The Grid
 
by D. Monster
 
 
Ellie was nineteen years old and a sophomore at an exclusive women’s college.  She’d been a dancer most of her life and was now majoring in fine arts with an emphasis on music and dance.  She’d been popular in high school and had had many boyfriends.
 
Which made it all the more astounding that she had fallen so deeply in love with Angela.
 
Angela was her roommate, a senior but still a year younger than Ellie.  As she told it, she’d arrived on campus as a shy, gawky 15-year old majoring in both electrical engineering and theoretical physics.  In the three years since, she had since blossomed and Ellie had fallen for her the moment that they had met, having been assigned to be roommates by a computer that, Angela admitted later, she had reprogrammed upon seeing Ellie’s photograph.  The attraction was mutual and they spent many a night enjoying each other’s company and exploring each other’s bodies.  They were a very attractive couple, Ellie’s willowy blondness contrasted startlingly by Angela’s exotic Japanese-Peruvian looks.
 
Oh yes, and Angela was a genius.
 
As it turns out, she didn’t take classes anymore, having finished all her requirements before she and Ellie had ever met.  All of her studies involved independent research and the faculty, interested in fostering her eccentric talents, were happy to let her find her own path.
 
And she always brought her inventions home to show Ellie.
 
One day, when Ellie came back from a dance class, Angela had shown her a small wooden cube.  By pressing a key on her computer keyboard, she was able to change its color from green to red.
 
The next day, she could make the cube shrink or grow slightly.
 
One week later, the cube could be changed from wood to brass.
 
The next week, it became stone.
 
One month later, the cube could be changed into a sphere.
 
Then, two months went by with no demonstrations, until….
 
                                                            *          *          *
 
Ellie came home from her dance class.  It had been a particularly rigorous workout and her leotard was soaked and stuck to her body.  When she got to the room, she found that Angela had pushed the beds together, which they normally didn’t do during the day, as it might invite speculation from the other girls on their floor who knew they were friends but not that they were lovers.
 
“Hey Angela!  What’s up?”
 
Angela appeared at the door to the bathroom, gloriously naked.  Her hair was up.
 
“Get your clothes off now.”
 
Ellie, feeling a jolt of excitement, did as she was told.
 
                                                            *          *          *
 
They lay in bed, exhausted from some of the most intense and gymnastic love-making that Ellie had ever experienced.  Ellie was running her finger up and down Angela’s thigh when Angela reached over and set a small object down on the bed.  It was the little wooden box.
 
“Well hello wooden box,” exclaimed Ellie happily.  “Long time, no see.”  She looked at Angela.  “What does it do now?”
 
“Here,” she said, handing Ellie something that looked like a PDA, but with a larger screen.  “Try it for yourself.”

Ellie touched the screen and it sprang to life, showing her a representation of the box on the screen.  “Ooooooh,” she cried.  “You gave it a user interface.”
 
“Yup,” said Angela, stretching.  “I want you to learn how to use it.”
 
Ellie was scrolling through menus, finding tools for image manipulation as well as a database of materials and forms.  Prominent in the corner of the screen was a large red button.  “What should I do first?” she asked.
 
“Try reducing the z-dimension on the image,” Angela replied.  “That ought to tell me what I need to know.”
 
Ellie did so, and the image on the screen flattened.  She then selected “save changes” and gave a startled cry as the box on the bed in front of her did the same.  Angela reached over and picked it up.  It was as flat as a piece of paper.  Ellie noted that she probably could have crumpled it up into a little wad if she wanted.
 
She surveyed the options available on the screen.  “So I can do any of these that I want?”
 
Angela nodded.  “But right now you need to restore the box.”
 
“How do I do that?”
 
“Push the red button.  Despite any changes that are made, an object’s fundamental form remains unchanged by the device.  That button restores the fundamental form.”
 
Ellie pushed the red button and both the box on the screen and the real one on the bed sprang back to their original forms.
 
“Go to the Grid menu and press Release,” said Angela.  Ellie did so, and the image on the screen disappeared while a tight grid of glowing lines appeared on the box in front of her.  On top of the box, woven into the grid, was a glowing crystal.  The glow faded and the grid resolved into a light wire mesh, which Angela began removing from the box.
 
“This is the other half of the device.  This crystal is the quantum twin of one in the device you hold in your hand.  There!”
 
