She - part 5
By Soltan Bey
Alisha and the computer
Update: 21/09/1997 to soltan

  Dawn was breaking  through the windows in an adjacent suite room and 
Alisha decided to do a bit of recon. Before she left she spent a few 
minutes milking her massive breasts into the water pitcher which she 
then placed in the refrigerator. She left a note for Consuela relating 
where to find the milk and that she should drink all of it when she 
woke.

    Alisha donned her robe and headed out the door. The mansion
was quiet at this early hour and she saw no one up and about.
It was just as well as she wanted to do a bit of exploration
of the grounds outside the mansion. She found the main entrance
locked but quickly found a way to unlock the door without tearing
it from its hinges and strode through to stand outside and gaze
at the grounds beyond. Before her stretched acres of open,
well tended grassland, sprinkled  with clusters of treed areas.
Approximately 1000' away a heavy tree line began and it appeared to
surround the estate. At the edge of the tree line a high chain link
fence was visible.

    She left the open porch like entranceway to walk around the
mansion itself. Circling to the left she walked along a concrete
walkway that was lined with low bushes and shrubbery. On the left
side of the mansion she saw sporting facilities of some sort. A
wide concrete slab with netting in the middle. She had no idea
what that was but the large body of water was obvious. She was
tempted to jump into the concrete pool but that could wait.
Proceeding along the walk to the backside of the mansion she
could see some small houses and other buildings in the distance,
most of them buried among the tree line and half hidden from the
mansion proper. Her fine hearing could detect the sounds of human
voices emanating from these structures.

    Behind her she could see the drawn shades of the sauna room
and a wide projecting sun deck that had several tables with
some sort of cloth sun cover extended above them. Just as she was
about to turn and walk toward the small buildings in the distance
two of Don's men appeared from one corner of the Mansion.

    They did not appear surprised to see her and must have
spotted her from elsewhere. She waited for them to approach.
"Mistress Alisha, may we be of assistance?" One of the armed men
asked.

    Obviously they were part of the security staff. "How many
more of you are out patrolling?" She asked pointedly.

    "Two more besides us, here on the estate property."

    "I see. What are those buildings out there?" She pointed.

    "Those are the grounds keepers quarters. A few small farms
and a machine shop. There are normally a couple of armed guards out
there as well, Mistress Alisha. In addition some of the gardener staff
function as armed protection."

    "Yes, do you know if they are all aware of my presence and
the new situation around here?" She demanded.

    "Yes Mistress Alisha, many of them you captured. Others there
have not seen you though."

    "I will go there now. If you wish to follow do so, however
you will not interfere with anything I do or say. Unless I speak
to you , remain silent." With that she strode toward the
buildings. Her stride such that the shorter men had to almost run
behind in order to keep pace.

    As strode up to the first ramshackle buildings she could hear
and smell the sounds of people eating their morning meals inside.
The buildings were not much to look at. However they seemed well
tended, despite their worn look. Further away she could see
larger wooden buildings and could hear animal noises coming from
within. This was interesting to her so she strode toward the
animal enclosures. One of the guards was still following along,
the other had gone somewhere else. Nothing she was concerned
about however. "What are those?" she asked the guard. The guard
screwed his face oddly, "Those are cows, Mistress Alisha."

    "What do you do with them?"

    The guard seemed amused and a bit flustered. "They provide
milk, mainly. Have you never seen cows Mistress Alisha?"

    She glared at him ."I'll ask the questions. You answer."
The man braced and looked away. "Yes Mistress Alisha, forgive
me."

    "What are those and what do they do?" She pointed again.
    "Mistress, those are chickens. They lay eggs that we eat."

    "Eggs? Show me these eggs!" She demanded.

    The guard quickly ran over to the chicken coop and returned
with several eggs and handed one of them to Alisha.

    She was fascinated by the structure of the package.
"Wonderful design. Is this how they breed?"
    "Yes Mistress, they hatch chicks from the eggs." He was
puzzled by her ignorance.

    "And you eat them. Interesting. Is there a chick inside of
these?" She asked still holding the egg.

    "No Mistress, at least there should not be. These are not
fertilized. They are for eating."

    She squeezed the eggshell till it burst in her hand, The goo
oozing from her clenched fist. "Messy", she commented. "Give me
another."

   The guard complied. This time she plopped the entire egg in
her mouth, shell still whole. She had to exert a great deal of
tongue power to cause the shell to burst. Savoring the flavors
and analyzing its contents. "Excellent food source. Give me
another."

    The guard was staring at her open mouthed and did not move as
fast as he should have. "I said give me another. What is wrong
with you?"

    "Here Mistress," He handed the other egg to her.

    "These are difficult to eat, I'm surprised you people eat
such food." She commented as she swallowed the other egg and
crushed it in her throat. "Excellent source of protein and
calcium, among other things though."

    The dumbfounded guard was about to reply when she headed
toward the coup and grabbed a chicken. A great ruckus of chicken
noise was the result and it was not long when several of the
gardeners and farmer types showed up, curious as to what was up.

    They stayed well back as she inspected the protesting
chicken. Not willing to interfere with the almost 8' giant. She
looked at one of the farm hands, "Who is responsible for these
animals?" She asked the man.

    The mans eyes widened. "Miss Miss Mistress Alisha," he
stuttered in fear. "Many of us tend the chickens. The young boys,
they feed them and tend to them."

    "Yes , Yes." She said impatiently. "I want to know how big
these things grow. Is this it?"

    "Er, yes Mistress Alisha. Chickens do not grow very big." He
looked around for support. Finding none his eyes returned to the
giant.

    She asked many more rapid fire questions about chickens. How
many eggs per week, food, life span, breeding habits. When told
they could not fly very well she was pleased by this news.

