Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: wandrer
Title: Spammed
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Spells 'R Us (spellsrus.mag)
Keywords: mc, tf, be, humil, mf, mast
Summary: An email advertisement from the new spellsrus website and store
is thought to be spam, but turns out to be very, very real.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually
explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
coincidental.
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   "Spammed" - Chapter 1

   Sunday

   "Tim, you'd better do it, or else I'll tell mom and dad that you weren't
listening again!"

   "Fine!  God!"

   Tim grabbed the bag of garbage and dragged it out into the rain to throw
it in front with the rest of it.  His sister, Kim (Kim and Tim...why his
parents thought that would be a good idea, he'd never know) turned with her
nose up to go back inside to her homework.  Tim muttered to himself while
he tried to avoid getting too wet on his way out and back.  As he ran under
the garage door a voice spoke out from beside him and he jumped.

   "Nice sprint, dude."

   "Agh!  Jesus, Tyler...you scared the crap out of me!"

   His best friend Tyler grinned at him.  Tyler unfortunately went to a
private school across town, so they didn't get to spend much time together
during the day, but he often dropped by in the evenings.

   "She's still enjoying being the boss, huh?"

   "God, what a bitch," Tim muttered, "I can't believe my parents left her
in charge for this whole year..."

   "Yeah," remarked Tyler as they stepped inside and shook their jackets
off, "sucks for you.  But at least I get to spend time staring at your hot
sister..."

   Tim snorted.

   "Yeah, just don't think you're ever gonna get anywhere.  I'm not sure
she'd even know what to do with a guy."

   "So sad..."

   They quieted as they entered the living room where Kim sat, books spread
out in front of her.  Tyler smiled at her as she looked up at them, long
black hair framing her cute (if currently very severe-looking) face.  Her
slim body was a bit lacking in curves for Tyler's taste, but still, for all
her being a bookworm, she'd be quite a cutie if she ever did anything about
it.

   Kim looked at Tyler cooly, then to her younger brother.  Although she
was only a year older than he was, almost seventeen, she took her
responsibility as pseudo-parent while their real parents were on sabbatical
very seriously.

   "Tim, I hope you're not planning on hanging out with your friend.  Don't
you have homework to do?"

   "Nope," Tim replied, honestly, "got it all done while I was waiting for
you to come pick me up.  C'mon Tyler."

   They began to wander upstairs, her voice following them:

   "Alright, but no later than 10!"

   Tim rolled his eyes at Tyler, and they entered his room.  Tim flopped on
the bed while Tyler collapsed into the chair at his desk and started
fiddling with the mouse in front of his computer.

   "I can actually only stay for half an hour or so, but...hey, I think you
got new mail, dude."

   "Mmm...who's it from?"

   A few clicks came from the desk.

   "Hmm...looks like junk mail....'your fantasies can come true', some
such..."

   "Hell, delete it.  I thought my spam filters were catching most of
that..."

   "Will do I...whoops clicked the link.  Crap, I'll..hey..."

   Tim got up at his friends interested pause and looked at the screen. 
His browser was displaying a bizarre swirling green background with a
glowing blue sign that said "Spells 'R Us Online.  Click to Enter".

   "spellsrus.mag...what the hell is .mag?"

   "Dunno," said Tyler, "let's see what comes up..."

   He clicked on the link and a simple page of text came up.

   "Welcome to the new Spells 'R Us online site.  Our current offering is
very basic, but we will be expanding our services soon.  If you wish to
sample our demo, please click the 'agree' button below.  You will be able
to use our initial services for a week, and will have 14 SRU points to
spend.  Please note that if you exceed this allotment but have not
purchased a full membership by week's end, the changes will be permanently
reversed on your account.  If you agree below, your fantasies will be made
reality for one week."

   They both looked at the screen.  Then Tim spoke.

   "You gotta be kidding me."

   "What, you're not curious?"

   "Oh come on...they can't even speak English.  'Changes will be reversed
on your account'?"

   "Yeah, but there are some great international porn sites I've heard of.
Besides what's the worst that can happen, it's not like they have your name
or anything..."

   Before Tim could protest, Tyler clicked 'agree'.  The swirling screen
reappeared, and new blue letters faded in.  Tim had to admit - it was a
pretty unique effect.

   'Please place a token of the person you wish to control on your
keyboard. A hair or personal belonging is ideal.'

   "Oh, now this is just silly," Tim groaned.

   "Hey, man, give me a hair and let's see how it works."

   "No way...you do it."

   "Hey, I've got a better idea..."

   Tyler stepped out of the room while Tim shook his head.  Still, he
thought, looking at the swirling green...almost a mist, it seemed.  It was
really realistic...

   Tyler walked back in with a brush and pulled out a long strand of black
hair and grinned at his friend.  Tim laughed.

   "Dude, if we could control her, I'd be *ecstatic*."

   Tyler lay the hair down on the keyboard and started to say something,
when suddenly both of them stopped in shock.  The hair glowed green for a
moment, then seemed to melt into the keyboard.  A small green ball of light
moved up the cord and into the computer, and suddenly the words on the
screen shifted.

   'You have selected 'Kimberly Allen Green' as your subject.  She is yours
to command for the remainder of your trial period.  You will be taken to
the main menu from this point forward..."

   Tim Green turned to look at his friend.

   "...no way."

   They both turned back to the screen as suddenly the page shifted,
becoming a simple screen with a menu down the left.  Across the top the
page said 'Kimberly Allen Green.  Points Spent: 0 Points Remaining: 14". 
They both leaned in to look at the menus and were stunned at what they saw.

   There were a number of menus with labels that sounded particularly
intriguing like 'Sexual Preferences', 'Body Changes', 'Reactions to
Others', 'Personality Changes', plus some obscure ones such as 'Fetishes'
and 'Extreme'.  Before Tim could say anything Tyler moved the mouse and
clicked on the link at the top that said 'Special First Time Suggestions'.
Tim grabbed his shoulder and Tyler turned to look at him.

   "Tyler, wait.  I'm not sure we should do this."

   "C'mon, man!  This is incredible!"

   "Yeah, but...she's my sister!"

   "Oh come on, don't tell me you don't want to put her in her place a
little.  Besides, do you even really believe this?  It's probably still
some bullshit prank."

   Tyler looked at his friend earnestly.

   "And man, if it isn't...don't forget, it's me.  I *know* you've thought
about her..."

   Tim turned really red at that, since he knew he and Tyler had once
caught his sister coming out of the shower when they were twelve...and both
of them had gone back to his room to bed and jerked off, pretending not to
hear the other one.  And that certainly hadn't been the last time he'd
fantasized about Kim...

   Finally, reluctantly, Tim nodded and they turned back to the screen. 
Tim felt his breath catch as he read the text.

   "These are some special suggestions for your first choice, to get you
started.  They are fairly non-intrusive and will give you a taste of the
possibilities.  As an added bonus, if you don't like the one you choose,
you can trade it back tomorrow for another point.  (Note that the first few
effects may take slightly longer to take hold as the subject is attuned.)

   "The options are:

   "Extraordinarily sensitive nipples.  May orgasm from clothing.  (1
point)

   "Uncontrolled depraved fantasies with extreme visible arousal (hard
nipples, extremely wet).  (1 point)

   "Tail - can choose variety.  (Note: easily hidden, but very obvious to
subject.) (1 point)

   There were several others, but Tim reached out and clicked the second
one before he could get too excited.  When Tyler looked at him in askance,
he blushed again.

