Hi there. I'm Melissa Swensen. Some of you may remember my earlier exploits and where they all ended. For those of you not up on my current events, let me recap.
I'm a junior at Bulwer Elevester University. I work for Dr. Jemmy Bonds, a professor there, on nanobots for eventual use in humans. I was to work on the bots' programming, which I did using adaptive algorithms. He went on sabbatical, and I took the opportunity to test the bots on myself.
The test went well, at least initially. The bots cleared up my acne, fixed my eyesight, gave me more energy, and left me needing only three hours of sleep a night.
Then I got greedy. I wanted a prettier body. I programmed the bots to increase my height from 5'2" to 5'5", improve my musculature, and pump up my boobs whenever commanded to do so by a TV remote I'd hacked. Oh, and give me a nice tan. And that worked, too.
Everything went to shit shortly thereafter. The bots crossed from me to a guy named Rick whom I met at a wet t-shirt contest—don't ask—and improved him into a giant, muscular man. I flushed the bots out of his system, but something else must have gone wrong, because later that week I woke up in my prettier body and couldn't revert. I headed to the lab to see what was wrong, but I took a detour by a Phi Delta party. I hooked up with a football player, Biff, and we went at it like weasels.
That's when I grew to seven feet tall, with boobs out to here and muscles you wouldn't believe. Luckily, I was able to reverse the transformation at the lab.
But now, whenever I grow horny or sexy, a startling metamorphosis occurs.
The only clothes I'd brought to the lab, besides the now-ripped ones I'd stolen from Biff, were my purple tank top and pants. Everything was too big for me. The panties were baggy, the top moreso, and I had to roll up the pants cuffs. I didn't even bother with the bra.
I could get rid of my problem by killing off the bots. I could send them a simple command that would make them head for my intestines, then shut down. But I didn't want to lose everything they'd done for me, dammit.
There was one thing I could check: why had the bots been able to get into Rick's body? I downloaded my bots' program into my computer. I couldn't tell what the hell it was doing by looking at the assembly code—one of the bad things about adaptive code is that it adapts to the point that no one can read it and follow what's going on. But I could throw the code into my simulations and see if I could figure out the whys of the situation.
My original code had specified that the bots should die outside my body, "my body" being defined by the pH levels of my blood, my specific antibodies, and the like. It didn't take me long to discover that the bots' code had changed to allow them to live in any body. If you took a blood or tissue sample from me, the bots would die, but they could jump directly from me to anyone else.
Bodily fluids. Oh, great. There was my vector.
And then I remembered the little electric shocks I'd been getting every time someone penetrated me. Those little bastards had ionized the remaining air gap between me and my partners and ridden the resulting connection. That's how they'd gotten to Rick and to Biff.
Then the other shoe dropped. That's how they'd gotten from super-Rick to me. His bots hadn't had any working limits. When they returned to my body, they must have screwed over the limits in my bots.
Maybe I could stop them from jumping from me to other people. I isolated the parts of my original code that kept the bots inside my body and re-sent the code to my bots. But that didn't take care of my lack of limits. I was afraid to graft the original limiting code back on the bots; it was so complex, it might only make things worse.
I needed help, and the only person I could think of was Derrick. He knew biology. Maybe he'd have an idea about how to control the bots.
His phone rang and rang. C'mon, pick up. He finally did so. "Hello?" he said sleepily.
"Hey, Derrick, it's Melissa."
"Oh, hey, Mel." A yawn. "It's the middle of the night."
"You know I wouldn't call unless it was incredibly, screamingly important."
That shut him up. "Okay," he finally said, "what's up? Are you all right?"
"I am now, but I need your help. Can you meet me at my lab? I'll explain when you get here."
"It's about those bugs, isn't it?"
I sighed. "Bots, Derrick, they're bots."
"Whatever. I'll be there in fifteen."
It took him less than ten minutes to arrive. I wasn't doing much besides stare at the clock. "Derrick, thank God."
Derrick looked at my too-large purple top and cinched pants. "What is this? Dress-up in big folks' clothes?"
"Sit down. I've got something important to tell you."
"I'm all ears."
Now that the moment had come, I was reluctant to say anything. "Um. So when we were talking the other day?" I paused.
"About the bots."
"Right, about the bots. Um."
"You weren't completely honest with me."
"Hey, that's my line!" My weak grin faded when he didn't smile in return. "I—that is, the bots can do more than I told you about."
"Uh-huh?"
There was no good way to do this other than show him. "Hang on." I stood up and loosened my belt, letting the pants slide down some on my generous hips. "This'll save some time."
"Uh, what will?" He was blushing slightly. He was so cute when he was embarassed.
"This." I picked up the TV remote and hit "Vol +". The familiar prickling sensation washed over me.
His mouth near about fell open as I transformed. My legs lengthened and my pelvis shrunk. My body took on a hint of muscle tone. The purple top rose as my boobs plumped out to a C cup worth of breast flesh. "Tah-dah!"
"Fuck."
"I've been able to do this for weeks now."
"Holy fuck."
"Is that a request?" So help me, he blushed again!
"I. I, uh. You. You just."
"Maybe you should do charades until your facility with words comes back."
Derrick blinked. "The bots can do that?"
"They can, given the right information and some time."
