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Subject: REPOST: BUG.TXT (tg,femdom,ff,bd)
From: ronnie@cebbs.com (ronnie@cebbs.com)
Date: 1997/01/15
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The Bug
(c) 1997 by ronnie@cebbs.com
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***Background***
The year is 2049, and medical science has progressed far beyond
the days of blood transfusions and scalpels. With help from
computer engineers, medical doctors have just begun to bring
nanotechnology into the arsenal of weapons used to combat disease.
Nanites, sub-atomic intelligent machines, can be instructed to
reproduce inside the human body, seek out disease-causing viruses
or bacteria, destroy the intruders, and safely flush themselves
from the body.
The setting is the city of Redmond, in the state of Gates
(formerly Washington). Redmond became the capital of our nation
after the Revolution, which began when our new nation's founder
blew the District of Columbia off the face of the planet with an
info-virus trapped inside DOS version 47.3a.
The story is told by Curt, an 18 year old mega-genius artificial-
intelligence engineer who dates Julie, 20. Julie is similarly
endowed with smarts, and they met at Micro-General Dynamics-Merck-
soft, where she is employed as chief engineer of nano-design.
Julie received the Perot Peace Prize last year for her work on
SexNanite-32bis, which destroys all known sexually transmitted
disease, and is now available in a cherry-flavored chewable form.
Julie and Curt are more than lovers; they work on a team together
at Micro-General Dynamics-Merck-soft and are on the verge of a
breakthrough in nanotechnology: MorphNanite version 0.9, designed
to adjust body-shape by way of shrinking and enlarging fat cells
and controlled endocrine adjustments. Curt's AI programming was
critical to this project, because these are the first micro-
robotic nanites to possess the 42-terabyte human brain-map code
necessary to respond to the host-body's thoughts of self-image. In
short, consuming the nanite would theoretically perform a plastic-
surgery-like reshaping of the human body, to fit the consumer's
taste.
***CHAPTER 1***
Little did Julie know that Curt was playing around behind her
back. Sure, he was only screwing a holographically generated woman
in his virtual-reality chamber, but when she caught him with this
woman she was livid. Perhaps it was that Julie was a little self-
conscious of her image. She had always liked her long blonde
hair and well defined curves, and always thought Curt did too. But
the fantasy woman Curt was with had auburn hair, blue eyes, and an
hourglass figure so exaggerated in the tits and ass that the 20th-
century Barbie looked like the girl-next-door.
Needless to say, Curt was embarrassed and apologetic, but his
ministrations did little to quell Julie's fury. "I need some time
alone to sort this out," Julie said as she left Curt's eco-cube.
All of Curt's pages to Julie's eco-cube's com-station went
unanswered for 5 days. They'd planed to vacation this month
together, and Curt didn't know what to do for the remaining 3
weeks. He had dropped into a depressed emotional state, and
was sulking around his cube.
2 more days had passed when Julie arrived at Curt's chamber,
dressed in her tightest black body suit and carrying a large black
leather bag. Curt's tears streamed down his face, as they
embraced. The coffee was still fresh in the carafe, so Julie and
Curt shared some of the brew and talked things out. "I'll never
love another," Curt pleaded. "I now know that you won't, Curt,"
was her response.
Julie explained that she'd spent the past week in the lab,
finishing up a special MorphNanite just for Curt, which she'd
slipped into his coffee. Before she could explain further, Curt's
jeans split at the seams as his hips grew so wide that they
couldn't contain his once-narrow figure.
"I used your access code to download the physical and
psychological profile of your dream girl from your virtual-reality
chamber, Curt. I programmed them into MorphNanite version 0.9a,
with a few special adjustments."
Special adjustments, indeed, as Curt not only saw his body rapidly
change below him, but experienced a subtle reorientation of his
brain chemistry. The floor seemed to grow closer, even as he stood
out of the chair, because his height had changed from 6 foot tall,
to 5 foot 2 inches. He had to prop his hands against the table as
the rapid shift of his 170 pounds of muscle and bones seemed to
mostly distribute within his swelling breasts and hips.
Curt had programmed his virtual girl in the exact proportions he
was now assuming, and with an insatiable sexual appetite that he
quickly felt as the nanites worked within his brain. The nipples
on his 48-F breasts exploded out and became stiff as large acorns.