   "I figure we should be able to tell, but hopefully it won't be too
noticeable.  Yet."

   Tyler sighed.

   "Alright.  Although I kind of liked the tail thing."

   Suddenly he looked at his watch.

   "Damn.  I gotta go - we leave for the airport in an hour.  You watch her
tonight and then keep an eye on her at school tomorrow.  We're back on
Wednesday, so I'll talk to you then."

   After Tyler left, Tim sat staring at the screen for a few moments.  He
was tempted to look at some of the other options, but finally he shut the
machine down (after bookmarking the site), because he really couldn't
decide how he felt about the whole thing.  Not that he really believed it,
mind you, but still, the thought of what he could do to his sister
was...uncomfortably arousing.

   When he went downstairs to check on his sister, he found to his
disappointment that she had already gone to bed.  As he turned in himself,
he tried not to think about the website...it couldn't be real, anyway...

   Monday

   "Tim!  C'mon!  We gotta go!!"

   Muttering under his breath, Tim leapt down the stairs and out the front
door to clamber into his sister's car.  He looked over at his slim sister
in dark jeans and a tight red shirt with a white overshirt, and suddenly
the website from last night leapt to his mind - he had forgotten about it
entirely this morning.

   His sister looked at him.

   "What?"

   With a start, Tim realized he'd been staring, trying to determine if
anything had happened which, clearly, it had not.  With a sigh, somewhat of
relief, somewhat of guilty disappointment, Tim climbed into the passenger
seat.

   "Nothin'.  Let's go."

   Kim finished pulling her books out of her locker for her second class,
glancing at the clock on the top shelf.  Darn it, she thought, I'm gonna be
late to English *again*.  At least Mrs.  J doesn't mind to much.  She began
to turn away from her locker, reaching behind her to close it, when someone
barreled into her full arms at a dead run, knocking her books and papers
flying.

   "Darn it!  Why don't you watch where you're..."

   As she bent to pick up her books she looked up at the boy who ran into
her and her breath caught.  It was Sam Garino - the captain and quarterback
of their league-champion football team.  Who she'd had a crush on since
sixth grade.  Kim found herself staring at him, mouth open.

   "Hey, sorry," he said, bending down to help Kim pick up her books.  He
flashed a grin at her that sent a tingle through her entire body.  "Kim,
right?  Lemme get those..."

   Kim continued staring at him as they both stood up and he set the books
on the pile in her arms.  He towered over the five three girl, and she
found herself staring up at him, still speechless.

   "Well, see you around.  Sorry again."

   And with that he turned and ran off.

   With a grimace, Kim thought to herself *Idiot!  You could at least have
said something!*.  But she knew that Sam would never notice her - even when
she'd first developed her crush, staring at him on the playground in sixth
grade, he was already starting to look for...bigger things.  In particular,
Sam was never seen without some girl with overly large breasts for her age
on his arm.  Although he had just broken up with Megan, the lead
cheerleader (a solid C-cup), Kim had no illusions about what he would be
looking for in his next girlfriend, and she didn't have them.

   If only she did.  If only her almost-b-cups were c-cups...or (as silly
as they'd look on her) d-cups.  Then Sam would notice.  Then, Sam would ask
her out.  And she'd go to his house, where he'd start kissing her and
fondling her huge...tits.  And as he thumbed her nipples, his friend Dave
would be unbuttoning her jeans, while her warm wetness was beginning to
soak her panties.  As Dave slid them off her slim legs, followed by her
dripping cotton panties, Sam would have lifted her shirt over her head and
deftly removed her bra (which she would *have* to wear now).  She would
have one hand sliding into Craig's (the running back) pants to pull his
dick free while her lips slid over Devon's (a linebacker?) gorgeous, thick
cock, and Dave was now sucking on a thick nipple while Sam lifted her legs
back and she felt him slide into her for her very first time...

   It was her own loud moan which snapped her out of her reverie with a
gasp.  Turning bright red she pulled away from her locker realizing that
she'd been grinding up against the door like some sort of slut in heat, her
books having fallen to the floor again in her haze of lust.  She looked
down in horror and saw that there was a glistening spot on the side of the
door...wet, like...

   She choked back a sob as she looked down at herself and saw that her
jeans had a huge wet stain around her crotch.  It almost looked like she'd
wet herself, but she could smell it and even though it wasn't a smell she
knew very well, she knew it must be...

   With a whimper she frantically glanced around and to her vast relief,
the hall was completely empty.  While this meant she was very late for
class, at least no one had seen her going crazy like a...like a...

   Like some sort of slut.  But I'm *not*, she thought.  I don't even play
with myself!

   Quickly wiping the tears from her eyes, she pulled off her overshirt and
stared down at her small breasts...or rather at her usually small nipples,
which where rock-hard and poking through her tight red top.  She suddenly
realized that that tingle she felt when she moved which jolted right down
between her legs was the fabric running over her nipples.  Gulping back
more tears, she tied the white shirt around her waist so that it at least
mostly covered the wetness from her...well.  She wished that she had worn a
bra today, but it was better than anyone seeing her jeans.  She'd run to
the bathroom after class and dry herself off as best she could.

   Kim strode off to class, holding her books over her chest, and ignoring
the small bursts of pleasure and the ache between her thighs.

   She disappeared through the doors at the end of the hall, never looking
back to see her brother lean around the corner he'd ducked behind, mouth
wide in shock, having watched his chaste older sister hump her locker like
a bitch in heat for almost two minutes.  Good god...the site worked. 
Adjusting his jeans he turned and went to his own class, sure he'd get
chastised for being late.  But it was worth it.

   As he disappeared through the other set of doors, he never saw the curvy
short-haired blond with the ring through her nose lean around the corner
where she'd been watching him watching his sister, or the look of surprise
and...something else on her face.



   "Ngg ngggg ngg!  nng!  nng!  Ngggggg!!!"

   Kim began quietly sobbing after finally finishing the first orgasm she'd
ever had, her small feet pulled up onto the toilet seat in the
almost-never-used girls bathroom on the fourth floor.  The cold seat
pressed against her bottom, and she felt the wetness running from her
vagina and dripping into the water.  Her jeans and sticky panties hung on
the door in front of her.

   Finally, after fifth period, she couldn't take it any more.  She had
fantasized through third period french about the Thompson twins taking her
from both ends (and switching places a few times, glistening cocks wet from
being inside her sliding slickly into her mouth), and had to wait till
everyone left the room, pretending to look for something in her backpack
before getting up and wiping up the little puddle she had left on her seat.
Then she spent the last few minutes of fifth period (and this was the worst
so far) stuck in a vision of being spanked and fingered over the desk of
the pretty (and friend of her mother) Mrs.  Kent, but was thankfully
(horribly!) interrupted by a dropped book when she was probably about to
start having an orgasm without so much as touching herself.  She ran from
that class to this bathroom, yanked off her jeans, pulled her feet up to
her bottom, and began frantically fingering herself, while in her mind she
was being fucked by the basketball team.  She finally came while she was
working deep into the bench, suspended between the 6'5" Gavin Smith and
6'3" Xander Johnson, her arms holding tightly onto the waist of Gavin while
he came in her mouth, and legs wrapped around the waist of Xander while his
huge cock impaled her wet...(she shuddered as the word popped into her
head, but she had been thinking it)...her wet pussy from behind.

