Henry was also out of shape. Sure, he would go for walks now and then, and for the most part kept his weight down, but he was still 30 to 40 pounds overweight, and he realized, because of this, he didn't get too many looks from women.
But, Henry had an idea. He didn't know if it would work, but if it did, he'd make a fortune selling it. He would turn the exercise industry up-side down.
Henry though, was scared, he didn't want to make the commitment to try his idea.
But for Henry, that was all about to change.
You see, Henry was in love. She didn't know it yet, but Henry was madly in love with Alison. Alison was the next door neighbor. She was a well built blond. Very well built blond. Long sumptuous legs, long silken hair, large firm breasts, flat firm stomach, and what had to be the tightest, firmest, tiniest butt he'd ever seen. What did Alison do you ask? What else, aerobics instructor. Alison lived alone in the house next door, and didn't have a lot of extra money, so when something broke down, Henry would hear a knock on his door, and go traipsing across the yard following that firm tight butt wishing he could just reach out and grab it. But Alison's boyfriend, a body builder, would make Henry into a human pretzel. So Henry, exercising the better part of valor, resisted.
One day, his phone rang, it was Alison, something was broke again. He grabbed his small toolbox and went over. He had the washing machine fixed in no time and was about to say good-night when he noticed Alison was wearing an unusually large amount of make-up. He looked into her eyes and carefully took his handkerchief and wiped some make-up away from her eyes.
"Johnny did this to you didn't he?" Henry said. His voice unusually firm, his anger rising.
"Don't say anything," Alison pleaded. "He said he'd never do it again."
"It should never have happened in the first place." Henry replied. "You should go to the police or something. No man should treat a woman like that."
"No, I'm OK. He won't do it again." Alison insisted, but she sounded uncertain.
"You won't do anything about it?" Henry asked.
"No" Alison quietly replied. "It'll be OK."
"If you don't, I will." Henry replied with conviction.
"Like what? He's three times your size." Alison said.
"I'm taller than him." Henry replied. "I don't know what I'll do, but I'll think of something."
"Don't, he'll hurt you, and you're the best friend I have." She started to cry.
Henry took her in his arms. She cried a little more.
But she was by no means a weak woman. She held her chin up. And backed away.
"I'll think of something." Henry reassured her. And left.
As he walked across the grass to his house, he muttered to himself. "If only I was built better than Johnny, I'd kick the shit out of him." But he discounted that idea. He'd have to work out forever to be that way and he never had the ambition to do that. But, he stopped dead in his tracks, if the machine would work, he'd have his better build quickly. "Yeah, that's what I'll do."
For the next two weeks, Henry sequestered himself in his basement. He took time off from work, worked late into the nights, started early in the morning. He didn't take out his trash, he didn't generate much either, just TV dinners. He didn't mow his lawn. Nothing but work on his machine.
Finally he had finished. What did he make? A suit. A very special suit. It was black, a full body suit. It had velcro like zippers up both legs, up both arms, and down the front. The suit was covered with wires, routed up the legs and arms across the stomach and back and finally up a massive connector at the back on the base of the neck. Also, there were lifting points on the stomach and lower back. In front of and behind the body's center of gravity. There were drainage tubes from the front crotch, and the rear crotch area. Also, in the mayhem, was a large computer. It interfaced and controlled the suit. All that you had to do was scan in and form a holographic image of the body you wanted, and through the suit, the computer would exercise you until you had that body. To make the workout easier, the computer would disconnect the signals going between the brain and the body. It would tell the body what to do, and respond to the body's replies. In this manner, it would exercise the body at, but not beyond maximum endurance. To ease the shock of seeing your body going through all it's gyrations, Henry added a state of the art virtual reality program. Also controlled through the computer. Whatever he wanted to do, he would only have to think it and the computer would pick up the signals, and respond.
Now, to try it. Henry first needed a target body. Easily solved. He scanned in a few pictures of Arnold Schwarzenegger in his prime. Some picture manipulation, and he had a 3D holographic image. Now, to modify that. He'd seen body builders before and the perfect body builder's body never seemed to impress him. So, he modified the image. First he thinned down the thighs and legs, he didn't want to be too large in the legs. Next he increased the biceps to twice the size. Next he scanned in a picture of himself the way he was now. But there was a part of the picture missing. The picture was of Arnold's modified body, Henry's head, but no genitals. So he scanned in a couple porn pictures and he had the image. The computer crunched a few moments and came back with his answer. 24 hours. It would take 24 hours in the suit to modify him to his goal. He figured he would start with a 20 minute try. Then he could continue later.
He removed his clothing and stepped into the suit. He "zipped" the front zipper, then the legs then his arms. Next, guided the connection to the suspension points on his back and stomach. Finally, he fastened the collar and the computer connected with his brainstem. He closed his eyes and thought one word "Begin".
He was vaguely aware of the suit tightening around his entire body. Then he was somewhere else. He was at the carnival. It was a glorious day. Not too hot, not too cold. There were clouds in sky keeping the sun from being too bright. He wanted to walk around and enjoy the sights, the smells, the sounds. So, he did. He bought a hot-dog. God that tasted great! Hey look, a Ferris wheel! He bought a ticket, got on. Wow, A little light-headed coming over the top. A little queasy in the stomach. Marvelous. The ride ended and the happy children wanted to get back on. He had other places to go. Another ride, the bumper cars. Then a roller coaster. Wonderful.
Suddenly, the picture darkened and he was disoriented. He was at the carnival, but then he realized he had never left his basement. He felt the suit loosening, and he was lowered to the floor. He opened his eyes and reoriented himself to his surroundings. He opened the collar of the suit, then unzipped his arms, detached himself from the hanging hooks, then undid the rest of the suit. He stepped out and caught the whiff of human waste. "Interesting" he said aloud. The computer must have ordered his body to excrete waste. It was supposed to, but he didn't think that part of the program would actually work. He poured some disinfectant down the tubes and then rinsed them out. No more bad smell. But to make sure, he put a cap on each tube. Great, now he knew he could use the suit for longer periods of time. He'd have to work some way to get nutrients into his body if he was going to stay in the suit for long periods of time. But that would be easy. Simply come up with a highly nutritious paste that could be pumped directly into his stomach. Have a pipe shoved down his throat, the computer could do that after he was "under". The computer could stop the gag reflex. Everything. His mind whirled at the possibilities. He got a little dizzy and sat down on a nearby chair. After about 15 minutes, he was feeling himself and he bounded up the stairs to take a shower.
The next day, the modifications done, Henry stepped into the suit for a second time. He would stay for an hour this time. "Begin" he said, and the disorientation passed quickly and he found himself in another place. All too soon, the time was up and his "trip" was done. "Man," he thought. "I could make a ton of money just off the VR stuff! This is totally awesome!" He laughed.
He was in a wonderful mood, he felt like celebrating. He bounded up the stairs and into the shower. He toweled himself dry and went to put on his best clothes. He moved to fasten his pants and noticed they were loose. "Could it be?" he asked out loud. He shucked his pants and found the pair he had been wearing only a couple hours ago. He slipped them on. They went on easily. The button fastened more easily than they had before. "I think it's working!" he said excitedly. He removed his pants again and ran to the bathroom. Stepping on the scale, he noticed only a little difference in his weight. But when he looked in the mirror he could see one. His shoulders were broader, his stomach a bit flatter, his legs trimmer. Not a lot mind you, but a difference, mostly he discovered that his fat was disappearing to be replaced by muscle.