He touched them around his torn shirt, and they stiffened even
more. As Curt's ripped top dropped to the floor on top of his
shredded jeans, shocks of sexual energy flowed from his breasts
down to his aching cock.
Dismayed but hopelessly aroused, Curt reached down to touch his
erect prick which, although it felt stiffer than he'd ever known,
had reduced itself to 2 short inches in length. Julie remained in
her seat, giggling as her biotech handiwork completed its job. All
of Curt's clothes lay tattered about his feet, save for his shoes
and socks. As Curt stepped from the table, his newly size 6 feet
slipped out of his men's size 13 shoes, and he stood before his
girlfriend in nothing but socks. As Curt took his first step
toward the mirror, he felt his matching 48-inch hips rock his
torso under his 24 inch waist in harmony with his new tits.
Reaching the mirror, he caught his first glimpse of his newly
transformed body... his feeling of disgust quickly faded into a
narcissistic lust as the nanites blended his psyche with that of
his dream girl. Cupping one breast in his left hand, and his
little stiff cock in his right, Julie ran her long nails down her
boyfriend's back as she whispered, "meet Jacqueline..." into
Curt's ear. "Jacqueline" was the name he'd given his holographic
slut-program, and as he heard those words, he let out a moan.
"Oh, my god!" he cried. The cry seemed disembodied, for he
recognized the sound of his voice not as Curt's gruff one, but as
Jacqueline's much higher, airier erotic tone. Thick spurts of
white cream gushed from his little cock into his right hand with
minimal stimulation, as he continued to moan and whimper in
soprano.
"As you can see, Jacqueline," Julie so matter-of-factly stated
using Curt's new name, "I don't want to transform you completely.
I feel I will have much more control over you in the coming days
if you are left with a constant reminder of who you were, so I
didn't give you Jacqueline's pussy. I shortened up your cock
though... in fact it's almost like a big clit isn't it?"
Julie placed her hand on Curt's big, pouting naked ass cheek and
gave it a squeeze. "Hmmmm... baby got back...," she giggled, as
she gently raked a finger deep into Curt/Jacqueline's rear
cleavage, up to his/her tailbone. Curt's hard dripping little nub
exploded again in what Julie referred to as his first multiple
orgasm.
While Jacqueline heaved with feminine moans, Julie started
unpacking her black bag, laying clothes out on the table...
clothes that would never fit Curt... at least not until now.
"Get dressed, Jacqueline," Julie commanded. "You're just a wee bit
overexposed, no?"
"I'm not..." Curt started, but realized before he could say
"Jacqueline," that Jacqueline is who he'd become, because the
words were in Jacqueline's voice, not Curt's.
"Yes, I know you're not Curt anymore," said Julie as she handed
Jacqueline one sheer white stocking, then the other, "and we have
a lot of things to learn this month, as we both get to better know
who you are... who Jacqueline is..."
Jacqueline, as she slid the stockings up her smooth legs, realized
there was to be quite an education in store for her.
Perspective had totally blurred for Curt, who had now become
Jacqueline, Curt's own exaggerated AI program of femininity, in
body and desire, as Julie handed him each piece of foreign
clothing. The strangest new perspective for Jacqueline was that
she now stood 4 inches shorter than her 5'6" girlfriend. Julie
seemed to enjoy looking down into Jacqueline's soft, round eyes,
as she handed her a white boned satin corset with purple trim. As
Jacqueline's figure was already more pronounced than any living
woman's, the corset was hardly necessary, but did add to
Jacqueline's overall image, and provided a medium of holding up
her stockings. Julie pushed aside Jacqueline's fluffy auburn
plumage and laced up the back of the corset.
"Jacqueline, you brought this upon yourself. It was your own
programming that made who you are possible," Julie calmly informed
the shorter girl. This fact sank deep into Jacqueline's mind, as
her reflection in the mirror brought wave upon wave of recursive
lust to her plump, yet shapely loins. "It's no wonder your honey
drips when you see yourself..."
As Julie zipped up Jacqueline's dress, consisting of a white
peasant top with a tight bodice and short, flouncy tiered skirt
(Curt had programmed several outfits for Jacqueline; this one he'd
called "virgin"), Jacqueline's cleavage became even more
pronounced. The skirt was resting on top of Jacqueline's
protruding butt, and Julie modestly pulled it down to cover the
girl's naked cheeks.