   Her first orgasm had been...well, amazing.  Although now she was far too
sensitive to touch herself again.  Not that she wanted to.  She felt
dirty...disgusting.  How could she have these thoughts?  The closest she'd
ever come to sex was letting Dale Barker caress her breasts through her
shirt for a few minutes earlier this year, and her one attempt at
masturbating (with visions of Sam dancing through her head) had ended in
only frustration.  This time she had come, and come hard, but to images she
would never have wanted in her mind.

   And her body...her nipples were finally starting to relax from an almost
constant hardness since the morning, which had *never* happened to her
before.  And she was pretty sure that most women didn't get so wet that
they literally dripped...but she had been almost constantly soaking herself
for four hours!

   Sniffling she leaned down to make sure there was no one else in the
bathroom, then stood up and pulled down her jeans.  She slid them on
without her panties and then put her tennis shoes back on.  Still sniffling
she opened the stall and stepped to the sink, and wrung out her panties,
feeling the slippery liquid dripping from her fingers, smelling of sex.

   "Hey Tim."

   Tim turned to look down at the voice calling his name and smiled in
surprise.

   "H-hi...uh, Jen, right?" It wasn't like he didn't know her name.  He'd
had a thing for Jen since the school year started - something about the
curvy little blond girl, with her pierced tongue and nose (and, he often
wondered, other places, perhaps) really turned him on.  And the fact that
his sister *hated* the girl certainly didn't hurt.  He was pretty sure it
had something to do with Jen's taking Sam Garino to a dance in junior high
after Kim had asked him.  But frankly Tim didn't care - Jen was just hot.
Jen Sanders smiled up at Tim, her nose stud glittering.

   "So, uh...I was wondering...do you want to maybe give me a hand with my
Spanish tomorrow night?  I kinda need some tutoring."

   Tim's heart skipped a beat.

   "I uh...sure!" He frantically thought through his evening.  "Uh...do you
want to do it at your house?"

   For a moment some odd emotion flickered across her face, but then the
smile she flashed him made him forget all about it.

   "Actually, how about yours?  I'll..."

   She stopped suddenly and Tim turned to see his sister walking towards
them with her white shirt tied around her waist, coming from the fourth
floor.  Her somewhat dazed expression turned icy as she saw her brother
talking to Jen.  She strode up to them.

   "Hi Kim," Jen said, smiling without smiling at the dark-haired girl.

   "Jen," Kim said, coldly.

   Jen opened her mouth for a moment, then shook her head and leaned up to
kiss Tim on the cheek.

   "Talk to you later."

   Tim turned to his sister as Jen walked away, but his grin was wiped away
at the look of fury on her face.  Suddenly it faded to a neutral expression
and she looked at her brother.

   "C'mon, we're going home."

   "What?  But I've got class seventh period!"

   "I know, I got you out of it.  I'm not feeling well.  We're going home."

   Tim was about to argue that he could take the bus, like everyone else,
but suddenly two things struck him.  First, that he was arguing *for* going
to class, which was ridiculous, and second...he wasn't sure what that odd
smell was that was coming from his sister, but he had a hunch.  It smelled
strange, but definitely got his attention.

   Tim turned and grabbed his backpack and followed his sister out to the
car.

   "So, what's wrong, sis?"

   Kim hadn't said a word since they left school, and Tim was intrigued as
to what had happened today.  The smell of what he thought must be his
sister's pussy was filling the car and driving Tim crazy.

   "Nothing."

   Kim stared out the windshield as she turned onto their street.

   "You said you weren't feeling well.  Anything that I can help with? 
Really, I don't..."

   Tim saw Kim shake her head with a panicked look and the car swerved
slightly and then she blurted out: "What were you doing talking to Jen
Sanders?"

   Tim was taken aback by the sudden change in topic, and before he could
think of a better response, he blurted out the truth.

   "I...uh...I'm going to tutor her in Spanish tomorrow night."

   "No, you can't."

   "What!?"

   "I don't like her."

   Tim's mouth opened and closed in fury.  His glorious shot with Jen was
fizzling before his eyes, all because of his sister's jealousy.

   "You can't...you can't say who I can spend my time with."

   "Yes I can.  Mom and Dad left me in charge."

   "They didn't say you could tell me who my friends are!"

   "I won't have you spending time with that tramp."

   "She is *not* a tramp...she - "

   "She is!" Kim gasped as she pulled into the garage.  Tim's retort was
cut short as he watched Kim start breathing heavily all of a sudden.  He
stared, stunned as his sister's small nipples suddenly hardened to little
eraser-points through her shirt.  And suddenly the smell in the car was
stronger, making his head spin...and eliciting other responses from his
body.  Kim got a faraway look as she turned the car off.

   "She's a little tramp...a little whore...she just wants to have sex with
anything that moves...she wants to feel herself being pumped by any cock
she can get insider her...in her mouth or in her...between her...and I
don't want her fucking my little brother...she can't fuck you!  You can't
stick your cock into her because I need..."

   Suddenly with a squeak she broke off and a look of horror crossed her
face as she saw her brother staring at her, agape and realized what had
been coming out of her mouth.  She turned off the car and ran into the
house with a sob.

   Tim stared after his sister, in shock, then looked over to the drivers
seat.  Where there was a huge wet stain directly beneath where she had been
sitting.

   "Holy shit," Tim whispered.



   Still crying, Kim ran into her bedroom and frantically pulled her shirt
over her head, letting her small breasts fall free, light pink nipples
still hard as rocks.  Her shoes, socks, pants, and panties followed
rapidly, and she stumbled forward, feeling her wetness starting to run down
the inside of her thigh, then with a choke fell onto her knees and thrust
two fingers into the dark fur of her sopping pussy while the other started
twisting her nipples.  She felt her fingers hit her hymen, and still had
the presence of mind not to thrust them through it, but instead started
grinding her palm against her clit.  She *ached* with the need to come
again - her earlier orgasm had seemingly only stoked the fire.

   Images of her brother tying her up and forcing her to lick Jen Sander's
blond pussy were flashing through her head in a torrent.  She could almost
taste the disgusting (wonderful perfect) flavor of the hated (worshipped)
girl's pussy in her mouth.  Tim was taking her from behind while she sobbed
into Jen's crotch, but she loved it...loved being used by her brother and
that tramp.  And if Jen was a tramp, what did that make her...?

   The images continued to spiral through her mind, but try though she
might, she couldn't reach orgasm.  She sobbed in frustration, rubbing her
clit, pulling on her nipples, but it was just...out of...reach...

   Tim paused in front of his sister's door, tempted to open further than
the small crack she had left to see what the strange sobs and grunts from
behind it might mean, but fear won out.  Instead he stepped into his own
room and woke up his computer, bringing forth the site.  The familiar page
came up, with some new items on it, and a message.

   "How did you like your first selection?  You can choose to a) keep it
(for 1 point) or b) keep one part of it and spend one more point to alter
her Basic Sex Profile - normally 2 points by itself!  (Advanced Sex Profile
Modifications are an additional 2 points)."

   Tim hesitated, then reached out and clicked b, intrigued by the 'Sex
Profile' statement.