She asked to see the feed they ate and the shocked people watched
her consume a handful of chicken feed. She chewed it slowly and
nodded her head.

    "You will bring half of these chickens to me . Cage them several at a
time and bring them to the Mansion. They will be returned. Then
you will cage several more and bring them as well."

    "I will send instructions on how you are to feed and care for these
chickens once they are returned. Follow the instructions
exactly." She addressed the man whom she had asked the questions
and made it apparent that he would be the one responsible.

    She then instructed them she wanted to see their quarters.
They led her on a tour of their humble establishments and she saw
they lived in quite primitive fashion, in comparison to the
mansion staff and its residents.

    After she saw more of the farming equipment and the simple
machine shop she left and bade them to return to their duties.

    Upon returning to the mansion she instructed one of the guards
that she wanted the Don to report to her immediately and that she
would be in her suite. "And have the chickens placed in the
holding room below when they arrive, have someone come and tell
me of their arrival." She directed as she strode back to her
rooms.

    She saw Consuela was still sleeping. She eased inside of the
slumbering woman to touch her and receive a progress report.
Taking a few minutes to make some minor alterations in the Nano
behavior. She had just withdrawn from Consuela when the Don
arrived.

     "You called Mistress?"

    "Yes, I want you attend to a few matters. I've decided to
take these rooms. You can find personal quarters elsewhere. If
there are things here you need then have them taken away today."

    "Yes Mistress Alisha."

    "Next you will acquire for me these materials.' And she handed
the Don a list she had drawn up earlier. "I expect them to be
here by tomorrow, at the latest."

    He looked at the list. It consisted of some rather exotic
materials and specific material dimensions. "Some of these items
are somewhat exotic, I'm not sure we can get them as quickly as
you require Mistress Alisha."

    "You'll get them. Spare no cost. You have planes with which
you can speed shipment. If for some reason you can't get them you
better have a -very- good reason Don Dinero," She said ominously.

    "We will do our best Mistress Alisha," he sighed. "Will there
be anything else?"

    "Yes, quite. See to it the sauna room is expanded. Or have
another built , whatever. And the saunas must be larger. I also
want a shower room built large enough to handle someone of my
size. Make it a communal shower." She paused. "When Consuela
awakens I'll have her draw up a detailed construction plan. I
have several items that I will want addressed. In the meantime
have some construction crews readied. Once you get the plan I
expect work to begin immediately."

    Before he could reply she continued. "You will also see to
it the living standard of your outside staff is improved. I want
those homes rebuilt so they have proper living room. New
appliances for cooking and such. And proper air conditioning, as
you have here. The homes will have tall ceilings. 8' minimum.
Build these homes so they are not breeding grounds for insects!"
She angered. "I don't want my people living in homes full of
vermin"
"That is all for now Don Dinero."

    "Mistress, I'm glad to obey. But it will cost a small fortune
to do this." He whined.

    "You'll do it, or do you want to argue.?"

    "No, NO. I'll get started right now Mistress Alisha." He sped
away quickly.

    She checked in on Consuela and saw her begin to stir, but was
still drowsy. Alisha found the staff call intercom and asked for
several more water pitchers to be brought up. "To where Mistress
Alisha?" Asked the voice on the other side of the intercom.

    Alisha informed the voice that the Don's suite was now hers
and that they would inform the rest of the staff of this news
immediately, after bringing up the containers.

    The pitchers arrived and Alisha soon had them all full with
her expressed milk. Her breasts still swollen huge but were
dwindling somewhat. She was about to place the last container of
milk into the refrigerator when she heard Consuela rising from
her slumber. "Ah, I see my assistant has decided to awaken!"
Alisha said wickedly.

    Consuela wiped the sleep from her eyes, "Mistress, forgive
me. I never realized I was so tired." Blinking wearily.

    "Well you had a busy night. And your a growing woman now. I
suppose you needed the sleep. I can think of several reasons why
you may be a bit tired."

    "Consuela, drink your fill," and placed the pitcher of milk
on a nearby table. "There's several more in the refrigerator.
Don't let it go to waste!" Alisha chided. "I'll return in a few
minutes. Drink and rest here in my rooms. I have a task for you
that you can accomplish while you gather your strength."

    "What task Mistress?"

    Alisha explained what she had told the Don. Then she detailed
the kind of changes she wanted done with the sauna and what sort
of shower room she wanted.

    "I know an architect that can draw up a plan, I'll have him
come by so we can get started right away Mistress."

     "But I want work to start right away, how long will this
take?" Alisha asked, put out by the idea of waiting.

   "Mistress,  It would be  best to let a professional draw up
the plans. To do things properly. Oh, I can not say for sure how
long it will take. I would imagine perhaps a month. Maybe
longer." 

    "That's not good enough. Spare no expense. I'm sure with the
right incentive things can be done quicker than that. However I
want it done right. You know what to do Consuela. Drink up and
get the ball rolling."

    One of the staff arrived "Mistress Alisha, the chickens are
in the holding room." the staff woman said.

    "Ah, and what is your name and staff duty?" Alisha asked the woman.

    "Gloria Vasquez, and I am a member of the cleaning staff,
Mistress." The woman was young and quite pretty.

    "I see, well from now on you have an additional duty. You
will be personal assistant to Consuela. Your cleaning duties will
be secondary."

    "Yes Mistress," replied Gloria as she watched Alisha leeave the 
suite. She looked at Consuela, who was busy guzzling a large glass of 
milk.

  Consuela shrugged her shoulders as if not sure what to do but soon 
gathered her wits. "Em, for now see to it the bedclothes are changed 
and cleaned." She smiled brightly and added. "Welcome to the crew!"

