VR Muscle (Expanded)
by Marknew742@aol.com

Author's Note:

Dec 2000 -- 
I know I've been slow to post new stories this year.  It's been a 
very busy year at work, leaving me little time to write anything 
entirely new.  Unfortunately I can't see things changing any time 
soon.  Editing and adding to existing stories is easier, and I 
have DOUBLED the size of this one.  I will also have a somewhat 
expanded version of my Johanna and Jedd Oh No story for you.  I 
may also do some more collaborations, like the effort with Sea 
Raven.  

Hopefully things will change in the future and I will get back to 
a greater output of new work.

---Mark



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 University of Iowa, 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.  As Rob Quigley, former All American, 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 
our old school.   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.  She saw a 
divorce lawyer and she drew up a separation agreement, but after 
we signed it we just stayed together anyway.  She didn't really 
want to leave me and I wasn't that keen on going out on my own so 
long as she wasn't hostile.

But after that it was clear we'd never 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 with Ohio State."

"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 special part 
is we can change our bodies 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 a good simulation.  Actually, 
he said it blew his socks off."

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

She smiled a little.  "I know, but it is your birthday.  After 
all, you're my husband."

"OK then, let's go."

She showed me how the controls worked, and I listened, but I 
didn't pay too much attention.  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 vacuumed up 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 
height 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 a lot like mine.  Of course she had given herself a very 
feminine ass, a tight waist that looked a bit out of place above 
her musclebound legs and a pair of enhanced breasts that stuck 
impishly out of her chest, but there was no denying that she now 
had a very powerful 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 power from her, 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 making rude comments about them.  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 training."

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.  "I think you've gotten 
soft, big guy.  You haven't worked out properly in years.  I've 
programmed myself to have the physique you had when you were 
twenty, when you were hitting the weights for hours a day.  I'm as 
hard as you were then, and my female reflexes are faster than 
yours.  Now that I'm used to this body I'll beat you every time."

"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," said replied pointedly.

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.  He muttered under his breath that I didn't belong on the 
field and I would have started a fight then and there, if he were 
real.

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.  My teammates were clearly annoyed 
with me for my inability to handle my assignment and tried to 
compensate, but Suzi always got to me. 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 studied 
the controls this time and punched in new settings: Thirty inch 
biceps, seven more inches of height, peak conditioning, fifty 
pounds of new muscle in my legs, faster reaction times, etc.  And 
I reversed her conditioning.  Instead of having the conditioning 
of a 20 year old, she'd have ten years added to her real age.  
She'd be huffing and puffing up and down the field now.  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.  Meanwhile I could feel myself softening, my physique 
taking on the burden of being thirty eight instead of twenty 
eight.

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

"Wait!  This is a mistake!  I must have gotten the controls mixed 
up."

"Aww, and I thought you liked the idea of my being bigger than 
you," she teased.  She flexed her biceps, which soared into the 
air menacingly.  "Rowf!" she growled.

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

"Tough luck, babes.  That was the whistle.  Too late to change 
it."  She reached over and picked me up by my jersey as if I 
weighed as much as a kitten and swung me from side to side.  "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 pointed at me and flexed her biceps, which burst through 
her jersey and bent her shoulder pads to a right angle.  She lined 
up opposite me and as I irresistibly stared at her hanging tits, 
she alternately flexed her pectoral muscles, pushing out her tits 
in turn.  I could have sworn I heard them booming like jungle 
drums.  She licked her lips.  

"I'll mash you, you soft little wimp," 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 as if she was spiking the football.  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 gray and indistinct.  
I heard Suzi coming after me.

"What are you doing?  The quarter's just begun."

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

"Oh no.  Don't be a sore loser.  It's my turn next, and then it's 
time for my big surprise."  I stared at her.  "Ok, ok.  We'll call 
the quarter over.  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 for your birthday 
surprise."

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 
funny.  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 
I didn't like it.

"Of course you are.  You are weaker.  And I'm stronger.  Come on, 
feel what it's like.  Touch my 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 stone, 
once you got past her tits, and a temper too when she found out I 
was married.  

"Suzi," I answered.  "I still don't like this muscle 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 great 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 orgasms?  I can't believe you'd 
miss such an opportunity even if I do get a little virtual muscle 
out of it."  

"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?  I put up with yours."  I 
shrugged.  "Is it that 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, but larger, 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 the 
way I see myself!  I'm a strong, mature woman, not a toy."  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 
control everything in this program.  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.  Not the way this has been going.  There's always some 
little twist to your 'treats.'  Yes.  I've had enough of these 
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 you're right, I do control 
things here, and in case you haven't noticed, there's a lot I CAN 
do in this lab that I haven't ever been able to do before.  You 
see, Robert, I'm sick and tired of the way you just do what you 
want.  You think I don't know what you've been up to?  What makes 
you think you can get away with it scot-free?  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.  Take it or 
leave it!"

"Ha!  That's what you think!  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.  Power.  So 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?  I'm like 
a god here!"  Her mouth got that hard shape she took on whenever 
she was really determined.  She looked down at her arms.  "You're 
right.  I do control things here.  I'm halfway to being as strong 
as you, and now I'll just work out a little." 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 a bit, first higher, then broader.  
She pulled on the weights and they grew, looking heavier.  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.  They were 
frighteningly large.

"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 fighting you when I'm the stronger one."  She bent 
my arms behind my back.

"Owww!!  You're hurting me!"

"Yes, Robert, the safeties are off, remember?  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 a day, 
spending it with you.  I should have played golf with my buddies."

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 
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 me trapped with her hand on my chest.

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

She smiled.  "How ironic to hear that complaint from you, 
considering I've had to suffer under your weight all these years.  
Anyway, now that I've done my arm exercises, dear husband, I'll 
take care of the rest of me and see what I can make of you.  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, 
completely covered with hard, bulging muscle -- shoulders that 
looked chiseled in stone, a six-pack stomach, a bodybuilder's 
legs.  She lazily pushed me further away.  In frustration at how 
easily she handled me, I swung my arm against hers and saw in 
shock that she had taken most of the muscle from my arm.  She 
pinched my nipple painfully, and when I looked down to grab her 
hand to pull it off, I saw that I was reduced to a normal man's 
build.

"Oh this is so nice, being the muscle in the marriage!"

"You're a fucking lunatic Suzi!  Let me go!"

"You know Robert," she said primly, "I don't like your tone."  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 muscles at will, while my protesting 
fists bounced off her with no effect at all.  Each squeeze seemed 
to go more deeply into me.  She picked me up and flipped me over 
and did the same to my back and legs.  When she finished, she 
slapped my ass and lifted me off the table, handling me as easily 
as a toy and stood me on my skeletal legs.  I felt shaky and I 
quickly saw why.  My thighs jiggled with each movement and even my 
thin chest sagged.  

"Ha-ha!  I like that kind of tone on you much better!   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 she was a head taller than me and I 
was staring right into her massive chest.

"What are you doing to me?!"

"Oh Robert, you don't exactly think I want to look up to you, do 
you?  Besides, with all this muscle, I would look like a freak at 
5'9".  So I thought I'd just take some of your height. There, now 
I'm about 6'3", and you're about 5'10".  It's about time you 
learned to look up to me.  But," she added, squeezing my shoulders 
inward, "I'm not broad enough yet"  It was the strangest 
sensation, being compressed and reshaped at her will.  Soon my 
shoulders were about as wide as those of a slender man and my body 
fit neatly inside her widening chest.  "Now you'll fit in your 
little sports car much more easily, won't you?"  I wanted to shake 
my head, but before I could answer she started nibbling my ear, 
snapping my erection back to life.  It was still the size it was 
before she shrunk me.  She chuckled and caressed it, until it 
stood straight out, pointing at her thigh. "Very good, Robert.  
And now, for my next trick!"  She lay down on the table and lifted 
me on top of her, my head resting on her chest, pressed against 
her small breasts.  She pulled me inside her, but as I started to 
move she grabbed each of my biceps and forced me to lie still.  
"Not yet!" she ordered.  "You're not ready!"

