Disclaimer:  This story involves sex, sexual acts, breasts getting bigger, and 
other icky nasty stuff.  If you got a problem with this, or are too young, then 
bugger off.  Go read People Magazine or something.  Wait until your mom says 
it's ok, then I might let you back. 


Virtual Possibilities

by Munch Wolf

	Mark looked out upon the shimmering lake.  A small waterfall poured 
gently into its mirror-surfaced water.  He looked past the lake to the trees 
that surrounded it, tall, powerful oaks.  A small road led off in the distance 
that he knew eventually stopped at a little, brick house.  He started to walk 
around the lake, making sure everything was in place.  He examined the leaves 
on the trees, and smiled at the fact that each one was different from the rest.
He pressed his hand against a tree, and it stopped, just as it should.  
	"I think I'm finished," he remarked to himself.
	Looking at the watch on his wrist he noticed it was much later than he 
had planned to be awake.  Reaching behind his neck, he tugged at a cord that 
wasn't there, and everything went black.  He pulled the helmet off his head and 
looked around.  He was back in his house, with his computer right in front of 
him. 
	 "I don't think I will ever become used to that,"  thought Mark.
	The next day began with him again in his virtual domain.  He was 
working on making a white rabbit, with a gold watch strapped to its neck.  So 
far he only managed to make the rabbit hop a little bit up into the air, and 
was having problems trying to get the rabbit to fall back down to earth.  He 
gazed out upon his lake in hopes of solving the problem. 
	 "When I made the trees, I was able to make them and the leaves 
different by coding off of an infinite series, but to code the random movements 
of a living creature and keep it life like, thats nearly impossible."  Mark had 
almost wished he paid more attention to the virtual news groups when they 
discussed this particular problem, but he was always the type to try to figure 
things out by his own.
	"Oh, what the hell," he said playfully.  "I'm allowed to cheat every 
now and then."
	Placing his hand over the rabbit, he closed his eyes.  He chanted 
almost inaudibly, then opened his eyes again. The static bunny that was 
floating in the air, now took on a new image of life, yet remained airborn.
	"Whoops, wrong problem.  Gravity! That's what I forgot."
	A clear screen appeared before him.  Mark quickly checked the numbers 
appearing on it, changed a few of them, and waved his hand.  The screen had 
disappeared, and the bunny fell to the ground.
	Mark smiled and scratched the rabbit on the head, before returning to 
watching the lake.

	Lynn put down her latest copy of the underground phreaker magazine she 
was reading.  She was only 18, and had already crashed more systems, pirated 
more software, and racked in more free phone calls then most so-called hackers 
have done in their lifetime.  
	Tugging at her T-shirt, she looked down, and thought, "Boy, am I 
gorgeous.  People don't even realize that LynX, the scourge of ai the 
cybershell, is just sweet, innocent-looking me."
	 "Most of the geeks on here worship picture files that wouldn't even 
match up to these," she said, while thrusting out her ample chest.  "If only 
they knew, but it's my private joke.  Maybe I'll tell someone some day, and let 
them enjoy me, but they'll have to beat me at my game first."
	She flipped the power switch for the computer up, and picked up her 
jack.  "I'm in the mood for some major damage.  Let's see what Japanese 
corporations we can collapse today, but first a little warm up." 
	She placed the helmet on her head, and the jack into the back of her 
neck.  Everything went dark, except for a little, red button that flashed the 
word, "Randomize." She pressed the button.