"That's astounding. Holy fuck. You can do body mods with tiny robots."
"Yes indeedy. Now you know why I want to keep this quiet until Jemmy reaches the human trial stage."
Derrick gestured at my body. "I don't get it. They seem to work perfectly. What's the problem?"
"The problem is that they're not competely under my control right now." I pushed the "Vol -" button on the TV remote and deflated to my normal size. Derrick looked the tiniest bit disappointed. "Yeah, they listen to the microwave transmitter in this TV remote," mostly, "but tonight I woke up after a nap and I was in my, uh, improved body."
"Oh? And you think it was triggered subconsciously?"
"Yeah."
"Can you get rid of the bots?"
"What? And lose all the great things they've done for me?!?"
"Okay, okay, calm down." He frowned in concentration. "So you like being able to change, but you don't want it happening without your consent."
"That's about the size of it." He didn't need to know how far the bots could push me, not yet.
Derrick thought for a minute. "I'm not sure what to suggest. I don't know a lot about how your adaptive algorithm thingies work. But I'll try to think of something."
"Okay. And don't tell anyone."
"Good grief, I'm not going to tell anyone. I said so before."
"Just making sure." I stifled a yawn. "Right now, I'm going back to my room and get some sleep."
My bed had never felt so inviting. I was worn out. I didn't even remove my clothes before crawling into bed and passing out.
I dreamt I was floating through the clouds, swaying in a gentle breeze. I dipped lower, low enough that I got snagged in some tree branches. I tried to get free, but they kept pulling me this way and that, shaking me and—
My eyes flew open. Tara was standing above me, shaking my shoulder. "I said, who the fuck are you?"
"Uh?" My mind doesn't shift readily from sleep to wakefulness. "'s it morning?"
Tara let go of my shoulder and stepped back. "Now that you're awake, you can tell me who you are and where Melissa is."
"Uh?" Did I mention that I'm not at my best right after I've woken up?
"Fine, fine, none of my business what Melissa's out doing." Tara tromped off to the bathroom, still muttering. What was going on?
I stretched and scratched under my tits. That's when I figured it out. I looked down and, sure enough, I was the lithe, tanned version of me. And Tara didn't recognize me.
Time for a cover story, and it'd better be a good one. "Sorry, you weren't awake when I got here. I'm...Liz. I'm a friend of Melissa's from Stony Brook."
Tara stuck her head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in her mouth. "I'm Tawa. So whewe's Mewiwssa?"
"Um, I think she had some work she wanted to do in her lab. We went to the Phi Delt party, and then she said I could crash here while she was at the lab. I-I'm supposed to meet her for lunch."
"Fiwggews." Tara vanished back into the bathroom. I could here her brushing. "So, Liz, how long are you down here for?"
"I'm headed out this afternoon." I hoped. "So you're her roomate? She's told me about you."
"Nothing bad, I hope."
"All good things. I think she likes you a lot."
"Cool. You know, you sound a lot like her."
"Um, yeah. We were real close in high school." The lies were piling up thick and fast. If I didn't have to shower, I'd have run for the door. As it was, Tara was taking her own sweet time in there. "What's your major?"
"Psychology." Tara sauntered out of the bathroom, wearing a baby-doll t-shirt and a pair of frilly panties, and plopped down on the bed beside me. "It's okay, but I like my dance classes more."
"You're a dancer?"
"Uh huh." She stretched one leg in front of her, foot pointed out. She slid her hands along it, then brought her leg back in. "It's fun, but I'm too full-figured to be a really good dancer."
"Oh." She'd scootched closer to me. Thick-headed me finally got the hint: Tara was hitting on me! I'd seen this flirtatious act of hers before, but I'd never been on the receiving end. "That's, uh, that's a shame."
"Nah, psychology's okay. And I like how I look."
"Me, too." Where had that come from? "I mean, uh, you're really pretty."
She looked me over. "You're one to talk."
The room fell quiet. Then Tara coughed and said, "So what's your major?"
"I, um, biology." I could smell Tara's scent.
"Oh, like Melissa."
"Yeah. We were both into science in high school." I put one hand on Tara's bare thigh.
Tara glanced down. "You and Melissa are a lot alike. She's into boys, though; what about you?"
"I..." I'd never made it with a girl. I'd never even been attracted to a girl. But I was attracted to Tara right now. What the hell, college was for experimenting. "Melissa and I are different, yeah."
That was all the invitation Tara needed. She leaned forward, her mouth closing on mine. I put my arms around her neck and pulled her whole body towards me. We kissed, and I let my hands wander over Tara's back.
When we broke from our kiss, I pushed her gently back onto the bed and began feeling of her tight stomach, her small breasts. I worked her shirt off, leaving her nipples jutting up. When I put my mouth to them, she moaned.
"M-my bed," Tara finally said, tugging me off of my own bed. Oops, that's right, this wasn't officially Liz's bed. Tara led me to her bed, then pushed me down, straddling my prone body. She took off my sadly-wrinkled purple top and rubbed my nipples with a circular motion. I groaned and tossed my head.
While she was busy with my boobs, I put my hands on her waist and slipped my thumbs in her panties. She was growing moist down there. I massaged her pelvis, moving slowly towards the promised land.