She had managed to free the box.  After doing so, she worked her fingernails into a seam that Ellie hadn’t noticed before and the box popped open like a jewelry box.  A brightly colored butterfly fluttered out.
 
“Wonderful!”  Angela exclaimed.  Noting Ellie’s puzzled look, she continued, “I had to confirm what I suspected – that the process doesn’t harm living matter – before we moved onto the next stage.  This device requires considerable testing, and we should get started right away.”  She picked up the mesh.
 
And began putting it on.
 
“What are you doing?”  Ellie asked.
 
“We’re going to test the system.  Since the butterfly was okay, we might as well test it on the most complex system I know of….a human body.   And since I’m the inventor, it should be my body.  I want the first-person perspective.  That’s why I wanted you to know how to use the device.”
 
She’d pulled the mesh on over her legs and lower torso and was working her arms into it.  It fit snugly, but looked like she’d be able to fit into it.
 
“But what if something goes wrong?”
 
“Nothing can really go wrong.”  She had the mesh up over her head now and was straightening the lines of the grid.  The crystal was in the center of her forehead.  Ellie had to admit that the mesh catsuit look was really turning her on.
 
Angela was finished.  “And if anything weird should happen, just hit the red button and everything will reset.  Now go to the Grid menu and press “Engage.”
 
Ellie did so and watched as the mesh that Angela wore glowed brightly and then disappeared, leaving her as naked as she had been before.  On the screen in front of her, a fully detailed three-dimensional representation of her roommate and lover appeared.
 
Angela smiled.  “Now,” she said.  “Let’s play.”
 
Ellie tried a couple of controls and, closing her eyes and hoping for the best, pressed “save changes.”
 
Angela, who had begun to offer a suggestion, became suddenly quiet.
 
Ellie slowly opened her eyes and gasped at what she saw.   There, in front of her was her lover Angela, rendered in complete detail in silent glass. 
 
Sunlight passing through her transparent body left strange patterns of light on the walls of the room.  Ellie reached out and touched Angela’s breast.  It was smooth, hard, and cold.  She ran her fingers down her side, across her belly, and touched the fine glass filaments that her pubic hair had become.  One snapped off in her hand and Ellie jumped in surprise.  The sudden motion unbalanced Angela, who toppled over.
 
Ellie watched in horror as her glazed roommate fell, seemingly in slow-motion, onto the desk behind her.  There was a sickening crack, and Angela’s severed head rolled to Ellie’s feet.
 
Ellie fainted.
 
                                                *          *          *
 
When she came to, there was a pounding at the door.
 
“Ellie!  Angela!  Are you okay?”  It was their neighbor Jane.  Ellie looked quickly around the room.  The beds were pushed together, she was naked, and her roommate was presently made of broken glass.  Despite her fervent need to weep uncontrollably, she kept herself together enough to reply coolly.
 
“No.  Everything’s fine.  It was just a vase falling over.  Don’t worry about us.”
 
That seemed to satisfy Jane.
 
Ellie turned to examine Angela.  The break was fairly clean.  Only a few extra shards of glass could be identified in the carpet.  Should she try to reattach the head?  Was all lost?  Then she remembered what Angela had said.
 
…if anything weird should happen, just hit the red button…
 
“…and everything should reset.  God, I hope so.”  So she picked up the controller unit, noting the broken glass statue on the viewing screen, and pressed the red button.
 
“I suggest that you try to…”  Angela continued, but was interrupted when Ellie grabbed her and held her tight, sobbing all the time.
 
After Ellie had calmed down and told Angela the story, Angela seemed disturbed.  Disturbed, oddly enough, not by her decapitation, but rather by the fact that she hadn’t felt or experienced any of it.
 
“Are you okay for another test, Ellie?”  Ellie nodded, reassured now that the device was indeed as safe as Angela had assured her it was.  “Good.  I need you to adjust the scaling, if you would.”
 
Ellie did so, and noted that though the image on the screen remained the same, the zoom indicator began to increase.  When she pressed “save changes,” Angela disappeared with a pop.
 
“Wow!”  cried a tiny voice.  “Could you put me on the bed?”
 
Ellie peered over the edge of the bed, and there was Angela, still stark naked, but now no more than about a foot tall.  She picked Angela up and she wriggled contentedly in her hand.
 