    One of the Don's men was passing through the hall when he
heard a noisy commotion from the holding room below. It sounded
like somebody plucking a chicken alive!  Curious as to what could
be going on he stuck his head through the still shattered entrance
door and saw something that made him ill. He saw the 8' woman
holding one of the chickens before her. The snake like thing
was poking from her opened robe and appeared to be buried in the
backside of the poor chicken. He quickly left as he did not want
to see what would happen next.

    Alisha grinned as she heard the man gasp an hurry away. After her 
sample and analysis of the first few chickens she inserted a Nano pack 
in each. These chickens would serve her nicely in the coming months. 
The eggs they would produce far more nutrient rich than they were now, 
not to mention much larger. Eggs with the correct nutrient balance 
growing women would need. A perfect food.

.........................

    Consuela spent the rest of the morning serving the Mistress
well, she thought. The architect and a contractor the Don trusted
would be by tomorrow morning. She also had contacted a master
seamstress in the city to have her start making better clothing
for Mistress. A shoe cobbler would come by tomorrow as well, the
Mistress would need proper shoes. The last of the milk consumed a
hour ago she began to feel hungry and reached across the desk she
was sitting at to ring the staff buzzer and asked for a meal to
be brought up.

    The cotton dress she was wearing seemed tight across her
chest and shoulders. Uncomfortably tight. She wondered if she was
actually growing as Mistress said she would. The dress would have
to come off, as she hated feeling pinched by clothing that should
fit well. She stripped in front of a full length mirror, almost
afraid to look, thinking it was fat she would see. After all that
rich milk Mistress had insisted she drink, surely it would be
fat on her hide.

    But as she slid the cloth from her figure she could feel it
was not slabs of fat causing the constriction. Looking in the
mirror she did not see much muscle. It looked like Consuela
looking back. Her tits seemed a bit fuller though! Not much, but
it seemed to her they were more fulsome. To her eyes she looked
the same but the dress told a different story. Looking closely she
saw her shoulder spread was slightly wider and that her arms
seemed a bit more solid than before. "Perhaps its true what
Mistress said," she muttered.

    She determined to find out. Finding a tape measure and a
pencil she measured herself in various dimensions and wrote the
figures down. For height she used the mark the wall method.
She felt silly for doing these things, for she still did not
believe much would come of Mistress' temptations.

    She found a robe to put on and padded down to her room to
gather some of her other clothing. Returning to the Mistress'
suites with her load  she found a closet that would do for
storage.

    Her food arrived and she found it's taste divine. Food had never 
tasted so good before! Her plate  now empty and hunger only partially 
abated she would have to content herself with raiding the suite 
larder. She had ravaged a large bag of sweet cookies and was looking 
for something more filling when Alisha finally showed up.

    "Mistress! I was wondering what happened to you!" She told
Alisha about the things she had arraigned for tomorrow. Then she
excitedly added. "I'm not sure, but I think I grew a bit! My
dress seemed to tight about my shoulders and chest so I took it
off, this robe I found in the Dons things."

    Alisha told her to remove the robe so she could see. "Yes you
have grown. It's starting Consuela."

    "I was afraid to look in the mirror at first. I thought maybe
I had fattened. But I see no muscles either."

    "You won't grow giant muscles unless you exercise with heavy
weights, like the ones in the gym."  Don't fret if you don't have
bulging muscle, you'll be stronger than you look. So far, most of
the changes you've undergone so far have been building a good
foundation. The muscles you have are denser than before and your
skeletal structure is thickening and becoming  denser. Once  that those
changes have almost reached completion you'll start putting on
height, among other things."

    Consuela beamed. "I do feel better than I ever recall
feeling. Mistress shall I order some food for you?"

    Alisha slipped out of her wrap and cupped her mammoth tits,
"No, these reserves are food enough too last a week. You see I came
up here to see if you needed some food."

    Alisha slipped onto the bed. "Nothing much going on this
afternoon. Perhaps we could spend it here...."

    Consuela wasted little time climbing atop Alisha. Greedily 
wrapping her mouth around one of the giant nipples and sucking with 
all her might. It was to be a most pleasant afternoon. With only a 
brief interlude in the evening they continued the marathon feeding and 
intense sex play through the night.


......................

    The next day was rather busy. There was a lengthy meeting with the 
architect that was in mid session when the seamstress from the city 
arrived to measure and fit Alisha. Alisha left the meeting with the 
architect, as Consuela, and her newly appointed sidekick Gloria, and 
the Don, could handle the rest of the details. Besides the architect 
had been quite distracted by her imposing presence anyway. They would 
make better progress without her around to pull his eyes away from 
business.

    The seamstress  was brought up to Alisha's suite accompanied by 
Olga and a young maid whose name she learned was Nencia Martir.  Of 
course the seamstress was shell shocked by Alisha's awesome size. 
After her initial shock was over she asked Alisha to disrobe so she 
could get proper measurements. Alisha not shy in the least removed the 
wrap around dress dress and stood waiting for the woman to begin 
measuring her. At the sight of her even more awesome nude form the 
woman blushed deeply, "Madame, have you no underwear?"

    Alisha replied pan faced, "At the moment, all I have is this
dress."

    "I see, well we shall soon fix that Senora." and she began
the lengthy procedure of measuring Alisha's frame in a bewildering
complex routine. Many more measurements than the household
servants had used to fashion her single garment. "Forgive me
Senora, I wish to be sure of these measurements. I have never
seen anyone as big as you in my whole life!" She continued, "I
will return in a few hours with some fitting patterns. Then you
will have to endure with patience as I pin fit the form for
markup. It will be a lengthy procedure Senora, I am afraid I will
be learning as I go with you. So large~!"