   "Do you want to keep a) uncontrolled fantasies or b) extreme arousal?"

   Tim hesitated for a moment, then clicked B.  The thought of the wet spot
in the car made his cock jump, and frankly, he was a little afraid that if
he selected A, his sister would be totally incapacitated.

   Suddenly a new page popped up with "Sex Profile for Kimberly Allen
Green" across the top, and large amounts of text, check boxes, and radio
buttons.  Tim's eyes widened as he looked at the options - some were grayed
out or marked with a *, and at the bottom there was a note "* Advanced Sex
Profile Only".  But even the enabled ones were amazing.

   What was almost more amazing was the fact that it looked like he could
read all of his sister's sexual preferences...even though she'd never had
sex yet (as evinced by the '# Intercourse: 0' '# Fellatio: 0' '# Orgasm:
1', and corresponding 'Today' items, which contained '# Orgasm Today: 1').

   Even more fascinating were items like 'Preferred Stimulation: Clitoral,
Vaginal, Anal, Breasts, Any' (Clitoral was selected), 'Taste Of Cum: Hates
(selected) Neutral Loves Craves (which was greyed out)' 'Taste of Pussy'.
and numerous others.

   Tim had freed his rock-hard cock from his pants and was absently
stroking it as he began changing a few settings.

   "Orgasm - Number: None, Single (selected), Few, Multiple, Unlimited,
Unable to Stop By Herself, Permanent (the last two were greyed out)'...Tim
changed the selection to 'Unlimited'.

   "Orgasm - Intensity: Light, Medium (selected), Intense, Explosive' - Tim
clicked explosive.

   "Orgasm - Volume: Silent, Quiet (selected), Vocal, Extremely Vocal" -
Tim clicked Extremely Vocal.

   "Orgasm Sound - Sigh, Grunt (selected), Moan, Scream (additional options
available for specific sounds)." After reflecting for a moment, Tim
switched it to Scream.

   "Orgasm - Difficulty In Reaching: Extremely Difficult (selected),
Difficult, Moderate, Easy, Very Easy, Any Stimulation, Verbal (these last
two were greyed out)' -Tim clicked 'Very Easy', and then hit 'Apply'...

   Suddenly, the degrading images of being used by her brother and Jen
began to fade from her mind (with a slight tinge of regret), and she choked
on a sob as her fingers continued frantically rubbing her clit.  She drew
in a shuddering breath, but before she could stop her stroking fingers,
sliding over her ridiculous wetness, her eyes went wide...

   And the world exploded.

   Tim nearly jumped out of his chair at the sudden screech from his
sister's room.  He had never heard anything like it, and almost ran in to
see what was the matter, before he suddenly realized what she was
screaming.

   "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHH GOD OOHHHH FUCK OOOOOHH OH OH OH OH OH
AAAHHHHHHHHH UNGH UNH UNH UNHHH!!!!!!  OH....OH...."

   Tim's heart was pounding, and he cursed for having stopped stroking...he
wished he could have come while she was...

   "....nnnggggg oh no no nn-nooooHHHHHHHHHHH NNNGGODDDDD AH AHH AH
AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

   Tim's heart pounded as he listened to his sister shrieking in a second
orgasm, and began to stroke his cock again.  By her third, he had his eyes
closed and was envisioning himself in there with her.  Somewhere in the
middle of her fifth, his cum sprayed out onto his t-shirt with a grunt from
him.  As she wound down after her seventh (and seemingly final), he grinned
at the website in front of him.  While he listened to his sister's screams
turn to quiet sobs, it was with only the slightest tinge of guilt that he
began changing the settings on her profile.  Jen was a tramp, huh?  Wait
till Kim found out what *she* was...



   Kim lay on the floor gasping and sobbing, her whole body shaking from
the massive surges of pleasure that had suddenly ripped through her.  Her
head was spinning - she had almost blacked out the third time...or was it
the fourth?  Her single orgasm in the bathroom earlier had seemed almost
impossible to achieve, and she had been far to sensitive to even thing of
trying again (not that she had wanted to).  This time, she almost hadn't
been able to *stop*.  It had felt so good...

   And the noises...although she had been lost in a haze of bliss, she knew
she had been screaming...she'd tried to stop, but there was nothing she
could do.  Earlier she'd been able to keep herself fairly quiet (thank
god), but this time...it was like her body had gone completely out of her
control.  The only way to stop would have been to stop playing with
herself...and she had barely managed that even after several orgasms.

   With a small hiccuping sob she shakily rolled over and pulled her hand
away from her still dripping pussy.  She looked down in horror at her
matted black bush, her glistening hand and wrist, and the large wet stain
on her carpet...it looked like someone had poured glistening oil over her
cunt and hand, and then spilled the rest on the floor and into her jeans.
How could she get so wet?  Nothing like this had ever happened to her
before.

   The room reeked of her sex, as she pulled herself to her feet with her
dry hand.  Although the thought the smell had bothered her a little before,
she found herself flushing with embarrassment as she suddenly realized she
actually liked it.

   Sniffling, she grabbed her jeans and wiped her hand off on them (they
were soaked anyway) and turned back to wipe up her puddle with a
towel...when suddenly her stomach twisted as she realized her door was
still cracked open.  In her need to finger herself she had forgotten to
close it all the way.  What...oh god...what if Tim had heard her?

   Trembling, the wet spot on her carpet forgotten for the moment, she
crept to the door and pulled it open slightly farther, peeking around the
corner into her brother's room.  To her relief, although his door was open,
he was sitting at his computer with his headphones on, and she knew from
experience that nothing got through those.  She only hoped he'd put them on
before she'd...well, come.  The thought of her brother listening to her,
explosively fingering herself to orgasm again and again...

   With horror, she realized the thought was actually turning her on.  Oh
no, not again, she thought, biting her lip and trying to think of something
else.

   Thankfully, the uncontrolled fantasies that had overtaken her throughout
the day didn't come this time.  She was breathing heavily and could
certainly have started fingering herself again (and lord knows she wanted
to), but she was able to keep herself under relative control (although
another flush of red came over her as she felt a trickle of wetness roll
down the inside of her thigh).

   She closed the door quietly, and began to dry herself and the floor off.



   Tim breathed a sigh as he saw the reflection of his sister's head
retreat back into her room in the mirror.  He had placed that there a
couple of weeks ago, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked (which still
hadn't happened), but now it came in handy to keep an eye on her.  He'd
pulled his headphones on just in time.

   He looked at the changes which he had applied to his sister a few
minutes ago and his cock jerked and began to harden again.  He stared at
the listing of "Orgasm: 8; Orgasm Today: 8" in amazement.  He still
couldn't believe this had all worked.

   The greatest part was that (as he had read in the help text) this stuff
wouldn't change her personality at all - she still would (knowing Kim)
probably be totally disgusted by most of this...but her body would feel
quite differently.  He looked hungrily at the settings, and was tempted to
try the Advanced Options, but instead he decided to browse around a bit and
see what else he could come up with.

   Tuesday

   Kim sat at the kitchen table, staring at the letters in front of her. 
Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and she still couldn't believe that
what she was reading was true.

   She had sent Tim on to school on his own, calling in sick herself.  She
felt guilty about lying to the school about that, but she had to come up
with something, and she didn't know what on earth she could do.  With a
sniffle, she held the letter up again.

