Lucifer’s Sandbox - part 3
SIX – My Personal Genius
Saturday.
I woke up with the door knocking, and it was Beatrice.
“Hi, Beatrice” she was thin, not too thin, still a little fat, but I could see that her face got somehow prettier already. Her clothes were way too baggy.
“Hi, I’ve bring some cake that my mother made” and she handles me the box with it.
“Nice. You look well, you really lost some weight. You look healthier”
“I don’t know how, I went to a doctor, it felt like I lost it all in a day.”
“Maybe you didn’t realize it until that day.”
“My mother thought I’ve became bulimic. I would never do that! Ever!” I opened the cake and half of it was already eaten. “Did you saw Lucille these days?” Beatrice enquired me.
“Hmm… why?”
“Her voice over the phone seemed different, she said something about to hold herself… do you know what could it mean?”
“I guess… not. Look Bea, I had a problem this week with my computer and I couldn’t review the programming like I promised, could you… have a look on it? I’m kind of lost.”
“You know it better than me…” and she sat on my computer opening the CAD interface. If I was right, instead of some days looking up into the motion design, she could cut it into some hours if she eats right. I asked her:
“Want some milk? To eat with the cake?”
“I already ate too much.”
“C’mon, it’s delicious, and you need some sugar to burn now. The brain consumes too much energy, you know?” I gave her a large piece of cake, if her knowledge grows exponentially like I wrote, at the end of cake she’ll soon reach the full comprehension of engineering CAD that only its developers have.
“Okay, but just a piece…” she took the plate and looked over the screen “you took the wrong integral here”
“Really?” in my mind I was screaming: “fuck! It worked!”
“Yes, the double integration is reduced to one integration by interchanging the order of integration, you should have seen that!” She said eating the cake condemning my math capabilities.
“Yes, I guess you’re right. I think I missed it.” What the hell she was talking about?
“You also took the wrong angular position here, all those vectors here are wrong, and why you used orthogonal coordinates instead of spherical? You are so bidimensional… let me do it right.”
I watched her eating the rest of the cake rewriting everything I’ve done in the last two weeks. I could see that the two pounds of cake were going to her breasts. I was sure that her shirt wasn’t that stretched over there. She was fat, but much more over her waist and ass than her breasts.
Beatrice ran the simulation and now it performed smoothly, how much time she spent? Twenty minutes? It was like the difference between us was a master chess player and a rookie. And it was just a cake. I served ice cream, coke, and everything in little fridge that had calories. By the next hour she did our entire CAD project.
When Beatrice finally got up I saw that she got a little bit taller. I wish I could see her body under her clothes. And she said to me “I didn’t imagine that it was so easy, the interface is kind of lacking, but, the hell, it worked.”
“Lucky me to have you in my group, we should unite forces, don’t you think?”
“Strange, I still feel hungry”
“I… we could go out and eat something, do you like Mexican?”
“I love it.” We went to Pepe’s, Beatrice’s favorite restaurant. The waiter called by her name, and led us to her usual table. He was sure that she entered some clinic or got some medical intervention. While we ordered and arranged more projects to work together, Richard, entered the restaurant with his girlfriend who was too pretty for her own good:
“Hey, Mindy, look who’s here, Sumo Girl and Saguis the Haguis. I always knew they were made for each other.” He was such a douche; he behaved like we still were in high school. Rich bastard. His father was a huge patron of the university, and he owned most parties of the college that I never went.
“Hey Mindy, how can you date such an asshole?” I said in return.
“Because he’s hot, Johnny-boy” she said cupping his arms. I was sure that he took some juice to get build like this. They walk off laughing at us like they were big shit. Fuck, they just messed with the wrong guy. Enough is enough. I took off my smartphone and wrote:
‘Mindy will absorb all Richard’s muscles and height until he becomes strong as an eleven years girl.’
And sent it to Lucifer’s. They sat some tables away in front of me, so Beatrice couldn’t see what was happening to them. While we waited our order, I saw Mindy’s back expand over the chair; they were looking in the menus unaware of the changes happening quickly. I saw his head becoming below hers and his arms losing his muscles while hers filled her shirt. She was something like 5’6 and now I was sure she was tall as he has been, and she kept growing more muscular. Richard seemed now a kid that had burrowed his father clothes. He deserved this? Sure. He was a pain in my ass since five years old. And she? She was a cheerleader, now she will become a super-cheerleader. Let’s see if she likes it or not.
Then they both speechless looked at each other up and down and said in unison:
“You’ve grown!”
“You’ve shrunk!”
Mindy stood up and took Richard by his elbows surprised. She was like 6’5 and built like a super charged fitness girl and he was smaller than my little sister. Sweet. I kissed my smartphone. I was drunk with it its folder’s powers. I just listened to her holding him in disgust:
“You… OMG! You… look terrible! What happened to you?!”