“Feels good,” she said, grinning.  “Set me down next to the controller.”
 
Angela removed a panel from the side of the device and began tinkering with the controls.  “This is a lot easier right now than it normally is.  I wanted you to shrink me to test a hypothesis.  Since I’m conscious now, the problem must be in the inanimate subroutines.  There.  Now try it.”
 
Ellie touched a few controls and Angela’s skin tone changed.  She froze up and toppled over on the bed.  Ellie picked her up, feeling her weight.  Angela had been transformed into a small, bronze statue of herself.  She pressed the red button and Angela returned to life with an ecstatic scream.  Ellie nearly dropped her.
 
“Oh my god!” was all that Angela could say for several minutes.  Then she described the sensation of being turned to bronze and what it felt like to be handled by Ellie.  “…and I could see and sense everything!” she finished.
 
With that, she began tinkering again.  After several minutes, she looked up again.  “Watch the text window on the controller, please.”
 
Ellie looked at the window as Angela began to speak. “Testing, testing, one two three.”  And in the window, Ellie saw:
 
Testing testing 1 2 3
 
“Wow!  I can see what you’re saying,” cried Ellie.
 
And what I’m thinking?
 
     “Yes, but wait….how?” 
 
Angela was smiling.  “I’m linked up through – and am essentially a part of now – the quantum crystals.  With enough concentration, I can communicate through them.  Here, try this.”  She opened up a small panel on the controller and popped out what looked like a small wireless earplug.  Ellie took it and put it in her ear.
 
“How’s that?” Angela asked as a synthetic voice in her ear asked the same question.  “This should make the testing easier and more fun” continued the voice.
 
“Now let’s try some more.”
 
Ellie pressed a few controls and Angela again froze into a small bronze statue.  This time she did not topple over. 
 
“Nice,” said Angela in her ear. “You gave me a base.  Now you can display me on the mantle if you like.”
 
“Not just yet,” said Ellie, “we need to test this thing some more, like you said.  What should we try now?”
 
“Why don’t we try one of the presets.  Might be fun.”
 
Ellie checked through the database and found something she thought would be appropriate.  She tapped a few keys and pressed “save changes.”  Angela began laughing. 
 
Where Angela had been, there was now a small wooden cube, identical to the one that she had tested so many times before.
 
“Very nice, dear!”  Angela’s voice was sounding less synthetic and more like her own all the time.  “Why don’t you open me up?”
 
Her tone had been very provocative and Ellie felt herself moisten slightly.  She paused a moment, then pried Angela open.  She was empty inside.
 
There was a cry from Angela – she’d just had an orgasm.  Now Ellie was very wet.
 
“Wow!” said Angela when she’d recovered.  “So that’s what it feels like to be in two pieces.”
 
“It doesn’t hurt?”
 
“No.  Why should it?  I’m a simple wooden box.  This isn’t an illusion we’re sharing…and I haven’t been formed into something that looks like a wooden box.  All that I am is what you see in your hands:  about four ounces of pine, a little glue, and a little paint.  The sensations I’m feeling are what any wooden box imbued with human consciousness would feel. Oh, by the way, I’m curious about something.  Activate the MUTE toggle, wait five seconds, and then deactivate it.”
 
Ellie pushed the MUTE button and waited.  Angela said nothing.  While she waited, she put Angela’s lid back on.   Nothing from Angela.  Sensing what was up, she pressed the red button.
 
Angela appeared, whole and full-sized and still gloriously nude, in Ellie’s lap.  She was, however, as Ellie had suspected, silent and unmoving.  Then Ellie pushed the MUTE button again.
 
“Did you push it?” asked Angela.  Then, quickly seeing that she had been restored, realized that Ellie had indeed done so.  “That button restores the non-conscious state that I was in the first time you changed me.  Might as well turn what was a defect into a feature.  It’s actually somewhat freeing to spend a little time as a mindless inanimate object.”  She sat up on the bed and picked up the controller. 
 
“Now to test one more thing before I let you have free reign.”  She pressed a button.
 
And vanished with a pop.  The controller dropped to the surface of the bed.
 
Ellie picked up the controller.  The screen was blank.  “Angela?” she asked.
 
“I’m here,” said the voice in her ear.  “Or rather, I’m nowhere.”
 
“What?”
 