   Mr and Mrs.  Green,

   Final notice.  Due to our unsuccessful attempts to contact you, please
be advised that we will be forced to reposess your car (BMW as described
below) unless we receive payment in full of $2454.75 by the first Wednesday
of this month.  This will also be placed on your credit rating, unless
payment in full is received by this date.

   The letter went on, but Kim sniffled again, and put it down.  How could
she have missed the payments?  She was sure she'd sent them, but somehow,
looking back over the bills, they hadn't been cashed.  Even worse, for some
reason her parents hadn't included them in their regular transfers to the
checking account she was using, so she only had $500 left that she could
access.  And still worse, she had tried to reach her parents, but had
forgotten that this was the two weeks that they were camping, and
completely unreachable.

   What was she going to do?  Where could she get $2500 dollars by
tomorrow? What would she tell her parents?  She couldn't let them know she
had been so irresponsible.  And they couldn't get by without a car!

   Suddenly, with a sick feeling in her stomach, a memory popped onto her
head - a guy at a mall a few weeks ago who had given her his card, and told
her she could make some good money quickly if she called him.  She had
ignored him at the time, since she was pretty sure that what he wanted was
definitely not something she would be interested in.  But maybe...

   After some digging in the wastebasket by her desk (thank god she didn't
empty it often), she found the card.



   GS Productions

   Ray Simon

   Trembling, she dialed the number.

   Still trembling, Kim got off the bus and stood in front of the building
that she was headed to, staring at it in trepidation.  She had talked to
Ray, and he did remember her and said she could come down this afternoon,
if she was interested.  She left Tim a note, and headed out just before he
would be getting home from school.

   She had with her something she had never thought she'd use...something
her parents kept as a joke.  Her original birth certificate had been wrong
- it listed her as having been born two years before she actually was,
oddly enough on the day her parents met.  They had kept it in her baby
book, because they were so amused about it.  And, of course, never would
think that good, proper Kim would use it for anything.

   The fact that she needed it today made her very nervous.  She really
couldn't believe she was doing this.  But she'd spent hours on the phone
with the bank, with no result.  If she didn't come up with the money, they
would take the car.  And Ray had told her that she could get advanced that
much for what he wanted.

   She walked into the office, and was surprised to find it looked clean
and pleasant.  There was a very attractive blond girl sitting behind the
desk, who smiled sunnily at Kim.

   "Can I help you?"

   After a few moments of discussion, Kim was handed some forms to sign
while the woman took a copy of her birth certificate.  She signed them
quickly, and then was directed into the next room.

   This room was also clean and quite pleasant looking, almost like
someone's living room.  A tan couch was on one side of the room, behind a
small coffee table.  Kim walked over and sat down.  As she looked around
the room, she realized that there were a number of video cameras placed
around.  She had some suspicion of what she was getting into, but her fear
of losing the car (and everything that would follow) kept her in her seat.

   Finally, Ray came in.  A good looking guy with dark hair, he flashed her
a quick smile and sat in the large easy chair across from her.

   "So, Kim, really glad you could come.  Just a few quick things before we
get started.  I know you don't really know what this is all about (although
you can probably guess some of it).  That's actually part of what we do
here.  You should know that at any point, you can say you want to stop, and
we'll stop.  You'll get paid for whatever you've done, and you can go.

   "Do you want to keep going now?"

   Kim was so nervous she could do nothing but nod.  Ray smiled, and
pressed a button on a remote sitting on the arm of the chair.  Her eyes
flicked to the video camera next to him, and she suddenly realized that it
was recording.

   "So, what's your name?"

   Her eyes jumped back to him and she swallowed, feeling herself turn
read.

   "Kimberly...uh, Kim..."

   With horror, she realized that she shouldn't have given her real name
(and could see the surprise on his face), but it was too late now.

   "I see, uh, Kim," he said, smiling, "and how old are you?"

   "I'm...I'm eighteen...almost nineteen," she said, just catching herself
before saying "almost seventeen".

   Ray nodded.

   "Well, Kim, you sure are a pretty little girl."

   Kim felt the flush deepen.

   "So...will you take off your shirt for us, Kim?"

   Kim stared in shock.  She knew this was probably coming - she couldn't
believe she was still here - but the suddenness of it took her completely
by surprise.

   She realized that several seconds had passed with her staring at Ray
like a deer in the headlights.  He'd raised one eye and had a finger poised
over the button on the remote.  She stood.

   His finger dipped but then stopped, as Kim's shaking hands went to the
bottom button of her shirt.  She held her head down, trying to blink away
her tears while her fingers fumbled at the buttons.  Slowly her shirt came
apart, revealing the smooth white skin of her belly, then upwards...

   She let her simple, blue-striped blouse fall to the floor, and stood,
blushing furiously, in just her very small bra.  She grabbed her arm with
her hand as she stood, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, and trying
not to cry at what she was doing.  But she had to get that money, and she
knew that if she didn't last at least two hours, there was no way she could
get it here.  Besides, at least if it got too out of hand for her to
continue, she could take nothing and ask him to destroy the recording.

   "Hmm, lovely skin...such small breasts..."

   Kim nearly choked out a sob as humiliation washed over her, but managed
to bite her lower lip instead (not realizing that this made her humiliation
both more apparent and more appealing).

   "Have you ever wished you had larger breasts, Kim?"

   Still so flummoxed by the situation, Kim nodded before she could catch
herself.

   "Well...why don't you take off your little bra and show us what you've
got."

   Forcing back tears, Kim reached down and began to unclip her bra.

   Tim practically sprinted into the house and dropped his books.  His
heart was pounding with anticipation as he sprinted up the stairs.  Just to
be certain, he shouted his sister's name, and his anticipation only
increased when there was no answer.

   Yesterday had been amazing, but when his sister didn't go to school
today, it was all he could to to not come home early to see what had
happened.

   He ran to his computer and woke it up from sleep, the web browser
instantly appearing on his screen.  His usual home page appeared with his
sister's name at the top once again.  Hand trembling, he clicked her name
to get to her details.

   Yesterday, he had browsed around the website for a while, and was
stunned at some of the options available.  It was pretty clear that,
contrary to any rational view of the world, this website really was somehow
magical...some of the things that it offered were simply not possible (and
many were things he could never have imagined).  And yet, having seen what
had happened so far he had no doubt that it could do what it said.

   After hovering over some really odd items (some of which he was a little
disturbed by, especially the tense arousal they raised in him), he had
found a section titled 'On The Web'.  Once there he read the page, heart
pounding.

   "Ever wished the girl on a porn website was someone you knew?  Well, now
it can be.  We offer many sites in which we can make Kim the star
attraction, ranging from the normal to the bizarre to the impossible.  Pick
one of the sites below (points specified next to each) and tomorrow, she'll
be there for your viewing pleasure."

   Tim had scrolled through the descriptions in amazement.  Some of them
were fairly normal ("WebFirsts - girls naked for you for the first time"),
some truly bizarre ("The Kennel - women bred with dogs...and can actually
have puppies!").  Then his eyes wandered to a site that really grabbed his
attention.

   His fury at his sister's beration of Jen returned, and with a dark grin,
he clicked on the link.  He confirmed that he wanted to spend the 3 points
necessary, and then went to bed, dreaming of what might happen tomorrow.