The next three days passed quickly, at work, he could hardly keep his mind on his job. He wanted to go home and put on the suit. He noticed more of the women in his office talked to him. More women on the street smiled and said hello. "This is cool." He thought to himself. He noticed things were going easier for him at work too. Must be the self confidence, he thought. He knew he looked better, he definitely felt better, that had to be helping his self confidence.
That night he discovered a new feature. While "working out" he decided to go to the carnival. He was immensely enjoying himself when he thought "It'd be nice if Alison were here." Then out of the blue he heard his name called out. He turned around to see her running up to him. "Hi!" she said. "Here all alone?"
"Yeah, I needed some air, and I thought this would be a good place to go. Something different."
"Me too." Alison replied. "Mind if I tag along? This could be fun."
"Sure." he replied. "I'd like that."
Alison, smoothly put her hand through is arm and they went off to enjoy the carnival. It ended all too soon. The computer shut down the Virtual Reality, and the suit released him. But for Henry it was like a dream come true. He realized that he could actually define and change the virtual reality he was in. He could do what he wanted, he could make the other "characters" do and say what he wanted. Total control, all while working out. He wanted to go back, to spend more time with Alison, but he concluded that there would be other times and bounded up stairs to look at himself in the mirror. It was nothing short of miraculous. All his fat was gone now. He now carried solid, well defined muscles. He had many hours before the size was there, but he could see every muscle. Every line. Perfect definition. He flexed for the first time. His body responded. "Not Bad." He thought. "Not bad at all."
The next day at work, Henry realized he'd have to make some changes to the computer to make it easier to use. He'd need to change the body input routine. In a matter of an hour, he had come up with the complete plans to scan in a person. That person need only stand on a platform and the computer would scan a complete, perfect 3D image of him/her in to its files. Next, in another couple hours, Henry had devised a subroutine to let him vocally talk to the computer. Then, using words, he could describe how to change that image into what he wanted. This would make the marketability of the machine to health clubs a lot easier. He figured he could ask almost any price and he'd get it. Then he'd split off the VR technology and make the most awesome VR games. Plus, the suit itself, with modifications, it could be a great G-suit for the air-force. With guilt, he looked at the stack of work he'd been putting off. He knuckled under and dove in. Quickly he finished. He could now work at a faster, more accurate pace than he ever did before. "When they said exercise was good for me, I guess they were right." He thought to himself.
He hurried home and went straight to the basement. He stripped off his clothes. He set the computer to record this next trip, set the timer for two hours, and put on the suit.
"Begin" he thought. He was upstairs. Watching a little television. There was knock on the door. He answered it. Alison was there standing in the rain. "Come in here out the rain!"
"Thanks," She replied stepping into the house.
"You're all wet, don't you have an umbrella or something?" Henry said.
"No, I really should. Just forgetful."
"You forgetful? I don't believe that. Hang on." Henry disappeared into the bathroom and retrieved a fresh towel. "Here. Dry yourself off."
"Thanks, It's really coming down out there." She busied herself drying herself, then turned to Henry. "You're wondering why I'm her aren't you?"
"The thought had crossed my mind, yes."
"You're my best friend, and I need somebody to talk to."
"I'm a good listener, you know that. Is this going to be a long talk?" Henry asked. "If it is, I can fix a couple drinks."
"I think drinks are in order." Alison said after a moments thought.
"Great! Your usual?"
"Yeah, I'd like that."
Henry returned a few moments later with a couple glasses of white wine. "Listen, you're really soaked. If you don't mind my saying so. I've got a big T-shirt I can let you change into while those dry."
Alison looked down at her sopping clothes. "They are pretty bad. I'm still dripping." She looked up at him. "If it isn't a bother..."
"No bother. None at all. Follow me." He led her to his bedroom and retrieved the extra large T-shirt he spoke of. "Here you go. I'll wait outside." He stepped outside and closed the door. In a few moments, Alison called out to him and he entered. He looked at her. His shirt looked good on her. Her long shapely legs bare. "I know you won't believe this, but I think you look absolutely fantastic."
"You're right, I don't believe it." She smiled then looked at him for a long moment. Was that a pin drop? You could have heard it. Then she sauntered over to stand right in front of him. "But thanks anyway." She stood on her tip-toes and gave him a quick kiss. Nothing fancy, just a friendly kiss. She returned to stand flat footed again.
A second passed by, then two. Then they flung their arms around each other and started kissing passionately. Starving for each other they kissed over and over. She frantically unbuttoned his shirt and opened his pants. He quickly ran is hand up under the T-shirt to hold onto her firm butt. Then after a few seconds of grinding her crotch into his he went up higher and around her front to massage her breasts. She responded, she moaned in joy and leaned back. He left her a moment to remove her T-shirt She acted in kind by removing his shirt. He want back to her breasts, so magnificent, so firm. He reached around her back and loosened the bra. It was a blue bra. A little on the lacy side. Light, like a whisper. It gently fell to the floor, but Henry wasn't watching it fall. More bras get lost that way. Henry circled his hands around her body, her skin was so smooth. He knelt down, holding each breast in his hands, he started licking them. First he chased his tongue around her nipple, being careful not to touch it. Then, when it was thoroughly wet, he gently blew on it. "Yes!" Alison moaned. "More!" Her voice was barely audible. Henry moved to the other breast and continued his ministrations. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Henry started to knead each breast, then moved to licking and sucking the now firm nipples. "Yes!" she cried again, "Yes! Yes! Mmmmmmm! Ungh!" She shrieked and her body shook with her first orgasm. She leaned against him, her legs too weak to stand. He moved his hands down onto her hips, then slowly licked his way from her nipples down her flat tummy to the top edge of her panties. They too were light blue and just a little lacy. He looked up to see her face, but all he could see were the underside of her breasts. Back to his work, he ran his tongue just under the top fringe. Then he moved his tongue down the front of her panties, found them wet, and licked at the sweet, beautiful taste of her juices. He gently put one finger of each hand under her panties and slipped them down her long luscious legs. She stepped out of them on queue. He gently, slowly ran his hands up from her feet all the way up the back of her legs. Then back down, then back up the outside, then back down, back up the front, then back down, then, even more slowly, up the inside of her legs. When he reached her womanhood, he removed his right hand and slowly massaged her with his left. He licked back up her stomach, up to her breasts, up her sternum and neck, while still massaging her with his left hand. When he looked into her eyes they were closed, her mouth partially open, ready for him to kiss her again. So he did. She rapped her arms around him as he repeatedly kissed her. Her fire was rising again. With his right hand he held her butt, with his left her rubbed her crotch. She half stood, half hung from him as she weaved her hips around, undulating forward. Her kisses became shorter, but faster. She clung to him tighter. "Baby, baby...! Mmmmmmmhhh, Nnnnnnnn, Yes! More! Faster!" She exclaimed. Almost breathless. Soon she couldn't speak, just moans. She bucked against him, as he rubbed her more. Then she squealed in his ear as her next orgasm shook her. She frantically held on to him. It took several seconds for her shaking to stop, and her entire body was tensed, but Henry still managed to keep his hand moving in the gentle circling motion.
