Online Visibility

a short story by Dan Standing

She rocked back and forth as the warm pleasure washed across her body. Her thighs quivered and she could not help but let out a silent gasp. A goofy smile crossed her lips as she slid one hand between her thighs, a single finger slipping between the folds of her flower and dragging across the tight bundle of nerves aching for her attention. Such a caress, in combination with the hand gripping her breast and tightly pinching the aching nipple, brought on the relief of orgasm. Her left foot dragged across her right leg as her body tensed.

She rocked back and forth as the warm pleasure washed across her body. Her thighs quivered and she could not help but let out a silent gasp. A goofy smile crossed her lips as she slid one hand between her thighs, a single finger slipping between the folds of her flower and dragging across the tight bundle of nerves aching for her attention. Such a caress, in combination with the hand gripping her breast and tightly pinching the aching nipple, brought on the relief of orgasm. Her left foot dragged across her right leg as her body tensed.

She rocked back and forth as the warm pleasure washed across her body. Her thighs quivered and she could not help but let out a silent gasp. A goofy smile crossed her lips as she slid one hand between her thighs, a single finger slipping between the folds of her flower and dragging across the tight bundle of nerves aching for her attention. Such a caress, in combination with the hand gripping her breast and tightly pinching the aching nipple, brought on the relief of orgasm. Her left foot dragged across her right leg as her body tensed.

Regina watched the computer monitor in horror. Only moments earlier she and Anna had been their usual gossipy selves. It was late, and they were dressed in comfy shorts and shirts. Of particular interest to their conversation that evening was the busty blond on the floor above them, who it had been discovered was paying her college tuition by working as a nude webchat girl. Regina and Anna had already decided they didn’t like her if only because the blond’s curves were much more pronounced then their own – Regina was a brunette about twenty pounds too heavy for her height, and Anna was a slim blond whose body shape was best described as “ruler.” This bit of naughty knowledge was just the icing on the cake of their dislike for the other girl.

The gossiping coed’s evening diatribe on their dorm-mates had taken an unusual detour when Anne pulled a strange device from her purse. She claimed she’d found it on the back of a toilet in the chem lab basement. It was strange plastic box, hinged like a clam shell. It had printed across the top “Karmatron.”

It didn’t take them long to figure out that it was meant to help air out grievances. The topic of the conversation had swung from the webchat girl – who really irritated Anna – to a cheerleader that Regina suspected was cushioning her grade by seducing one of her professors.

Anna was first to go. Speaking aloud as she typed she entered, “The blond upstairs can’t stop cumming over and over again online all day.”

Regina laughed at this, taking the Karmatron and making a new entry for the object of her scorn, the cheerleader. Both girls were having a good laugh until Regina commanded the Karmatron to Manifest their instructions, and the screen popped up with, “Target punishments more severe than perceived crimes. Target/User reversal commencing.”

Regina didn’t know what to make of the comment until Anna let out a moan. Placing down the strange device as she looked up at her friend, the brunette could see Anna’s skin blush. The other  girl felt the warmth push across her body. It was the unmistakable flush of arousal. She didn’t have time to wonder why suddenly she felt like she was in the middle of make-out session, as she was distracted by a change in her clothes. Regina watched in shock as the very fabric of Anna’s outfit transformed into small green 1s and 0s, which were dropping to the bed and vanishing through the quilt.

As if things weren’t moving quickly enough, suddenly Anna was completely nude in a burst of binary. Green bits of energy fell out of site as Regina let out a little yelp at what was happening. Anna was too wrapped up in the pleasure building up in her body to care what was happening to her clothes. If anything the sudden brush of air across the skin of her lean body and the caress of the quilt’s fabric against her bared bush pushed her mind further into the haze of pending orgasm. Her hands were immediately to her petite breasts. Barely palmfuls, Anna was so oblivious to the fact that Regina was still present that she showed no reservation in running her palms over both nipples. Her smoothly shaved legs were sliding back and forth and squeezing together as she slowly built up the heat in her loins.

