconds while her 
quarterback timed his pass and connected with a touchdown. 

"Ha!  We've got you guys on the run now!  And I've got your number too." 

I shook my head.  "Just a lucky series, that's all." 

"You think so?"  She gripped my arms.  "See how soft you are?  You 
haven't worked out properly in years.  I've programmed your physique for 
myself from when you were twenty, when you were hitting the weights for 
hours a day.  I'm as hard as you ever were.  I'll beat you every time 
now, now that I'm used to this body." 

"How did you --

"Heh-heh.  I didn't tell you everything about the program.  It's just 
another one of the variables." 

"I never know you were a cheater Suzi." 

"Hmmph.  You're one to talk." 

We were lined up now for the PAT.  I gritted my teeth.  This was going 
to be a tough quarter for me, but I wasn't going to roll over.  I waited 
for the snap then rocketed myself directly at her, knocking her flat on 
her feet.  I didn't block the kick, but I took her out of the play. 

I turned around to run downfield without saying a word. 

The kickoff was short and we didn't have much time to group.  Just two 
of us were there to block and I  ran ahead.  I saw Suzi gunning for me 
and braced myself, then feinted a bit to catch her off guard.  She 
adjusted quickly and slammed me into my own man, who fumbled.  I was 
glad she hadn't programmed any team interaction. 

The rest of the quarter went the same way.  She was quicker, stronger 
and tougher than me. Even if I got by her with the ball, two times out 
of three she had the strength to reach ahead and pull me back for a 
tackle.  And the only way I could drop her was with a head on advantage.  
On the open field she could duck me or fend me off time after time.   
Finally the whistle blew. 

"OK Suzi, you've had your fun for now.  But now it's my turn." 

She nodded and clicked on something.  I could now step out of the field 
through a little window and take a control panel.  I quickly punched in 
some new parameters: Massive biceps, peak conditioning, doubling of 
weight, etc.  And I reversed her conditioning.  Instead of having the 
conditioning of a 20 year old, I'd add eight years to her age.  That 
would show her. Sure she'd probably do the same to me in the fourth 
quarter, but I'd have my fun pounding her into the turf for now.  I 
entered the set up and went back inside the field to activate it, 
crossing my arms to be even more imposing. 

"Wait 'til you see what I've --" 

But something was wrong.  I wasn't growing.  She was!  Before my eyes 
she was turning into a superamazon, her chest puffing out with new 
muscle, her arms bulging into globes of power with biceps the size of 
her head.  She checked her new muscles with her fingers. 

"Wow, now this is power!  I can hardly dent these myself!  So unusually 
kind of you." 

"Wait this must be a mistake!" 

She flexed her bicep, which soared into the air.  "Rowf!" she growled. 

"No, no.  This isn't what I wanted." 

"Tough, baby.  Too late to change it."  She reached over and picked me 
up by my jersey as if I weighed as much as a kitten.  "Oh, you're going 
to get a real pounding now, sweetheart.  I never would have given this 
much strength to myself.  You're so, so greedy." 

I lined up for the kickoff.  Suzi took the ball and sped downfield, 
swatting my teammates aside like they were flies.  I avoided her and let 
her score. 

I lay back again on the kickoff and watched Suzi flatten our ball 
carrier on the eleven yard line. But now there was no avoiding her.  She 
lined up opposite me and licked her lips. 

"I'll get you, you little chicken," she growled.  The ball was snapped 
and instantly she was on top of me, grinding me into the turf with one 
easy motion, then catching our quarterback on the six.  On the next 
play, she backhanded me across the line, sending three of us down with 
one blow as she nailed our fullback for a safety. 

"This is great!"  She bounced up to me and lifted me in the air and 
slammed me down again.  I heard the whistle blow for a penalty, but she 
just ignored it.  Instead, she reached up for the goal posts and started 
bending them toward the field.  "What a trip, being so strong.  I never 
dreamed it would be so much fun." 

I felt totally disgusted.  Why bother, I asked myself?  I ran off the 
field and disappeared into the locker room, then out the door.  The area 
outside the stadium was very strange.  Evidently it hadn't been written 
into the program.  It was grey and indistinct, as if it were just 
background.  I heard Suzi coming after me. 

"What are you doing?  The quarter's not nearly over." 