Finally she relaxed, kissed him on the neck, "Take me to bed, I can't stand up anymore." Henry separated a little from her, but still held onto her. He gently lifted her and carried her to his bed. She quickly reached down and pulled down the bedding, then Henry gently laid her down. She seemed even more beautiful. "Now, it's your turn." Henry smiled. He sat down and removed his shoes and socks. Then stood to drop his pants. They were already unsnapped, but the zipper managed to hold them up. That and his swelling manhood. Without taking his eyes off her he lowered the zipper and let the pants fall. "Oh my!" Alison said cheerfully. Why shouldn't she be impressed. He was very well endowed. At least in this reality he was. He removed his underwear. It was rather tight after all. "Oh God. You're, you're, you're... Oh God!" He moved to the bedside. She reached out with one hand and took his swelling manhood and started kneading it stiffer as he moved on top of her. Soon one hand wasn't large enough as he stiffened and enlarged. "I don't know if I can take all of this." She cooed.
"I think you can. You're not a small girl yourself." Henry whispered in the ear he had been nibbling. "I'll go easy."
"I think you're ready, I know I am." She whispered back. Henry shifted back. Alison quickly placed a couple pillows under her hips, to help lift it to a better angle. Then she help guide him into her. "This is going to be tight."
"Do you want me to stop?" Henry asked with all sincerity.
"No! Just go slow." She held his thick shaft to her. "Push, a little."
He did.
"More, harder, more, God that's great!" She could feel herself opening up to accept him into her. "More, more, you're almost there, Aaaah!" And her opening moved past the head of his penis. "Now take it easy. I'll be sore enough as it is."
He slowly started to push himself into her. Then he'd withdraw a little, her warmth squeezing around him, opening up to him, welcoming him. Then he'd push in a little deeper. Each slow, luxurious stroke a little deeper. Finally, after a few minutes, he was totally inside of her. "That wasn't so hard was it?"
She laughed. "Wrong choice of words! It is hard, but it wasn't so difficult." She started moving her hips, he got the message and slowly stroked in and out of her, using long, slow strokes. Before her passions took her away she managed to say, "I hope it stays hard for a long time!"
He laughed, kissed her, and began stroking a little more quickly. Soon, he could feel her hands clawing into his back as she rose to join him. Faster he'd stroke. Breathing came faster and faster, sweat glistened off their bodies, words were lost as the passion built. She rose to another orgasm, he kept up the feverish pace for a couple strokes, then slowed way down as she relaxed, and recovered. In a few minutes she kissed him again, and simply said "Faster darling." And he started again. Again and again she'd shudder. Her passions blazing out of control. He'd slow down, let her catch her breath, then speed back up again. During one of the slow times she whispered out. "Faster, but this time, don't stop.... until your done." She was spent, she knew it would be a long time in the love making before she had another orgasm. How he'd managed to hold it back for so long was incredible.
So Henry moved his hips faster, putting a little sideways twist each down stroke. Soon he felt his fire burning, his seed rising, "Here I come." He grunted.
"Give it to me. I want it!" Alison grunted back. "All of it!" Pause "Faster! Faster!"
"MMMmmmgh" Henry was moving as fast as he could, his entire 12 inch shaft moving in and out of Alison almost its entire length. Fire consumed him and soon he was pumping his seed deep into her.
"Keep going!" gasp "Don't..." gasp "stop" gasp "I'm coming!"
He continued to pour more and more into her. He felt as if he would never run out. She shook in response. Orgasm after orgasm mixing their collective juices.
Finally, he could give no more, and neither could Alison. He kissed her. And held himself deep inside her while their nerves settled down. Their breathing slowed, they kissed. He slowly started moving out of her. She quickly reached down to hold herself closed as he moved the rest of the way out. Finally they separated. He saw fluid leak out of her between her fingers.
"Get my panties will you?" Alison said. "I want to hold as much of you inside me as I can."
Henry, weak and exhausted, managed to get off her, found her panties, and put them on her. She raised her butt and he slid her panties over her hands. Then he crawled in beside her and cuddled a while. After about ten minutes of kissing, fondling, and suckling, she pulled one hand out from her panties and wrapped it around him.
"You really know how to stretch a girl out." She said as she nuzzled and kissed him. "I'm still not all together yet."
"Take all the time you need." Henry replied. He went back down to her nipples and gently kissed them. Alison purred as he suckled her. She didn't have any milk to give him, but it sure felt good. A few minutes later, she tentatively removed her other hand from under her panties, and held his head to her breasts. She was quickly regaining her strength.
"Hey, mmmmmm, it's your turn. Roll over." Henry obliged and rolled over onto his back. Alison carefully moved off the pillows and slid down. She dared not move too fast, there was still a lot of Henry inside her and she didn't want anything flooding out. She took his penis, she still couldn't believe how long and thick it was, and slowly started licking it. With one hand she held the penis while the other encircled his testicles. She was amazed at the size of them. Each one was much larger than her fist. How could he walk with these things between his legs. His penis started stiffening as she sucked on it. While she couldn't take all of him in her mouth, she tried as best she could. Her mouth was around his penis head, sucking, stroking, her tongue lashing its opening. One hand was stroking the middle and lower part of it, and her other hand was moving his testicles up and down. She left them hang, then stroked the very base with just one finger. Up and down between the testicles.
"Any more of this and I'll explode!" Henry groaned.
Alison removed his penis long enough to answer him. "I want you to." She went back to sucking on him.
"Really?"
"Mmmn mmmm!" she grunted back.
"Ungh, here it comes!" Henry called. His testicles swelled, he didn't want to, but his hips started jerking up and down, soon he was exploding in Alison's mouth. She tried to keep it all in, but there was just too much. It flowed out all around her lips as she tried to swallow. It dripped down onto his stomach as he pumped and pumped. Alison kept on sucking, Henry kept on pumping. When he thought he was done, Alison started using her fingernails on his manhood, gently scratching, her finger on the very base sent shock waves though him again, he started pumping again. More sperm exploded in her mouth. More spilled out onto his stomach. Finally he was done and he grew soft. Alison kept on sucking him to get the very last drop out of him. Then she looked up at him and down at all the sperm on his stomach. With glee she ran a finger through it, then licked her finger off. Then, just as happily, licked it all off his body. Finished with that, she curled up beside him, and went to sleep. Soon the physical exhaustion replaced the emotional high he was on and he too dosed off.
In what seem like a blink of an eye, he was awake. Where was Alison? Then he heard the shower running. Alison was in the shower! Cool! He penis thought of that too, and it started responding. I think I'll just go in there and surprise her! He got out of bed, noting he'd have to change the bedding, and walked into bathroom. He opened the shower curtain. "Can I wash you back?"
"No," she replied, "But you can wash my front."
"I shall endeavor to leave no place untouched!" Henry replied with salute. He took the soap and started soaping her down. One orgasm later, he got down to her waist.
"My boobs are really sensitive."