Regina continued to watch in horror as she realized Anna was slowly stretching backwards – her body warping like she was made of silly putty. It looked as if someone had pinched her back and pulled. Anna felt only an unusual tug on her skin, as she slowly began to stretch and compact. The tightest point of her pulled flesh sudden transformed into more 1s and 0s, and the numerals washed forward and covered her entire form. On the desk behind her Anna’s computer flickered on. The digital data she’d become struck the computer’s screen and began to siphon quickly inside. Regina could do nothing more than throw her hands to her face as her friend was vacuumed up inside the monitor.

Jumping from the bed in panic, the remaining brunette-haired girl threw herself into the desk chair and stared at the screen. An internet browser had opened, and an animated GIF was on the screen.

It was Anna.

From within the computer the digitized dirty blonde didn’t even realize what had happened. She was rocking back and forth on a computer generated mattress. Regina watched her friend’s thighs quiver, and Anna’s face formed a gasp. A smile appeared on the trapped woman’s face, and she slid one hand from her breast to between her thighs. Regina couldn’t look away as she watched Anna masturbate to completion, her body and legs squirming at the sensation.

Then the actions repeated. And Anna had no perception of her repeating situation.

Regina watched the looped animation that her friend had become once more before leaning back in the chair. She could feel a strange sensation wash over her body, and looking to the bed she could see that the terrible Karmatron has vanished. There was nothing she could do to change the fate she’d brought on herself; “The cheerleader in my class will become the big breasted bimbo I know she really is.”

First to change were her breasts. Thanks to her weight they weren’t small, but they weren’t especially perky. That quickly changed. Regina was wearing a bra under her t-shirt, and she could feel under all the fabric that the skin of her bosom was drawing taught. It was like a faucet of warm molasses had been opened inside each fleshy globe, and it was clear that Regina was gaining a substance of mass that better displayed the depth of her boobs. Soft flesh was pressing hard against Regina’s bra, and a little voice inside her head spoke up, “If you’re getting better boobies, wouldn’t it be better to show them off?”

No voice of reason spoke up to deter this claim, and Regina was quickly pulling off her upper layers. She realized that much of the mass now filling her impossibly pert tits had come from her waist; she was becoming visibly thinner.

A large amount of black space surrounded the still-repeating Anna on the monitor, and the reflection let Regina catch sight of her hair fading to a brilliant platinum blond. Although her breasts had ceased their expansion once they reached the size of bowling balls, Regina could feel she was still thinning. It was clear that her large ass wasn’t changing much in size, but her skin was pulling taught and smoothing while her legs from the thighs down toned. She could tell she had the typical “bubble butt” pressed between her and the chair.

Under her panties there was an itch as the dark muff of hair retracted into the skin, leaving her progressively dampening pussy completely bare. Her mons were beginning to puff up from arousal, and the damp panties were distractingly sticky against them.

“You look so pretty down there now, why cover up that lovely twat?” the voice in her head spoke up again, and this time Regina answered out loud, “Hehehe! You’re right!”

The giggle caused her ridiculous breasts to jiggle, and their thumb-sized nipples waved in little circles on the end. Pushing herself up onto her toes – the only part of her foot Regina could now place on the floor as her tendons tightened up – she slid the soaked and irritating coverings off her body.

Regina had never excelled in class, and now she never would. Her hair would be the only part of her that would be called “brilliant” from here forward. It wasn’t that she’d actually been made stupid, but her body had redesigned specifically to keep her mind distracted and overwhelmed with sexual input – concentration in any other field was now practically impossible. The woman that sat in Anna’s chair was a perfect hourglass, easily aroused from any attention, and permanently hairless where it mattered – to her, at least.

“Ooo…if I email Anna to the boys maybe they’ll like me and want to fuck…” Regina smiled, the fire betwixt her legs so intense she couldn’t even be bothered to maintain an inner monologue. She opened a new tab in the browser next to Anna, filled in as many names as she could recall from the boy’s dorm, and found her friend’s file on the desktop. Soon Anna was orgasming within the inbox of many male classmates.

Regina’s left hand was pushing further and further into her gushing slit as she continued to browse online. She really didn’t want to wait for someone to email back and come to her. She wanted to know people were watching her new hot body right now. Noting the webcam atop Anna’s monitor, Regina signed into the university’s social network and messaged the blond living upstairs.

“Hey – what’s the name of that site you’re on? And do you get referral points?”

FIN