"I've had enough of this so-called birthday present." 

"Oh no.  It's my turn next, and then it's time for my big surprise."  I 
stared at her.  "Ok, ok. No more football.  Just give it a chance, ok?  
I know I got a little carried away back there." 

"A little?  Well, what did you have in mind?" 

She turned and stepped out of my field of vision. 

"This is really what I had planned all along." 

Suddenly, we were back in the lab, but it seemed even more vivid than 
the real lab was.  The colors were brighter, my senses seemed sharper.  
I felt like I had my real body back.  I was dressed now just in my 
jockey shorts, and when Suzi reappeared she was back to her normal size 
and dressed in a cotton bra and panties. 

"Hmm.  This is more like it," I said. 

"You do have a one-track mind, Robert, but virtual sex is a wholly 
different experience from the real thing.  I've rigged our bodies to be 
much more sensitive in all respects.  You'll have feelings you've never 
imagined before, I promise you." 

She danced toward me and licked my neck, which sent a shiver all the way 
down my spine and back up through my head.  My god!  I felt more from 
that half second of her tongue than I'd ever felt in my life. 

"Needless to say, the safeties are off.  But it'll be worth it." 

I bent down to kiss her and the touch of her lips lit up the room like a 
flash bulb.  She fingered my penis lightly, and I felt like an electric 
current was running through my body.  I wondered, with a brief sense of 
possessiveness, how much experimenting she'd done with this program, but 
it was hard to concentrate on anything but the feelings coursing through 
my body. 

"Oh,oh," I said, a little embarrassed, "I feel like I'm going to come 
already!" 

"Go ahead.  You can come as often as you want. It's virtual, remember?  
It's all happening through the direct stimulation of your brain.  The 
physical reactions of your real body are irrelevant to what you're 
feeling." 

I couldn't believe it.  No holding back?  No waiting?  I put my lips on 
her breasts and surrendered to the sensations rippling through my body.  
She trembled too.  I came once, twice, and I hadn't even entered her 
yet.  I couldn't wait, but she gently pushed me back. 

"Hey, relax big guy.  We have as long as we want."  She ran her hand 
down my chest and across my abs, then up the side of my torso and down 
my arms.  "Did I ever tell you how much I like your body, even though 
you've let it go just a little.  You do have such nice, big muscles.  
Show me how hard you can make them."  My whole body was tingling.  This 
was more like it.   I obligingly flexed my arms for her.  "You guys are 
so lucky, you know, being so strong."  She leaned over and kissed my 
biceps, burrowing around them with her tongue.  I shuddered.  "Now do 
you like your birthday present a little better?" 

"Hey, what do you think?  But why all that other -- oh I can't even 
think about anything else while you're doing that!" 

"So why try?  Just enjoy it." 

I held her firmly, finding a new sensuality in her lithely muscled 
frame.  I pulled off her underclothes, pushed her down onto the lab 
table and found my way inside her.  Oh the feelings, like entering into 
the tunnel of paradise.  Each time I pushed I came again, and I felt her 
orgasms pulsing each time in return.  I was lost in a sea of sensation.  
What an invention. She'd be able to market this thing for billions.  But 
I didn't have time for two consecutive milliseconds of thought, not with 
the feelings I was having. 

After about fifteen minutes though, I started feeling a little woozy.  I 
opened my eyes and pulled away a fraction.  "Hey Suzi.  Are you sure 
this thing is safe?  I don't feel quite right." 

"Oh yes.  Perfectly safe," she murmured, purring more than talking. 

I looked down at her body.  It had changed!  She was more muscular than 
before. Her arms were rounded, and her stomach was hard and defined.  I 
arched upwards a bit and looked down at myself.  I was a little smaller, 
my arms flatter, my legs thinner.  I pushed against her to see myself 
more clearly, but she curled her legs around mine to try to keep me on 
top of her. 

"Where are you going, sweetheart?  The program still has at least 
another half hour to run." 

"What are you doing to me, Suzi!?  I'm getting smaller!" 

"It's just the program, sweetheart.  I added a little variety to it.  
Let go. Enjoy the experience." 

"But I'm feeling funny, weaker."  This was taking a new twist, and there 
was something about it I didn't like. 