"I noticed." Henry replied kissing one. "Hey did you ever wonder what you'd look like if they were smaller, or larger?"
She was getting weak in the knees again, another orgasm was coming....
It came.
"I sometimes wondered what I'd look like with the big tits those porn stars have. But I don't want to do that to my body. Implants are dangerous, and they don't feel right."
"But you were curious?"
"Sure," Alison, rinsed herself off. "But these are big enough. A lot of guys spend a lot of time looking at them."
"Including me."
"Including you." Alison smiled. "But I like you looking at me."
"Watch this." Henry replied. He placed his hands on her breasts slowly massaging them. Then he closed his eyes for a moment. He opened them again and his thoughts were turning into reality. There as he held her breasts, they started to swell. A little at first, then faster, faster, faster. In a matter of moments, her breasts had grown to the size of volley balls.
"Oh my God!?!" Alison stammered. But she didn't pull back, didn't ask him to stop. In some dark corner of her mind, she wanted the largest breasts possible and now it was happening to her. Right before her very eyes. Her breasts tingled as the continued to expand. Soon she was passing basketball size. "More." she said as another orgasm flooded her body. Her juices ran down her leg. Soon he moved his hands down, her breasts had extended past her waist.
"I can't see your belly button anymore." Henry replied.
"More!"
Henry thought it'd be better if her breasts were rounder, firmer, then they could be larger and not have to hang down so far. Instantly, they started to expand, like balloons.
"That's enough." Alison said when she realized she couldn't even reach her own nipples. "Anymore and I won't be able to walk!" Henry removed his hands.
"How did you do that?" Alison said running her hands along the acreage that was the side of her breasts.
"Magic."
"I gotta see." Alison
They got out of the shower and Alison walked back into the bedroom, barely squeezing through the doors, and stood in front of the full length mirror.
"You're right, I can't see my belly button." she replied. "I can barely see my bush."
"Barely."
"But these are way too big to be practical." Alison said. "You can change them back?"
"Sure I can." Henry replied, "But let's have some fun with them first."
"Good idea." Alison grabbed a hold of the most convenient part of his anatomy and lead Henry back to the bed. "You were on top last night, now it's my turn."
"You sure?" Henry asked. "Those things can't be light."
"I think, between the two of us, we'll manage."
Henry sat down on the bed then laid down. His penis, as large as ever, was firm and ready. Alison crawled on top of him. She was finding it difficult to move with such large breasts. But soon, he found his penis being swallowed up by her warm womanhood. She rested her breasts on his chest, and started moving up and down. By moving a little forward on the upswing, she found her breasts moved very little. Soon the growing need in both them controlled them. Orgasm after orgasm shook her body, while Henry exploded time and again inside her. Their juices ran out of her and down his shaft. It was wondrous.
After catching their breaths, Henry moved Alison's right breast and started licking her nipple. Her breast was so large he actually had to push the nipple area back and downward to reach it. Her nipple hardened and expanded. He heard Alison moaning, but he couldn't see her face, she was just too large. Suddenly he felt a warmth on his chin. He continued his licking and soon he discovered he was suckling this gigantic breast. Milk flowed, Alison moaned, Henry continued. He stopped licking and went to suckling. More and more milk filled his mouth. He swallowed as if dying of thirst. He felt he penis hardening again, but Alison wasn't responding, she just moaned. He paused.
"Here, you try this." He said. The next few minutes were spent with the two of them moving her breast around so she could suckle her own breast. That accomplished she began suckling with abandon. Henry, not wanting to stop, moved to her other breast, it only took a couple moments before the milk started coming. It was a feast for the gods, Henry thought. Soon he could feel Alison tensing the length of his penis. She wasn't moving her hips at all, just massaging his manhood. If felt unlike anything he'd ever experienced. With his free hand, he moved down to rub her womanhood. The effect was spectacular, her work increased, but without her hips moving. The intensity increased. He continued suckling on Alison's breast. The milk still coming. He could tell from Alison's groaning, she was still sucking on the other breast. Obviously still getting milk too. When he imagined her monstrous breasts filled with milk he couldn't help himself. His sperm erupted from his penis and continued for what seemed forever. Yet Alison had yet to move her hips. Unbelievable.
Finally he felt Alison's right breast weighing against him again. "I can't swallow anymore." She said. "I'm full."
Henry stopped suckling. And he could feel Alison relaxing on top of him. After about 10 minutes of gently stroking her, Alison moved to get off him. It wasn't as difficult this time. He wasn't as horny, and Alison's breast were lighter. She moved off. He watched her as she walked out of the room. Her breasts visible from behind. She had to squeeze through the doorway, but she managed. Then he heard the bathroom door close. Several minutes later she squeezed back through the door, came in and stood in front of the mirror. Her massive breasts hung down past her waste, and stood out very far and wide.
"I can't stay this big." Alison said examining herself. "Please, make me smaller."
Henry got out of bed. His large penis and testicles swinging back and forth as he walked. They didn't swing long. Knowing Alison was standing there aroused him yet again. It seemed that every time he had sex he could do it longer and harder than the time before. He delivered more sperm and was ready to have sex again sooner. Henry stood behind Alison, reached around and started massaging the sides of beach ball sized breasts. Then as they watched, they started receding. They got smaller, smaller, smaller. Henry stopped before her breasts returned to their normal size. He left her breasts about twice their normal size. They were a handful, much more than a handful. Slightly larger than a volley ball, but not as large as a basketball. They were very firm, and they rested on Alison's ribcage. Even standing naked, they just touched in the middle.
"That's about as large as I'd ever want you to be." Henry said kissing her neck. "I wouldn't want them any larger, too hard to move around if they were bigger." Henry moved his hands down across Alison's now visible stomach and down to her womanhood.
Alison moaned once and went weak in the knees. Henry caught her. She leaned against him. She looked at herself in the mirror. "I kinda like them. Big, but manageable." She felt Henry's hardening penis against her back. She turned around and pressed her new, less voluptuous body against his. He held her tightly, one hand firmly on her butt, the other across her shoulders. She leaned up to kiss him, he bent down to kiss her, the room went black.
"What....?" Henry was confused. "What's going on?" Then he opened his eyes, he was back in his basement in the suit. He shook his head, trying to get the cobwebs out of his head. It was so real, so complete. So wondrous. It had to be real. Then as the real reality became more and more clear he realized the suit wasn't loosening. Something was wrong. He managed to get the suit unzipped and realized that there wasn't anything wrong at all. It was him. He had just spent two hours in the suit. His muscles had developed so much that the suit was now too small. He'd have to make a new suit before the next workout. He instructed the computer to make a video tape of his last "trip" and went up to take a shower. He wanted to view his work. He wanted to know if the virtual reality improved in authenticity as the "trip" progressed. As he bathed, he thought back on his sexual encounters with Alison. He felt the warmth spread in is groin. He couldn't be ready again, not after all the sex he had with Alison, but wait, that was virtual sex. Not real sex. He reached down and found his penis. "What....?" His penis was larger now than it had ever been. Even when he was fully hard. And he didn't feel that hard yet. Fascinated, he stood there watching his penis continue to swell as he stroked. Soon he had extended to a full 8 inches. His penis pulsed, Henry stroked. Soon he stroked faster and faster, and his semen gushed out of him, again and again. And again. Definitely the best masturbation session he had ever had. He finished his shower and dried off. He looked in the mirror. He was definitely well on his way. It would be interesting to see how he built when the program had run its course. It had been an exhausting day, he put on a pair of underwear, again he looked in the mirror to see that he filled up the underwear very well. Then he went off to bed.