    "Yes, the women in my family tend to be large," she smiled.
"I look forward to the second fitting later today and I assure
you will be as patient as you could wish."

    The seamstress excused herself and Nencia led her from the
suites. They would work together in one of the other Mansion
rooms cutting out fitting form panels to approximate Alisha's
measurements. Alisha had just finished slipping her dress back on
and noticed Olga standing at the doorway looking at her oddly.

    "Yes Olga, I see your thinking something, tell me what it
is." Alisha said.
    "Mistress Alisha, I should not be so rude, but your breasts
are much smaller now. How can this be?" Olga asked curiously.

    "Well, I have ways Olga. Tell me do they look okay? I hope so,
as I feel better with them now." Alisha's dress top was a good
deal baggier than it had been yesterday. Her breasts now merely
the size of basketball dimensions.

   "Mistress, they look fine. Your just as beautiful as before."
She sighed. "Perhaps it is my imagination but you appear a bit
shorter, but perhaps I'm just getting used to your height."

    "Yes, while you were away when the seamstress measured me,
according to her measurements I'm a mere 7' 6". Just over 4"
shorter than the other day! And before you ask how. Lets just
say it's a secret." She expected Olga to leave at that but Olga
persisted, pushing the envelope.

    "Mistress I noticed Consuela this morning. I passed her in
the hallway. At first I thought she was wearing high heels, but
saw she was wearing nothing but socks. She is taller. I saw it!
And I swear her breasts are large now, though it was hard to tell
for sure as she was wearing a bulky robe. I saw this. And I see
you are smaller this morning. How you do this thing I do not know
nor do I ask how." She paused. "But if you have these powers,
perhaps you will be able to do something similar for me?" She
asked the last with a timid voice.

    Perfect, they were beginning to notice Consuela already.
Alisha nodded her head. "Yes. This can be arraigned. However I am
not ready just yet. Consuela consented to be part of a
experiment. When I'm ready we can talk about this then."

    Olga seemed satisfied, "Oh yes Mistress! Do you need
anything? Something to eat perhaps?"

    "Bring up some sandwiches, In fact make it a large platter
of sandwiches, with lots of meat. Consuela should be up here soon
and I suspect she will be hungry."

    Olga left to see to this errand. Alisha was considering returning 
to the meeting with the architect on the floor below however she 
decided to investigate the computers she had seen in one of the Don's 
suite rooms. They were simple Terran computers,  and as such would 
require a great deal of time to learn to use. Simple in comparison to 
the AI type systems incorporated in her humaniform. Her AI systems 
more intelligent than the average human were far easier to interface 
with than the machine she sat before.

  She found the power switch after a bit of investigation and soon the 
display screen lit up with information. As it did whatever it was 
doing she waited with a fair bit of tedium. All it had done so far was 
count up from 0 to 64,000,000 bytes. Then the screen blanked and it 
asked for a password. Shudas dung, she was stymied.

    She was cursing in some alien tongue when Consuela came
bounding in. "Mistress, what is wrong?"

    "It's this simple machine. It wants a password for some
reason. It refuses to respond to commands."

    "Well, I'm sure all of Don's computers have password
protection Mistress. Shall I locate him?"

    "Yes," Alisha wanted to investigate this technology. Her 
'education' or more properly put, dataset, included only a limited 
understanding of Earth technology. Details she lacked for some reason. 
Perhaps that was part of her mission, the one she was not informed of 
due to the accident. In fact most of what she had on human information 
was of biological, based on her own human form, and of Earth 
languages. She was reasonably fluent in four. English, Spanish, 
Russian and Japanese. And related languages. Others she had limited 
understanding of at present. But on technological issues, such as 
intimate understanding of Terran computing systems, she had very little 
to go on. She would have to learn almost from scratch.

    She noticed Consuela had not left to find the Don but had
instead used some hand held device to call him. Curious as to what
it was she asked, "Is that a radio?"

    Consuela found this amusing for some reason. "Not really,
well sort of. It's a cell phone." She handed the device to
Alisha. She noticed the odd way Alisha was inspecting it. As she was
a child looking at something she had never seen before. "Have you
never seen one before Mistress?"

    "Em, no perhaps not. Show me how it works." Consuela began to
instruct her on the basics of cellular phone usage when the Don
announced his presence at the suite entrance.

    "Ah, Don. Come in. " Alisha called to the Don and directed
him to follow them to the suite room with the computers.

    When she informed the Don as to the problem and asked for the
passwords the Don complied, though it was apparent he was
uncomfortable with this development.

    "Is something wrong Don?" Alisha asked. Consuela giggled
softly seemingly entertained by the Don's discomfort.

    "Nothing wrong that I can do anything about Mistress. I
suppose no real harm will come to the enterprise if you access
these computers."

    She arched her eyes at this. "Just what do you mean by that
Don? Are you afraid I'll break your equipment? If I want to do that I
can just crush them." Then added for emphasis. "And when I
finished crushing them I could crush you."

    He paled. "No, My apologies. I meant no offense Mistress
Alisha! I merely meant, I mean. Perhaps your not familiar with my
system," He fawned as best he could. In fact he was embarrassed by
she would find on these suite pc's. They were his dedicated
entertainment boxes. And he had backed them up just the other
day, the tapes were downstairs in the server room.

    Consuela decided to speak up. "Mistress, he's merely afraid you'll 
delete his private collection of pictures and other toys. As far as I 
know  that's all these PC's are used for. Suite toys for 
entertainment. Nothing of great importance is kept on them." She 
laughed at the Don's discomfort.

    Alisha turned to the PC with the blinking prompt and typed in
the password. Nothing happened. "Did you not give me the correct
password DON?" She glared at him irritatedly.

    The Don pointed at the keyboard, "You did not press enter,
Mistress."

