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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apologies in advance - some people WILL find this offensive. It
contains adult content, nudity, and coarse language. If you decide to read on,
don't blame me. Some people bring out the worst in me.
DEDICATION: To Mr. Viral - whoever you might be.
GUNSLINGER'S REVENGE
By Gunslinger
'I need your help.'
Steve raised an eyebrow at the ICQ request from Gunslinger. Leaning forward, he
answered.
'Sure - what can I do for you? Edit another story?'
The reply surprised him. 'No - I found the guy who sent me the virus. He's
Mortimer J. Viral, of Knowaire, Idaho. I need you to find some information for
me...'
Steve blinked at the list that came through. Human Genome Project? EEG frequency
ranges? KLCA and KRTP radio station locations? What the heck was this for?
*****
'I'll tell you later.' Gunslinger promised. While the ICQ chat was still open,
he was busy. He had a 'little black book' open, and was quietly making his way
deeper into one of three XMP systems he was going to need for this. Meanwhile,
another window was a direct link into the hard-drive of Morty Viral's computer -
thanks to the little program that had tracked down his ISP - and was looking at
the system info. Gunslinger was gratified to not that Viral had an AM/FM Tuner
Card installed.
As Steve began to funnel the information Gunslinger wanted over to him,
Gunslinger's fingers flew over the keyboard, redistributing data and issuing
commands that the systems involved had never been expected to receive. It took
some finesse, but, one by one, they began to let him know that they were ready
to run the programs he was inputting...
* * * * * * *
Morty logged onto the Internet, cracking his fingers expectantly as he opened
his E-mail program and had it check for new messages. Perhaps some more
discussion of his latest work would be forthcoming...
Morty looked down the list of incoming messages, mentally ordering which ones to
read first - when he came to a stop, his beady little eyes widening in shock as
he read the header on the third from the bottom.
'Hey, stupid.' - from Gunslinger.
What worried him so much wasn't the message - hell, he'd read that morning's
rant with joy.
But this wasn't posted to the list - it had come directly to HIM. Gunslinger
knew who he was.
For a second, Morty considered just dumping the message into the trash - but his
ego stopped him. So, there might be a 'revenge' virus in the message. Wasn't he,
Mortimer J. Viral the best hacker, cracker and phreak there was? Some piddly-
assed writer trying to beat him at his own game would be in for a rude surprise.
Shaking his head, Morty clicked on the file....
*****
On that cue, the rest of the pre-programmed 'trap' sprung to life.
The medical database at the Knowaire General Hospital obligingly dumped the EEG
frequencies into the Cray at the NSA, which crunched the numbers rapidly while
integrating the data from the modeled projection created via the Cray at the
HGP. The two XMPs 'chatted' for an eternity - nearly two whole seconds - before
reaching a consensus.
The information was quickly collated and reformatted into the data provided
through the Medical database of the HGP, converting ones and zeros into
sequences of organic proteins and acids. Meanwhile, the computer also cranked
out the translation of the secondary program into the specified format.
Next, the data was dumped through a high-speed connection to a 'compiler'
computer - at the NSA - where it was sequenced behind a string of instruction
codes taken from the AM/FM Tuner Card's manufacturer's database.
Then it was sent along the line to Morty's computer.
The hacker had just begun to register the lag in receiving his mail when the
Tuner card began to transmit.
It, of course, wasn't strong enough of a signal - even what it was managing to
push through would burn out the card in a matter of minutes.
But that didn't matter. Because the final steps of the plan went into action as
the two radio and four Cellular microwave transmitters closest to Morty's house
began to transmit a huge volume of data in a strange format. To listeners and
callers, it was if the transmitters had gone off the air - their equipment
wasn't equipped to deal with the frequencies involved. For them, it was
harmless.
But the 'noise' interfaced with the Tuner Card's carrier wave - and megawatts of
energy slammed into Morty's body with the data encoded into it's waveform.
*****
Morty was just beginning to wonder what was taking so long - when his body began
to feel warm.
Though he didn't know it, radiation was smashing through every cell in his body,
mutating his DNA - but in a very specific, controlled way.
"What the..." Morty exclaimed - as his body, still feverish, began to tingle.
Suddenly, an intense 'crushing' sensation ran through his feet. Morty screamed
as his feet shrunk to a much smaller, daintier size. He repeated the painful
scream as his spine suddenly compressed, making him a few inches shorter but
leaving his legs the same length.
His scream began to rise in pitch and volume as his jeans began to tighten
around his hips. Morty's hands - which were becoming slimmer - flew to his head
and fluttered in disbelief across his scalp as his hair began to rapidly grow
longer - and straighter - at the back, rapidly lightening in hue.
"Please, stop...." Morty begged, his voice cracking as it rose in pitch yet
became more resonant. He tried to rise from the chair - but his muscles,
writhing and shaking, were out of his control. His skin was becoming smoother...
...and more feminine.
Even as that realization sank in, Morty's hands flew to his chest as he felt the
fabric beginning to tighten as two small, firm domes began to rise from his
chest. As Morty screamed out in a female's voice, the tits began to swell,
gaining mass and heft. As the firm breasts swelled, his t-shirt began to groan
under the pressure, quickly taking up the slack material and proceeding past
that, the fabric straining over the swelling mounds of tit-flesh. Morty tried to
pull it off to release the pressure, but the breasts were growing even faster,
and he shifted his weight against the extra mass of her chest as his breasts
continued to grow, straining the shirt further outwards under the pressure of a
pair of swelling breasts, remarkably firm with dark, large nipples at their
apex.
To far. With a load 'snap', the shirt burst apart, revealing Morty's massive new
endowments in all their glory. At the same instant, his jeans and underwear also
burst asunder, revealing a thinning waist and slender, well-muscled hips above
sexy, feminine legs.
And between his now feminine thighs, his cock was becoming erect - yet that
itself didn't account for the extra size as it swelled larger and thicker, his
scrotum growing even faster. Almost as fast as the tits on his - her - chest.
Morty screamed again as the changes finally came to a stop. Her massive new
cock, incredibly thick and long, now stretched, erect, from her crotch to her
chin, nestled between beach-ball sized breasts. Aside from the enormous cock,
Morty looked like a surgically inflated stripper, a blonde, big-titted goddess
who just happened to have the most enormous cock in the world.
Then, an instant before the Tuner Card blew apart, the last of the transmission
came through. But this one didn't go into Morty's transformed body - using the
EEG wave information, if fed directly into Morty's brain.
As her computer began to sizzle and smolder, Morty helplessly found herself
pressing her massive new tits around her massive new cock. She helplessly began
bucking her wide new hips, causing the massive dick to slide up and down in the
valley-like cleavage of her gigantic endowments.
"Nooo-umph!" Morty tried to scream her defiance - but was cut short as she
helplessly bent her swan-like neck, and engulfed the massive head of her cock
with her full, soft lips.
Helplessly, she sat in the chair, hips bucking as her cock pumped in and out of
her cleavage and her mouth sucked and licked the massive end...
*****
'So - what did you want all that information for, anyway?' Steve asked
Gunslinger that evening on ICQ.
'Oh - just wanted to find the guy who sent me the virus, and send him an e-
mail.' Gunslinger typed back.
There was a short pause, and then more words came to life on the screen. 'Just
an e-mail? What did you say?'
With a small grin, Gunslinger sent back his answer.
'I told him to go fuck himself.'
The end
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