Tara rolled off of me, and we turned on our sides, facing each other. I shucked my pants and underwear, while Tara got rid of her panties. Then we were naked, pressed against each other and kissing as if our lives depended on it.
I moved one hand lower and lower, then slipped two fingers inside her. With the right positioning I could massage her g-spot with my fingers and her hard clit with my thumb. "Oh, yes, right there," she said, thrusting against my hand. Her hands were free to rub all over my flushed skin.
"Yes, God yes, there, yes, harder, fuck me deep, harder!" She was a yeller, that was for sure. She bucked on my hand as I kept stroking inside her. She bit my ear gently, then blew in it, driving me crazy. We kept kissing, my hand moving in her, and then she shouted, "Fuck, yes!" and shuddered in orgasmic bliss.
I withdrew my hand slowly and held Tara's lithe body. She came back to herself. "Hang on, I think it's your turn." She stretched me out on the bed, arms above my head. I lay there, naked, as she started at my toes. She sucked each one, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Then her tongue traveled slowly up the insides of my legs and thighs. Her tongue dodged arount my cunt, instead tracing the central ridge of my abdominal muscles.
She lingered on my breasts. She would cup a breast in both hands, then run her tongue around and around my nipples, never touching, coming closer, then backing off, until I thought I'd scream from anticipation. When she took my nipple in her teeth and bit gently, I jumped.
Then she was on to my throat and head, licking around the conch-shell of my ears, blowing gently across them. When she was done I was hotter for her than I'd ever been for anyone else.
Only then did she work her way back down to my waist, trailing her fingers along my stomach. When her tongue probed inside me, I thought my head would explode from the sensation. She caressed my clit with her tongue, then penetrated me with that marvelous muscle. After a while she'd withdraw and play with my breasts some, then return for more. It didn't take much of that before I came, bucking and trembling for all I was worth.
Tara lay beside me, idly tracing patterns on my trembling stomach. "Wow oh wow. Hot damn."
"Good?" Her tone was laughing.
"Better than good."
"You weren't bad either, for a beginner." I must have started guiltily, because Tara hurriedly said, "Don't worry about it. I've been with a lot of beginners. You've got potential. All you need is practice." She leered, and I laughed.
"I'd better shower, assuming my legs will hold me up. What time is it?"
"Eleven. Do you have to run off?"
"I'm meeting Melissa for lunch, and then I'm off to Stony Brook."
"You telling me you're going to fuck and run?"
"Fuck and stumble off giddily is more like it," I said over my shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be back to visit. A lot more often, after your display of prowess."
"Hey, at least let me come to lunch," she said as I closed the bathroom door.
"Sure!" I said, then clapped my hand over my mouth. How the hell was Tara going to have lunch with the two me's at once?
I dashed through the shower, wracking my brains trying to figure out what to do. I still hadn't come up with a plan by the time Tara was done. "Let's go," she said, putting her arm through mine.
We walked across campus, me still trying to come up with a plan for dealing with Tara. My lucky break came when we got to the bio sci building. "You know where Melissa's lab is, right?" I nodded. "Okay, I'll see you there. I've got to go to the bathroom."
I scampered down the hall to the lab and grabbed some scratch paper, a pen, and some tape. By the time Tara was coming down the hall, I had the note taped to the door.
"She left a note," I said, pointing to it. "Says she had to run, sorry about missing me, blah blah blah, see you next time you visit."
Tara frowned. "She oughta be around for her guests."
I smiled at Tara. "I don't mind. Let's grab something to eat. I'm starving."
We small-talked our way through lunch, and then I told Tara I had to go. "The downtown train leaves at 2:30."
"Are your bags back in our room?"
"No. I travelled light. Everything I need I've got in my purse."
She shrugged. "Okay." Tara kissed me. "Let me know next time you're in town, Liz."
"You bet!" I waved to her as I headed towards the train station.
Once I was out of sight, I took the TV remote from my new purse. Thank goodness I'd stashed it in there. I pushed the "Vol -" button...and nothing.
This was one roller-coaster of a day. I took the long way back to the lab and used the lab equpiment to return to normal. I was going to have to solve my Jeckyll-and-Hyde problem.
I was also going to have to change clothes. If Tara even saw me in this purple top, the questions would fly. Luckily I'd gotten in the habit of keeping some exercise clothes here at the lab.
Tara was a little snippy when I returned to the room that night, but I was able to convince her that Liz really didn't mind me vanishing like that. After we talked, Tara hummed happy little tunes the whole evening. I asked her what was up, but she wouldn't confess. All she said was, "Liz was nice." Yeah, I bet she was.
I got through the next several days as myself, and even managed to catch up on my schoolwork. I'd run into Derrick in the cafeteria and ask him if he had any ideas. He didn't.
I also spent time in the lab, trying to come up with a way to reinstantiate the bots' original programming without doing any damage. I toyed with the idea of wiping their programming and starting from scratch, but the current incarnation worked so well—other than that whole running amok problem—that I didn't want to start over for fear of not being as successful.
After several days of living in fear that I'd swell up uncontrollably at the worst possible time, I got back to my room to find a message from Derrick on our answering machine. "Hey, Mel, come meet me in my lab. And bring your remote."