Julie handed her transformed boyfriend a pair of shimmering white
satin panties, specially designed for Jacqueline's unique
condition. Sliding the soft garment beyond her taut garter straps,
Julie helped push Jacqueline's stiff nub through the purple-lace-
trimmed hole in the front. The panties tastefully cradled the
girl's plump tush.
Panties on, Jacqueline let her skirt softly drop across her thighs
again, barely concealing her stocking tops. Jacqueline's deeply
frosted auburn hair and plump red pouting lips contrasted sharply
against the luminescence of the white dress, as she stepped into
the 3 inch white heels before her. Mincing a few first steps in
these heels, Jacqueline quickly adjusted to her new center of
gravity, for it was second-nature to Curt's own programming, which
had intertwined with his own personality.
The white pumps helped further pronounce Jacqueline's already-
overpronounced legs, ass, and tits. Jacqueline touched her cute
little turned up nose, closely inspecting her new face in the
mirror: her high cheekbones, her carefully arched brows, her full
round lips, her dimples as she smiled. The softly stated makeup
appeared to be a permanent product of the genetic engineering.
Large gold dangling earrings completed the effect. She'd become a
hunk of flesh shaped into his own distorted image of highly-
overstated femininity.
Julie led Jacqueline to Curt's virtual reality chamber. "Let's
conduct a little experiment, sweetie..." Julie singsonged as they
stepped through the portal. Julie slipped a datacard into the
chamber's interface slot, and activated her program.
In the center of the chamber was Jacqueline's cherry 4-poster
waterbed, with its bright pink satin comforter, ruffled bed skirts
and canopy. Jacqueline recalled the bed from Curt's "virgin"
program quite clearly. As Jacqueline's eyes floated down from the
canopy to the bed's surface, she saw the woman sitting on the bed.
It was Jacqueline!
The transformed Curt/Jacqueline was quite taken aback. She saw her
own image on the mirrored walls, and her identical twin
holographic sister on the bed. The girl on the bed whispered in a
familiar voice, "Hello, dear. I'm Jackie." Curt/Jacqueline
instinctively replied, "I'm Cur...uh...Jacqueline."
"Pleased to meet you, Jacqueline," she responded, as she rose from
the bed, embraced her twin tightly and thrust her tongue deeply
between Jacqueline's quivering pout lips into her mouth. If it
were not for the fact that Jackie was wearing the outfit from
Curt's DOM3.EXE program, the girls would be impossible to tell
from one another.
Jackie stood just slightly above the girl in white, for she was
wearing 5 inch black patent pumps. She had a sinister grin
sweeping her perky cheeks, as she looked down into Jacqueline's
eyes, which quickly turned towards Julie, who stood quietly with
her arms folded, as if inspecting the results of a lab experiment.
An experiment it was, with Jacqueline's mind altered by Curt's
submissive programming, standing before her dominant, holographic
double. Jackie ran her slight fingers through Jacqueline's hair.
Jacqueline instinctively responded by caressing Jackie's body over
her black corset. Jacqueline's fingers brushed against Jackie's
nipple, as her other hand followed Jackie's garter strap down to
the tops of her black seamed hose, and back up to the legband of
her black panties. Jacqueline grabbed a handful of Jackie's ass,
in an effort to hold herself up, lest she melt into a puddle of
lust. Jackie chuckled, and led Jacqueline to the satin-encased
bed.
As Jacqueline fell to the bed, her white skirt flipped up,
exposing her little dripping nub of emasculated flesh. "My, what
have we here? This certainly *is* new," cooed Jackie as she pinned
the girl in white. Jackie sat back on Jacqueline's knees long
enough to pull her panties aside and display the sopping full
wetness of her womanhood, the only physiological difference
between the two girls. "I guess your clit is bigger than mine; I'm
sure we'll find some use for it."
Jackie snaked up Jacqueline's body, straddling the girl in white
as she planted deep lingering kisses under Jacqueline's skirt,
over her clothed (yet erect) nipples, across her neck, into her
ear, then finally locking their plump lips together as Jackie
ground the crotch of her wet black panties into Jacqueline's white
ones.