"Damn.  I'm hard as a rock.  I'm --

She squeezed my biceps more tightly to reinforce her point.  My 
arms felt like they were being crushed and I stopped, realizing 
there was nothing I could do.  I could feel her pulling further 
and further inside her and realized she was making my shaft grow 
even larger.  Hey, I was pretty well endowed to begin with.  This 
wasn't bad at all.  Again, I was lost in a series of orgasms, each 
one of which seemed to drain away more of my energy, as if I could 
feel my strength ebbing away while Suzi's body still grew and 
hardened beneath mine.  Still, there was nothing I could do.  Ok, 
I thought.  Let her have her fun.  A day 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 tentatively, my legs feeling even more wobbly, 
Suzi bounced to her feet.  There she was, looming in front of me, 
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?  Well, my dick was almost a foot long and as thick as my 
shrunken fist, and I could see where she got the muscle for it.  I 
lifted my arms and my triceps drooped.  My biceps looked 
distinctly flabby.  I struggled to make a muscle in my arm and saw 
only a pathetically small rise in my biceps.  She'd made me a weak 
man.

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

"Oh no.  Not when I've gone to this much trouble.  Why don't we 
wrestle?  How about my left hand against your whole body?"  She 
lay her forefinger across my forearm and encircled it, squeezing 
it painfully.  I tried to pull away but she held me firmly!  She 
closed the rest of her hand around my arm and lifted me in the 
air, letting me dangle in front of her. I hit at her arm with my 
free hand.  Her muscles were so hard and mine so weak that I 
didn't even make a mark on her skin.  She laughed.

"All right then.  It'll be football.  Time to go back to the game.  
What was it, the third quarter?"  

"I thought that game was over.  It's been --

I suddenly was dressed in a football uniform again.  She pushed me 
at the wall, and I went right through it, hurtling back onto the 
gridiron right at a dozen Buckeye cheerleaders.  I couldn't stop 
myself and crashed into one of them and bounced off, falling to 
the ground.  She turned to me, annoyed that I had disrupted her 
cheer and then started laughing at me.  I stood up and she laughed 
even more when she saw how thin I was.  "You're the All American 
halfback everybody's waiting for?!" she squealed.  She pushed me 
and I tumbled into one of the other cheerleaders.  She grabbed my 
arm and spun me around, sending me flying toward a third, the 
tallest of the group.  She was an inch taller than I was now.  She 
let me hit her full force and just absorbed the blow, then held me 
by my shoulders and called over the smallest cheerleader, who was 
several inches shorter than I.  "Hey Charleen!  C'mon, line up 
against this guy."  

Although she was short, Charleen had muscular legs like a dancer's 
and looked very sturdy.  She was also very attractive, as coeds 
can be, with a round coquettish face and a full bust, about a 34C.  
She did a few cheerleading jumps and waved her pom-poms, then 
handed them to one of the other girls.  Meanwhile the stadium 
announcing was saying, "And the Hawkeye halfback, Rob Quigley, has 
returned to the field!"  The whole stadium crowd was watching us 
now, clapping their hands and roaring.  Charleen bent down in a 
three point stance opposite me and shook her ass.  The tall 
cheerleader pushed on my shoulders, forcing me down to the ground 
too in the same setup.  She took her microphone and called out, 
"Thirty-five, fifteen, six, hike!"  Charleen charged into me, 
knocking me flat onto my back.  The crowd laughed and cheered, 
then roared even louder when Charleen pulled me up, then sent me 
sprawling again with a hard slap to my rear.  I felt totally 
humiliated, even though I knew the girls, and the crowd, were just 
simulations.  

I got up and started walking toward the exit, but the girls lined 
up to stop me from leaving the field.  I tried to run through 
them, but my flabby muscles left me slow and clumsy, and they 
nimbly blocked my path and pushed me in the opposite direction.  
Finally Charleen put her arm through mine to "escort" me over to 
my team's bench, about fifty yards away on the opposite side of 
the field.  

She gripped my arm tightly and held me very close.  Her fresh 
scent was intoxicating.  As she walked me slowly across the field, 
her breast bounced against my arm with each step and her hip 
bumped me each time she swung her ass from side to side.  I was 
getting aroused very quickly.  I tried to pull away, but in 
reaction she pulled me still closer.  To my horror, I realized 
that the enormous dick Suzi had endowed me with was rapidly 
hardening and sliding upwards.  As we reached the middle of the 
field it popped out of the waistband of my pants, although it was 
still covered by my jersey, which hung loosely outside my pants.  
I began to walk more stiffly.  Feeling the head rub against the 
rough material of the jersey only stimulated me more and I could 
feel it extending by an inch every few seconds.  Like a snake it 
was moving steadily upwards and outwards, and as luck would have 
it, it was also slanting directly toward Charleen's forearm.  I 
could see it now pointing outwards from within my jersey.  I tried 
desperately to distract myself, thinking of taxes, of my fat 
sister, of attending human resources seminars at my company, but 
they all paled beside Charleen's flowery aroma and the flop, flop, 
flop of her breast against my arm.  There was nothing I could do.  
She slowed down slightly and looked at me, then her face looked 
strange for a moment and she looked down at my chest.  From up 
close the outline of my dick pushing out my jersey as it pounded 
like a hammer against her arm was clear as could be.  Her eyes 
opened wide in amazement and she slowly moved her arm a couple of 
inches away, dragging mine along.  Freed from that constraint, my 
shaft jumped outward another several inches.  My heart pounded.  

"Is that for real?" she said quietly, barely audible above the 
crowd.  I nodded.  "How big?" she said, a bit more loudly.

"I don't know," I replied softly.

"What?  You're mumbling ... wimp." she replied sharply, slowing 
her pace even more. Then, moving her arm back toward my body so 
that it grazed my still growing member she added to herself, 
"Unreal!"  Aware now of her effect on me, she resumed marching me 
across the field, but now she made even surer to flaunt the roll 
of her breasts and began massaging my dick with her elbow every 
few steps, making sure I stayed fully stimulated.  Then she 
pressed the length of it with her arm and started rubbing it up 
and down.  From a distance, it looked as if she was elbowing me in 
the gut and that I couldn't stop her.

"Oh god no!  Please!" I begged.  She just laughed and grabbed my 
dick with her fist through the jersey and started to jerk me off.  
To the crowd, it looked now like she was bullying me by pulling my 
jersey, and they cheered her on.  How could they know what was 
under my shirt?  "Ungghh!" I moaned trying to hold on, but that 
just encouraged her to move her fist on me harder and faster.  
"AAGGH!" I cried and came like fireworks, practically collapsing 
onto her.  I checked for the usual sticky flood. Thankfully in 
Suzi's virtual world I came without making a mess.  But I still 
felt shaky.  Those orgasms really packed a punch.

"Come on, get off me now," she said brusquely and forced me back 
on my feet.  I wobbled a bit, relying on her tight hold to steady 
myself and then I slowly straightened up.  Something was not 
right.  I was staring at her bust.  It was pushing her top out 
even more than before.  I looked at her, and she at me.  The angle 
was wrong, and I realized we were closer in height.

