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The Test
By Mr. 20 Inch Biceps
I sat horrified as I looked in the vanity mirror. I mean, I knew the
program had to be tested; but the reality was something else! It felt so
amazingly real in here. I brought one of my hands up and squeezed a
breast. I moaned with pleasure. The virtual reality sensors seemed to be
working just fine! I let go of my breast and looked at my reflection in
the mirror. I was looking at one hot woman! She was surely super model
material! She had long black hair that tickled my naked back. Her bright
blue eyes gazed back at me from the mirror. I smiled. She smiled. We were
in sync. Her body was my body. I took a deep breath and watched as her
breasts rose in response. I had tits! I was getting turned on by her tits
- that were now my tits!
Her face, now mine, was one of great beauty; high cheek bones, a feminine
nose that elegantly divided my face. Underneath my nose was a full and
sensuous mouth. I wet my lips and smiled. Jesus! I had a fuck me smile! 'I
better be careful with that!' I thought to myself. My eyes found my
breasts again and I cupped them gently with my hands. They were firm, and
luscious! However they could be a little bit bigger. I concentrated a
moment and I watched with amusement as my breasts grew in my hands. I let
them grow until I possessed a nice handful. Their growth suddenly stopped
and I let go of them. I giggled as I watched them bounce and jiggle. 'The
weight on my chest was most certainly a new sensation' I thought. Indeed,
they must be at least two cups sizes larger than the first pair.
I stood up and stepped back from the mirror. I had a voluptuous figure
encased in creamy white milky skin. My aureoles were a dark and inviting
red with large nipples. My dark bush hair covered the entrance to my new
reproductive equipment. I concentrated once more and the hair vanished.
Better! Much better. I took my index finger and inserted it into my slit.
Incredible! I knew I still possessed a penis down there; but right now it
sure didn't feel like it! I dug deeper and found my clitoris. My body
shuddered suddenly and I nearly collapsed to the floor. It was apparently
true! There was no preparing for a man's first female orgasm. I smiled.
'We'll see about that!' I declared. I'd yet to have my first female
orgasm.
I wrote the stimulus response for the male body; but my better half of the
design team, Rhonda, wrote the female stimulus response for the virtual
reality program I was now testing. I looked about the virtual boudoir that
I found myself in. The program writers had thought of every detail. Since
it was all virtual, no 'expense' had been spared. To actually furnish a
room like the one I was examining would have cost thousands. The bed was
king size, with mirrors on the ceiling above it. The bedding was feminine
of course, and full of silks and lace. My mouth fell open when caught
sight of all the pillows on the bed. I took a few steps to the bedside
table and pulled open a drawer. I gasped. I found several dildos and a
vibrator. However, I did not see any condoms; but then again they weren't
necessary in virtual reality.
I closed the drawer and looked at the other areas of the room. Across the
room was an armoire. On the walls were various paintings framed in heavy
gilded gold frames from the classical era; large voluptuous women in
varying degrees of undress with the occasional naked male; although you
never saw his penis. The walls were cover in a bicolor deep red rose
pattern. The wood work was a dark brown. There was no door.
The fact that there wasn't a door I found intriguing; yet at the same time
somewhat disturbing. I knew to exit all I had to do was say the key phrase
I entered into the computer when I entered. The absence of a door I
decided was on purpose. It gave one the feel that no one else could enter.
Well, that wasn't exactly true. Only one other person could enter. Each
virtual reality machine was designed for at least one person. Programs
such as the one I was currently working on were designed for two. There
were multiple person programs; such as outdoor adventures, cruise ship
experiences, and sports programs. But our main bread and butter programs
were the virtual sex encounters. The company I work for is the leader in
the virtual sex world industry.
I walked over to the armoire and opened it up. My eyes got big as I
realized they truly had thought of everything. Of course if I had
discovered that they hadn't, all I had to do was think of it and the
program would provide it. In the armoire were whips, chains, various
leather outfits, silk teddies, spike high heels, and much more. I pulled a
teddy off a hanger and held it up to my chest. The silk felt wonderful
against my soft skin.
"You really should try it on, Stan. You'd look beautiful in it."
I whirled around and looked in the direction that the male voice had come.
He was standing on the other side of the bed from me. The man was
extremely handsome; just as I had designed him to be. He had straight
black hair cut short on the sides and back; in the front it was longer and
it fell down over his forehead in a mess of spikes that shined in the
omnipresent light of the boudoir. He possessed the chiseled features I
wished I had been born with; high cheekbones, a strong square jaw line, a
square chin that anchored his features below a full and sensual mouth. I
smiled, and wondered if I didn't have some kind of hidden wish to be a
young 'Antonio Banderas'. The man I had designed certainly reminded me of
him.
I looked at the man standing naked across the room from me. I wondered who
it was that had animated my creation. The man looked at me waiting for
some kind of answer to his suggestion. I hung the teddy back on the rack
and closed the armoire doors.
"Who are you?" I asked as I turned around.