He spent the weekend and into the next week building the new suit and making the other refinements he had thought of into the computer. Somewhere it dawned on him that the more he used the machine, the clearer his thinking was becoming. He analyzed problems and came up with conclusions much more quickly then he ever had. It was nice to be able to speak with the computer instead of typing in instructions.
Every man, unless he has a penis the size of a telephone pole, probably wants a larger one, so too did Henry. Before his next use of his new suit Thursday night, Henry stepped on the platform and ordered the computer to start scanning. A few minutes later, he was looking at a holographic image of himself. It took about a half hour of "Make this larger, make that smaller" instructions before he was satisfied with the new image of himself.
He put on the new suit. He first fastened the collar. He closed his eyes and said "Close suit." Instantly, the suit wrapped itself around him. There were no seams visible. But he built in a safety. If the power was cut, the suit would relinquish it's shell appearance and release him.
"Begin" Henry said. The suit tightened and Henry was transported back into his living room. He was in his robe on the coach when Alison, in his T-shirt, and nothing else walked in. Her breasts were as large as they were when he last "saw" her.
A couple hours later, Henry was released from the suit and found his new body even stronger, and better endowed, than he was before.
Friday night, he was ready for another use of the suit. He hadn't seen Alison for a long time, so when he pulled into his garage, he decided he'd stop by.
"Henry!" Alison said with genuine joy. "You look great! You've really been working out." Alison gave him a big hug. He half expected her breasts to be twice their size, but he had to remind himself this was the real reality. Not the mentally fabricated one he had visited for a couple hours.
"Yeah, I've been busy." Henry responded. "I've been busy and I've neglected my best friend. My apologies."
"That's OK." Alison replied. "Say, where do you work out?"
"In my basement." Henry replied. "I've come up with some new ideas and they're really working out."
"You're not doing steroids are you?" Alison looked skeptical.
"No of course not." Henry shook his head. "I'm not crazy. That stuff is dangerous."
"You're telling me. I hear stories all the time." Alison replied. She had gone to the fridge and poured a couple glasses of lemonade. They had often had these talks and lemonade at her kitchen table was the usual setting. They talked for another hour. Alison had to get ready for her date with Johnny and Henry had to get back to his work.
"I have to ask." Henry said. "Forgive me for being blunt. Has Johnny abused you in any way since that time I discovered it?"
Alison hesitated. "No, he hasn't."
"But..." Henry coaxed.
"No no," Alison answered. "He hasn't touched me."
Henry reached out and held her by the shoulders. "I think you're scarred of him. If he ever touches you and you don't want him to, you tell me. Understand? I care far too much about you to let you get hurt. In fact..." Henry pulled out his wallet and gave her is spare house key. "Here's an extra key to the back door of my house. Any time, day or night, if you don't want to be here, just come on over. Don't worry about knocking, just come on in. OK?"
"OK."
"Promise?" Henry replied.
"I promise." Alison gave him another hug. "Why can't all men be like you?"
"If all the men on the world were like me, then we wouldn't be appreciated."
"I appreciate you." Alison replied releasing her hug. Henry moved to leave. "Why don't you find yourself a woman and get yourself married? You'd make a good husband."
She'd ask that question before, and Henry would always shrug it off and say something. But this time he was a little bolder. "I have found myself a good woman, I love her very much, but she doesn't know it and she's seeing someone else."
It hit Alison like a thunderclap. She didn't know what to say. By the time she could respond, Henry had left her house and was almost to his door.
That night, Henry worked out for another three hours. He had less than 10 hours left to go.
Saturday, Henry spent the day cleaning up around the house. He had neglected a lot of things lately. He had to catch up. He found that his housework went much faster. Maybe it was the extra strength that made moving everything so much easier. Maybe it was the extra energy that helped make it more pleasurable to do the work. The house seemed smaller now. Maybe because he could move through it so much more quickly than he had before. Whatever the reason, the day went quickly and efficiently.
He entered the suit again at about 8:00. He was done at 11:00. Seven hours left. He showered and was just sitting down to watch a late, late movie when he heard a soft knock. He answered it to see Alison standing out in the rain. Alison was a beautiful woman, but right now, she wasn't. She was bloody and beaten. Her dress was barely on her. Ripped into rags. Without hesitation, Henry picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. She didn't speak. He put her down on his bed and left. He rushed to the bathroom and retrieved a first aid kit, towels, scissors and various other things. He worked gently. He cut her dress from her. If he had been thinking of his virtual reality, he would have been expecting the lacy sky blue bra and underwear. It was black this time. He left that on. He didn't want her to think the worst of him. Next he installed her under the blankets. He gently cleaned the blood from her face, and thanked the deities she fell asleep. Once he knew she was asleep, he locked the doors and went to her house. He carefully packed up some things he thought she might need. Locked the doors, then moved her car into his garage next to his. It was a two stall garage with two doors. He carefully taped thick paper over all the windows so no one could look in. Then went back to his house. He moved his big comfortable chair into the bedroom and took up guard duty.
He awoke early the next morning to see Alison still sleeping. He needed to stretch his legs and take a shower, but he didn't dare. He contented himself by pacing the living room floor for the next half hour. Next he made a few calls. Finally through a friend of a friend, he found a doctor that was willing to come over and checked Alison over.
Finally, about noon, Alison woke up.
"You doing OK?" Henry asked gently.
"What..." Alison tried to get up.
"Shhhh" Henry said pushing her back down. "Lie down now. You're safe here. Just lie down and concentrate on getting better."
"Henry?" Alison tried to speak.
"Thirsty?" Henry guessed. Alison nodded. "Hold that thought, I'll be right back." Henry left and quickly reappeared with a glass of water. Gently he held her head and helped her drink. "Better?"
"Yes," Alison replied. "Thank-you. Where am I?"
"You're at my house." Henry replied. "You came over last night. You were very hurt. I brought you in, put you to bed and watched over you."
"I shouldn't have bothered you." Alison again tried to get up.
"Nonsense, and will you relax." Henry replied. "I won't hurt you. You're safe here. Just relax. I've always wanted to take care of a beautiful woman, now's my chance." Henry paused. "Please, lie back, relax. You're always welcome here. Please, let me help you."
Alison saw such honesty, sincerity, and love in Henry's face, she finally relaxed. "OK."
"Good." Henry replied. "Now, I went over to your house. I packed up a few things and brought them over. The doors are all locked up and your car is in my garage. Everything nice and neat. If you need anything else, I'll go over later."
Alison didn't say anything. "I cut your dress off you." Alison jumped a little. "I didn't take advantage of you. The dress was really nothing more than scraps. Besides it was raining and you were soaked to the bone. I needed to get you warm and dry. If you like I can have a friend, female friend, come over and help you with changing and bathroom and stuff like that."
"Thanks, not that I don't trust you, but I'm really shaky right now."