    Alisha turned back to the keyboard and pushed the enter key
and the machine started doing whatever it did. She watched
carefully the meaningless gibberish scrolling up the display
screen. "What sort of language is this?" She asked still watching
the screen. "It makes no sense, it appears to be a confusing
shorthand version of English."

    The Don and Consuela shared a brief glance at one another
behind Alisha's broad back. The Don spoke up, "It is booting up
the operating system, Mistress."

    Alisha had already shown more ignorance than she had meant
to the Don and told him to leave. That she would take it from
there. After he left she turned to Consuela. "I see your looking
well Consuela. How do you feel?"

    "Fantastic Mistress. I was stunned how much I grew during the
night." She glowed. "None of my clothes fit at all!"

    "Well we'll get you proper clothes once you've reached full
height and filled out a bit." Alisha turned back to the machine.
"Tell me Consuela, can you show me the basics of this machine?"

    "Of course Mistress, in college I used Unix and Windows.
Mostly Unix. This system is similar, though not the same. On some
of my nighttime visits with the Don he and I would cruise the net
with this PC and I am somewhat familiar with this operating
system. Though not nearly as familiar as I am with the ones I used in
school."

    "I see. What is this 'net' and how does one cruise it?"

    Consuela bit back a laugh at Mistress' expense when Olga
arrived with a huge platter of beef sandwiches and stuffed corn
tortillas. Enough to feed a small platoon. So they broke off from the
PC and ate. Alisha satisfied herself with only a few samples but
Consuela ravaged the entire platter. Only stopping because she
could hold no more. Her belly stuffed to overflowing. The platter
only held a few morsels now.

    Consuela sat  rubbing her gorged belly with almost sensual 
delight. 

   "You seem to be enjoying yourself Consuela," Alisha observed. 
"It is good you have such a healthy appetite,. Now that I've lost 
sufficient breast mass I'll no longer be providing such copious 
quantities of milk." She continued, "I converted a fair bit of mass 
last night and trimmed my height a bit. "

   Consuela lost her fascination with her distended belly and
looked over at Alisha, "I thought you looked a bit shorter this
morning, but doubted my eyes! I did not think I drank -that- much
milk!"

    "Gallons worth. You suckled in your sleep."

    The seamstress returned with Nencia and they began the
pattern fitting. One hour stretched onto another. Consuela
excused herself after leaving a cell phone with Alisha and
showing her how to make it dial. The seamstress insisted on doing
at least 4 pattern form fits, In all they ended up spending three
hours fitting Alisha. Toward the end of the fitting the cobbler
showed up and merely drew an outline of Alisha's foot on a wooden
form. Then fussed a bit with her insole measurement. Finally they
all left. The seamstress said she should have something ready by
late tomorrow, "But don't expect it to be grand. That will come
later." She said as she left.

    Alisha didn't care if what she wore was grand or not. Just
having more than one item to wear would be nice. She had
taken a bath earlier in the morning and decided it would be good
to take another. She spent a half hour or so soaking and washing
herself, with the aide of a couple maids that just happened by.
They seemed very eager to wash every spot of her massive back.

    They blushed when she thanked them and she returned directly
to her suite as she wanted to learn more about the PC machine.

    One the way to the suite she saw Gloria hovering nearby.
"Gloria, have you seen Consuela?" Consuela had been gone for
hours now.

    "Yes Mistress, in fact she sent me to see to your needs just
now. Consuela is in the gym." She paused then looked about to see
if anyone was listening. "I'm afraid she will hurt herself. She
seems fanatical. She works with the machines like a demon
possessed, then sends me for food, which she eats like a starving
wolf. She rests a short while but then attacks the machine's
again. Each time it seems she lifts more."

    "Lets go and check on her," Alisha said and indicated for
Gloria to lead the way.

    At the gym Alisha saw Consuela grunting away as hard as she
could at the inclined leg press. She could see right away
Consuela's body was in a runaway condition. Her breasts had
noticeably shrunk and her overall body fat was nil. Her still
slender frame glistening with muscular tautness. Consuela seemed
unaware of their presence. Alisha whispered to Gloria, "Leave us
for a while. Close the door and wait outside. See to it no one
enters."

    Gloria exited and closed the double wide doors. Alisha called
out "Consuela, cease your activity and come here." Consuela
surprized by Alisha's presence slapped the leg press blocking bars
into place then literally jumped toward Alisha. "Yes Mistress?"

    "Lay down on this mat Consuela, I need to check your status."
"Is something wrong Mistress?" Consuela asked as she lowered
herself on the mat.

    "That's what I'm about to check on, now lie still and be
quiet." Alisha laid beside Consuela and entered her swiftly,
plunging her organ to gather the data.  Alisha closed her eyes
for ten minutes analyzing  the data. As she suspected the growth
rate was too great.  Her body unable to provide the nutrients
needed at the rate the Nanbots were consuming it.
Consuela could have died if she hadn't stopped  by the gym to check.

  She removed herself from Consuela and stood up dragging
Consuela with her. "Why were you exercising so voraciously?"
  "It feels so good Mistress. Once I started I didn't want to
stop. I wanted to start growing more muscle mass. I hate being so
skinny!" She flexed her bicep. "Look, a muscle!"

    "Yes, that's wonderful Consuela! However you must stop
exercising right now. Look at yourself. See how much body fat
you've lost? I suppose this is my fault. I should have told you
to defiantly not work out in the gym until I told you it was okay.
You see the program I have outlined for you will first have you
grow to full height, and perform skeletal and connecting tissue
reinforcement. Once that is done it will be safe to work out like
a wild banshee. In the meantime you must not workout more than
fortyfive minutes a day. You don't realize it but if I hadn't
stopped you, you may have died or be deathly ill."