"You're even more of a wimp than before!  Do you shrink or 
something when you come?"  I started to say something.  "Hey!  
It's not just you.  I'm bigger too.  Look at my skirt. It's 
higher.  And my boobs!"  She squeezed the arm holding me and I 
felt a muscle that wasn't there before.  "Stronger too!  Hey wimp, 
too bad for you."  She gripped me tighter and started marching me 
again until we reached the bench.  "Here's your little halfback," 
she announced.  "Now we can start playing again."  With a shake of 
her hip, she bumped me one last time and knocked me to the ground.  
She did a double biceps pose, her muscles pushing up her sweater, 
and then turned and shook her tail at me.  "We're gonna kill ya'".

I looked at the rest of the team, each of whom towered above me.  
"Hey, you guys don't really need me out there, do you?"

The quarterback looked down at me.  "You have to play.  You're our 
All American."  There were sniggers all around.  "Anyway, we just 
have eleven, including you.  You're the only halfback we have, and 
you're our lineman too."

"I'll get killed.  I'm too small to play."

My teammates laughed.  "You should have been working out -- like 
the Wolverines halfback over there -- instead of being Mr. Stud!  
Come on, let's get started."  

They put their helmets on and ran out to kick off, dragging me 
with them.  We were starting from the point I'd run off the field.  
I saw Suzi downfield.  Our kicker got off a deep kick, and their 
receiver flipped it to Suzi, who took off like a rocket and 
smashed through our team.  I let her score, to the jeers of the 
crowd.  I avoided the action again on their kickoff, but there was 
no avoiding the scrimmage line.  Suzi lined up opposite me again.  
Now I felt completely dwarfed.  In her padding she was three times 
my size.  Her hulking arms were thicker than my legs.  

"Are the safeties on?" I asked quietly.  She nodded.  Well OK.  At 
least she wasn't going to kill me.  I'd give it my best shot then.  
At the snap I aimed low to trip her, or at least tangle her up, 
but she took a step forward and caught me on her leg, then kicked 
it up, sending me fifteen feet in the air and threw our 
quarterback down for another sack.  He got up slowly, then fell, 
his leg buckling.  I appealed to the refs, and they huddled for 
several minutes.  The game was over.  The Hawkeyes must forfeit.  
At last!  I looked for Suzi, but she was in the middle of a large 
crowd celebrating the Ohio State victory.  I tried to get over to 
her, but I couldn't make it through the crowd, and soon she'd 
disappeared into a mob of fans.  So what was I supposed to do now?

I wandered back toward our side of the field and waded through my 
dispirited teammates and into our locker room.  There was nothing 
else to do in my uniform, so I took it off and showered, my 
teammates again pointing at my puny muscles, while averting their 
eyes from my huge tool.  Suzi had thoughtfully put properly 
fitting clothes in my locker, a short sleeve polo, blue jeans and 
a sweater I remembered she'd bought me one year, so I dressed and 
left the stadium.  

The detail in the program was incredible.  It was our old campus, 
looking just as it had when I went to school.  I had a feeling she 
did more than do the physical setting, so I headed over to my old 
frat house.  I was nearly there someone tapped me on the shoulder.  
It was Marie!

Marie was a girl I had dated freshman year before I had met Suzi.  
At the time, I had thought she was the love of my life, and we'd 
slept together pretty soon after we'd met.  She was about 5'9 with 
a nice butt and round, pert boobs.  She was pretty pissed at me 
when I dropped her for Suzi, but we'd make up every so often, and 
the fact was I ended up spending a few nights with her sophomore 
and junior years before she dropped me completely senior year for 
a guy who was going to medical school.  

"Is that Rob Quigley, the 'All American' I see?  What've you been 
taking?  Anti-steroids?" 

"Very funny Marie.  Uh, no.  It's uh, Suzi.  She's --

"Oh, the great brain, huh?   What's she doing, experiments on 
you?"

"Yeah, something like that."

She put her arm around me.  She was almost as tall as I was now.  
"Come on and tell me about it. Or are you going back to her room 
for some more experiments?" she giggled.

"Uhuh.  I'm through with her," I said evenly.

"Huh, that's what you always say.  Well, come back anyway."  We 
headed for her sorority house and went into the living room.  They 
kept it pretty warm.  "You remember Penny, right?  And Allison?"

I sure did.  Allison was a gorgeous, leggy redhead with a top-
heavy figure and a low, sexy voice.  She'd made a pass at me when 
she was drunk one night and almost scratched my eyes out when she 
woke up in my bed naked.  She and I had been barely on speaking 
terms since.  She was stretched out on a sofa, with a t-shirt and 
shorts on, her long legs hanging over the edge.  I lingered near 
the door.

"Who's this, Quigley's little brother?" Allison said.

"No, it's Rob himself," replied Marie.  "I know he looks like a 
runt, but I'd know him anywhere.  He says Suzi did an experiment 
on him."  She hovered next to me and touched my arm.

"Good.  We saw him in the game couldn't believe it was really him, 
but I was hoping.  He's always been too big for his britches."

Penny looked at me coolly.  She was a small girl, just 5'2" or so, 
and couldn't weigh more than 100 pounds, but she had a wholesome 
face and lively eyes and was one of the brightest girls in our 
class.  She was also one of the few real feminist types at the 
school.  She always seemed angry at me, probably because she knew 
I didn't share her political beliefs, or maybe she was that way 
with all men.  I didn't really care.  "Looks like the experiment 
was a success," she quipped, digging her fingers into her back 
jeans pockets.  Her tiny tits tightened slightly against her 
"Women on Top" t-shirt.  Of course, she wore no bra.

"Come on, Rob, tell us.  What'd she do to you?" Allison asked.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Well, it's obvious whatever the explanation, he's lost his 
strength and if I know her she's found a way to take them for 
herself." said Penny.

"You mean, she's got his muscles now?" Marie asked.

"Most likely.  That's the sort of thing she would do.  She's 
really into gaining power, mostly from an individual rather than 
gender or class perspective."

Allison looked at Penny blankly and then twisted her body to look 
at me more closely, the shelf of her breasts extending straight 
out.  She looked me up and down and chuckled.  "Hey, come a little 
closer Robbie.  You can hang out with us."

Marie put her arm around me.  "Yeah, you can have a drink.  We've 
got beer."  She pulled me and I stumbled forward in tow.  "Wow!" 
she exclaimed.  "You're really ...."  She bit her lip.  Allison 
giggled and Penny tried to suppress a smile.

I was perspiring, whether from embarrassment, my discomfort at 
being with the three of them or the temperature of the room I 
wasn't sure.

"Aren't you hot in that sweater, Rob?"  Allison asked.  "We won't 
mind if you take it off."  I nodded in agreement.  I'd pass out if 
I didn't, so I pulled it off.  Marie took it from me and tossed it 
across the room.  It landed on the floor.  She stood between me 
and the door, Penny sat next to me and Allison was directly in 
front of me on the sofa.  She sat up, her cleavage very prominent 
through the vee of her tee.  She pulled her t-shirt down to smooth 
it, compressing her breasts for a moment until they firmly 
reasserted themselves.  Looking at her was making me hard.  Now 
all three of them were staring at me, and I knew what they were 
looking at.  Allison stretched out her leg and rested her foot on 
my crotch, massaging it.  "God!" she exclaimed.  "You definitely 
are right about Suzi doing it for herself, Penny.  You would not 
BELIEVE what he has in there!"  I tried to step backwards, but 
Marie was right there blocking me.  She reached around and 
unsnapped my jeans and pulled my zipper down.  My dick sprang out 
through the hole in my shorts, almost immediately extending over a 
foot in length.

I acted cool.  "Hey, you girls want to jerk me off, that sure is 
fine with me.  Any day."

"We're going to do whatever we want to do," Marie answered.