	Mark was still sitting, watching the lake, trying to figure out a way 
to make a rock skip across it, when the flash of light occurred.  Startled he 
looked around, trying to figure out what happened, and there, near the trees he 
saw something that he did not make, a large golden cat.
	Lynx was a little shaken by the jump herself, so she looked around.  
She had been to several virtual worlds before, but none of them looked this 
real.  She was really going to enjoy what she had planned to do.  Before Mark 
had a chance to react she bounced off in to the woods, to explore this place 
some before she destroyed it.
	"What the fuck was that,"  Mark thought.  He waved his hand and a clear 
screen appeared before him.  The screen flashed a few words then disappeared.
	"User denied?  How can I be denied access, this is my system."
	He tried calling the screen up again, nothing happened.  "Well,"  he 
thought, "there is only one way to find out what's going on, and that's to find 
that cat creature."
	Mark rushed into the woods where the cat had gone.  He knew he didn't 
need to travel far.  Although the woods looked big and endless, it wrapped in 
on itself, like a klein-bottle effect, and so a person was limited in how far 
they could actually go.  Knowing this, it actually didn't take long to find his 
prey.  Sitting by the only maple tree in the woods, he had used it as the zero 
reference point, was LynX.  In her mouth was the remains of a mangled white 
rabbit.
	"What do you think you are doing here?" he shouted, "And how did you 
get in?"
	"I am LynX the Devourer, and I've chosen you as my next meal," she said 
with a gruff, masculine voice in as menacing a way as possible.
	Mark looked again at this large golden cat, and started to laugh.  
	"Well, I'm amused.  Go ahead and tell me how you're going to do that, 
when you've lost your programs."  With a quick gesture Mark point at the cat.  
A golden light surrounded her and the image changed to that of Lynn, exactly 
how she looked before entering virtual reality.
	Lynn was taken aback.  Never in all her days had she seen someone change
her icon like that before, but she wasn't going to let a little parlor trick 
like that deter her, she still had root access in his system, and her backup
programs to call upon.  With her own quick gesture, several object appear in her
hands out of thin air.
	"Well, Mister.  I don't know who you are, but you pissed me off.  No one
messes with me and gets away with it."
	"I beg to differ, you're the one who came her first, with intent to 
damage my property."
	Lynn didn't care, she was mad.  Someone had actually done something to 
her, and she couldn't figure out how they did it.  Her pride was hurt, and 
revenge was the only thing on her mind.  Aiming one of the small guns she 
summoned at Mark, she pulled the trigger, and a field of blue ice surrounded 
him.
	"That should keep him out of the way, while I figure out what to do 
next," she thought.
	Mark saw the gun she pointed, and felt the blue ice surround him.  He 
tried to move, but was stuck, he couldn't do anything.  "What is this stuff?" 
was all he wanted to know.  Looking out at Lynn he realized what had happened.  
He watched as she ran off back through the woods, but it wasn't a normal run.  
It actually looked more like a broken strobe effect.  " Lag! She somehow 
managed to surround me with lag.  No wonder I can't do anything.  Guess I have 
to cheat for a third time today."  
	Lynn had reached the lake.  It felt different, running around in her 
real body, as opposed to the cat one.   It actually felt good, and she grinned 
as she pondered the effect it would have on some of the males she found here.  
"This might actually be a better form to use.  I could torment them sexually 
first, and then crush their files and egos at the same time," she laughed in 
the manner that a maniacal villain would use.  She turned around hearing a twig 
break as someone came rushing up behind her. 
	 "A twig breaking? Wow, this really is some code, I wish I had the time 
to study it without worrying about this guy.  Although, he is cute, and good.  
Getting out of my lag field in only a few moments, quite impressive," she 
pondered.	
	Mark was prepared for a fight, and seeing her smile and wiggle her body,
although distracting, was not going to stop him from defeating her.  He raised 
his arms and a large, metal staff appeared.  Swinging it down on to the ground, 
while pointing at Lynn, a bolt of white energy shot forth to his target.
	Lynn flew back several yards, splashing down in to the lake, her most 
recently summoned programs again disappeared.  Lynn stood up in the knee deep 
water and shook off the drops that clung to her.  Again, another bolt of white 
energy struck her, and she fell back some more.  This time she could feel her 
hold on root control slipping.  "No, he's trying to kick me out!" thought Lynn.
	"All right, enough already," she shouted, standing up, "This is you 
system, and you want it back.  Fine, I give up.  You win."
	Mark looked at her, half expecting some kind of trick, but she seemed 
to be honest.  He watched as she waded closer, her body completely drenched in 
water, even her hair.  He smiled, happy that the lake program worked to 
perfection.
	"I admit," she exclaimed, accepting his hand to help her out of the 
lake, "You are indeed a master programmer.  I've never seen anything like this 
before, and I never thought I'd find someone who could actually beat me."
	She placed her arms behind her back, forcing her chest to stick out 
obviously.  "I would like to get to know you better."
	Mark was now dumb struck.  In the presence of a beautiful woman, men 
tend to turn to jelly, Mark was no exception.  His eyes gazed down upon her 
beautiful mounds held tightly within her T-shirt.  Lynn grinned, and fidgeted 
her hands behind her back.
	"Do you like what you see?  I'm just so sorry that I can't offer you 
anything more," she beamed, pressing her chest out even further and closer 
towards him.  "Oh wait, I do have something more I could give."
	Quickly she pulled a green ball from behind her back.  A flash of light 