    "I feel fine Mistress, but as you say so shall it be. "

    "Lets get you upstairs and stuff you full of food and get you
cleaned up. If your up to it you can show me what you know about
that PC." She smiled and gently pushed Consuela to the door.

  Gloria was sent to fetch lots of high energy foods so that Consuela's 
furnace could be quenched. Back in the suite Alisha made sure Consuela 
ate some food before she showered. While Consuela was busy with these 
personal chores Alisha returned to the PC to see  what she could learn 
about this simple equipment. Even with her advanced intelligence it 
was slow going at first. The interface was graphical based with 
various pictograph objects that had identifying text below each one. 
She noted the computer used English on the interface, though many of 
the pictographs were identified in Spanish.

  She recognized the input device commonly called a mouse. With a
bit of experimentation she found how to access the pictograph
objects. Using the left button would cause the object under the
arrow to highlight. However nothing happened. It just sat there.
Frustrated by this she tried using the right button while the
arrow was over the highlighted object. She grunted in
satisfaction when a short menu popped up. This menu was English
text. She studied the choices. Open, Settings, Refresh Now, Help,
Create Another, Copy, Move, Create Shadow, Delete, Pickup, Find,
Select, Sort, Arrange. Several of these menu choices had sub menu
indicators. Alicia sighed in disgust. Several of the menu choices
were obvious in meaning but others were quite vague and several
seemed to her to be repetitive. It would take time to learn the
nuances of this simple minded interface.

    A menu item labled Help looked likely so she picked that. A window 
popped up that explained what a 'folder' was. Embedded in the text was 
some colored text that she soon learned were links to more 
information. She read the scant information provided then selected the 
'Index' button at the bottom of this help page. Another box popped up 
with a alphabetical list of items. She was rapidly browsing each of 
these in order when Consuela entered the room, holding a platter full 
of stuffed corn tortillas. Consuela pulled a chair alongside of 
Alisha. She said nothing and just watched , munching on her food while 
Alisha zapped through the items on the index at machine gun speed.

    To Consuela it looked like Alisha was just zipping through the
items and was searching for something the hard way. She paused
her munching long enough to speak up. "Mistress there is a search
button you can use." She pointed at the button.

    "Yes I know, but it will be more efficient if I can read and 
absorb this information. I can reference it up here later, if I need 
to." Alisha pointed at her head. Then she sighed. "This interface is 
so slow, only a tidbit of information is provided on each index item. 
Surely there is more comprehensive information."

    Consuela gaped. "Your actually reading that? To me it looks
like your just flipping through each item with hardly any pause."
While she was talking Alisha continued to pick an item, scan the
text, follow any links provided, scan the links, then return to
the index to pick the next item. Her hand on the mouse was almost
a blur. And it was obvious she was spending more time waiting for
the interface to respond than she was spending time reading.

    "I could read faster if this information wasn't provided in
such a chunk like fashion. I'm amazed you people learn anything
this way. It is so inefficient, so slow."

    Alisha had finished with the help. During her scan she found
references to a Tutorial and a Network object. She wanted to
investigate those, especially this network reference.

    She opened the folder labeled 'Information' and was
presented with a wide array of of book like objects. "Ah, I hope
these have information of greater detail than I've seen so far."
Alisha paused long enough to grab a tortilla and to eat it. When
she finished she caressed Consuela's damp hair.

   "I'll just check you real quick Consuela.' She slipped into 
Consuela spent a few momens probing her condition. Satisfied with what 
she saw in the data flow she withdrew. "Your doing fine. Just keep 
that food going in. Those tortillas Gloria bought are almost perfect 
food. Well balanced with plenty of high energy meat and fats and just 
enough fresh vegetable materials to supply most of the micronutrients 
you need.  Tell her to see to it a good supply is kept around."

    Consuela grinned. "I already have Mistress. She should return 
shortly with another platter. Oh, by the way, the Don told me most of 
those materials you wanted have  arrived. However he said he could not 
have them all shaped in the exact fashion you requested, that he would 
need more time to accomplish that."

    Alisha's eyes lit up. "Contact him now. Have those materials
brought up here!" Alisha said excitedly.

    While Consuela dialed the Don via the cell phone Alisha
turned back to the PC and muttered in disgust. Consuela had
finished her call and noted Alisha's ire. "What is it Mistress?"

     "I do not see this tutorial object I read about earlier,
however there appears to be a great deal of information here."

    "Oh, I'll go grab the CD with the operating system. I imagine
the Don removed the tutorial." Consuela got up and stepped away a
few paces and came back with a box. Opening the box she removed a
plastic case after she pushed a button on the machine. A platter
came out of the box and she placed the CD on this platter. Then
pushed the same button as before and the platter withdrew into
the case. Alisha watched this operation with interest.

    "Mistress allow me," Consuela said as she bent over to access
the mouse. Alisha watched as she opened several folders and ended
up at some sort of install routine. It seemed a somewhat complex
task. "All this to install a tutorial?" Alisha asked as the
machine responded with a request to reboot!"

    Consuela sighed, "Yes, it seems silly ,but I've found it best
to follow these requests with this particular operating system."

    Alisha patiently watched as Consuela caused a menu to appear
and instructed the machine to 'shut down'.  Not wanting to watch
the lengthy reboot procedure Alisha found a few books in the box
and began rapidly paging through them. She expressed satisfaction
when she found the OS/2 Connect User Guide Book.

    Consuela saw how fast Mistress was tearing through the
book. By the time  the machine finished its reboot Alisha had
paged through almost a third of the User manual! "Mistress are you
actually absorbing that information?" Consuela asked in
disbelief.