"Of course you are.  You are weaker.  And I'm stronger.  Come on, feel 
what it's like.  Touch my new muscles!  I bet you' ve never made love to 
an amazon before." 

Actually I had.  Without my knowing it, one of the buxom twenty year 
olds I'd picked up a year ago turned out to be a member of the Pitt crew 
team.  Six feet tall, with a body as hard as glass, once you got past 
her tits, and a temper too when she found out I was married. 

"Look Suzi," I answered.  "I still don't like this game of yours, 
whether it's on the football field or in your lab."  She tried to hold 
me down but I pushed myself off her, my weakened virtual muscles 
overcoming hers only with difficulty, and retreated to the other side of 
the room. 

Suzi got up slowly and walked toward me, stopping in front of a bookcase 
about ten feet away.  "Oh come on, lover.  How can you pass up an 
afternoon of continuous orgasm?  I can't believe you'd miss such an 
opportunity." 

"I think your games are too weird for me, Suzi." 

She put her hands on her hips.  "What is it with you?  Why don't you 
ever want to play my games?  You don't think I'm sexy enough?  Is that 
it?"  She ran her hands slowly over her breasts and suddenly they popped 
outward, round and firm, like they had just developed on a fifteen year 
old girl, and with perky circular nipples erect enough to poke my eyes 
out.  "Is this more what you like? 

The extent of my interest was obvious. 

"Hmmph!  I thought so."  She smiled grimly.  "Well, that's not me!"  She 
put her hands on them and pushed them against her chest.  When she took 
her hands away, the Playboy Magazine breasts were gone, replaced by her 
own smaller ones.  "Aww!  Just look at you.  So disappointed.  Tell you 
what.  I'll wrestle you for it.  If you win, you can make my breasts as 
big as you want.  If I win, I get to play my game." 

I eyed her new muscles and shook my head.  "What's the point?  You'll 
just make yourself stronger than me.  You're already more than halfway 
there. You'd do anything to prevent me from winning." 

She stared up at me, smirking a little.  "So, you don't trust me to play 
fair, do you?" 

"Sorry, no.  I've had enough of your manipulative, self-serving games." 

She looked up at me more sharply.  "Oh, is that so, Mr. Fair and Square? 
Well, I don't think I'VE had enough.  I haven't had enough of your love, 
of your time, of your attention.  Not for years." 

"Suzi, this is hardly the time or the place for --

"It's exactly the time AND the place.  Maybe there isn't anything I can 
do about your feelings, but there's a lot I CAN do in this lab that I 
haven't ever been able to do before.  I'm sick and tired of the way you 
just do what you want.  You think I don't know?  What makes you think 
you can just get away with it?  What makes you think you're entitled to, 
just because you're a man?  I've tried talking to you, not talking to 
you, seducing you, ignoring you.  None of it makes a difference to you.  
You've got as much sensitivity as a lump of coal." 

"If that's how you feel, maybe we should just get a divorce." 

"I don't want a divorce.  I don't want to be alone.  I don't want 
someone else, who would probably be even worse.  I want you." 

I shrugged.  "Well, this is me.  This is what you get." 

"You men!  You think you set the terms for life.  And trying to control 
everything, you reduce it all to two things: sex and power.  That's the 
only way to get to you.  You're too thick to get anything else.  Well, 
it would take too much energy to titillate you for the rest of my life.  
So it will just have to be power." 

I stared at her.  "Right.   What are you going to do?  Blackmail me?  
Get me fired from my job?  What kind of power do you think you have over 
me?" 

"Hmmph.  I've got you hooked up to my program, don't I?"  She looked 
down at her arms. "You know, it's always driven me crazy.  No matter how 
hard I work at it, I can't develop enough muscle to put you in your 
place.  But here --" She paused a minute, reached into the bookcase and 
took out a set of small barbells.  Then she continued, grinning a 
little, "a little exercise can go a long way."  She started pumping out 
single arm curls slowly.  With each repetition her biceps grew bit by 
bit, first higher, then broader.  Then with the base of the muscle fully 
established, her biceps started expanding more rapidly.  Instead of 
expanding and contracting with each curl, they popped up each time she 
tensed her muscles but didn't go down when she let go.  Then they grew 
more in the next flex until each of her arms pulsed with power, her 
biceps erupting in sharp peaks on top. 