“What happened to YOU?!” Richard had an annoying little voice now. In disgust, she just dropped him to the floor and passed her hands over her clothes with fear of infection from him. Mindy saw everyone at the restaurant looking up at her “What you looking AT?!” she barked at all of us who obeyed her shout looking away. She looked down at herself, her shirt was revealing her solid abs and almost part of her breasts that was already too big, her sandals had splat as she grew another inch and Richard was finally small as a little girl. She just strode out leaving him on the floor as her transparent stretched black leggings were showing signs that will not hold too much longer.
Richard stood and ran after her holding his pants and underwear. Beatrice looked at me with a surprised look “really weird things are happening this week!”
I agreed with her as our food arrived. Maybe I took too hard on Richard. I could hardly eat my nachos after the cake, and Beatrice drowned on it and asked for more. God, she could eat. She somehow knew that she could eat and eat and not getting more fatter now. It was like an alcoholic getting free to drink after months clean.
SEVEN – The Fire Unburned of Lucille
Beatrice was finally getting up to her brightness in terms of prettiness. We talk about what happened at the restaurant as we arrived her frat “thank you, John, that was a very good time…” and she looked at me asking for a kiss. Should I? I was nailing her best friend and her best friend was stronger than me and her by a very, very large margin.
“I… yes, very good time.”
She saw that I wasn’t going to kiss her and left with a kiss over my cheeks. She surely get some confidence. She just needed better clothes and guys will soon fall on her lap like bees after honey.
I called Lucille and she didn’t answer my calls. She was avoiding me since our last meeting. I had to see what was happening to her. I knocked her door “Lucille? Are you there?”
“Go away, John” she answered.
“No way. Open the door, Lucille” After some moments I heard her unlocking the door. All I could see was a shirt fighting to keep its place around pecs and breasts of the size of my head. “Oh, shit, Lucille. Are you bigger?”
“No! I’m the same size! I don’t know for how much longer!” She was right, she didn’t grow, but looking at so much flesh mindboggles me at every single glance.
“We were you? You didn’t left the dorm all this time?” I said entering her dorm.
“How can I?!” She slammed the door making all her wall posters to fall “What people will say when they see me like this?! Look at me…” She flexed a leg for me “everyone will look at me like a freak!”
To me she was a goddess, but for most people they will say that she’s a freak. She had muscles strong as their whole bodies; she could never hide the sheer size of her quads and calves or find normal clothes to wear. The world wasn’t ready for her. It made my mind. I needed to change the whole planet for Lucille be strong as she wanted to be.
She came closer embracing me “I’m sorry for treating you like I did, it was not your fault. But w hat should I do? I…” she was caressing my neck, her heat radiated over me like a Sun. I tried to hold her with my hands failing to meet each other around her huge hard body. “You are so little now… just some days ago I had to crane my head just talking with you…” I could feel her nipples arming again. All this time she must tried to stop herself from having any sexual thought “I missed you...” I could feel her solid long leg against my crouch, just her contact with me was enough to make me hard, to tell the truth, just looking at her was enough.
I thought that she would be unwilling, but he lifted me and invaded my mouth with her tongue; that was the first gust of wind before the tornado. Lucille walked with me in her arms to her bed and positioned over me “you… like them, don’t you?” and staring over me, she flexing her wings bursting her shirt.
“Oh, shit” I gasped.
“I wished guys would be like you… it feels so good to be this strong…” Lucille double flexed her arms and I touched its hardness. Then, like she was on autopilot, tore my pants away and locked me between her legs, I was surrounded by flesh all around unable to move as she took my wrists. She moaned loudly as my cock entered her tight, wet and ready vaginal muscles that suck me like a mouth and thrust.
With her eyes closed lost in a sea of pleasure she put my hands over her large breasts using me to massage them roughly. My hands were getting purple from her pressure. She was building her orgasm in waves that could destroy the bed we were. “No! I must stop! I must stop!” she said as her body made the opposite, humping one me. “I can’t grow so much….ahhh… I need to stop growing!”
“Concentrate, Lucille, you can stop the growth, just concentrate on it!”
“I can’t, it feels so good… so good…” she made a ‘o’ and she started to grow once again.
“You can stop growing, Lucille, is just your wishful thinking!” She was grinding her teeth as her orgasms possessed her body. Her contractions went stronger and strong while she grew an inch all over. “Control yourself, you can do it!”
With a vociferous yelp she stopped and looked at herself and me as another orgasm took over without any growth “it worked! God, John! It worked! I can control it!” she hugged me and expelled the air from my lungs “I can control it!” and she gave little kisses all over my face saying “thank you! Thank you.”