Henry took her hand. "It's OK. I understand."
"Thanks." Alison was getting tired again.
"One more thing, the most important thing." Henry replied. "I got a doctor to look you over, he says you're going to be OK, but that you should go and see a doctor as soon as you can. I thought we could try that this afternoon or tomorrow."
Alison was almost asleep again.
"Now, just rest and I'll be right here if you need me." Alison's hold on his hand relaxed and she fell back asleep. Henry made sure she was resting comfortably for a few minutes more, then went off the call his friend. Once he told her enough, she agreed to come over in few hours. Henry felt she'd sleep that long.
The next time Alison woke up, it was late afternoon. Henry introduced Brenda and Alison made it the short distance to the bathroom and back. Brenda helped Alison into a nightgown and back in bed. Alison had gained a lot of her strength back and was sitting up in bed when Henry came back in.
"Feeling better?"
"Much, thanks again for helping me." Alison replied. "Can I ask you to do something for me?"
"Of course." Henry said. Holding Alison's hand.
"I'm kinda hungry." Alison said with the first smile in a long time.
"Of course!" Henry exclaimed. With animation he slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand. "I should have thought of that. What would you like?"
"Anything." Alison replied. "I'm not fussy."
"I know this sounds old fashion, but how about some chicken soup?" Henry smiled back. His voiced softened with concern. "It tastes good, easy to swallow, easy to keep down, and good for you too."
"That sounds wonderful." Alison replied.
"Good!" Henry squeezed her hand. "Just relax and I'll have a meal fit for a queen, in a few minutes."
Fifteen minutes or so later, Henry returned with Alison's meal. "Here we go. Sorry it took so long, but I couldn't catch the chicken! They're fast!" Alison chuckled. "But seriously, here's some from scratch, re-heated chicken soup. I can up chicken soup stock, then when I want some, just open it up, cook some noodles and here you go. Plus a grilled cheese sandwich, crackers, milk, and a rose from Ms. Timpson's garden."
"It looks really good." Alison replied. Indeed her mouth was watering and stomach growling. Vapors from good chicken soup tended to do that.
"Don't let me stop you, dig in." Henry replied. Alison did. Soon she was finished.
"That was very good." Alison said putting down her remaining morsel of sandwich. "I simply can't eat any more."
"No problem." Henry said. "You polished most of it off. Now, do you need to use the bathroom? Do you want my help, I can call Brenda again if you'd like."
"Not right now." Alison replied. "I just need to rest a little."
"Do you want me to call Brenda, maybe have her come over in an hour or so?"
"No, I trust you." Alison replied. After an hour, Alison asked Henry to help her to the bathroom. It was difficult, but Henry waited outside. When Alison called, he quietly opened the door and found Alison sitting on the toilet, her panties on the floor. "I can't stand up." Alison said. She was embarrassed, and felt very badly.
Henry moved to her, without taking his eyes off hers. He gently reached under her arms and picked her up, helping her stand. Then he knelt down and gently raised her panties up her legs. Being very careful not to "feel her up" he gently put her panties on her, and smoothed down her nightgown. He stood again in front of her and looked her in her eyes. He dared not do anything to upset the delicate trust she had in him. She had just been seriously beaten. He was lucky that she trusted him this much. Gently he led her back to the bedroom and put her to bed.
"You'll feel better tomorrow morning." Henry said holding her hand. "A good night's sleep and you'll see."
Henry was right, the next morning, though she slept late, she woke up hungry, alert, and anxious to be healthy again. A big breakfast of poached eggs, orange juice, milk, and sausage left her feeling stuffed and much better. He helped her to the bathroom and waited outside. This time, however, she managed on her own and was soon coming back out.
"I know this may sound weird, but if you'd like, I could wash your hair for you." Henry offered. "I want to take you to the doctor today, so he can look at you better, and a clean head of hair would brighten your spirits."
"Thanks, but can't I just take a shower?" Alison asked.
"Ummm," Henry was embarrassed. "You could,... but ....in order to take a shower you'd have to be naked, and, ah.. well, what if something happened and I had to help you? I didn't see anything the last time I helped you, but it couldn't be avoided this time."
"You're embarrassed." Alison smiled and laughed. "Henry you're so precious."
"I'm serious. You trust me, I know that. But do you trust me that much?" Henry replied. "I'm not so sure."
Alison saw his sincerity and thought for a moment. "Let's make this easy for you. Help me up." Alison threw the blankets off her. In a few moments she was standing at the side of the bed. She reached up under her night gown and removed her panties. They fell to the floor. Steadying herself on Henry, she stepped out of them. Then, though she winced at her soreness, she pulled the nightgown over her head and stood their naked in front of him. Henry refused to look down. He knew what he would see, but he was too scared. "Henry look at me. Look at all of me."
Henry swallowed. Hard. Then lowered his eyes to look over her nakedness.
"Step back, take a good long look." Alison said.
Henry did as he was told and stepped back a few feet. Then she turned around letting him see her at every angle. She was still bruised, beaten, scratched and in generally bad shape, but to Henry she was beautiful. And he told her so.
"Come here." Alison said lifting her arms for a hug. Henry obliged. "Thanks," She whispered in his ears. "I want you to look at me. Forever. I want to be yours." Tears were coming from her eyes. "I never realized you were so important to me until now. Don't let me go. Please?"
"I won't." Henry said still holding her tight. "I've wanted you from the first moment I saw you." He relaxed his grip and looked into her eyes again. Then for the first time, their lips met. It was a tender, gentle kiss full of love, and caring. They went back to hugging. Henry couldn't help but become sexually aroused. His manhood stiffening in his pants. Alison, her body pressed up tight against him couldn't help but feel his response.
"Not now." Alison whispered in his ear. "I know you want me. I want you too, but I can't right now. Let me get better first. I'm really sorry, please understand. Please, please understand."
"I do." Henry took a deep breath, held it and relaxed. He squeezed her a little tighter. Then he released her. That seemed to help a little. "Come, let's get you cleaned up." He helped her to the bathroom and into the shower. He stood outside the shower as she cleaned herself. Then helped her to the bedroom. He helped her dress in a bra and panties. Then a blouse and blue jeans. Then some socklets and sneakers. He gently helped her to a chair and combed out her hair. All the time she held him, touched him, or leaned against him.
Next he took his car out of the garage and pulled it as close the to door as possible. He helped Alison to the car and took her to the Doctor's office. He checked her out carefully. Nothing was left unexamined. She turned out to be very lucky. Nothing was broken. A few days of rest, and once the bruises faded, she'd be 'right a rain.'
Henry took her home. Alison came up with a list of things she wanted from her house. Brenda came over after work and her and Henry retrieved the list full. That night, Alison asked Henry to sleep with her. "No hanky panky." She said. Henry changed into his pajamas and slipped into the bed beside her. She curled up beside him and drifted off to sleep. The next morning he awoke to nature's call and found Alison still asleep beside him. His most sacred dream had come true. On the few occasion he had had sex, he, or the woman had left afterwards. This time, he had woke up with his love beside him. He carefully got out of bed, did his duties and returned to the bed. He wanted to cherish this moment for as long as he could. As he settled back under the blankets, Alison woke up.