"Ah, that's much better!"  She grabbed me and pulled me against her.  
"Neat trick, huh?  Now, Robert," she purred, putting her hands on my 
shoulders and holding me firmly, "do you think you just might be a teeny 
little bit weaker than me now?  I really don't think you'll have 
anything to say about what I'm going to do to you." 

I struggled to get away, but she just crushed me against her more 
tightly, laughing just a bit wickedly.  "Oh do try harder!  I like the 
feeling of being stronger."  She bent my arms behind my back. 

"Ouch!!  You're hurting me!" 

"Yes, Robert, the safeties are off.  Isn't this pain realistic?  You'd 
better fight back.  Who knows what I'll do next." 

Her arms were huge and their strength was irresistible, but I hadn't 
seen her do anything more to her stomach.  I quickly brought my knee up 
and rammed it into her. 

"Ooof!" she gulped and bent over, letting go of my wrists for a moment, 
and I slipped out of her grasp and darted away.  She coughed a few times 
and her face turned red.  "Serves me right," she croaked, coughing some 
more, "for allowing my development to be so uneven." 

"This is so stupid, Suzi", I yelled, rubbing the circulation back into 
my arms.  "What the fuck are you trying to prove anyway?  That you can 
beat me up inside your fucking computer?  Is this what gets you off?  
You're even more of a loser than I'd ever imagined." 

Her head snapped up at that comment.  "Is that what you think of me?" 

I ignored her question.  "What a birthday!  What a waste of time.  I 
should have played golf." 

She glared and advanced toward me, her huge arm muscles tensed.  I 
backed away, but there was no place to go.  I tried a door but the 
handle didn't even turn.  She obviously hadn't written any escape routes 
into her program.  She grabbed me again and painfully pinned my arms 
against the wall, then, satisfied that I wasn't resisting, backed off, 
keeping her hand on my chest, and bound my legs together with a strap 
that conveniently appeared on the lab table behind her. 

"Ease up, Suzi.  You're hurting me again." 

She smiled.  "How ironic to hear that complaint from you, considering 
I've had to lie under you all these years.  Anyway, now that I've done 
my arm exercises dear husband, let's see what I can make of you.  But 
first, let's get a little closer." 

She put her powerful arms around me and held me tightly, squeezing her 
body into mine so closely that I could hardly breathe.  Soon I started 
feeling woozy again, like before, but without any of the compensating 
orgasmic sensations.  The pain increased too, as if the pressure from 
Suzi's body on mine was spreading.  It was no longer concentrated where 
her arms held me.  Instead, my whole body felt crushed against something 
rock-hard.  Then after one final push she pulled back a few inches so I 
could see her, now completely covered with hard, bulging muscle while I 
was reduced to a teenager's slender build. 

"Oh this is so nice, having all the muscle in the marriage!  But wait!  
I don't think I've been thorough enough.  How about a little massage?"  
She picked me up and slapped me onto the lab table and pressed my body 
up and down with her fingers like she was kneading dough, painfully 
compressing my softer, smaller muscles at will, while my protesting 
fists bounced off her with no effect at all.  And to my horror, with 
each squeeze I seemed to lose more muscle mass, while she got even 
bigger.  Soon I was looking at her twenty-six inch guns, while mine 
barely cracked ten inches. 

She lifted me off the table, handling me as easily as a toy and stood me 
on my skeletal legs. "We're getting there, but I'm not finished yet." 
Now she started pressing down on my shoulders, and, just as if I were 
made of putty, the room started rising around me.  Not only that, her 
head started rising twice as quickly, until soon I was staring right 
into her massive chest. 

"What are you doing to me?" 

"Oh Robert, there isn't room for all this muscle when I'm only 5'9.  I 
don't want to look like a freak.  I thought I'd just borrow some of your 
height. There, now I'm about 6'3", and you're about 5'6".  It's about 
time you learned to look up to me.  But," she added, squeezing my 
shoulders inward, "I'm not broad enough!"  It was the strangest 
sensation, being compressed and reshaped at her will.  Soon my shoulders 
were about as wide as those of a thirteen year old girl's, and my thin, 
feeble body fit neatly inside her widening chest.  "Now, haven't I make 
you feel all safe and warm?"  I wanted to shake my head, but before I 
could answer she started nibbling my ear, snapping my erection back to 
life and pulling me back inside her, or at least pulling the virtual 
Robert inside the virtual Suzi.  Again, I was lost in a continual state 
of orgasm, and although I could still feel my strength ebbing away and 
her body still growing and hardening beneath me, there was nothing I 
could do.  Ok, I thought.  Let her have her fun.  A half hour of this 
wasn't exactly torture.  And then later, back in the real world, I'd get 
my revenge. 