   Now, trembling with excitement and guilt, he stared the link that stated
"Kim is now featured on: newgothslut.com - innocent young girls are
transformed right before your eyes into pierced, large-breasted goth
cumsluts who will take anyone, any time, in any hole...".  With a shaking
hand, he clicked the link.

   And almost fell out of his chair as the doorbell rang, loudly.

   Swearing, Tim leapt to his feet.  Who could that be?  He walked to the
door and opened it...

   And stood staring in shock.

   "Hey Tim.  Uh...did you forget about...tutoring?"

   Jen Sanders stared up at him with a twinkle in her eye that he couldn't
read, but looking cuter than ever in a black skirt and grey t-shirt whose
neckline plunged downward towards.

   With effort, Tim pulled his eyes back up to Jen's adorable face and
replied.

   "Uhh...I...ah..."

   With a giggle at his stammering, Jen squeezed past him into his house
and looked around, as if searching for something, then turned back to him.

   "Se habla espanol?" she said with a grin.

   Tim had completely forgotten about agreeing to tutor her in spanish
today.  How on earth could he have forgotten that *Jen Sanders* was coming
over.

   Flustered, he said "Jen!  Sorry...I got distracted and uh...hey, great!
You're here...great.  Let's um...I need to grab my spanish books."

   Turning red with embarassment and trying not to listen to himself, he
started back towards his room, then turned back to her.

   "Uh...sorry...do you want something to drink or eat or anything?"

   Jen looked up at him and smiled that odd smile again.

   "Maybe in a minute."

   Tim smiled nervously, then spun and walked back to his room.  He
wandered in and started rifling through his backpack that he had thrown on
the floor for his spanish book.

   Then jumped again as he heard his door click shut behind him.

   He stood in surprise...and the spanish book fell to the floor as his
surprise turned to shock.

   Jen was standing there leaning against his door, flushed red...holding
her grey t-shirt in one hand...and her bra in the other.  Tim stared at the
tiny, adorable girl, heart thudding in his chest as he drank in the sight
of her body.

   Her large, firm breasts heaved gently, the very pale skin topped by two
bright pink nipples, each pierced with a large ring.  Her nipples poked
out, hard with excitement.

   "I thought maybe first I could tutor you a little, though," she
breathed, huskily.

   Tim's cock was rock-hard in his pants as his greatest wet dream stood in
his bedroom, large breasts on display for him.

   Then she turned to look at his computer and a look of puzzlement came
over her.

   "Hey, what's that?"

   Tim turned in horror, having completely forgotten what he had been doing
before Jen's arrival.  Oh shit.

   "Is that...a porn site on your computer?"

   Ohshitohshitohshitohshit...

   "Hey, is that a picture of *Kim*?"

   Oh SHIT.

   Jen turned to Tim with a big grin on her face.

   "Well, this makes things a lot easier."

   Oh sh...huh?

   Tim stared at the half-naked pixie for a moment, then cleverly
responded:

   "Huh?"

   Jen sidled over to Tim who, in his nervousness, backed up until he ran
into his bedroom wall.  The blond girl stepped in and pressed herself up
against him.

   "Well, I, uh...I had several motives in coming up here like this, you
see..."

   Tim stared at her as she slid her hands up his side, eliciting a shiver.

   "I saw your sister's little breakdown yesterday at her locker and, well,
I noticed you watching her.  It wasn't much of a leap to guess that you did
something to cause it."

   She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and said, in a voice somehow
evil and innocent at the same time, "I wanted to see if you would let me
watch what you were doing to her..."

   A cute scowl washed over her face.

   "Your sister's made no secret that she doesn't like me...and I don't
like being called a slut.  Especially since that got back to my parents and
now...well, they just don't trust me any more.

   "I was hoping...I was hoping you might let me in on what you were doing
to her.

   "Maybe even let me help."

   Although the sensation of her soft, large breasts pressed up against him
was incredibly distracting, a rush of anger went through Tim.

   "You mean...you're just coming on to me to get back at my sister?"

   A look of surprise appeared on Jen's face.

   "No!" she said vehemently, "No...I didn't mean that!"

   She pulled herself even tighter against him, her voice a husky whisper.

   "I've wanted you for a while now...I was just...scared of giving Kim
even more ammunition, and since you always seemed to avoid me, I thought
you didn't like me either."

   Tim blushed, feeling like an idiot...he had avoided her because he, too,
was afraid of his sister's wrath, and was also too nervous around the
gorgeous little blond girl to do much else.

   "Seeing what happened to her yesterday...I thought you might...I thought
that maybe...maybe you didn't listen to your sister so well after all."

   And in a quiet voice she looked into his eyes with tears in her own as
she pulled herself closer to him.  The scent of her filled his world.

   "And I thought maybe I could have you and get back at her, too."

   With a rush, she pulled his mouth down to hers, and suddenly Tim found
himself passionately kissing the girl of his dreams.  Her studded tongue
reached in and caressed his - he had kissed a couple of girls before, but
never like this.

   Their kiss seemed to go on forever, as their hands wandered over each
others backs.  She reached down and grabbed his butt, eliciting a gasp.  He
raised one trembling hand to her large breast then began to drop it, but
she grabbed his wrist and placed it over her nipple.  He began to stroke it
- the first time head ever felt a girl's breast - and she groaned as his
thumb slid over her hard nipple, the nipple ring hard under his hand.

   Finally she stepped back, panting, and grinned at him.

   "Oh, I really am looking forward to this...

   "But first...so what did you do to Kim?  I couldn't believe what she did
yesterday..."

   Tim glanced at the computer nervously then nodded towards it.  Jen,
still topless and having long since dropped her shirt and bra walked with
him over to his desk.

   On the screen was a large picture of his sister, sitting prettily but
looking very nervous in jeans and a white and blue striped blouse.  Next to
it was the word 'Kim - our newest addition!'.

   Fighting the temptation to click on the link ("watch her live, now!"),
he instead hit the back button, to go back to his spellsrus.mag home page.
Then with a deep breath, he glanced at Jen, pulled his eyes away from her
magnificent breasts once again, and then launched into an explanation - the
email, the first day, how his anger about what she'd said about Jen ...

   "...and so, I uh...I sent her to be featured on this...newgothslut.com
site here...and I was about to watch it when you came over..."

   Jen was staring at him, mouth wide in shock, cheeks flushed.  Tim
himself turned beet red, and was suddenly horrified, thinking that she must
either believe he was crazy or, worse, was now disgusted that he would do
such a thing to his sister.

   But after a moment, she swallowed and spoke.

   "Did you send her...did you choose the site...because you were thinkng
about me?"

   Tim's heart fell like the floor had dropped out.  Now he'd done it.  He
sighed.

   "Yeah."

   Jen let out a small groan.

   "I...I'm sorry...I just got angry and got carried away...I thought I
would make her like what she called you..."

   A sudden giggle from Jen made Tim's head snap up.  She was smiling down
at him (although she wasn't much taller than he was, sitting down).

   "Oh, Tim...you think I'm upset?"

   Tim looked at her blankly, in confusion.  If she wasn't disgusted, why
had she groaned like that?  Jen reached down as if hearing his thoughts,
and grabbed his hand.  He watched, again stunned as she slid it under her
cute black skirt, and drew it up to her crotch - where Tim suddenly
discovered she wasn't wearing any panties.