When I got there, Derrick was standing in front of an oscilloscope from which dangled a number of small leads. The whole thing fed into a computer that was displaying a tilted rectangle. It took me a second to realize it was representing the data from the leads as a plane. "And just what is this?"
"This is a galvanic skin response setup. We're going to try biofeedback to get you to control yourself."
I eyed the device skeptically. "And just how is this going to work?"
Derrick sat me down and began attaching leads to my face, my arms, my fingers, my legs, my toes. "This'll do for now, though we'll probably want to attach them to, er, more private parts later." He pointed to the computer monitor. The flat plane had turned into a jagged landscape. "That's a measurement of your skin's electrical conductance. It's related to the amount of sweat on your skin, and how much of your sweat is water and how much is salt. What I want you to do is trigger the change and watch what happens to the display, then shrink back down. Hopefully, with practice you'll have conscious control over the process."
"Hang on, I'll need to remove my bra." I unsnapped it and wriggled out of it under my shirt. Derrick glanced away from me until I was done. "Okay, I'm ready. Except I pulled some of these leads off accidentally."
He reattached them. "Give it a try."
I shrugged and triggered the TV remote against my leg. The prickling sensation filled me, but I was watching the monitor intently. The jagged display changed, then changed again. There were hints of an overall pattern to it.
I'd finished expanding, and the display had stopped changing. "Now I shrink?" I asked Derrick. He nodded. I triggered the TV remote and watched the monitor again. There might have been a pattern, but...
"Microwave detectors," I said. "Forget measuring my sweat. Let's measure what the microwave output looks like."
"Do your bots broadcast as well as receive microwaves?"
"Not much, but it should be enough for a sensor against my skin to pick up."
That took a good hour of finding appropriate antennas and figuring out how to attach them to me. Then we had to set up the oscilloscope so it was measuring the right things and adjust the computer program to display a topographic grid of the microwave emissions. While I was at it, I color-coded the grid according to signal height, so it'd be easier to see what was going on.
"I'm hooked up, the computer's working...do you see anything else I need to do?" I asked Derrick.
"No, it looks like you're set. Game on."
"Game on." I pushed the "Vol +" button on the remote. There was a pattern! The pattern of microwave emission moved over my body. An all-over yellow marked my increase in height. The pelvis adjustment showed up as a spike of red in the center of the grid. The boob changes were a green fuzz. Muscle increases were marked by blue areas.
"Oh, cool. This might just work," said Derrick. "Now try shrinking, and pay attention to how you feel as it happens."
I did so. The pattern ran nearly in reverse. "Okay, now what?"
"Now try reproducing that pattern by thinking of different things, or trying to reproduce a mood."
I stared at the monitor. Grow, I thought to myself. Bigger. C'mon, you can do it. Swell up.
That didn't work for squat. What if I imagined myself as a balloon? I am a balloon, air slowly flowing into me. It stretches me out, making me taller, filling my tits, making my muscles more defined.
Still nothing.
Hm. This was harder than it seemed. Maybe I was too self-conscious in front of Derrick. "Hey, would you mind waiting just around the corner for a couple of minutes. I think I'm too nervous with you here to get in the right frame of mind."
"Sure," he replied, walking away. "I'll be in the lab office. Holler if it works."
Now that he was gone, what if I imagined myself running? That had make my legs pump up once. Okay, so, I'm running. My legs push hard against the ground, my heart pumping. There was a flicker of blue on the monitor, but it quickly vanished. It looked like I sucked at this visualization shit.
I had one more idea. When I'd seen muscular Rick, I'd gotten so hot and bothered that I changed involuntarily. When I'd been with Biff, I'd gotten huge. So maybe being horny would work.
I thought of what Rick had looked like in his hyper-muscled state. The way his muscles moved under his skin. The ease with which he lifted me. The feel of his giant penis plunging into me. I slipped my hand into my shorts and began fingering myself.
The displayed plane began wobbling. I tried to ignore it, thinking instead of how wonderful it would be if only I were big like him.
There! The display flared yellow and my legs lengthened before me. I sat up in excitement, only to see the yellow fade. But I was taller! It had worked for one brief moment!
Rick had been so tall, so muscular. I closed my eyes and dreamed of being able to match him, inch for inch, muscle for muscle. When I opened my eyes again, the grid was a mix of blue and green. My muscles and boobs were growing.
Not so fast! I thought, and the intensity of the blues and greens dropped. But I was still growing, my shirt becoming tight. Could I add inches of height to balance my growth? I could. Feet which couldn't reach the ground when I started now were firmly planted on the floor.
Too much! My clothes were too tight, and I was having trouble breathing. The grid tamped down. There was a faint buzzing sound in the background that hadn't been there before.
I needed to be smaller. I thought of myself collapsing back down to my normal size and shape. Nothing. Okay, be calm. Be cool. I breathed in as deeply as my constricting shirt would let me and thought of myself dwindling.
The buzz in my ears got louder and I shrank. When I returned to normal, the buzz softened almost to the point of inaudibility. It reminded me of the sound a radio makes when it's waiting to receive.
I had a sudden, terrible suspicion. I turned off the monitor. Bigger, I thought, imagining my boobs straining against my chest. My breasts responded immediately, swelling forward as I watched. The harder I thought of being bigger, the faster the process went. Smaller, I thought, and they began to shrank.