"We were at the game Rob," Allison added.  "Right up close.  We 
saw that cheerleader push you around.  I bet any one of us can do 
the same."

"And there are three of us," noted Penny, "none of whom likes 
you."  She nodded at Marie, who pulled my pants down and pushed me 
onto Allison, who held me while Marie pulled off my shoes and 
pants.  Then she pushed me away and Marie caught me and stood me 
up.  There were bouncing me around like a billiard ball.  So that 
was it then.  How was I going to get out of this?  I wasn't 
fighting back ... yet.  I wanted to see what they were up to 
first.  I'd leave myself the element of surprise, since I knew I 
didn't have the big strength advantage I ought to have.  And 
anyway, I kept reminding myself, it was just a simulation after 
all.  

"He's not taking us seriously," Allison said.  "Let's make him."  
She stood up in front of me.  With her Dr. Scholes sandals she was 
a couple of inches taller than me and she looked down at me with a 
very self-satisfied smile.  "You're always so smug.  Well, be smug 
about this!"  She slapped me hard across the face.  My face 
exploded in pain and I stumbled to the side.  Marie grabbed me and 
twisted my arm.  I elbowed her in the stomach with my free one and 
she let go.  I scrambled toward the door but Allison was in my way 
and blocked me with her shoulder, pushing me back to the middle of 
the room, where Marie, mad as hell, drew her long fingernails 
across my chest, leaving three deep burning scratches.  "You 
bastard!" she screamed at me.

I stared at them in shock.  They were determined to beat me up.  
And with the safeties off they were going to hurt me.  I had to 
defend myself.  I looked behind me.  There was a brass table lamp 
I could use to take one of them out.  I twisted back and grabbed 
it, planning to smash it against Marie's or Allison's head.  I 
lifted it, but instead of hurtling at Marie, its weight toppled me 
backwards and it fell noisily on the floor.  

"He's so weak," crowed Allison, "he can't even pick up the lamp!"  
She stepped forward and held me firmly by my upper arms.   I 
struggled but I couldn't break out of her grip.  "See?  I'm 
stronger than he is, just like that cute lil' Buckeye 
cheerleader."

I tried the same maneuver on Allison as I tried on Marie, but she 
was stronger than Marie and I couldn't move my arms enough to hit 
her.  "Look at him!  He can't do anything to me at all. His 
muscles must be really soft.  Feel 'em Marie."  

Marie clutched my biceps with both hands and squeezed.  I winced.  
"I guess so.  I don't know.  He's still stronger than me I think.  
You've always been strong, and I can't really lift that lamp 
either.

Allison grunted.  "Well, at least I know I could take him.  What 
about you, Penny?  You're being awful quiet.  I thought you were 
going to help."  Allison whacked me on my bare behind and I let 
out a quiet groan.  "Not that I totally mind being the one to beat 
him up."  She turned me around.  "There are a lot of girls like me 
who'll get a kick out of the new Quigley.  And kick 'im too!" she 
added with a laugh.

Just then, the phone rang.  Marie went into the other room.  
"Hello?  Oh hi.  Uh huh.  Yeah, he's sure changed.  Allison and 
Penny.  Really?!  No shit!  You're really serious?  And you don't 
mind if we do?  OK.  Gee, thanks."
  
"Who was that?" Allison asked.

Marie didn't answer.  "Let him go for a minute, Ally.  Just don't 
let him get away.  The door's locked, isn't it?  Nobody's coming 
back?"

"Everybody's at the party at Tau Epsilon," Penny said.  "But I can 
lock the room too."  She went over and turned the key in the door, 
then pocketed it.  "What's going on?"

Marie pulled off her top and unhooked her bra.  Her firm round 
breasts sprung out and she danced in front of me.  "Ally, you get 
undressed too.  And you too Penny, if you want."  

Ally looked at her quizzically.  "Why do you want to give him a 
strip show?"

"Trust me, ok?"

Allison looked doubtfully at Marie.  "Well, ok."  She let me go 
and reached down to the bottom of her t-shirt with each hands and 
pulled it off with one easy motion.  Her breasts bobbed slightly 
and she leered at me.  "Uh uh uh," she sang.  "Mustn't touch or 
I'll break your little hand."

"God!  His thing is huge!"  Penny exclaimed as my erection started 
to build. Marie danced over and grabbed my tool and started 
pumping it.  "What are you doing?!" Penny said.

I groaned.  "Hey!"  I grabbed her hand to stop her, but I could 
only slow her down and she kept squeezing me anyway, keeping up 
the stimulation.  It wasn't like I was going to pry her fingers 
off.  "Oh god!"

"What's the matter Robbie?   I thought you liked the idea," she 
teased.

Allison laughed.  "I don't know what you're up to, but I'm sure I 
can help get him where you want him."  She swayed her hips 
provocatively and let her bosom bounce, while pursing her lips.  
"How long can you hold out, Robbie?" she teased, coming closer and 
swinging her breasts in front of me.  My grip on Marie's hand was 
weakening.

"I don't understand you guys at all!"  Penny said coldly.

Free to move her hand as she liked, Marie stroked me harder again 
and sped her strokes.  "Unnggh no!" I cried, shuddering as I came.  
Marie held me tightly, pumping me more gently as the lesser spasms 
continued until they were fully played out.  I felt limp.

"What's this all about?" Penny repeated.

"Look at Marie!" Allison exclaimed.  

Marie was looking at herself, and smiled to see her pert breasts 
grow a half size and her tummy tighten.  She flexed her arm and a 
small muscle popped up.  She held my arms and brushed her body 
against me lightly and I quickly responded, my penis making the 
long climb upwards again.  She stroked me harder now, then knelt 
down and took me in her mouth, nibbling, sucking and blowing, 
holding and squeezing my ass firmly all the while.

"Gaghh, no.  Please no, Marie.  I ... oh no.  Please. You'll ... 
aghh!  I'm gonna ... oh don't make me --

Allison laughed and held my face against her breast.  "Don't you 
want it Rob?  Most guys'd kill for the change to suck my 
spectacular boobs!

"Ohhhh!" I cried as I came again, with the top third of my organ 
tightly encased in Marie's mouth.  She kept sucking and licking 
it, and I must have come for a minute.   My knees felt weak and I 
sagged to the floor, but Marie caught me and picked me up as she 
rose.  She was an inch taller than me and her arms were now easily 
the biggest in the room.  She flexed them and full-sized biceps 
rose from her arms.

"Ohmigod!" said Penny.  "You've become a friggin' amazon!"

"Yeah," she replied, looking down at me.  She was just a shade 
smaller than Allison now, and just as busty, but with powerful 
arms.

"And Quigley's even smaller,"  Allison said, standing closer to 
me.  I only came up to her eyes now.  "Let me try."

I ducked her and headed for the opposite side of the room, but 
Marie reached out and grabbed me before I got away and lazily 
yanked me back.  "Oh no you don't!  Go on, Allison."

Allison expertly took my tool in her hand and lightly stroked it.  
"Mmm, so long and thick.  What a great toy you have, Rob.  You 
must be so proud of what it can do!"  Her touch was so feathery it 
was driving me wild.  She gripped it firmly for a few seconds and 
pumped it, then relaxed it again, making subtle circling motions 
around the base, then held it between two of her fingers, bent 
down and breathed on it, her hot, moist breath enveloping it in a 
cloud of desire.  She nibbled on it, then ran her tongue up and 
down the long shaft, making me shiver with pleasure.  She caressed 
it with her long fingers and chuckled in her low voice.  "Oh yeah, 
that thing's gonna do such things for me, isn't it Rob?.  You're 
gonna make me even sexier and stronger than I am now, right?  Just 
what you wanta do."  