    "Yes, it is very useful information. However I am running
into terms I have no prior experience with. At this stage much of
this makes little sense. I will collate later."

    Consuela gaped. Wanting to be helpful she went over to the
Don's suite library shelf and returned with all the computer
books the Don had in the suite. Several DOS reference guides,
another much thicker book on OS/2, a few entry and mid level
guides on networking, a couple books about Windows and a Idiots
guide to Unix.

    Consuela left the room after she told Alisha it would be good
to perhaps read the DOS reference manuals next as they had a
great deal of basic information that was built on later. "I'll be
back in a few minutes Mistress," she said as she left the suite.

    While Alisha was tearing through one of the DOS manuals a
couple of the Dons men arrived and asked where she wanted the
materials placed. She indicated a corner in one of the
adjacent suite rooms, and they  placed several wooden crates in
that location. The men hovered around waiting to see if she wanted
anything else but she shooed them away.

    She paused her reading to inspect the crates. Finding  a
copy of the list she had provided the Don with, check marks next to the
items located to date. Digging through the crates she found the one of the
materials she wanted. It was a cylinder of almost pure carbon,
one of two dozen such cylinders, roughly 3 inches diameter by 12
inches.  Almost gloatingly she inspected it . She pulled her
skirt up to expose her cunt and gently inserted the carbon rod
until it disappeared in the folds of her cunt.

    She noted with satisfaction the other materials, most of
which were metals, nickel, titanium, silver, gold, copper,
palladium, platinum, iridium, osmium, chromium, iron,
beryllium, cadmium, pure calcium, a small bottle of gallium,
indium, a container of lithium, manganese, molybdenum, lead,
rhodium, tantalum, tungsten, and zirconium.

   The other radioactive materials she had requested were not to be 
found. However that could wait, as she had plenty of materials to work 
with in the meantime.

 Finished with this chore she returned to the room with the PC's
and resumed  scanning the DOS manual. As she was reading Consuela
returned with Gloria and Nencia in tow. Between them they had a
large cart piled high with books and a goodly number CDROM disk cases.

    Alisha looked very pleased as Consuela explained "I removed
these from the LAN room Mistress, the Don has several resident PC
experts and programmers. They were not happy to see their manuals
taken but I informed them you required the information."

   Consuela began stacking the books in a logical fashion on some
nearby shelves. "Among these you will find advanced networking
books, various programming books, and books covering other
related technical material. Also I brought up a fair selection of
magazines that you may find helpful." She brought the CDROM
cases over once she finished stacking the books. "And these CD
disks are loaded with information. They squawked a bit when I
grabbed them, some of these are worth thousands of dollars each!"

    Consuela pointed several out in particular. "These contain
written articles from many computer publications, going back for
years. Well indexed. A treasure trove of information! And these
have to do with yet more networking information, from Novell and
other sources."

    Alisha was delighted by Consuela's effort and thanked her. "I
think I'll be busy with this for a few days," she said matter of
factly. "However with this vast amount of information I wonder
where to start!"

    Consuela answered without pause. "I can select materials for
you to study in a sequenced fashion Mistress. In college we took
courses, I think I can select the books that would be best to
start with."

    "Wonderful Consuela, that will save me some time and
effort," Alisha continued. "I'll finish this DOS book then you
tell me what you think I should read next."

    "Gladly Mistress."

    Alisha returned to reading the hefty DOS manual , flipping
the pages only after a few seconds of scan time. Some time passed
in silence, she was to involved to notice Consuela had not sent
the other two women, Gloria and Nencia, away as of yet. In the
back of her mind she wondered what they were up to. Consuela
seemed to be nervous, Alisha could smell the change in her mood.
"Yes Consuela, what is it?" She asked as she continued to scan
non stop.

    "Well, I wanted to ask you something, but was waiting for you
to finish reading that book Mistress."

    Alisha continued to scan the book, "I have no need to stop
reading while talking to you. Ask what you will Consuela."

    Consuela let out a barely audible snort, to human ears
anyway. "I was wondering if it would be okay if Gloria, Nencia and
I used the other PC's to log into the internet. We will be quiet
Mistress. The others have only have a little experience with PC's and I
thought maybe to show them a bit of what they have been missing!"

    Alisha did not pause scanning the book and replied."I have no
problem with that Consuela. And don't worry about being quiet. I
can filter out what is of no interest." She looked up and smiled
at the women. "In fact, if you want to you can use the..," she
pointed at the other end of the room. "What do you call that
equipment Consuela?"

    "Its an entertainment center, TV, Stereo, Mistress."

    "Yes, feel free to use that as well. Assuming you have nothing
else to do." She returned to reading.

   Gloria and Nencia giggled when Consuela answered. "Oh,
everything is being tended to Mistress. I saw to it that Gloria
and Nencia had some free time and invited them up here."

    "That is excellent Consuela," Alisha replied as she sat the
book down. "Finished with that one, what do you recommend I look
at next Consuela?"

    Consuela paused. "Perhaps this aftermarket book on OS/2." She 
handed Alisha a massive volume. Hoping that would keep Alisha busy 
long enough to allow her to have some time with the other PC's and 
show Gloria and Nencia what fun they could have with the computers and 
the net. "Then I would recommend this book on DOS batch language, and 
here is several that cover the Rexx programming language used in OS/2, 
One of the languages,anyway." She looked around at some of the other 
books and found a few on basic to mid level networking and one manual 
that covered Windows then arranged them in the sequence that seemed 
sensible. Alisha should be busy for a while.