"Good morning." Henry smiled.
"Mmmm, good morning." Alison said back.
"How do you feel this morning?"
Alison moved experimentally. She winced a couple times. "Still sore, but better."
"Would you like help to the little girls room before breakfast?"
"Yes please." Alison said. Henry got back out of bed and helped her to the bathroom. She returned showered, and bright eyed. He escorted her back the the bedroom where she insisted on combing her own hair and getting ready for the day. Henry excused himself and took his turn in the shower. He returned to the bedroom cleanly shaven, dressed and ready for the day.
"Henry, sit down please." Alison said. Henry moved to the big chair in the corner. Alison came over and sat on his lap. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Henry moved one hand around her narrow waist. The other gently resting her lap. Alison seem to need to be in constant physical contact with Henry. That was all well and good, for now, but she could overdo it. Henry realized she was using the physical contact as kind of a crutch. As long as she was touching him, she was safe. He reasoned that after a time, she would stand on her own again. He just hoped she wouldn't stand totally on her own again.
"How come you haven't asked me what happened?"
Henry looked her in the eyes and thought a moment. "Two reasons. One, I have a pretty good idea of what happened. And two, I figured you'd tell me when you're ready." Henry paused for a long long moment. "Are you ready?"
Alison nodded and proceeded to tell him all that happened on that rainy night. Johnny had picked her up as usual. From there on it was downhill. He complained about everything she did. How she dressed, how she ate, how she kissed, how she performed in bed. Then he said he was going out for some beer and rummaged through her purse for some money. He discovered the key Henry had given her and went ballistic. He couldn't and wouldn't believe the truth. Accused her of cheating on him and began by a slap. A powerful backhand slap. The more she insisted on telling the truth, the more he beat her. Soon switching from slaps to closed fists punches. Then throwing her around, knocking her down and eventually kicking her. He stormed out. It was then she managed to make it across the lawn to Henry's door.
"I'll kill him." Henry said with quiet ferocity.
"No, forget about him." Alison said. She moved one hand up to the side of his face. "He's not worth it." Alison calmed him down and spent many long minutes letting him hold her.
"Can you just hold me for a while?"
"That's what I've been doing." Henry finally cracked a joke. He wanted to lighten the moment.
"I know. You do it very well." Alison whispered her voice getting husky despite herself.
"I'd like to do more, if you'll let me." Henry looked at her.
"I'll let you. But nothing rough. OK?"
"Sure, I'll only do what you want me to." Henry answered.
Alison didn't answer. She leaned towards him and kissed him. They spent the rest of the morning cuddling in the big chair, or on the couch in the living room. A slow, romantic cuddling.
The rest of the week went by quickly. Henry would work out for about a half hour each afternoon while Alison napped. Then in the evenings, he worked on the latest idea he had. Never, except during the workouts, was he more than earshot away from her. Alison recovered her strength and by Friday night she was no longer sore. Some bruises were still there but, they were fading quickly. Saturday night, Henry took Alison out for the first time. They found a nice little Italian restaurant and Henry proudly escorted Alison in. Alison just as happily rapped her arm around Henry. Many eyes turned at the good looking couple coming through the door.
That night back at Henry's house, they made love for the first time. Henry no longer needed the Virtual Reality sex that he had invented. The real thing was much better. The next week, Alison spent her time getting used to her new surroundings. She was still weak, and she moved carefully, but she was starting to get restless. She could only unpack those things that Henry would bring back from her house. At night, Henry would work out in the basement each night, and come back up bigger, stronger, than he was before.
Friday night, her curiosity got the best of her. "I know you wanted to surprise me, but I can't stand it any more. What do you have in the basement that you don't want me to see?"
"Nothing." Henry said. Alison gave him a stern look. "I just wanted it to be a surprise. Come, I'll show you."
"What's all this?" Alison said as she looked around at the collection of hardware in the basement.
"This is an exercise suit. You put this on and it exercises your entire body. It is connected to the computer and the computer controls everything." Henry explained. "It wedges itself between your brain and your body. It exercises your body, monitors it, and adjusts the workout. Totally automatic. You no longer need to get bored with your routine because the computer makes sure every muscle is exercised to it's limit. Or to where you want it. Meanwhile, your brain is made to think it is in some virtual reality."
"Can I try it?" Alison asked.
"You sure you're up to it?" Henry asked.
"Sure, what do I do?"
"First take off all your clothes." Alison opened her eyes wide. "No, I'm serious. Remove all your clothing. Then you stand on this pedestal. The computer takes an entire body picture of you and forms a 3D image of you in its memory. Then it knows how to exercise you to the best benefit."
Alison wasn't sure she believed him but she removed her clothing anyway and stood on the pedestal.
"Computer," Henry said, "This is Alison, please begin scanning."
"Hello Alison," The computer said to her in her own voice. "My voice module was modeled after yours. I hope you don't mind. Please stand still while I scan you."
Alison stood incredulous. Her mouth dropped open and stood still as a lighted ring dropped from the ceiling and moved down to the floor and back up.
"Scan complete." The computer said. "Thank-you. Image being projected now."
Henry motioned for Alison to join him on the other side of the instrument panel and together they watched a twelve inch high model of Alison take shape above the display.
"What kind of program do you wish?" The computer asked.
"Just a warm-up exercise computer." Henry replied. "I'd like you to warm her up and give a good work-out."
"Understood, no modifications at this time." The computer replied. "Alison, if you'd step into the suit, we can begin."
"What does that mean?" Alison said as Henry guided her over to the apparatus. Henry took a small suit of the hanger on the wall and fastened it to the lift.
"It means that you could tell it what you wanted to change on your body and it could do that, in time." Henry replied.
"Is that what you're doing?" Alison asked.
"Yup. I wanted a body like a body builder, and I programmed it in. The computer said it would take 20 some hours in the suit to do it. I've got about 5 hours left."
"In twenty hours you went from what you were to what you are now?"
"Yes." Henry "Now can you see why I wanted to keep this a secret?"
"Can I try?" Alison asked.
"Yes," Henry replied, "But not this time. It's a little unnerving at first. And I just want to limber you up a bit." Henry fastened the collar around Alison's neck, positioning the pick-up point at the base of her neck on her back. "Computer, close suit." The suit moved around Alison's body. This was the third generation suit. Henry had just finished making it. This new suit fit and looked like a black spandex suit. "Now, the computer will put you in a virtual reality. You know about that stuff right?" Alison nodded. "Well this is better than anything you've heard about. You will believe you're actually there. Computer, select the carnival VR please. Place me there with Alison." Henry went to the chair and put on a collar just like the suit's collar. It too had the pickup point and the wires running to another console. "Alison, I'll start up the program in a second. I'll be right there with you. Ready?" Alison nodded again, slightly frightened. "Computer start the program please. Place myself and Alison together."
Together they closed their eyes and they found themselves just inside the entrance to the carnival.
"See, I told you you would like it here." Henry said. Alison was standing beside him. She had an amazed look on her face as she looked around. Henry took her hand and she looked down at it. Still in awe. "Come on, let's walk around a bit."
All too soon the scene went black and they opened their eyes to find themselves back in the basement.