She put her tits on both sides of the head of my dick and pressed 
them together, rolling them around.  I groaned, "No, no!"

"Hmm hmm.  I know you like that.  Just think of them getting even 
bigger and firmer, Robbie.  Round and firm, bursting out of my t-
shirt, deliciously pink, with my tight nipples sticking straight 
out, pushing my tight, tight t-shirt out even further for everyone 
to see."

"Nngh, nngh," I muttered, unable to move as Marie held me firmly 
in place.

"Yeah, yeah.  Try to hold it back, but you can't," she said 
confidently, pushing them even closer so that they pressed against 
fully half of my shaft in their warm pillowy softness.

"Aaagh!  No!  No!" I cried, coming again.  She cradled me in her 
arms, my penis enveloped in her soft chest.  I could feel her body 
grow and harden, except for her breasts which flowed into me with 
the soft insistence of a river.

"Ooooh, that was a gooood one!" she exclaimed, rising to her feet.  
"I must be over six feet tall.  Quigley's just up to my chin.  
Should I have another go at it?"  She pumped her biceps and looked 
at them critically.

"Come on, do it!" Penny said.

Allison sighed.  "I don't know.  They're already as big as Rob's 
used to be.  I don't want to look like a guy!"

Marie burst out laughing.  "With those tits?!!"

"I know!" agreed Allison, "but still --

I was creeping away toward the window.

-- it doesn't look feminine."  She spotted me.  She leapt across 
the room and with one hand swatted me to the floor.   "Heh heh.  
But being so strong sure does have its advantages."  I was 
struggling to get up, but with little effort she held me down with 
her hand across the small of my back.  "Is it just me Rob, or are 
you even weaker than before?"

"He is.  I can tell from here!" Penny said excitedly.  Then, more 
calmly.  "It's uh, a clearly asymmetrical phenomenon.  Marie and 
you got much taller and stronger than he shrank, but he's 
definitely gotten smaller."  

"I think even you could take him now Penny," Allison said.

"Yeah, well, I've never been into sports and I'm a lot smaller 
than you guys and --

"Come on, what are you afraid of?  We won't let him hurt you."

She blushed.  "Yeah, well -- it's just that -- um, I, uh, never 
really, you know, touched a um guy's er thing before."  Her voice 
trailed off.  "You guys must think I'm such an idiot."

Allison laughed, but Marie shot a look at her.  "Hey, Penny.  
Don't be embarrassed.  There's a first time for everything.  Just 
because you're a brain doesn't mean you've done everything."

Allison was still shaking her head.  "I should've known.  But hey, 
now's a great time to start."  She picked me up from the floor and 
put me down next to Penny.	

I was still about five inches taller than Penny, but I was feeling 
so much weaker than when I came in.  The lack of tone in my 
abdomen was giving me a small paunch, and my legs and arms jiggled 
when I moved.  Penny looked at me with distaste.  "His thing is so 
ugly!  Do I have to DO something to it to get it to stand up?"  
Her face wore an expression of complete disgust.

Allison put her arm around Penny.  "You're never going to get 
anywhere with it if you act like that Penny.  Don't you wanna be 
big and strong like me?"  Penny sighed a yes.  "Well OK then.  
You've got to make yourself a little attractive for him, you 
know."  Penny scowled.  "You can do it.  You're pretty cute you 
know, and you have a nice face and figure, even if it's a bit on 
the petite side."  Allison pulled at Penny's t-shirt to lift it 
up, but Penny grabbed the bottom and held onto it.  Allison 
sighed.  "You're making it hard -- hey, I know!  Just trust me, 
ok?"  Penny let go, and Allison tied the bottom in a knot, 
exposing Penny's midriff.  She moved to the back and tied a knot 
there too, tightening the shirt on her bust.  "You know, a little 
work on your hair and some makeup would -- OK, OK.  I'll shut up," 
she giggled.  "Come on Marie, let's leave them alone together.  I 
want a snack.  Just yell if you need us Penny, otherwise, take 
your time."  She turned to me.  "And don't you try anything 
Quigley," she added, wagging her finger at me.

So there I was, alone with Penny.  "Hey, you don't have to do this 
if you don't want to, Penny.  Don't let them pressure you."

"Oh shut up!"  She reached forward and grabbed my limp dick.  

"Ouch!"

"Well what's wrong with it?  Just because I'm not built like some 
magazine centerfold, you can't get it up?  I thought you were a 
pneumatic wonder machine."  I ignored her.  She started pumping 
it, much too hard, and I pushed her back.  She let go and 
stumbled, hitting the wall.  "I bet you'd like nothing better than 
to beat me up.  Well, be warned!  I've had training."  She came 
back at me, looking angrier and in a combat stance.  

"What is that, something from a self-defense class?" I asked 
mockingly.

She came in, arms flailing.  I blocked most of them, and then 
pushed her away again, sending her careening across the room.  It 
looked funny and I couldn't help laughing.

"Excuse me, Penny.  You're the one attacking me here."

She let out an war cry and hurtled herself at me from across the 
room.  It looked so funny that I couldn't properly prepare myself 
and when she crashed into me I fell over.  She sat on top of me, 
her knees digging into my arms.  I thrashed around, but I couldn't 
move my arms and she was sitting too high for me to dislodge her 
with my legs.  She looked down at me triumphantly and smiled even 
more when she saw I was half-erect.  She grabbed me again, a 
little more gently this time, and started probing my tool 
tentatively.  I tried to ignore it, but although she didn't really 
know how to bring me off, her touching was enough to arouse me.  

Encouraged, she stopped for a moment and stripped off her shirt.  
Allison was right.  Although Penny was small, her breasts were 
perfectly round and firm.  I was getting harder.  I closed my eyes 
not to look at them, but in my mind's eye I could still see them.  
In fact, in my imagination they were growing larger.  So I opened 
my eyes again.  She was staring at my tool, her green eyes bright 
with excitement as it stuck up straight in the air, thick and 
hard.  Her small hand fit around it perfectly and her hand motions 
were working better now, not good enough for me to come, but 
enough to build my arousal.  I was feeling that ache in my balls.  
I had to stop her.  I started bucking my hips to knock her off, 
but she deftly shifted her weight around and stayed on top, and my 
efforts quickly weakened.  The exertion softened me somewhat, but 
once I stopped she quickened the pace and I very soon I was close 
to coming yet again.  The slight bobbing of her left breast as her 
arm rubbed against it caught my eye, and that finally sent me past 
the point of no return, so that even the clumsiness of her 
unpracticed hand was only delaying the inevitable.  Finally I had 
to surrender myself to it and exploded with one of the longest 
orgasms I've ever had.  I closed my eyes, to at least enjoy the 
fireworks, and couldn't help sighing with pleasure.  Her own sigh 
and a sudden increase in her weight brought me back to earth. I 
opened my eyes to see Penny transformed.  She had grown a full cup 
size, although her breasts were still perfectly round and erect, 
and her arms had sprouted lemon sized biceps.  She stared at them 
with open-mouthed astonishment and then looked down at me with a 
predatory smile.

"Incredible!" she said softly.  "Make me bigger!"

"No!" I protested.  "Let me go!"

