VR Muscle by Marknew742@aol.com Muscle by Virtual Reality 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 worth 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 a bit gawky, completely unathletic and if it hadn't been for me, wouldn't know 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. 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, 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. "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 5'6" 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 the field and jiggled the controls a bit more. "This is really what I had planned all along." Suddenly, we were back in the lab, but it seemed even more vivid than the 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 in a cotton bra and panties. "Hmm. This is more like it." "Virtual sex, Robert, is a wholly different experience from the real thing. I've rigged our bodies to me 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 her lips lit up the room like a flash bulb. She ran her hand down my chest and lightly fingered my penis, and I felt like an electric current was running through my body. "Oh my god! 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. I held her firmly, finding a new sensuality in her lithely muscled frame, and pushed my way inside. 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 suddenly 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 smaller, my arms flatter, my legs thinner. She curled her legs around mine to keep me on top of her. "Where are you going sweetheart? The program still has another half hour to run." "What are you doing!? I'm getting weaker!" "It's just the program, sweetheart. I added a little variety to it. Let go. Enjoy the experience." "But I'm feeling funny, weaker." "Of course you are. You are weaker. And I'm stronger. Come on, feel what it's like. I bet you' ve never made love to an amazon before." Actually I had. Without 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 I don't -- "Besides," she purred. "I don't think you have any choice in the matter." She put her arm on my shoulder and pulled me back down to her. "Enjoy the ride, Robert." I struggled to get away, but 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 feel my strength ebbing away and her body 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 maybe I'd get a little revenge. Slowly I felt the sensations begin to die away. I opened my eyes again and stood up, as did Suzi. There she was, with massive arms, 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 what about me? A thin, soft shell, with pipestem arms and legs, weak enough probably that the proverbial 98 pound weakling could handle me with one arm tied behind his back. For a laugh, I struggled to make a muscle, and saw only a twitch in my biceps, which was no more than my pulse. "Ok Suzi. Very funny. You've had your fun." "No, no. Let's armwrestle. My left arm against your leg." "No. I won't do it. This is the most bizarre birthday present I've ever had, and I've had enough of it. Exit program. Or something like that." She sighed. "What a bore you can be. OK." 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 on. You can come out too." I felt the buckles and undid them, my hands feeling a little funny after hours of virtual activity, and peeled the suit off. Wait a minute! This wasn't my body. This was the body of the 78 pound weakling I had been in the last part of the program. And there was Suzi standing next to me, grinning from ear to ear, clad in layers of hard muscle. She took hold of my upper arms in her hands and pulled me to her roughly. "Well hi, Robert. Happy Birthday!" "No, no. This isn't possible." "What isn't? Regenerative transplantation of muscle? Autonomic conditioning? Anaesthesia through direct stimulation of the cortex? All of it is very possible, as you can see." "Undo this. Give me back my body." "Not in this life, babe. Unless you can make me." She lifted me into the air like a kitten. "But I don't think you will. You're my toy now, Robert. No more lording your manly strength over me. No more trips to Pittsburgh to pick up those babes. I don't think you'll be taking your clients on any more golf outings, do you? I don't think you'll even want to be seen outside anymore. Oh, you can try to work out, but it will take you ten years to rebuild the muscle you've lost, and in the meantime, if you're not good, I just may hook you up to my little machine again." "Happy birthday, baby."