The man smiled slightly. "It's me, Rhonda," he said. "I see you had the
same idea that I did," he added, as he looked at my naked body.
I suddenly got embarrassed and just a little bit excited as I looked at
his naked form. I wasn't a gay man, but there was something about wearing
a virtual body that seemed to free one from inhibitions. I suppose you
could say that is what they were designed for. In the medical and
psychiatric fields virtual reality was used as a means of therapy with
great success. I looked at Rhonda's midsection. It was operating as
designed.
"I guess so," I said, as I looked about the room. "What do you think of
our creation, Rhonda?"
"Right now I'm not interested in the decor," he stated bluntly as he took
a few steps towards me.
I jumped inside my new skin.
"Oh, don't be such a prude!" he remarked. "I'll be gentle."
The lascivious grin on his face told me more than I wanted to know.
Apparently Rhonda was ready to go; just like any real man. I took a deep
breath and looked at his engorged organ. Did I really make it that damn
big? It had to be at least eight inches erect! My eyes shot up to his
face; he too, had been looking at his tool.
"I notice you've made your breasts larger than I made them," he remarked
as his eyes stared at my chest.
Apparently he liked what he saw. I shrugged. "I was just experimenting
with the program," I explained.
"Yeah, right," he said sarcastically. "And you just happened to prefer a
shaved pussy?"
I turned a beet red. I watched as Rhonda closed his eyes and his penis
lengthened at least two more inches and its girth increased. Rhonda opened
his eyes and looked down.
"Now that's more like it!" he shouted as he jerked his pelvis forward and
put a hand to it.
I blanched. The thing was enormous!
"Rhonda," I said, "you look ridiculous! That thing is way too big for that
body."
He looked up at me and casually added, "That can be corrected."
My breath caught in my throat as I watched transfixed. The man I had spent
many painstaking hours on a computer creating slowly morphed. He grew
taller by a couple of inches. He now had to be at least six four. His
shoulders broadened some and his overall musculature increased
dramatically. Gone was 'Antonio Banderas!' The man that stood before me
now was a darkly handsome gladiator. Rhonda looked at his body with a self
satisfied look on his handsome features.
"Are we a matching set, now?" he asked me in a voice that was considerably
deeper than before. He flexed an arm and his biceps bulged. I was
impressed!
When I had begun to write the male component of this program I considered
making him along the lines that Rhonda now represented. But in the end I
had decided that the program was adaptable; and Rhonda had just proven my
point. So, I had gone with 'Antonio' as a default program. I tore my eyes
away from his bulging arm muscles and caught a look of intense lust on his
face as he looked at me. I felt my body react. I started to shake inside
as I grew moist between my legs. My nipples began to grow erect. 'My god!
I want him!' I thought to myself. I took the last few steps that there was
between us and looked up at him. He towered over me as he held his arm up.
"If you can stop looking at yourself for a moment I'd like to..."
I couldn't say it. I couldn't say I wanted him to screw my brains out. I
couldn't admit to a woman, (well maybe it really was because she was now a
rather large man); that I wanted him to fuck me blind. Rhonda suddenly
realized what my words meant and he dropped his massive arm down to his
side.
"Really?" he asked, surprised.
I could see the excitement in his eyes as he looked down at me.
"Really." I admitted finally. "But that scares the hell out of me!" I
said, as I pointed at his stiff member. Rhonda blushed. I guess not all
things female had been temporarily suppressed by the machine.
He grimaced. "I can fix that," he offered with a knowing smile.
I nodded. "But leave the rest,. I kind of like it." I said with a smile as
my fore finger traced a path through his massive pectorals.
Rhonda's face lit up. "You do?" he exclaimed.
"I said I did," I remarked as my fore finger left his chest and quickly
lifted his chin. I turned from him and threw myself onto the bed.
"I don't see it changing," I remarked as I looked at his oversized,
engorged, and reddish purple blade of steel.
"Give me a sec, woman!" he shouted as he closed his eyes and concentrated.
"That's better!" I said, as I watched it return to its previous size of
eight or so inches.
Rhonda looked down at his midsection.
"You're sure?" he asked.
I nodded. "I'm sure."
"I said I would be gentle. And I meant it," he said as he approached me on
the bed.
The man towered over me as he slowly bent down and crawled onto the bed
beside me. I was stunned by his added weight on the bed. I had no idea how
much he weighed; but I was beginning to drip between my legs. I wanted
him! Me, Stan the man! Wanted him! Rhonda closed in and kissed me on the
lips. His breath was hot, excited, and his gigantic chest rose and fell. I
knew he wanted me, too! I tried to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders
as he kissed me and failed. They were simply too wide. He continued to
kiss my lips as my hands found his heavy set chest. I'd never been what
one might consider a muscular man; in fact I'm a geek. I marveled at the
hardness of his chest as I ran my female hands over it. I pinched a nipple
and he moaned.
"You wait, sweetheart!" he said. "You've never been a woman before, have
you?" I heard his deep baritone whisper to me.
"No, I could never bring myself to do it; until now," I said.