She shook her head, her breasts swinging.  "Oooh, look at them 
bounce!  They've never done that before."  She moved her shoulders 
and they bobbled around.  "Allison's right.  I'm not at all bad 
looking.  But I can be even better."  She took hold of me firmly 
and tried to bring me off again, then slowed down and bent over 
me, letting her breasts sweep lightly over my chest and face.  I 
couldn't help but look at them hang from her chest, so round and 
full, like grapefruit, and I started getting hard again.  She felt 
it and her hand responded, gripping me more tightly.  I groaned.  
"Uh huh, I can tell that's how you like it.  It's really easy to 
learn.  Allison was doing it to you before, just like this," she 
said, caressing it softly around the base and letting her nipples 
touch it as it got longer and longer, then stroking it more firmly 
again.  "I can hear you breathe funny.  Does that mean you're 
about to come again?"  I shook my head.  "Liar!" she laughed, 
reducing the pressure to a bare tickle and watching me squirm.  
She ran a single finger up and down the length of my dick.  "Women 
like to be teased a little.  It makes us come even harder when we 
do.  What about you, Quigley?"

I was breaking out in a sweat and rocked from side to side again 
to push her off me, but my efforts had even less of an effect than 
the first time.

"Yeah, Quigley.  Rock and roll!"  She held me firmly again and 
pumped me up and down, and just when I was about to come again 
stopped and instead pushed her breasts around the head and held me 
still.  My balls were really aching now and I groaned again.  "I 
like to hear you make that sound.  C'mon, let me hear you moan 
louder."  She was just barely touching me now with the tips of her 
fingers and perversely I was straining my body to get closer to 
her.  "Yeah!  You can't wait to make me stronger, can you?  I bet!  
You just love the idea of this radical, feminist, intellectual 
bitch turning into the strongest, sexiest female in the world, 
right?  A woman who has absolutely no interest in you as a man 
developing a voluptuous, powerful body?  And you can't wait, can 
you, to have more of your muscle melt away into nothingness, to 
shrink just a little bit more?"  She smiled sweetly as she 
continued to play with my tool, tantalizing me.

"It's not real.  None of this is real!" I yelled.

"Oh yeah?"  She cupped my balls.  "Then you wouldn't mind my 
giving these a little squeeze?"  She tightened her grip a little.

"No!  No don't!"

She laughed.  "I didn't think so."

"The - the feelings are real, but you're not!  And nothing that's 
happening is real.  This is some virtual reality shit my wife -- 
Suzi -- is doing to me.  But I'm not getting any smaller!  And you 
don't even exist!  You're just in my head."

"Wow!  I'm convinced!  You should be on the debating team, 
Quigley."  She started pumping again to get me harder.  "But one 
little question for you. What if she never lets you out?  What if 
you have to stay in here with all of us non-existent people -- who 
are a whole lot stronger than you?  Who can push you around at 
will?   Where all the girls think you're a total wimp?"

Before I could answer, she gripped me tightly again and pumped me 
quickly and in five seconds I exploded.  I settled back onto the 
floor, limp and exhausted, and stared up at her and then groaned 
again as her growing body pressed down even harder on mine.   Her 
breasts grew before my eyes and were now easily a 36D, still round 
and firm, sticking out even further than before.  Her abs now had 
a tight sixpack and her calves felt like iron bars on top of my 
throbbing arms.  Her arms and shoulders looked like a heavyweight 
boxer's, her biceps bulging even as her arms hung loosely at her 
sides.  She bounced to her feet and touched herself in amazement, 
cupping her breasts and then feeling her biceps.  She reached down 
and pulled me up, lifting me off the ground and into the air by 
accident, then settling me on my feet.  I was barely an inch 
taller than she was.

"Wow!  I can't believe how strong I am!"  She bent down and pulled 
her t-shirt over her, which now barely covered the bottoms of her 
breasts.  She tore the sleeves so that she could push her arms 
through.  The words "Women on Top" were now stretched out by the 
upper part of her breasts.  "I like this," she said, as she 
advanced on me again.  I stepped backwards until I tripped on the 
coffee table and tumbled onto the sofa.  She lifted her leg and 
smashed the table in two pieces with a kick.  She looked down at 
me and chuckled.

"Hey, are you all right in there Penny?"

"I'm fine Marie!  I need some more time with him, OK?" Penny said, 
toying with my dick.

"Yeah sure.  I want to take a shower.  Do you want me to wait?"

"No.  I'll be able to handle him by myself."

I took her hand to push it away from me, but Penny squeezed it, 
crushing my fingers together.  "Aaaggh!" I cried out in pain.

I heard Allison and Marie laugh.  "I bet you can!" Allison 
replied.

Her grip was like iron.  "Gagggh!  Let go!  Let go!!"  I screamed, 
twisting under the pain as she smiled.  "Oh god!  That hurts so 
much!!  What do you want?  Aren't you strong enough already?" I 
whined.

She shook her head and relaxed her grip slightly.  "No, and you're 
not small enough.  Unfortunately for you, my idea of femininity is 
different from Allison's."  She flexed her right arm and admired 
the apple-sized muscle that popped out of it.  "I really wish all 
women could be physically powerful like this."  She pulled my arm 
up and ran her finger up my flat upper arm.   "And all men were 
like you, soft, helpless, subservient...."

"You're crazy!  You're -- owwww!"  She had picked me up by my 
underarms and was holding me up in the air.  

"I bet you really like my breasts now.  Watch this."  She flexed 
her chest and her breasts popped up and down.  God, they were so 
large and beautiful.  I felt an unwelcome tingle in my groin.  It 
was starting again.  I tried to shut off the feelings, wondering 
in the back of my mind whether this was in fact what Suzi had 
planned for me, to keep me hooked up to this virtual reality 
machine forever.

She put me down on the couch and sat next to me, pumping me 
furiously with one hand while she held me down with the other.  
She didn't waste any time teasing me this time and I came in just 
twenty seconds.  She stopped long enough to watch her biceps grow 
and her t-shirt rise another inch up her chest, exposing her 
nipples, and then started on me again.  She pushed me backwards 
and hung over me, letting her huge breasts rest on my face.  I 
couldn't help myself and felt my long dick quickly stiffen.

"Oh yes Robbie!  Yes!  Make me bigger!" she moaned.  She grabbed 
my hand and stuck it between her breasts, which had grown so large 
that my hand was swallowed up in her cleavage.  "Come on, feel 
them.  They're so large now, and so soft.  Don't you want to suck 
them?"  She pulled up her t-shirt and they exploded outward from 
the tight cotton.  I was fully erect, and her hand went at me 
again.  With every stroke her breasts billowed and rippled.  I 
shut my eyes against the awesome sight, but she lowered her chest 
and rubbed my face with her erect nipples.  I had no resistance 
against that kind of "attack."  I'd never seen or felt such 
breasts, and my penis throbbed with desire.  I couldn't stop 
myself and I came hard again.

"AAAAHHHH YES!" she cried.  "Oh that was a GOOD one!"  The sofa 
groaned under her weight and she stood up.  "I am a goddess!"  I 
opened my eyes to look.  She was easily 5'10".  Her breasts were a 
double or triple D, but her biceps were beyond description, larger 
than Arnold's were at his peak.  She picked up the brass lamp I 
had dropped with one arm and held it straight out in front of her, 
balanced on her palm, and then lifted it using only her wrist.  
Her biceps tensed, and I realized I had seen them relaxed before.  
They popped another 5" in size, putting Arnold's to shame.  She 
turned to me and burst out laughing.  "Stand up.  Stand up, 
Quigley!  I've got to see this."  She put the lamp down and pulled 
me up, her strength so great that I flew into the air, only to be 
jerked back down.  I was a good 5" shorter than she was now, down 
to 5'5".  She flexed her biceps in front of my face.  "Look at 
this muscle Quigley, and look at yours."  She grabbed my arm and 
held it next to her soaring mound of muscle while her thumb 
compressed mine down to the bone.  

"Oww!  Let go!  Owwww!  Please let go!" I cried.  I tried to pull 
away but her hand was like a vise.