    Alisha absorbed herself in the books. Occasionally doing
something with the PC she was sitting at. In the meantime
Consuela fired up the other three PC's. Soon she had Gloria and
Nencia learning the basics of PC operation in the OS/2 environment
that these PC's worked with. Both the women could type, as they
had learned to do so in high school having taken basic word
processing courses they already had some familiarity with PC's
but no where near Consuela's experience level. It wasn't long till
she had them logged into the internet so they could explore this
digital realm. After a hour or so of intense hand holding the two
women were busy cruising the web, discussing what they were
seeing with one another in quiet tones and occasionally giggling
at some of the things they saw.

    Consuela went to the suite galley to gather a platter of
tortillas from the fridge and heated them up in the microwave.
She returned to the PC room with the platter and a silver bucket
full of bottled soft drinks. Playing host was fun and she sat
happily next to Alisha after grabbing a few tortillas and a drink
for herself.

   Alisha had apparently devoured all the books that Consuela had set 
out just over a few hours ago, or perhaps she had become bored as she 
was now reading the online books that were in the Information Folder. 
Consuela saw that Alisha was reading the online TCPIP guides and 
tutorial. One of several that were in the Information folder on this 
topic.

  Consuela eyed Alisha nervously wondering what kind of mind could 
absorb information as quickly as it appeared hers could. Consuela had 
been shocked by the rapidity with which Alisha turned the pages of the 
books, but was even more upset by the speed with which Alisha was 
paging through the displayed online text. Page after page flicked by. 
As soon as the display flashed a page of text Alisha would page to the 
next, only pausing on pages that had links to further information. Not 
only was she reading like some machine, but her fingers were flicking 
across the keyboard with such rapidity that it was difficult to follow 
the movements. Consuela worked up enough courage to speak. "I see your 
not using the mouse Mistress, is it broken?"

    Alisha laughed and continued to scan. "No, not at all. I find
it to slow and clumsy to use for this purpose. Many of these
commands one finds on the point and click interface are
duplicated on the keyboard. Once you know all the commands it is
far faster to use the keyboard." She said as she continued to
page through the text.

    She paused to look at Consuela. "Find the Don and inform him
I want a hardcopy of all the passwords to his network. -ALL- of
them, especially root privilege or administrator level passwords.
Including any encrypt level codes he or his staff may be using on
sensitive data. I expect him to respond promptly." She returned
to the screen and resumed her reading.

    Consuela found the Don relaxing in the sauna and informed him
of the Mistress's demand. He rolled his eyes up in a show of
despair but did not hesitate to leave the sauna to gather the
information. "I'll bring the list up myself Consuela, it will be
a few minutes." He said as he entered one of the business
offices. Consuela decided to intimidate him and remained standing
in the doorway with her arms crossed while he opened a safe that
was hidden beneath a floor panel. He rummaged around and
retracted a leather binder from the safe then went to the copier
machine and copied several pages from the binder.

    "Be sure that's everything Don. Don't fool around with her."
The Don looked up and smiled with sorrow, "I don't intend to." He
narrowed his eyes at Consuela as if studying her. "Your looking
different Consuela. Healthier or something, very healthy indeed."

    Consuela accepted the complement without a smile. "Why thank
you Don. I hope you don't mind my wearing one of your robes, it
seems none of my things fit lately."

   His eyes arched at that comment. "No, not at all." Kneeling
down he  placed the folder in the safe, then locking it, he
rose to  leave the room with the copies. Consuela led and he
followed behind eyeing her backside. The robe was drawn tight
across her waist by a silk sash so her womanly profile was
easy to absorb. She defiantly had more hip than he remembered her
having. Not only that but she seemed taller than he recalled.
The last was probably his imagination or bad memory. The former
he attributed to her getting fat. He tsked in remorse at the
thought of Consuela becoming overweight. "I see you've put on a
bit of weight Consuela, been eating to much lately?"

    She spun around and stopped in front of him, blocking his
way. "Are you saying you think I'm fat?" she spat , smiled
aggressively and put her hands on her hips.

    Don didn't want to piss off Alisha's favorite. So he abashedly
replied, "Well, no. It's impossible for me to say. But you just
said none of your old clothes fit, and I did notice your hips are
broader. You always were a skinny girl, a little weight won't
hurt a bit Consuela. Don't be upset!"

    She grinned wickedly and cocked her hips suggestively,
"I know how you like to gamble Don. Would you like to wager
something?"

    The Don was interested by her attitude, "What sort of wager
Consuela?"

    "Lets merely shake hands. First one on their knees gets to be
the others sex toy. Winner takes all."

    The Don laughed. "I can't loose Consuela. I'm tempted by your
offer but Alisha forbid us to use you in that way again. I must
decline, much to my regret."

    "This is between you and I. You have my word. Besides if you
recall Mistress Alisha said -at my permission-. Do you want to
shake hands, or are you a coward?"

    That pissed the Don off. "Okay. Deal" He held out his hand and
was looking forward to squeezing hers till she fell to her knees.
He only hoped she was not so stubborn that he would be forced to
hurt her with his grip.

    They clasped hands. Hers somewhat smaller than his grasped
back firmly. He squeezed gently at first but when she giggled and
said, "Is that all you can do Don ?", he bared down harder.
Enough pressure to surely cause her to wince. Her hand collapsed
a bit in his. "Lets don't do this Consuela, I don't want to crush
your hand. Stop this silliness.'

    Her eyes glared as he felt her flex and twist her hand.
Within seconds he was on his knees gasping in pain. Her hand
crushing his so hard he felt bone crunching on bone. "Enough! He
cried out as she continued to squeeze his hand and twist his
wrist around with incredible power.

    She released his brutalized hand. "Well Don, looks like I
win!" She gushed. "I'll be seeing you around. I'll call you when
I want something to play with." She turned and headed up the
hallway to disappear into the Mistress's suites. The Don took
several minutes to recover from his teary eyed pain before
following.