Well, damn me if the bots hadn't figured out I wanted to communicate. I wasn't going to need the biofeedback.
"Uh, Derrick? C'mere."
"Yeah?" He walked into the lab and over to me, hands thrust deep in his jeans. "Does it work? Hey, the monitor's off."
"Yep."
"Why's the monitor off?"
"It turns out I don't need it." I stood up and let myself grow several inches. "It looks like the bots realized I wanted to communicate." I pushed mentally, swelling my muscles. "And now I've got mental control of the process." I topped off my boobs, completing my transformation to the new me. "And it's reversible." I smiled as I dwindled in size once more.
Derrick's eyes had gone all wide. "You're in control?"
"I am indeed. I can hear the bots buzzing in my ears if I listen hard."
"That's...that's just incredible."
"Yeah." Time for the sales pitch. "I think you should try it."
"What?"
"No, I'm serious. They clearly work: I've been in better health since I injected the bots than every before. The bots have improved me in a number of not-so-trivial ways—sleeping only three hours a night is worth it all by itself. They've even reworked my body to give me control over how it looks. If you wanted the same abilities, I think that by tonight I could have a program that was keyed to your body chemistry and was ready to go."
"Are you crazy?" But if I was, so was he, a little: I could see him considering the prospect. "We still don't know what they'll do in the long run!"
"In the long run we'll go to human trials, they'll work just fine, and some big company will snap up the patent and produce limited versions that just fix eye problems."
"Maybe so, but—"
"I'll give you a remote. If the bots get out of hand, you can get rid of them in a heartbeat."
"Has that even been tested?"
"Yes!" Whoops, I guess I shouldn't hold Rick up as an example. "The first thing I did after I injected myself with the original bots was flush them out of my system."
"I...I don't know." He was weakening.
"Okay, how about this. Let's start work on a program for you. You can help me with some of the data I'll need. Once it's done, you can decide whether or not to go through with the injection." I stood up, yanking off the leads. "C'mon. I know you've got the afternoon off."
The whole time I was working on the program for him, occasionally sending Derrick to fetch more anatomy books, he worried aloud. "What if they run amok?"
"They won't."
"Yeah, but what if they do? I can't live my life looking like a freak."
"You're going to use the same biofeedback approach that worked for me, and then you'll have them eating out of your hand. Even if you don't, you can just get rid of them."
"Why are you programming in parameters for guys who look like that?" He pointed to a bodybuilder's picture that I was using for reference.
"I want the bots to be familiar with as wide a range of male physiology as possible. It's what I did for my bots. You're not going to be the only person using the bots in the future, y'know." The lie slid off my lips without a pause.
It went on like that for hours. I was surprised I could get any work done, what with all of his bitching. But I managed somehow. We ordered pizza and stayed in my lab, working until midnight. I was getting better at this.
"It's the moment of truth," I finally told him. "Are you in or out?"
"I don't know."
"What? All this time, watching me program, and you still haven't made up your mind?"
"It's a big decision," he said primly.
"Let me make it easy for you." I grabbed the syringe I'd prepared earlier and injected him.
"Ow! I didn't say I was in! I didn't say I was in!"
"Calm down. The bots are inert right now. Nothing happens until I send the program to them." I strapped a modified blood pressure cuff to his arm. "This cuff lets me beam whatever program you want from the microwave signal generator to the bots inside you. Now: do I send the program for a new and improved you, or do I send the abort-and-flush command?"
Derrick sat there, thinking. I guess not everyone is as stupidly impulsive as I am. Finally, he said, "I'd always wonder what it would have been like if I don't go through with it. Send the program."
All right, now we were cooking with Crisco. I uploaded the program and sent it on its way. "The bots will take some time to multiply and figure you out. You're going to be sleeping for most of the next two days. Oh, and you'll need to eat a lot."
"Eat and sleep, check."
"I've reprogrammed the TV remote to send the codes you need. Push it against your arm or leg and hit 'Clear' to flush the bots. In a few days you should be able to hit 'Vol +' and gain a couple of inches in height and a good increase in musculature. 'Vol -' will return you to normal."
Derrick sat there. "That's it? I expected something more dramatic."
"Talk to me early next week." I grinned. I had a partner in crime.
I didn't see him that weekend, so I spent some time trying out my new body control in the privacy of my room. When I did see Derrick on Monday, it was in the cafeteria. He was eating lots and lots of food, and putting up with ribbing from our friends Linda and Sam. I sat down with them and joined in giving Derrick shit for eating so much.
When we finished, he grabbed me on the way out. He was excited. "It worked!" he said to me. "I tried out the remote this afternoon and it worked!"
"That's great!"
"You didn't tell me that, uh," his voice got softer, "it would get bigger, too."
"It?" Comprehension dawned. "Oh, your dick." Derrick blushed. "I wanted to give you complete control over your body. Besides, I didn't think you'd mind too much. Anyway, now we need to hook you up to the biofeedback setup so you won't need the remote control any more."
"I'm free tonight."
"So'm I. But before we go, I need you to do something."
"What?"
I hesitated. How was I going to explain this? No one else was near us on the sidewalk, so I came right out and said it. "Go back to your room, change your body, and masturbate a few times."