"You're already so small and soft.  And I'm going to keep taking 
more of your strength until you're as weak as a little kitten." 
Taking my other arm she lifted me into the air.  "You're so light!  
Is it because you're muscle's almost gone, or because I'm getting 
so strong?"  She tossed me higher and then grabbed me by the hips.  
"Might as well try it this way.  It worked so well for Allison."  

She started nibbling on my penis with her lips and tongue, so 
gently and subtly that I couldn't stop myself from thrashing 
around.   

"Mmmm hmmmm.  That's the way we do it for each other, woman to 
woman, slowly and softly, hours at a time.  You'd really like 
that, wouldn't you?"  She flicked her tongue against me rapidly, 
then nibbled slowly again, varying the pressure so that I never 
knew what she was going to do next.  I hit her shoulders and 
kicked at her stomach and back, but she just laughed it off, her 
thick muscle providing more than enough protection from my 
weakened arms and legs.  After half a minute or so I tired and 
hung limply from her grasp as she worked carefully up and down my 
long shaft.  The variety of sensations was incredible.  She 
brought me right up to orgasm time after time, then held me back.  
My whole body was reduced to a tingling mass of feeling.  I 
clutched at her, begging for release, but she coldly resisted me, 
until I hung loosely down onto her back, my arms pressing at her 
enormous breasts, desperately seeking some joinder with the body 
that was torturing me with pleasure.  Finally, she relented and 
took half of my 15" into her mouth, sucking powerfully while her 
tongue pummeled me, breaking every few seconds to push her tongue 
down the remainder of my shaft, then sucking hard again until I 
came with an ear-splitting scream.  My body convulsed, clutching 
at her while my hips, locked in place by her arms, pressed 
futilely at her mouth.  She continued to lick, suck and blow and I 
moaned with relief, seeing stars and colors which slowly faded to 
black as I passed out.

I don't know how much time went by before I came to.  I was 
stretched out on the couch, covered by a homemade quilt.  Allison 
and Marie were in the room again, their heads together, laughing 
about something while they drank white wine.  Marie was the first 
to notice.

"Hey, he's up at last!"

"About time!  Can you imagine what he'd say if a girl got so 
knocked out by coming?  He'd be bragging about it for months!"  
She laughed, her great chest heaving.

"I know!  Hey Penny, your boyfriend's up," she called.

"He's not my boyfriend!" she yelled from upstairs.  She thundered 
down stairs, the floor shaking with each step.  Stooping to avoid 
the doorframe, she slid through the door sideways.  My jaw 
dropped.  She was wearing a lineman's football uniform that looked 
several sizes too small for her, especially in the chest and 
shoulders, which without any padding other than her muscles were 
at least a yard wide.  Her chest pressed tightly against the 
number 44, her prodigious breasts pushing out the middle of the 
fours.  She was at least six and a half feet tall, and stretched 
her arms so that her fingers rested on the ceiling, her biceps 
bulging like two footballs.  "I can't BELIEVE he just woke up 
NOW!" she said incredulously.  "He's been out for two hours."

"You must have taken a lot out of him," Marie said, then laughed 
when she caught the double meaning of her words.

"Marie!  You know it's not like that.  The effect is asymmetrical.  
Quigley was never this strong!  No guy's ever had THIS much 
muscle."  She flexed her arms and the footballs suddenly bulged 
vertically.

"I don't know, Penny.  It looks kinda weird," said Allison.  "I 
mean, I thought I got strong, but you --

Penny grinned.  She put her hand between Allison's legs and lifted 
her in the air.  "I am unbeLIEVably strong, guys.  You look like 
you weigh over two hundred pounds, Allison, but lifting you takes 
almost no effort at all."

"Yeah, well thanks for saying how much I weigh.  I can't really 
believe that either," Allison said.  And can you put me down, 
please?"

"But what are you going to DO with all that strength, Penny?" 
Marie asked.  "I mean, you're a great student.  I thought you were 
going to teach or something."

"I don't know yet.  But I do know one thing I will do."  She 
looked over at me.  "Um, would you excuse us?  I want to be alone 
with Quigley for awhile."

"You're not going to make yourself --

"No.  I think I'm strong enough.  I have something to settle with 
him."

Marie stood up.  "OK.  I'm going down to Tau Epsilon.  You coming 
Allison?"

"Sure."  She looked down at her skimpy t-shirt stretched tightly 
around her chest.  "If I start dancing, I may bust right through 
this thing, but who the fuck cares?  I think I can handle any guy 
who gets out of hand.  Let's go."

"Wait!" I cried, but they ignored me.

"Bye Penny!  Have fun."  Penny smiled, but it was not a happy 
smile.

She turned back to me and walked toward me, the floorboard 
creaking loudly.  She put her hands on her hips.  "I bet, Quigley, 
that you have no idea why I don't like you."

"No," I croaked.  "You probably don't like guys or football 
players as a rule, I bet," I said hesitantly.

"No I don't.  You're so self-important.  You believe your own 
needs come first and you have absolutely no awareness of how you 
oppress others, or of the oppression going on around you."

"Hey, I don't oppress anyone.  I used to play football and fool 
around with the guys or my girlfriend.  Now, in real life, not 
this stupid made-up program you're living in, I'm married to a 
pissed-off scientific genius who's torturing me on my birthday for 
cheating on her a little.  OK, I'm not perfect.  Maybe I should've 
gotten a divorce sooner.  But basically I sell insurance, make a 
living, like everybody else.  That's not oppression.  It's life."

"Your life.  What about Sharon Smith's life?"

"Who the fuck is Sharon Smith?"

"You don't even know.  She's my sister, you creep.  My older 
sister."  I stared blankly at her.  "You took her out to a frat 
party, got her drunk and raped her.  You don't even remember her."

"Yeah, I don't.  If it happened, I was probably drunk too.  But I 
never raped anybody.  If we fucked it was because she wanted to."

She was staring at me with hatred.  "She left school the next 
week.  She never got over it.  She killed herself a year later."   

I did have a dim memory of girl who'd left school.  Short, timid, 
busty.  It was when I was a freshman.  I'd probably told Suzi 
about her when we'd first met -- Suzi wanted to know the name of 
every girl I'd ever slept with.  I should have known then to stay 
away from Suzi.  

"Well?  What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I don't know.  I don't remember.  Hey, I was eighteen.  It was a 
long time ago.  What do you want me to do about it now?"

She looked angrier than before.  "You can't do anything about it.  
But I can.  I will, and you can't do a thing to stop me!  No more 
than Sharon could have stopped you."  She reached over and yanked 
the quilt off me.  "See what I've already done? Look at yourself, 
you pathetic little worm."

I was looking, and I was too shocked to say anything.  My arms and 
legs had shriveled and shrunk beyond recognition.  I was all skin 
and bones, and even my bones were thin and small.  Her huge hands 
grabbed me around the chest and lifted me in the air.  She held me 
tightly, and I struggled to breathe.

"Think about it, Quigley.  My fingers are strong enough to 
collapse you chest and stop you from breathing.  Just think what I 
could do to you -- for Sharon."

"What are you going to --" I croaked, before running out of air.

She dropped me and my knees buckled from the 18" fall.  I gasped 
for breath, staring at her thick calves.  Each of her legs was 
more massive than my whole body.  I slowly stood up, and my head 
barely reached the level of her breasts.

"Why don't you touch them, Quigley?  No one's here.  You've got me 
all alone, just like with Sharon.  What's stopping you?"  She 
pulled up her shirt and let them pop out.  I was paralyzed.  I 
could only stare at them.  I could feel my penis rise, reaching 
out to her body, pushing against her iron-muscled thigh.  "What do 
you know?  You DO want to take me.  Well why not, Quigley?  Why 
stop now?"  She took hold of me firmly and began pumping.