   When his fingers encountered her pussy, they both let out a gasp.  Jen,
because of the pleasure of feeling his hand brush her pussy lips, Tim,
because it was the first time he'd ever touched a girl there...and because
she was dripping wet.

   "I think I'm about as turned on as I've ever been in my life."

   With some obvious effort, she pulled his hand away, and then with a
mischevious grin lifted his hand to her lips and licked the shining liquid
off his fingertips, looking him in the eye the whole time.

   Tim let out a groan of his own.

   Jen glanced at the screen again.

   "It's amazing...I want to watch it...see what you did...but...I almost
can't believe...hey," she paused, "can you modify us under 'Related
People'?"

   "I don't think there's a related people link, Jen - I think it's
just..."

   Tim stopped as she followed the hand she had pointed at the screen. 
There, at the bottom of the lefthand menu it said 'Related People'.  Tim
was *certain* that it hadn't been there when he'd logged on earlier.

   Jen moved around the chair, and settled her gorgeous ass down onto his
leg.  Tim let out a small almost-whimper as he felt his jeans begin to get
warm and wet where she was sitting, causing her to glance back and smile at
him, then kiss him quickly.

   "Click it.  Let's see what it is before we go see what happened to your
sister."

   Head spinning with desire, disbelief at the girl sitting on his leg and
what was going on, and other unquantifiable emotions, Tim reached in and
clicked the link.

   A new page came up, which Tim hadn't seen before.  On it was a long list
of people from Kim's (and his) life.  There was a note at the top that said
"Most people on this list can only be added to other scenarios, not
modified in any way without additional purchase.  People who will
voluntarily submit to modification (as well as yourself) are exceptions,
and are listed in bold.  Simple modifications may be purchased for these
individuals."

   Tim shook his head in disbelief.  Tyler (Anderson) was on there, as were
a number of other names he didn't recognize, and a number he did, such as
Sam Garino.  Jen wrinkled her nose up at his name as his scrolling hit it.

   "Uchh...Sam Garino?"

   Tim looked at her in surprise.

   "Don't you like him?"

   "God, no!  My parents made me go to a dance with him in Junior high.  He
kept trying to grab my breasts.  What a jerk."

   She smiled at Tim again, and as it did every time, his heart thudded in
his chest.

   "Besides, he's not my type."

   Tim stared at her.  Both that she had no interest in the guy that most
girls in their school (and possibly a few guys) desperately wanted, and
most other guys wanted to *be*...and even more that she must never have
realized why Kim hated her so much.

   In a rush, Tim first asked if she knew why his sister disliked her, and
when she shook her head in obvious confusion as to why he'd ask now, he
explained his sister's obsession with Sam.  When he was done, Jen looked
stunned herself.

   "You mean...she's done all those nasty things...said all those nasty
things about me...because he took me to a dance in *junior high*?!

   "God," she muttered, shaking her head, "your sister is a *bitch*."

   Tim grinned at her.

   "Tell me about it."

   He looked back at the screen and continued to scroll.  His own name was
shortly after Sam's, in bold.  He flicked down the rest of the list...

   And stopped in surprise at Jen's name...which was the only other name on
the list also in bold.

   He looked up at her, surprised to see that she was blushing almost as
deeply as he had earlier, and was looking at the screen, seemingly afraid
to look at him.

   "R-really?" Tim said, amazed?

   Jen dropped her head, and nodded, for some reason looking horribly
embarrassed.  Finally, she spoke quietly.

   "It...um...really turns me on...letting you...you know...do whatever. 
I've always...the thought of being controlled..."

   Suddenly Tim realized that she was afraid he'd be disgusted, like he had
been afraid earlier!  Fighting down a laugh of his own, instead he reached
out and grabbed her hand.  She looked up with a start as he drew her hand
down to his crotch and set it on his pulsing, rock-hard cock.

   She looked down, and then back at him.

   "You don't think that's weird?"

   "Are you kidding?" he grinned, "I think I'm about as turned on as I've
ever been in my life."

   She smiled back at him, blushing prettily and staring into his eyes for
a few moments, and for the first time, Tim realized that the feelings he
had for her might be something a lot more than just lust.

   She turned back to the screen, then placed one hand on his over the
mouse.  She moved the cursor over her own name, and pressed his finger down
on the mouse button, caressing it slightly.

   The browser changed, and what appeared was a screen similar to the one
for Kim, albeit with a lot less options.  She lifted her hand away as she
looked at them all.

   "I...let's watch her thing...but if you want...maybe the sex profile
thing for me...I mean, if you want to..."

   Tim couldn't think of anything in the world that he wanted more at the
moment.  To be honest, though he wanted to see what had happened to his
sister badly, he would have been happy to skip it entirely to spend time
playing with Jen...in every sense of the word.

   He clicked on the 'Sex Profile' link at the top.  Here he saw three
options - Minimal Changes (1 point), Basic Changes (2 points), and Advanced
Changes (4 points).  He looked up and Jen and was surprised to see that she
had closed her eyes.

   "Don't you want to see...?"

   "No...do whatever you want...I want it to be a surprise..."

   Still wondering if maybe the whole thing was a dream, Tim decided to
keep it minimal for now (he could always upgrade later), and clicked on
that selection.  The same screen he had seen for Kim came up, but again
with many fewer options available.  He glanced over her current settings,
and then decided to only make a couple of small changes.

   "Preferred Stimulation" he changed from 'Clitoral' to 'Any', just in
case...he didn't touch "Taste of Cum" (neutral), or either "Orgasm Volume"
or "Sound" (he wanted to see what she sounded like on her own), but, with a
glance at her, he changed "Number" to 'Multiple' (unlimited not being an
option), Intensity from 'Light' to 'Medium' and "Difficulty in Reaching" to
'Easy' (again, those being the highest options available at this setting),
and a couple of other settings he made similar minor adjustments to.

   He looked over the rest of the options on the page, and although he was
sorely tempted to play with the rest of it, he really wanted to start with
her just as she was.  They could play more later.  He hit apply and started
to tell her to open her eyes, then his eyes glanced at her profile a the
top.  It read: '# Intercourse: 0' '# Fellatio: 0' '# Orgasm: 3', and under
the 'Today' heading was listed '# Orgasm Today: 1'.

   "Oh my god," Tim said in surprise, "you mean you've never..."

   Jen looked away from the screen and glanced at him, turning red again.
Biting her lip cutely, her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head.

   Anger filled Tim at what his sister had said about Jen for years.  The
page in front of him said otherwise...and moreover, this meant that Jen
wanted *him* to be her first.

   He looked at her again, and smiled.

   "Me either."

   She sniffled, then smiled back.  Tim glanced at the screen again.

   "Close your eyes for just one more second."

   She did, and he maneuvered to his own profile, purchasing the minimal
modifications.  The options for a guy were completely different, and some
of them...he was horrified at the thought of them being applied to him. 
But he took a few moments to change some of the options that might be
helpful for now (he thought he could feel the barest of sensations in his
own body, but it might have been his imagination), then left the section.

   "OK, umm...shall we go see what my sister is up too?"

   Jen opened her eyes and her face lit up with sadistic glee.  She turned
to look at the screen as Tim clicked on the link for his sister's page,
both of them breathless with anticipation.  The picture from earlier
appeared and Tim clicked through on it.

   And his breath caught in his throat at what came up next.