"Um, what?"
It was my turn to blush. "You remember how I had trouble with the biofeedback? The key was to, er, get all hot and bothered. The bots seem most accessible through the sex drive."
"Oh. Well, I'd better—I'll just go—right." He turned and walked into a tree.
"Ooh, put a band-aid on that. And wear loose clothes when you meet me in my lab!"
He showed up an hour later. We hooked him up to the machines. "Okay, you know what to do. Er, I'll leave you to it. And if it doesn't work, try, uh, exciting yourself."
I cooled my heels in the lab office, wasting time surfing the net. A shout from the other room let me know something was up. "Did it work?" I said as I ran in.
Derrick was several inches taller than before, and muscled like he worked out every day. "I hear the buzzing."
"Can you shrink?"
"Sure." And he returned to his original height and musculature.
"That's great!" Now I had to tell him the rest. "There's something you should know. It turns out we can go bigger than what you've seen so far."
That made him pause. "Bigger? How much bigger?"
"I don't really know. I've been planning on finding a large out-of-the-way place to do a test."
Derrick's eyes lit up. "My roommate's folks own this old farm about an hour from here. They stopped actually farming there a few years back, and now it's abandoned. I know he'd let me use it this weekend if I wanted."
"Great!"
The farmhouse and nearby barn were in the boonies, far enough back from the main roads that no one would see us regardless of what might take place. Derrick drove up in front of the house. "Here we are."
I got out and stretched. "And Brad said there'd be no problem with us staying here the weekend?"
"None at all."
The house was well-kept despite its obvious age. We chose bedrooms, me upstairs, him downstairs. I came back down, barefoot and with a handful of larger clothes I'd brought for the occasion.
"Does now seem like a good time?" I was more nervous than I expected.
"Yeah, sounds good. Why don't you go to the barn, and I'll go behind the house."
"You're such a gentleman."
The barn door creaked loudly as I pulled it open. It was empty inside, probably cleaned out when Brad's parents had shut down the farm. One end of the barn had a loft which was some eight feet high.
I picked a spot near the middle of the barn, out from under the loft. How far would I be able to go? I'd practiced more during the week, but this would be my first chance to go all-out, as it were.
Height was first on my list. I concentrated on getting taller. My legs lengthened. A space developed between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my pants, and only got wider as time passed. My cuffs rode higher and higher up my calves. By the time I was 5'8" my clothes were getting really restrictive. There was nothing for it: it was time to be naked.
I took off my clothes, stumbling a bit in my unfamiliarly-lanky body, and folded them neatly. Then, shivering slightly, I resumed my growth. Six feet came and went, then six and a half. Everything about me was lengthening as I concentrated. The bots buzzed in my ears.
Seven feet. I was thin, but not unbelievably out-of-proportion. My head neared the level of the loft, then passed it. My growth slowed, topping out at several inches over eight feet.
Okay, I was taller than I had any right to be. I was also matchstick-thin. Time to remedy that. My skin stretched to cover the burgeoning muscles beneath it. I grew my arms first, my forearms thickening, my biceps and triceps rising to greater prominence. I broadened my back and shoulders, then increased my abdominal musculature. I let my legs fill out, going from stilts to nicely muscled in the span of a minute.
I found I couldn't give myself extremely huge muscles. Evidently the bots could only do so much.
Well, what if I shrunk? The level of the loft rose above me as I reduced to something in between six and seven feet. Now I'd see what my muscles could do.
They could do a lot. My torso swelled out, chest and back muscles growing. I could feel my lats gaining in size and strength. Muscle fibers in my arms doubled and redoubled in size; my legs kept growing as well, giving me a tremendous feeling of power.
I actually got scared and stopped when I was more muscled than that night with Biff. I'd never seen anyone, short of Rick, be this muscled. I stretched, muscles writhing like frogs in oil. When I stood up straight, my thighs pushed my legs apart and my lats and biceps kept my arms abducted.
I took my height down to six feet and pulled out an extra-large t-shirt and pair of shorts. The shirt went on like a coat of paint. You could clearly see all of my muscles delineated beneath it. The shorts likewise clung to me, and barely made it over my gargantuan thighs.
Standing there, I realized I'd forgotten my tits. They were so tiny as to be nonexistent on my hypertrophied chest. I rubbed my chest through the shirt. "C'mon, girls. Let's go."
They went. Small mounds formed on my chest, mounds which swelled into noticeable humps, then definite breasts. I quickly realized I didn't have any room in the shirt, so peeled it off of me again. Then I put my hands on my hips and let my puppies fly.
I was adding an inch a second. It was like hooking a water balloon to a firehose. I cupped them in my massive hands as they expanded further and further. They filled my hands, then began overfilling them. It was like trying to hold up a large cat with one hand: there was plenty to spill around my hand. Were it not for my giant musculature, I would have collapsed under their weight.
"More," I said, "oh, more," and there was more. My breasts surpassed the Hooters of Doom measurements they'd had with Biff. Together they were wider than I was, and the bottom curve of them brushed the middle of my thighs.
I finished out with another addition of muscle, pushing my boobs further out and up as my pectoral muscles swelled, and several more inches of height, straining my shorts all the more. I had reached the limit of what I could do all at once.