"No!  Don't!  No more!  Please!"

"Yes, Quigley.  Beg!"  She stroked me more rapidly, eager to bring 
me off as quickly as she could.

"Ohh, no Penny, no!  I ... unnggh!"  I shuddered and tottered on 
my feet, feeling more of my strength drain away while her body 
grew even more powerful.  She didn't let go, but tickled my shaft 
near the base.  "Oh please stop.  Please!"

"Stop me."  She said calmly.  "Just try to stop me."

I grasped her wrist with both hands, but I could just have readily 
wrestled my grandfather's prize bull to the ground as I could have 
prevented her from doing with me as she wanted.  Her forearms were 
four times as thick as mine.  Her biceps were ... well, I had no 
biceps anymore and hers were as large as her "G" size breasts and 
rock hard.  In no time I was hard again and she brought me off.  I 
staggered and my legs collapsed beneath me.  I law sprawled in a 
heap at her feet and struggled to stand up, but I didn't have the 
strength.  I looked up at a giant towering above me.  She reached 
down and picked me up in one hand.

"Good!  Very good.  I wouldn't dare do it again, Quigley.  You 
might crumble into a pile of dust.  Come on, let's go to the 
party.  I never like those things, but this one will be fun.  I'm 
sure all of your friends will be there, and everyone will be so 
glad to see you crawl around the floor like a sick little puppy.  
Like Melissa, Bobbi, Sandi, Jessi, Nicki."

They were all girls I'd had one night stands with.  All on that 
stupid list I'd given Suzi.  

"Please, Penny," I squeaked.  "They'll --

"Kick you, beat you, humiliate you?  All of that and more.  Or 
maybe I should have the pleasure myself.   Do you think I could 
break all of your ribs with one punch?"  She flexed the monstrous 
biceps of her right arm and readied herself for the blow.  I 
struggled to escape from her arms, pushing against her chest, but 
I was so weak that even her breasts were to heavy and firm for me 
to move.  "Ha-ha-ha-ha!  What a weakling you are now!  Killing you 
this way would be too quick.  Why use my big strong arm when just 
a finger would be enough.  She put her finger on my nose and 
pressed down, smashing it against my face.  I screamed in pain and 
blood flowed down my face.  She held my jaw between her thumb and 
forefinger and squeezed and my jaw shattered.  I could only moan.

"Ohhh, ohhh!"

"Fight back, worm!"  I shook my head.  "Try it, or I'll grind your 
hands into dust!"  I whimpered then tried to punch her.  My weak 
blow just bounced off her breast.  "Again!"  My second was even 
more feeble than the first.  "Oooh, you'd better watch it, you're 
so soft and gentle that you're turning me on!  What if I did it 
again?  What if I --"

The pain was so intense I couldn't focus on her anymore.  I was 
losing consciousness.  I tried to scream, but my jaw wouldn't work 
anymore.  Then everything went dark.  I could feel my mouth again 
and I screamed out "Help!  Help! Suzi!  Anybody!  Help me!"

I heard a sigh.  "What a boring pathetic little worm you are.  OK, 
then.  You wanted to come back to the real world . . . ."  It was 
Suzi's voice!  I heard her tread on the floor, then felt the 
weight of my body suit again and her voice, again with my real 
ears, from inside the suit.  I pulled off the headphones and 
mouthpiece.  "So much moaning and groaning!  You're such a 
complainer.  Well, you can come out now," she said from the room 
next door.

"I swear I'm going to kill you!" I said angrily.  "You had no 
right!"

"Heh-heh-heh.  Oh do threaten me!  It was worth it, whatever you 
do to me," she replied smugly.  "I just loved watching you cower 
and squirm.  I bet Penny gave you the real treatment for raping 
her sister."

"You --

"I programmed her memories, her character.  The interaction 
depended on you.  But you really had no chance, just like on the 
football field.  Once you put on that suit, I had you!" she 
cackled.

I felt the buckles and pulled at them, but it was harder than I'd 
remembered.  My hands must be a little sluggish after I don't know 
how many hours of "virtual activity" and real inactivity.  
"Dammit!  These straps are stuck!"

"You have to use a little muscle, big guy," she teased, "if Penny 
left you any."

"Very funny.  I'm not laughing."  I grunted, and tugged harder at 
the straps.  Finally they gave way. I undid them and peeled the 
suit off.  

Wait a minute, I thought, as the suit tumbled to the floor.    
This isn't my body.  This is the body of the weakling she'd made 
me in 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 to her 
roughly.  "Well hi there, little boy.  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, steel-hard biceps into my face.  "Sure looks real to 
me."  She put her hands under my arms and lifted me.  "Uh huh!  
And they work perfectly."

"But it's impossible!  You can't -- that program couldn't --

"The program was simply an anaesthetic, working through the direct 
stimulation of your cerebral cortex.  While you played, or I 
played with you, we were both undergoing regenerative 
transplantation of bone and muscle, from you to me.  Thanks to the 
techniques I perfected, your bone and muscle were integrated with 
my own body tissues to prevent rejection and then stimulated and 
enhanced to increase my strength and size further.  There were 
skin grafts for me and reduction for you to keep you trim and 
attractive.  Then I underwent autonomic physical conditioning to 
ensure the proper functioning of my new muscles while you 
underwent your mental conditioning with Penny and the others. We 
both had some hormone therapy to promote rapid healing.  All very 
possible."

"Undo this, Suzi.  Give me back my body," I tried to roar, but 
only managed a pitiful squeal.

"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 higher 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 you are!  Afraid I might eat you?  
But there's nothing left to eat!  Ha-ha-ha-ha!  But of course 
these is one area where I have made you bigger and stronger."  She 
fingered my dick.  "Some of your muscle went into your penis, and 
I've also increased its share of your blood flow.  You should have 
really powerful erections now at the slightest little arousal.  
You'll be lots of fun in bed -- for me."

"If you think --

"Oh, no, Robert.  I know!  Do you really think you'll be taking 
any more trips to Pittsburgh to pick up those babes?  You think 
they'll be impressed with a man who has trouble pouring from a 
gallon jug of milk?  What about golfing with your buddies?  I bet 
you couldn't hit a ball ten yards now.  Go on, try your strength.  
See how much you can lift with the muscle mass of an eight year 
old.  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 teenager's 
strength, and even then, how strong can a 5'3" narrow-shouldered 
little guy get?  No, I don't think you'll even want to be seen 
outside anymore -- it would be too embarrassing for you as such a 
wimpy little shrimp.  Besides, with that penis of yours popping up 
all the time at the smallest sight of a little 'ass' -- just think 
how it will feel inside those itty bitty pants you'll be wearing.  
Not much crotch room in the boys' sizes."  

"But my job, I have to work and --

"How WILL you do your job Rob?  You're not exactly the greatest 
brain at your company.  You get by because you're one of the guys.  
Well, you aren't going to be one of the guys anymore, are you?  
It's lucky for you that you married someone with a valuable 
invention.   Unlucky of course that we're separated, so all those 
millions are mine -- but I'll give you a small allowance if you're 
good."

I glared at her.  

And if you're not good, I just may hook you up to my little 
machine again and make you smaller.  Any questions?"  

"No," I said quietly, thoroughly outsmarted and defeated.

"Good.  And now, how about a little celebratory sex."

"I'm not exactly --

She reached over and tickled my nipple.  I felt a jolt in my groin 
and my penis began to rise rapidly. "Oh how sweet!  You'd love to?  
Any time?"  She looked down at her rippling washboard stomach with 
pure satisfaction.  "Happy birthday, baby.  So nice of you to give 
ME the present.  I'm so touched that you've given so much of 
yourself!"