"Until now..." he said, as he worked his mouth down my neck and chest. His
mouth found my breasts and my nipples hardened more.
My hands found his back and I ran them all over. It was an expanse of
flesh full of muscle that never seemed to end.
"Ahh" I squealed, as Rhonda's open mouth sucked on one of my nipples. I
moaned as he nipped it with his teeth. 'I've been a fool!' I said to
myself, as I realized I hadn't even had an orgasm yet. Rhonda continued
his ministrations to my breasts. I was in heaven. Sex as a man was nothing
like this! Rhonda worked his way down my abdomen planting wet kisses along
the way. My eyes went wide when I realized what he was doing. His finger
found my clitoris and he massaged it. I screamed with abandon. Rhonda
laughed as he moved his index finger about in my box of pleasure. I looked
at the ceiling as he brought me to climax for the first time.
I moaned in the throws of my first female orgasm. But my eyes shot open
when I sensed his tongue flicking my labia. I think that's when I went
insane for a moment as Rhonda continued to play my vagina like a violin
with his tongue. I shuddered and I screamed again. Two! Two earthshaking
orgasms and counting. He mounted me and began to kiss my face
passionately.
My hands found their way to his groin. I fondled his erect penis
playfully. I felt it harden more in my tiny hand. Somehow, I no longer
cared if he was too big for me; I just wanted it in me! I spread my legs
apart and he lowered himself down as I guided his tool inside of my
vagina. 'I have a vagina!' I thought to myself as I felt him slowly enter
me. It felt so strange to feel something enter my body! I moaned again as
he kissed my lips repeatedly.
"Fuck my brains out, big man!" I cried as he began to pump his dick
slowly.
I heard him chuckle as he increased his speed.
My hands grabbed his hard ass as he pumped me with his blade of love.
"Faster, harder!" I shouted, as I pushed his ass down with my hands.
"If you say so, honey! I always aim to please!"
Rhonda pumped harder, quicker, and deeper it seemed with each and every
thrust of his penis. I felt him begin to take longer and slower strokes
and it sent me skyward. I moaned, groaned, and scratched his broad
muscular back. He took a deep breath and began to pump faster once more. I
felt myself begin to climax and I began to moan in sync to his rhythmic
pumping. Faster and faster he thrust as my body pushed my pelvis up
towards his quite automatically. My breathing grew quicker as I felt my
vagina tighten around Rhonda's hard pulsating cock.
"Oh, God!" I shouted as my body orgasmed and I almost lost consciousness.
But Rhonda wasn't finished. He continued to pump and pump and squeeze my
breasts repeatedly. 'I really have been a fool!' I thought to myself. 'Sex
as a woman is fucking wonderful!' Rhonda's seemingly expert lovemaking was
leaving me breathless as my body writhed under his heavy body. My mind
went blank as the sensations my virtual body were sending me increased. My
hands went up to his face as I lifted my lips up to his and kissed him
madly. He seemed to be preoccupied with his body at the moment; I
understood fully. I knew it took a lot of concentration to perform like a
stud and not miss a beat, a thrust, or any other message my body was
sending him. I made a mental note: I must remember to ask Rhonda if he was
really a woman. At the moment he was all man! My hips thrust upwards and
my vagina contracted around his penis as he pounded his way deeper into my
nether region. I felt the head of his penis grow harder still. My
breathing grew frantic as I felt my borrowed female body begin to climax.
I screamed and threw my legs around his waist. I felt my body shudder as
he rocked me on the bed. I'd had three orgasms in less than ten minutes.
I'd never done that as a man; even as a teenager!
I smiled. Rhonda's organ showed no signs of slowing down. He kissed me
again on my breasts and suckled my nipples as I moaned and writhed under
him. 'What a wonderful place!' I said to myself. I knew then and there
that I would be returning one day soon. Rhonda's tongue licked my breasts
as he slowly pumped his penis up and down, deep and deeper, and then
nearly pulled it out. I slapped his back.
"Don't toy with me, Rhonda. Be a man! I know you want to!"
"Mmmm..." he moaned as his lips found mine once again.
"Come on," I said, "it's your turn!"
"I'm fine," he murmured as his dick pulsed in my vagina. My hands ran
along his back once again and I marveled at the immense dip that his body
formed where his lower back met his bubble butt. I found myself loving to
caress his bubbled butt as it rose and fell as he pumped his unit inside
me. My world grew smaller still as I got lost in the rhythm of his body.
We were as one rocking on the bed. I didn't want it to end - ever. I
sensed his body quicken its pace, and his body stiffen. He gasped as his
penis pulsed and he ejaculated several times. I felt his ejaculate explode
inside of me again and again and again. He collapsed exhausted on top of
me breathing heavily. I put my hands on his back and held him.
I basked in the afterglow of several orgasms for what seemed like hours as
we laid there on the bed. As heavy as he was as he continued to lie on top
of me; I didn't want to be anywhere else.
"My man..." I said softly, as I felt his breathing subside. "My
gladiator..."
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