"Wow!" Alison exclaimed. "That was unbelievable!"
Henry was grinning. "I thought you'd like it. Computer, release suit." The suit opened up and Alison stepped out. Her naked body was slightly damp with sweat. Henry quickly sprayed the suit down with deodorant and put it away. Then he looked at Alison again. "You know, I think your bruises cleared up a lot."
Alison looked in the mirror Henry had put in a few days ago. "I think you're right."
"Come on, better take a shower before you catch a cold." Alison scooted up stairs and Henry heard the water running as he finished cleaning up the suits and shutting down the computer. He went up stairs and sprawled out on the couch as Alison came out of the bathroom drying her hair. A long bathrobe tied around her waist.
"That machine is something else." Alison said walking towards him. "I haven't felt this good in a long time. Not since... you know."
"I plan on setting up some exclusive salons and charge a lot of money for using it. I'll start in Hollywood, there's always a market in Hollywood. I'll blindfold everybody so they don't know what's going on. It'll add to the mystery and make it all that much more intriguing and easier to sell."
"Sounds like a great idea." She untied her robe's belt opened it a little. "But right now, I have another form of exercise in mind." Without removing her robe, she moved to lay on top of him. She started by kissing him several times. Then, she unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. Then she guided his manhood into her. Under the robe, he placed his hands on her firm butt and helped her move her hips up and down. They looked into each other's eyes for as long as they could until the animals inside of them took over and the warm purring turned into grunting and squealing.
Another week passed and Alison's recovery was complete. She went back to work on Monday and found her job very easy now. The workouts the suit was giving her was more than she'd ever need at work. In the evenings, they would move her belongings into Henry's house. It was a proud day when the Realtor sold her old house and handed Alison the check. She decided they'd use the sudden of influx of money to pay for two things. A wedding, and an addition to the their house.
Then, the nightmare returned. Johnny, who had been so silent, for so long, heard about Alison's wedding and came pounding on Henry's door.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my woman!" Johnny screamed at Henry. Alison was working out.
"She's not your woman." Henry said. "Now go away." Henry wanted to punch him, but Alison wanted to leave in the past, and he wanted to respect her wishes.
"Fuck you!" Johnny said, and swung a punch aimed at Henry's jaw. What followed was a knockdown, dragout, no holds barred fight. It was even for a long time. Henry's superior strength holding out against Johnny's fighting experience. Finally the tide turned and Henry started landing more punches. Finally, he had Johnny on the ground beating him over and over when Alison screamed at him to stop.
"Don't kill him." Alison said running out into the lawn wearing only a robe.
Henry held his powerful fist ready to strike again. Panting, finally he said. "No, I won't kill him." He relaxed his grip and brought his fist down. "I've got a better idea." Henry stood up. "Help me get him inside."
Henry drug Johnny inside the house and down into the basement. There he not too gently ripped his clothing off him and held him on the pedestal. The computer quickly did the scan and Henry hustled Johnny into the suit. "Computer, do not allow him to move. Prevent any voluntary muscle movement."
Johnny came to a few minutes later and looked over to see Henry and Alison and Henry talking in low tones to the computer. Finally Alison turned to Henry, "Do you think it'll work?"
"I can't see why not. It's worth a try." Henry looked back. Then saw Johnny was awake. "Well, look who's back among the living!"
"You fucker! Let me out of here!" Johnny screamed.
"I don't think so." Henry said as he and Alison moved over to look at Johnny trapped in a suit.
"You see Johnny, you beat me up. You should never have done that." Alison said. "We were going to turn you over to the police, but they're so busy, and the judicial system is so over stressed, and even if we managed to get you convicted, you'd only get off on a technicality, or something and soon you'd be back doing what you did to me to somebody else." Alison had a glint in her eye that Johnny had never seen before. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman pissed' type of look. "So we're going to deliver our own justice."
"What are you going to do to me?" Johnny asked. Cowardice bubbling to the surface.
"We're going to make so you'll never be able to beat up another woman, ever."
"What are you going to do!?!" Johnny panicked. Henry moved to put a blindfold over Johnny's eyes. The last thing Johnny remembered was Henry saying something like "Computer, begin." And everything went dark.
Two days later, Johnny opened his eyes to see Alison hovering above him. "You're awake."
Johnny's head was swimming. He groaned.
"You'll get used to it."
"Bathroom." Johnny croaked.
"You gotta go? Sure, let me help you." Alison easily helped him stand and that's where the first shock hit him. He looked Alison square in the belly button. He looked down at his body. Instead of the massive muscles, he saw a wiry frame with no fat, and no muscles.
He cleared his throat. "What did you do to me?" His voice was thinner, lighter, higher than it used to be.
"Since you insist on picking on people smaller than you, we made it so almost everybody was bigger than you. Now, come on, the bathroom's right down the hall." Alison ushered him to the bathroom.
Everything was so big now. Alison was at least a foot and a half taller than him. The bathroom seamed like a coliseum. He lifted the toilet seat. Barely. It was very heavy now. He stood in front of the toilet and reached for his penis. He couldn't find it! He bent over finally he found it. It took a lot of work to hold it between his to fingers. It was only an inch or so long. Barely half an inch wide. His testicles were there, but they were almost not there. They were only the size of baby peas. He whimpered as he peed into the toilet. His manhood, he was so proud of it, it was almost gone. Crying Alison led him back to his room and dressed him. He simply sat there and cried. Next Henry returned and together, they drove him back to his apartment building. There they led him back to his apartment. They opened the door and let him in. All the while he had said nothing.
Alison tossed the keys on the coffee table. "Now, you little creep, maybe you'll think about treating people with a little more respect." They turned to leave but Johnny had one spark left. He attacked Alison with a fist to her stomach, she spun, easily deflected the punch, and upon reflex did what she wanted to do for a long time. She brought her knee up into his little crotch. She kicked him with such force, she kicked him several feet across the room.
Johnny screamed, landed, and curled up in a groaning little ball.
"Maybe you'll learn." Alison said. And they left.
The construction crews finished the addition to their house in record time. And Henry's and Alison's wedding went off without any problems. Henry easily carried his bride over the threshold and they made passionate love that night. Then next morning Henry awoke to an empty bed. He found a note on the pillow. "Darling, I have a surprise for you. Wait here and I'll be back by 8:00." Henry looked at the clock, 7:00. Another hour. He used the bathroom and got cleaned up. He returned to the bed to find Alison waiting for him. She was under the covers her legs drawn up to her.
"So what's this surprise?" Henry asked.
"Well, I was exercising the other the day and I remember how we altered Johnny. So I asked the computer about it and it showed me a couple files. At first I was shocked, then flattered, then curious. You've been there for me and you're everything I've ever dreamed of, so, I decided to become what you've dreamed of." With that, she flung off the blanket and showed him her naked body. Everything was the same except for her breasts. She now boasted a pair of breasts at least twice a large as they had ever been. They were massive, firm, and all natural.
"You didn't have to do that." Henry said, his penis stiffening despite himself. He too was naked, so he couldn't hide it.
"I know." She said as she reached out and pulled him to her. His penis was a handy handle. "I wanted to do it." She started licking his stiffening penis. "Now, were going to screw until neither one of us can move."
And they did.