But what a limit! I was 6'5", muscled like a goddess, and with enough tit flesh to satisfy an army. Hell, I could have taken on an army and beaten them single-handedly. If all else failed I could have bowled them over with my gigantic boobs.
I decided to see what I looked like at more reasonable proportions. I went back to being six feet tall and shrunk my muscles and boobs until I fit in the extra-extra-extra large t-shirt I'd brought. I'd gone overboard in shrinking and had room to spare, so I bumped up my musculature, then my boobs, then my musculature, then my boobs, until both that shirt and I could take no more. The shorts were stretched so far they threatened to vanish up my ass. The shirt covered my nipples, but left the bottom of my boobs and my abdomen bare for the world to see.
"Melissa! It's incredible! I can reach nine feet in height! And—" Derrick was brought up short by my appearance. He stood there in too-large clothes, staring.
I felt so self-conscious that I dwindled back to my normal state in seconds. "Hey, try knocking!" I was dwarfed by my shirt, and my shorts were threatening to slide down me.
Derrick shook his head, trying to clear it. "It's working for you, too."
"Boy, is it."
He looked at me. "I think that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
This is what I'd been maneuvering towards ever since I'd been with Rick. I wanted sex with someone who could be a towering mass of muscle. Now I was about to get it. I stepped close to him, holding my shorts up with one hand. "You show me yours and I'll show you mine."
He leaned down and kissed me, hesitantly. I tilted my head back to meet him. Then I decided, to hell with it, and grew until we were both nearly the same height.
"I've wanted you since I met you, y'know," Derrick said, when we finally came up for air.
"And you never told me? Idiot!" I punched him on the arm.
"I didn't think you'd go out with me!"
Men. I kissed him instead of answering. Pressed up against him, I could feel his rigid cock.
"So you can get muscled?" I said, rubbing his crotch with one hand while I kept hold of my shorts with the other.
"You...you want me to?"
"More than anything."
His clothes began filling out as soon as the words left my mouth. Derrick's chest broadened and his arms writhed with new muscles. His growing thighs forced his pelvis against mine. I pulled off his shirt, the better to watch his development, and let my shorts drop.
He stopped adding muscle when he reached the size of a pro bodybuilder. "More," I said, feeling his biceps wonderingly.
"No, I don't think that's how we're going to play. It's my turn to make a request."
"And if I don't do it?"
"Oh, but you'll want to do it. The reward will be great." He lovingly removed my t-shirt. "I think you want to show off, too." He placed his hands against my chest. "Can you fill my hands?"
Aha, a breast man. "I can, and more besides." His hands were pushed away from me by an increasing mass of breast flesh. I went slowly, the better for him to savor the event. Derrick began thumbing my swelling nipples and stroking the sides of my boobs. Every stroke took longer and longer, as there was more and more tit to stroke. The whole feeling was incredibly sexy.
When I was done, I'd gone from nearly-flat to good DD-sized breasts. Derrick massaged them gently. "Impressive."
I undid his pants and got rid of them. Like me, he hadn't been wearing any underwear. "Oh, God, take me," I said. He lowered me to the floor and gently slid inside my wet cunt. I moaned as he thrust, still playing with my breasts and kissing them.
"Yes, damn, yes," Derrick said. "Give me more ass to grab onto."
"Don't think you get this one for free," I said, plumping up my rear so he'd have more to handle. He rolled on his back, pulling me with him, and helped me rock back and forth by guiding my butt.
His kisses were fiery against my flush skin, and he hissed as I blew across his ear, then licked along its rim. I came first, crying out at how good it felt; he came right after, blasting cum inside me.
I withdrew slowly. "That was fucking great."
"That was great fucking," Derrick replied.
"And now I believe you owe me two requests."
"I do. And a gentleman always keeps his word."
"Then for the first one, show me how muscled you can get."
He grinned. "You asked for it." Lying on him as I was, I felt his whole body swell. Muscles piled atop of muscles. He got wider and thicker and bigger all around, until he'd surpassed even Rick. There's no way he could cross his arms over his gargantuan chest, even if his arms hadn't been as big around as one of those giant soup cans they sell in bulk.
"Shit." Whenever he would shift, I could feel his muscles fighting over which ones would get to do the honor of flexing.
"You like this?"
"Shh, silly man, you've still got to give my my second request." His dick was hard again, so I slid onto it, gasping a little. "Fill me up. I want a dick big enough to stretch me slightly."
"Okay. Tell me when to stop." His penis gave a little jump, then another. And suddenly there was a lot more in me than before. His growing member spread the lips of my cunt, and its head was making its way towards my cervix.
"Enough," I said, and it certainly was. He now had a big, fat cock that fit me perfectly. "Let me try this out."
I'd never been fucked by someone with a dick tailor-made for me. I felt his entire length throughout me, and every time I moved my clit was tugged and I saw sparkles in my eyes.
"Damn, that's better than before," he said, playing with my hanging breasts as I moved above him.
"More nerves and more dick area," I gasped out between pants.
"Oh, wow," he said, and his eyes rolled back in his head. His pelvis bucked beneath me; he nearly threw me off, he was so muscular. Cum squirted from my slit, forcing its way through the tiny spaces between his dick and my cunt. That was enough to send me into orbit.