The kiss seemed to linger forever. Jacqueline felt liquefied in
narcissism, not realizing that Jackie was carefully attaching her
arms to the posts of the bed while Julie assisted with
Jacqueline's legs. Jackie released the girl's lips from the kiss
and sat back to inspect her handiwork... and the expression on
Jacqueline's face as she quickly realized her state of bondage.
Jackie propped Jacqueline's head up with the shiny pink pillows,
so she could watch as Jackie methodically rose from the bed,
produced a pair of scissors, and leaned over the bound girl,
strategically shearing Jacqueline's beautiful white blouse and
skirt from her body and discarding the remaining shards of her
modesty in a rumpled heap in the corner. Jackie paused a moment
over the quivering Jacqueline, then grinned wider as she cut 2-
inch wide holes in the taut cups of Jacqueline's corset.
Jacqueline's nipples and aeriolas jumped through the fabric like
drowning men coming up for air. From the pillows, Jacqueline could
see her own stiff nipples, standing at attention. They were almost
as large as her new "clit," which protruded from her panties and
was only visible because her cleavage was so deep.
"What a pretty girl! Do you like pretty girls, Jacqueline?" Jackie
rhetorically cooed as she rubbed her crotch across the bound
girl's belly. The girl on top laid on top of Jacqueline, again
locking lips and grinding her satin-encased clit against
Jacqueline's. Jackie moved down, taking one nipple into her mouth
to get it stiffer, then the other, all the while, stroking the
nape of Jacqueline's neck. Jacqueline's clit was stiff, dripping,
and quivering in anticipation.
"Do you like the smell of a pretty girl?" Jackie asked as she
lowered her black satin panties and ran them across Jacqueline's
mouth. Her tongue instinctively and delicately greeted the moist
fabric with a kiss.
"I bet you'd like the taste of a pretty girl, too," Jackie sang as
she turned her broad ass to Jacqueline's face, and straddled
across her ample chest. Jacqueline was on the edge, shaking in an
uncontrollable tantrum of unreleased preorgasmic thrusts, for she
saw her own preprogrammed fantasy breasts attached to her body,
with her own preprogrammed fantasy ass attached to Jackie's,
firmly planted on top. Jackie ground her dripping holographic
pussy upon Jacqueline's left nipple. She teased and taunted the
bound girl's eager tongue, which could only lap at the musky air
between Jackie's plump thighs.
Jackie ground harder and harder on her "sister's" nipple, as her
unusually plentiful pre-programmed pussy juice cascaded down
Jacqueline's breasts, drenching what was left of the cups of her
white satin corset. Harder and harder Jackie fucked her submissive
twin's left tit until she arched her back, engulfing Jacqueline's
breast with her asscheeks, grabbing Jacqueline's wide hips with
her hands, and screaming loudly in a rush of orgasm. The cream
continued to cascade from Jackie's puffy womanhood, as she finally
pushed her broad tush within reach of Jacqueline's extended
tongue. Jackie quickly pushed herself back even more, smothering
Jacqueline with her ass as the bound girl literally drank the
cream from the holographic Jackie. Jackie pumped her clit against
Jacqueline's pouting lower lip, and commanded her to suck it.
As Jacqueline sucked deeply on her sex center, Jackie bucked her
plump heaving ass with wild abandon across her twin's face. "Good
girl," cooed Jackie as she lowered her face to greet Jacqueline's
stiff, unattended "clit." Jacqueline could only wonder what Julie
was doing, for she had only tunnel vision of Jackie's ass as they
locked into a recursive sixty-nine, coming together in a quivering
heap of Curt's fantasies of feminine abundance.
The orgasm served little release, for Curt had programmed
Jacqueline with an insatiable appetite for sex in all forms, and
that appetite had become part of her psyche. Jacqueline's clit-nub
remained quite stiff, as Jackie dismounted, turned around and
kissed Jacqueline again, depositing a mouthful of Jacqueline's own
sweet cream deep within her mouth. Her cream tasted exactly like
Jackie's.
"Let's make some real use of that thing, slut. I want you to fuck
me." Jackie whispered into Jacqueline's ear. The bound Jacqueline
had little say in the matter, but eagerly desired release to her
needy condition. All of Jacqueline's nerve endings seemed to focus
upon her two nipples and her 2 inch stiff dripping nub of former
malehood.