enveloped Mark, and for him everything went dark.  He pulled his helmet off, he 
was back in reality.  "She spiked me.  Bitch!"
	Mark looked at computer, the screen was blank, and there was no way he 
could get back in through his terminal.  "Fuck, that bitch is going to pay now, 
and pay big time!  I try and actually accomplish something using code, and not 
magic, and this is what happens.  Fuck."
	Picking up a strange black device from his shelf, he cursed some more, 
before placing it on his terminal.  The screen to his computer blinked on, and 
he had access again.  He placed his helmet back on and reality shifted.  What 
he saw when he got back angered him even more.   Sparks of energy were flying 
everywhere,  trees were vanishing left and right,  the water in the lake bubbled
and steamed, and gravity was gone again.  High above, Lynn was flying around, 
laughing maniacally.  
	"Now you'll pay bitch," Mark shouted while flying up to where she was.  
From his perspective he could see his whole kingdom was engulfed in the energy 
that was dissolving it.  A lost cause, there was nothing he could do to save it.
In a few minutes all his hard work would be gone.
	"Persistent, aren't you.  Don't worry.  I downloaded your files into 
mine.  If you want them back, you'll have to do what I want."
	"Never.  In fact, you will return my world to me and do what I want, or 
else!"
	Lynn laughed harder now.  He was good, he had to be or he wouldn't have 
lasted this long, but she was better, she knew that.  "Is that how it's going 
to be little man," she cackled, jutting her chest out again.
	Mark glared at her, then smiled.  He knew what to do, and started a 
little incantation.  Pointing a finger at her chest he exclaimed , "You're 
rather fond of your endowments.  I could take them away, but that wouldn't be a 
real punishment.  Not one that you couldn't live with.  So I'll do the reverse, 
give you more than you could handle.  Return my files and I might change you 
back."
	Lynn laughed even more.  She was proud of this form, it was hers after 
all.  How he managed to change her into it she had yet to figure out, but didn't
care, and any changes he made to her icon, she would repair later.  It was at 
that moment the changes started, slowly at first.  She looked down at her chest,
two lovely orbs dancing within her shirt, but there was something more.  A 
tingling sensation ran across her breast as she watched it grow.
	"Is that your punishment?  To morph me into some kind of cyberslut.  If 
that's the case, give me your worse shot, and I shall wear your mark with pride.
It will give me all that more pleasure as I destroy other sites."  
	Mark ignored her remarks and continued to chant.  Her shirt continued 
to expand, stretching and growing to cover her.  Mockingly she breathed several 
deep breathes, pretending she was some type of balloon.  Her nipples, which once
were small, now visibly protruded through the thin fabric.  She reached her 
arms out to see how big she had become.  
	"I'm a pumpkin patch," she giggled, and they were still growing.  Mark 
could hardly ignore her anymore, the spell he had woven on her was having an 
effect on him as well, and he felt a stiffness between his legs.  She floated 
over to him as she felt her breasts finally stop enlarging.  She still was able 
to reach around, and touch her fingers together, just barely.
	"If this is your idea of punishment," she cooed, "I think I would enjoy 
seeing what you consider pleasure."  Lynn pushed Mark back, throwing him against
the ground, and then landed on top.  Most of the landscape had melted away, 
only a dry bed where the lake used to be remained.  Mark looked up into her 
eyes.  Where once he saw malice and hate, now he saw a lust, a genuine lust, of 
a type he had never seen before.  Lynn looked back and licked her lips 
seductively.  
	"I think you changed me into this form because you want me.  I've never 
been one for netsex before, but something about you is different.  I have no 
plans to harm you,  and will give you back your files, if you please me first."
	"You've got to be joking," Mark tried to say as calmly as possible, but 
he never was good at lying, especially when he was horny.
	She reached down and rubbed her fingers across his crotch. "You seem to 
be taking me seriously," she said to his groin, "Too bad the rest of you doesn't
want me."  
	Lynn reached around to the back of her neck, and disappeared.  Mark 
flinched in amazement, he had almost expected her to fuck him right there.  He 
placed his own hand where hers had recently been, and brought himself off in a 
matter of moments.  Lying back in the mud he looked around at the now ravished 
landscape.  "She'll be back, and do what I want," he mumbled to himself 
grinning.
	
	Lynn pulled the plug out from behind her neck.  She was still grinning 
after having a successful morning.  She wasn't even in a mood to collapse any 
corporations, or wreck anything for that matter.  She had found someone who 
might be close to an equal to her.  Of course she would return, probably after 
her finished rebuilding everything, just so she could trash it again, but for 
now she needed to take care of something.  She was still horny, and needed 
attention.  She pulled off her helmet and stood up, or at least tried to, she 
actually fell back into her chair.  "What the fuck," she thought, and then 
looked and saw the problem.  Her eyes grew wide.  Her T-shirt was spilt 
asunder, and her bra was mangled beyond repair.  A large mass of flesh, that 
had not been there before, laid atop her.  She tried to stand up again, 
carefully this time, pressing her hands against the arm of the chair.  The mass 
only slid down and out, balanced perfectly before her.  "My breasts.  What 
happened?"
	She ran to a mirror, tripping and bumping into things along the way, 
just to confirm what she had thought had happened.  Even without the mirror, 
she had to accept the truth, somehow that person had caused this to her.  Her 
breasts had grown to proportions she didn't think could ever exist.  There was 
no way she could live like this, and she knew it.  Sheepishly she returned to 
her machine, finally beaten at her own game.