After the fast sex we ordered two pizzas, which she ate almost everything “this body need a lot of food” she excused herself with her mouth full. Lucille was also having problems to deal with her new dimensions, creating little accidents all the time, sometimes bumping a glass over the table spilling water all over, cracking plastic bottles, banging her wide shoulders over her book shelves. Her dorm got too little for her as all her clothes. To me it was all wildly sexy, and she saw that it hit my jollies, pretending to be not aware that every casual flex she makes smacks out my senses. Didn’t know if she was playing my fantasies or hers.
We had another round of sex after the pizza. With her not getting so afraid of growing out of control anymore, she got a great deal more relaxed and the sex wasn’t so rough like before.
Until she got selfish, just pleasing herself.
It wasn’t like I wasn’t there, but she knew how to motivate me to do whatever she felt like or even forcing me. I went down on her at least three times and she didn’t blow me once. Instead she played with me, holding my release; her vaginal muscles were very, very dominant of my cock. Lucille just laughed every time I was aching for my discharge.
“Lucille, please… I need, I need to blow…” She had come four times and I none.
“Not yet… just a little more…” and she tightened my cock with her pussy torturing me and flexing the wondrous muscles of her on my face, rubbing her breasts with her pectoral control that she was learning to manage. It was playground to her, it was like a new toy after Christmas Eve. She released me from her pussy but then got a strong handhold of my cock, still not letting me come.
Then Lucille took me over her lap and played with my cock like it was hers breathing in my neck. With just some strokes, locking me with her heavy muscular arms around my chest, I flushed like an eternity with my cum showering over us. In my last spasms I collapsed exhausted and slept right away. I just had being all consumed by her and my batteries run off.
EIGHT – The World According to Me
I woke up in the middle of the night with Lucille arms and legs around me hugging me like a teddy bear. She must have showered me and herself, she had the scent of flowers and I wasn’t sticky like I should. I wished she had waked me up while she has done that.
Lucille was sleeping so peacefully, that I took the opportunity to explore her body once more. I uncovered her and in the dimmed light I could touch her curves lightly; touching her legs, her torso, adoring her like a living piece of art. The veins that appeared before had softened now. Her biceps bulged as her every other muscles, her legs reached outside of the bed while mine came nearly down to her calves. She was perfect. Lucille was all I dreamed of a girl.
I put on my clothes and wrote in a paper “Will be right back, J.”
I couldn’t walk right. . I seated at my car very uncomfortable. My balls hurt. Even my jaws hurt.
In my dorm, I was ready to make a world that would accept Lucille muscular as she wants; I opened Lucifer’s and created a new sacred text file:
‘From this moment on, all men shall be hardwired to muscles of women. The more muscular a woman is, more obsessed all men will become over her. The taller a woman is, more appealing and attractive she shall become to every men. The stronger a woman becomes, more respect and reverence, more worship and devotion they will receive from all men.’
By the male side, it seemed okay, but I need to formulate something for women keep their beauty, or the world will be populated by Hulks just going for muscle size…
‘The more a woman is adored by men more beautiful she will became. The more worship she receives, more her breasts will grow, more alluring her face will become, more sultry will be her voice to entrance them.’
Was I going too far? Nah…. It could be so worse. I was just changing the rules of game, rules that will be the same for everyone. What women will do when they perceived the world is not the same anymore? How they will react? Men are normally so obvious in this matter. They will be confused and even try to deny their feelings, but their women will? Girls wanting respect and devotion will cram up the gyms? They would do steroids? Get juiced? All of them? They will. It was better another way:
‘Women will be able to build muscles two times faster than men…”
Hmm… was better to rephrase to:
‘Women will be able to build muscles THREE times faster than men…”
Four? Five? Ok, five:
‘Women will be able to build muscles FIVE times faster than men, and at near of their natural limit, their height will develop to create a new natural limit’
Was it too complicated? Women build muscles, men will fall all over them, more beautiful they became, more muscles they want to have, then taller they get and the cycle repeats. I had to hope that Lucifer’s supernatural powers understood what I wanted. So far it got every word right.
If I pressed Save, the world as we knew it would never be the same. Female athletes would obliterate their male counterparts in every game. There would be no more rape for sure (at least on the male side) and at last women would never complain again to be the weaker sex. I don’t think that men would give a damn if they got to grab bigger breasts in the process.
This world would make everyone happier or crazier?
But then, Lucille will get a world to live in that she’ll be adored and respected. So I pressed Save.
After all, I could delete the file and bring the old world back anytime.
As I drove back to Lucille’s and many thoughts hunted me, like: A dumb girl should be respected because she has big muscles? Women would end to explore men… maybe even depriving them from free will? I didn’t want to think about it. As I said, it could be hell worst if I let all my wicked fantasies to turn reality. And if I were a decent guy, I would tell the authorities about something so devilish as a strange folder changing the whole reality.
I wasn’t a decent guy. To tell the truth I wanted to see everything getting on fire.