Slowly I felt the sensations begin to die away.   I opened my eyes again 
and stood up, as did Suzi.  There she was, absolutely massive, cut and 
hard.  Her chest broad and muscular, her abs dancing in front of me at 
her slightest whim, her legs thick and powerful enough to kick their way 
through a door.  And me?  A small, thin, soft shell, with a flabby 
stomach, drooping chest and pipestem arms and legs, weak enough probably 
that the proverbial 98 pound weakling could handle me with one arm tied 
behind his back.  I struggled to make a muscle in my arm and saw only 
the barest twitch in my biceps, which was probably no more than my 
pulse. 

"Ok Suzi.  Very nice," I said, my voice sounding distinctly squeaky.  
"You've had your laughs at my expense.  Let's get back to reality now, 
if you don't mind." 

"No, no.  Let's wrestle.  My left hand against your whole body." 

"No.  I won't do it.  This has to be the most bizarre birthday present 
I've ever gotten, and I've had enough of it.  Exit program.  Or 
something like that." 

She sighed.  "What a boring little nerd you are.  OK, then.  If you want 
to go back to the real world . . . ."  She pivoted and stepped out of 
the screen.  I heard a sound, then felt the weight of my body suit again 
and her voice, this time with my real ears, from inside the suit.  "Come 
out now."  I felt the buckles and pulled at them, but it was harder than 
I'd remembered.  I figured my hands must be a little sluggish after 
hours of virtual activity.  Finally, I undid them and peeled the suit 
off. 

Wait a minute, I thought, as the suit tumbled to the floor.    This 
wasn't my body.  This was the body of the weakling she'd made me in the 
last part of the program.  And there was Suzi standing next to me, 
looking DOWN at me, grinning from ear to ear, and clad in layers and 
layers of bulging, hard muscle. 

She took hold of my upper arms in her hands and pulled me up to her 
roughly.  "Well hi there, little Robert.  Happy Birthday!" 

I pushed hard against her -- as hard as my feeble little arms could -- 
but for all my effort she held me in place without even tensing her 
muscles.  "No, no.  This isn't possible," I cried. 

"It isn't?"  She let go of one of my arms and flexed, pushing her 
towering biceps into my face. "Looks real to me.  Anaesthesia through 
direct stimulation of the cortex.  Regenerative transplantation of bone 
and muscle.  Autonomic conditioning.  Hormone therapy.  Skin grafts for 
me and reduction for you.  All of it is very possible it would seem." 

I jerked my head backwards, away from the hard mass of muscle rising out 
of her arm.  "Undo this, Suzi.  Give me back my body," I tried to roar, 
but only managed a pitiful squeak. 

"Very intimidating!  Why don't you make me?  Or look for the 'undo' 
button.  Whoops!  I forgot to put that in the program!"  She lifted me 
into the air like I weighed no more than a kitten.  "This is even more 
fun in real life than through the computer.  Look how terrified your 
are!  Afraid I might eat you?  But there's nothing left to eat!  Ha-ha-
ha-ha!" 

"Oh how sweet!  No more lording your manly strength over me, Robert.  No 
more making fun of my 'little peaks.'  No more trips to Pittsburgh to 
pick up those babes.  No more golfing with your clients.  I bet you 
couldn't hit a ball thirty yards.  I don't think you'll even want to be 
seen outside anymore.  You can work out, sure, get back into your old 
routine.  But it will take you years of work for you to have even a 
normal man's strength, and even then, how strong can a 5'3" narrow-
shouldered little guy get?  In the meantime, if you're not good, I just 
may hook you up to my little machine again and make you smaller."  She 
looked down at her rippling washboard stomach with pure satisfaction.  
"Happy birthday, baby.  So nice of you to give ME a present this year."