When I came to my senses, I tried to get off of him, but the fit was too tight, now. "Uh, Derrick, I'm kinda stuck."
"Oh." His penis dwindled, leaving me better able to roll off him so I could lie beside him. "Now it's my turn to ask."
"Ask away, as long as I can lie here for a minute and catch my breath."
"Fine by me. I'd like to, uh, with your breasts, um, and my..."
He was such a bashful guy. Good thing he was such a damn fine lover. "You want a titty fuck." Derrick blushed. I took that as a yes. "So go ahead. I won't mind."
"In that case, bump up your breast size for me."
"As you command. At least I don't have to move much for this." My breasts started growing out of the normal range and into the freaky large one. Derrick watched with widening eyes as more and more flesh appeared. Even lying down as I was, my boobs took on their melon-like shape, though plenty of tit-flesh spilled beside me. When I stopped, it looked like I had partially-deflated soccer balls on my chest.
He rolled over and straddled me, careful not to crush me under him. As he maneuvered into position, I said, "If I'm going to be titty fucked, it better be with something bigger than that." I grabbed his dick with one hand.
"Oho, really?" He cocked his head at me. "What about this?" My fingers were forced apart as his cock grew to a foot in length.
"Hm." I pretended to think, then encircled his dick with both hands. "Bigger." My fingers moved further apart as he gained another six inches of penis. Its head was near my face, so I licked it and watched him twitch.
"Will this do?"
Oh, hell, in for a penny, in for a pound. "That's closer to what I had in mind, but you're not there yet."
"If you say so...." His cock's head lept towards me in a burst of growth, nearly giving me a black eye. Derrick screwed his face up in concentration as his penis swelled and swelled and swelled. It ended up being two and a half feet in length, and my two hands barely went around it. Its head was higher than Derrick's.
"Will that do?"
"That will do quite nicely," I told him.
He maneuvered his gigantic member into my cleavage, pushing my breasts aside. "If I'm going to be this large, I need more breast to compensate."
"Oh?" I let my boobs gain another inch. "You want more?" I did it again, watching Derrick's cock be swallowed in boob. "I can do that." Another bit of concentrating and my soccer balls were beach balls, nearly touching the floor beside me as I lay on my back.
"Let's try this." He was on his knees, tilted forward; now he gathered up my breasts and pushed them against his dick as he tilted his pelvis back and forth. I reached over my head and found I could cup my hands so that his dick's head slid through them. That got him excited. His strokes became faster, then faster still, and I could feel even more blood rushing into his penis. I moved my hands to his shaft when he came. I could hear his cum splatting against the floor somewhere above my head.
When he was done, that monster penis of his deflated, lying limp across me. I helped him extricate it from my cleavage. When I sat up, my boobs rested on my thighs.
"I'm going to let my request be for me," I told Derrick. "I want to see if I can take that giant boner of yours." And then I let myself grow. My legs stretched out in front of me, then my torso and arms lengthened. I shrunk my boobs some, the better to be able to stand up, and also increased the size of my muscles. I don't know if it was the sex helping out, but I reached nine feet tall. I towered over Derrick.
"Now let's try you on for size," I told Derrick. I rolled on my back and let him enter me. Even as large as I was, I couldn't take all of him. Six inches of his dick remained outside me.
That was plenty enough to keep me occupied, though. Derrick moved slowly in and out. I could barely hold two thoughts together, it felt so great. When he reached down to play with my clit and up to play with my nipples at the same time, I shrieked and came in a rush.
"Grow for me," I panted to him. "Be as tall as me." He gained in height, his dick still inside me. "But shrink your cock to fit in my pussy," I ordered. As he grew, his weight became harder to hold. I reacted by increasing my muscles, until I was as muscled as him.
Then he did the unthinkable: he encircled me with his arms and stood up, with me still impaled on his erection. "Wrap your legs around me." I did, though it was hard, as big as he was and as muscled as my legs were. His hands cupped my ass, moving me along his erection. I couldn't control myself; my boobs spurted forward, filling the space between his chest and mine.
If someone had come in just then, what would they have thought? We were both over nine feet tall. Our muscles were drenched in sweat. I moved up and down on Derrick's pole, grunting in time to my motion. Boob flesh best measured in feet kept my torso pushed away from his, and I could feel my breasts on my thighs as I kept flexing and sliding.
We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. I'd never been so turned on in my life. The pleasure of it all was insane. I couldn't think, and could barely breathe. All I could do was pump on Derrick's penis and ride the crest of a continuous orgasm.
Derrick was groaning loudly. His hands clenched my ass, his dick swelling inside me. Then he came, and as he did, his muscles grew further. My legs no longer fit around him; all I could do was dangle from his diamond-hard dick and be caught up in an orgasm of my own, an orgasm to end all orgasms.
We must've both passed out. When I came to, I was draped across his body. We were still huge. There was no way I could turn on my stomach with breasts like I had. With some serious concentration I was able to shrink them to a more manageable size, though I didn't try reducing all of me.
The giant of a man under me stirred. "Melissa...?" he said.
"God, Derrick, that was...that was...indescribable."
He just held me. The two of us, muscular behemoths or no, napped. And as I faded off into sleep, I realized that I had achieved my dream, and so much more besides.