Jackie straddled Jacqueline facing her, but Jackie's ass was so
plump that Jacqueline's new clit achieved no penetration beyond
Jackie's swollen pussy lips. Jackie turned her back to Jacqueline,
but that position was even worse, as she almost popped one of her
6 garter tabs in an effort to engulf Jacqueline's nub within her
womanhood. Jackie's last attempt involved laying down
perpendicular to Jacqueline, with their crotches together, but the
4 identically-round thighs and asscheeks allowed only for the
twins' clits to kiss and mingle together. Jackie's frustrated
attempts at penetration only served to completely soak
Jacqueline's panties with her cream.
Jackie dismounted the quivering Jacqueline and produced an 8" long
thick dildo from the night stand. Inserting the tool into a
harness, she attached the big cock to Jacqueline's heaving hips
and wasted no time in climbing aboard. "Fuck me, you bitch! Give
me all of that hard cock!" Jackie shouted as she rode furiously
above Jacqueline's thrusts. Jackie continued to dominate the bound
girl, riding faster and faster until she orgasmed violently on
Jacqueline, engulfing the entire rubber tool within her gaping
womanhood.
Jacqueline looked down at her quivering twin as she briskly
removed the strap-on tool, and fastened it to her own body. Jackie
silently removed Jacqueline's left leg-cuff from the bedpost, and
reattached it to a clasp on the canopy bed's upper crossbeam
before Jacqueline could begin to conceive of being allowed free
from her bondage. Jackie swiftly followed suit with the bound
girl's curvaceous right leg. With her legs attached to the canopy,
Jacqueline's plump thighs were widely parted; her ass floated,
exposed, in the musky air of the chamber.
"Such a pretty girl... such a pretty hole. I'm going to take your
cherry, Jacqueline," the dominant twin matter-of-factly stated.
The lubrication which Curt had programmed into Jacqueline's ass
for such occasions was becoming obvious to her, as she felt a
trickle flow between her big buttcheeks, and drip to the pink
satin comforter. "I see you're already wet for my cock."
Jackie slipped one finger inside Jacqueline's hole... then two...
pumping as she caused spurts of sexual electricity to flow
directly to her clitty-cock which dangled before Jacqueline's
face.
Jacqueline was quite thankful for Curt's programming. Whether it
was making Jacqueline's hands small, or whether it was making
Jacqueline's ass accommodating, Jacqueline was quite thankful, as
she felt Jackie's entire fist thrust inside her with one swift
motion. Jacqueline's nub felt like it was burning with a rampant
fire of pleasure as her cheeks were splayed by Jackie's narrow
forearm. Glancing at the mirrored walls, she saw everything, felt
everything, sensed everything, as Jackie relentlessly filled her
twin to the hilt.
After what seemed like hours, but were actually only minutes,
Jackie carefully ended her fist-fucking, and replaced her hand
with the strap-on tool. Jackie pumped like a machine into
Jacqueline's stretched hole, slapping her round thighs into
Jacqueline's plump, suspended ass again and again, sending wave
upon wave of pleasure to Jacqueline's nub.
"Take it all, slut! Show me what a good lay you are!" Jackie
shouted. The cock felt wonderful and new to Jacqueline, and pushed
her over the edge as her dangling clitty-cock spurted again in
waves of cream which splashed upon her erect, naked nipples, and
across her belly, staining her white satin corset. Jacqueline
continued to scream from pleasure; breathy feminine shouts and
moans which matched the timbre of Jackie's.
"My, what a mess you've made," Jackie commented, "and we haven't
even had a REAL cock to play with... yet." Jackie looked over at
Julie, who was entering some final data at the terminal, and
winked. "Are we ready, Julie?" asked the holographic Jackie. Julie
nodded, and inserted a new datacard.
As Jackie restored Jacqueline's legs to the bedposts, a new figure
materialized in the virtual reality chamber. A very familiar
figure.
Julie presented the holographic figure to Jacqueline, her
transformed boyfriend. "Jacqueline, meet Curt."
What was reality and virtual reality blurred for Jacqueline. She
knew who she was... she knows who she is... but seeing her former
self, embodied within a holographic image and standing before her
with an obviously raging hardon in his jeans, Jacqueline's mind
spun.
"Jacqueline, it's time for a taste of your own medicine," Julie
proclaimed.
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