   The next page started with text: "Kim - our newest addition!  This
eighteen year old looks sweet and innocent, and she is!  Or rather, was. 
Before today, Kim had never even had sex before, and claims she had only
masturbated once!  She's pretty, but her little tiny breasts have always
been a source of dissapointment for her..."

   Tim's heart pounded again as he found himself staring at a picture of
his sister, standing completely naked in front of the couch she was sitting
on in the previous picture.  Her smooth white body was on display and it
looked like she was on the verge of tears as she held her hands behind her
back, clearly trying to resist covering herself.

   Her breasts were, indeed, tiny - small bumps on her chest topped by
light pink nipples.  Her flat stomach converged at her crotch, which was
covered by a thin patch of black hair...just barely enough to conceal her
pink lips.

   Tim glanced at Jen as she caressed his knee seemingly unconsciously. 
She was again flushed, and the look on her face was a mixture of arousal,
joy, and guilt as she stared at her nemesis, on display for everyone to
see.

   Tim reached a trembling hand out to the keyboard and hit 'Page Down'.

   Tim and Jen both gasped and said in unison: "Oh my GOD."

   The next section of text read: "...not any more!  Our incredible system
allowed Kim to give herself the breasts she wanted...and even we were
amazed at what the sweet young girl did to herself!  She definitely won't
have problems being noticed now!  We just hope she won't have problems
*walking*!  And yes, she looks pretty upset when she first saw what she had
done...but wait till you see what happens next...

   "(Click here to see Kim LIVE right now!  Or click here to watch the
whole thing from the beggining...)"

   The second picture of Kim...Tim almost couldn't believe it was his
sister that he was seeing.  She was kneeling on a metal table, staring
slightly off camera - probably at a mirror.  It was obvious that this was
intended to catch her first view of herself after...whatever had been done
to her.

   This time, there was no verge to her tears - they were starting to
stream down her face as her mouth was open in some horrified exclamation.
Her hands were held out towards the camera as if to try to prove that what
she was seeing couldn't be true.

   Gone were the tiny bumps on her chest before...her slim body now sported
two massive breasts, each topped with a large, dark red nipple.  They were
so enormous they fell almost to her bellybutton, and yet seemed incredibly
firm, nipples pointing proudly at the camera.  Her areola alone were
probably three inches across - they were probably almost as large as her
breasts had been, before.

   They made Jen's glorious breasts look small in comparison.

   And belying her horrified look, a stream of glistening, sticky liquid
was visible, clinging to the inside of her thighs and dripping down onto
the table between her legs.

   With a sound almost like a sob, Jen wrenched herself off of Tim's knee.
For the briefest moment, he was again afraid somehow the reality of what
she was seeing had finally been too much for her, but she immediately fell
to the floor between his legs.

   Tim was speechless as the small girl frantically fumbled with his fly,
unzipping it and reaching in with one small hand to pull it free.  She
stared at it for a moment, as if in shock at seeing a cock, then, as Tim
started to say something, leaned in and plunged her mouth over it.

   Whatever Tim had been going to say disappeared in a deep moan as the
small blond girl began slurping at his cock with wild abandon.  The stud in
her tongue felt amazing (not that he had anything to compare it to), as did
her own unconscious groans.  He watched as she slipped a hand underneath
her skirt and clearly began playing with herself.

   Her eyes went wide in surprise, and within a few seconds, her moans
turned to muffled squeals as she began cumming, hard, with his cock in her
mouth.  That was more than Tim could take, and with a grunt of his own, his
cock began spurting deep into her throat.  Her orgasm continued unabated as
slurped and continued squealing and moaning, trying desperately to swallow
his cum as it blasted into her mouth.

   It seemed to go on forever, though, and finally she had to pull her
mouth of his cock, one hand continuing to slide up and down his shaft while
the other stayed under her skirt.  As his cock began spraying cum across
her face and chest, she began to have a second, seemingly even more intense
orgasm, catching some of it in her mouth as she sobbed in pleasure.

   Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Tim stopped cumming...the changes he
had made to himself were astounding.  The intensity and duration were so
much more than before...

   With sob of her own, Jen wrenched her hand away from her pussy,
seemingly with some difficulty.  She fell back, gasping and licking his cum
from her lips, a dazed look on her face.

   "My GOD," she panted, "what did you do to me?  I've *never* cum like
that before...and mmmm...I like the taste of yours..."

   Tim licked his own lips and tried to catch his breath.  Finally, he
managed to gasp out:

   "Actually...I didn't...didn't really do much to you yet - just made it a
little easier for you.  I wanted our first time to be
mostly...y'know...real."

   She looked up at him, blinking, then looked down at the shining cum on
her chest.  She grinned.

   "Cool."

   She shakily pulled herself up, then looked at him.  Shyly, she slowly
slid her skirt off, revealing thin blond curls adorning her pink pussy,
starkly red against her pale skin, and just barely wet.  She looked up at
him, blushing.

   "Can you ummm, do something to me now, though?  And then we can...watch
your sister?  I'm," she swallowed, clearly embarrased, "...I want to feel
you changing me..."

   Tim's cock was already hardening again, the changes he'd made helping
out a little, but mostly at his fantasy, standing naked in front of him,
asking to do that to her.

   Still looking at her, he glanced back to the computer and maneuvered to
her profile, quickly purchasing the Basic option for Jen.  While she stared
at him, clearly tense with anticipation, he made his first change, curious
to see what effect it had.

   Jen continued to look at him, while he feigned interest in the screen,
and she licked her dry lips.  After a moment, she licked them again,
running her tongue further out, to collect a little of his cum that
glistened a bit further towards her chin.

   Her nose crinkled cutely as she looked down at her chest, still
glistening with his earlier impressive spray of cum.  Seemingly not really
realizing what she was doing, she suddenly lifted one of her large breasts
and began to lick the cum off, starting to make little noises of enjoyment.

   It wasn't until she glanced up to see Tim grinning at her that she
suddenly realized what she was doing.

   "Oh god," she mumbled, not stopping her licking, "it tastes so *good*!!"

   Tim watched, enthralled, as the effect of her new "Love" for cum, played
out.  Jen licked everything she could get off of one large breast, then the
other, then began scooping the rest of it up with her fingers, moaning
quietly the whole time.

   As she slurped up the last of it, Tim continued making changes to her
body, his hard cock aching with anticipation.  Then he looked up at her.

   She was still smacking her lips from the taste of his cum, but was
flushed with excitement and anticipation of her own.  He glanced down at
her large breasts, glistening now with saliva.

   "Hey, can you lick your nipples?" he asked, seemingly just out of
curiosity.  Jen blushed, then nodded, and lifted one of her large breasts,
tilting her pink nipple towards her mouth.  Her pierced tongue quested out
and slid across the hard nubbin...

   And her eyes went wide with a sudden squeal, as a quite unexpected jolt
of pleasure shot through her.  She looked up at Tim in surprise, her tongue
now slipping wetly over her nipple, eliciting involuntary moans and
squeaks. Tears of pleasure began to run down her cheeks as she managed to
get her entire nipple into her mouth, and suckled at it, her tongue lifting
her nipple ring up and down.

   Suddenly, with a very surprised expression, she began to scream as an
orgasm ripped through her small body.  Tim caught her as she fell,
continuing to try to suck her nipple as she sobbed loudly in pleasure.