“I no longer exist.  Nothing physical of me exists in this universe.  Wow, I can’t believe I’m actually getting off on this.  Hit the MUTE button.”
 
“Are you sure?”
 
“Do it.”
 
And so Ellie did.  And Angela was silent, now completely gone from the world.
 
Ellie stood and set the controller on a desk.  She put on a robe and went into the bathroom.  After about ten minutes, she returned to controller, hitting both the red button and MUTE control simultaneously.  Angela reappeared in front of her, full and in the flesh.
 
“How long?”
 
“Ten minutes.”
 
Then Angela was upon her, tearing her robe off of her.  They fell upon the bed and made love with an intensity that neither had felt before, as though ten minutes of complete nonexistence had caused Angela to grab ahold of life with a ferocity unknown to her before.  And Ellie, knowing power over her lover that she now possessed, was stimulated more than she thought possible.
 
And then they slept.
 
*          *          *
 
When Ellie awoke, she was alone.
 
“Angie?”  she asked aloud.  She got up, pulled on a silk robe, and checked the bathroom.  It was empty.  “Angie?”
 
She thought she heard a faint noise.  She stood still, puzzled for a moment.  Then she remembered the earplug.
 
“Hiya!” crackled a familiar voice in her ear.  “We’re going to play a game.
I put the controller on a timer and then hid it.  And then it hid me.  I’m hidden in plain sight.  It’s not.  I’ll tell you where it is when you find me.”
 
Ellie smiled and looked around.  “Am I gonna get a hint?”
 
“I’d say you’re warm already.”
 
Ellie walked into the kitchen.  “Now?”
 
“Warm.”
 
Ellie wandered into the main room of the apartment.  “Now?”
 
“Still warm.”
 
This didn’t make sense.  Ellie paused to think.  Everywhere she went, she was just as close as….
 
Ah...that was it.
 
“Now?”  she asked, knowing where Angela was hiding.
 
“Warm.”
 
She put her hand to her belly, pressing the smooth silk of the robe against her skin.  “Now?”
 
“Warmer.”
 
She began to slide her hand downward along the silk.
 
“Hot.”
 
“Hotter.”
 
Her hand pressed the silk of the robe against her now-wet pussy.
 
“Scorching!”
 
She shrugged her robe – or rather, Angela – from her shoulders and held it in front of her.  She was amazed – Angela was indistinguishable from her regular robe.  She buried her face in it and took a deep breath.
 
“Incredible,” she said.  “I wouldn’t know you from my normal robe if you weren’t talking to me.”
 
“I am your normal robe.”
 
Ellie had thought that nothing could surprise her.  This did.  “What?”
 
“I programmed a merging function.  This morning I set the controller up with a timer and hid it.  Then I sat on the bed holding your robe.  When the timer went off, your robe absorbed me.”
 
“Wow.”
 
“Cool, huh?  Now let’s find the controller so we can eat breakfast.”
 
*          *          *
 
Angela sat down and poured herself a bowl of breakfast cereal.  Ellie was also seated, examining the controller.
 
“Ah, here’s the merge menu.  Lots of options, I see.”
 
“Yup,” mumbled Angela, her mouth full of cereal.  “I wanted to give it maximum flexibility.”
 
“Very nice.”
 
Angela looked into her bowl and then looked across at Ellie’s empty plate.  “Aren’t you having anything?”
 
Ellie looked up and smiled.
 
“Of course.”
 
Angela’s eyes widened for a moment and then she vanished.  The rings that she had put on before breakfast clunked noisily onto the table and her empty clothing puddled onto her chair.        Ellie reached across the table, grabbed Angela’s bowl of cereal, and sat it on her plate.
 
“And I expect you to be delicious.”
 
                                                *          *          *
 
Ellie walked home after a satisfying…no wait…VERY satisfying day of classes.  She discretely ran her hand across her bosom, feeling the bra underneath the blouse.  She marveled that that bra – the same comfortable bra that she’d worn to class many times before – currently held the dormant essence of her best friend and lover.
 
That morning, she’d eaten Angela alive.  Eaten her for breakfast, bit by little bit.  And when her cereal parts were gone, she’d drunk her milky remains.  For Angela, it had been a marathon of ecstasy.  She then chattered happily as Ellie dressed and went to class, describing the sensations of being digested.  Only when she had started to sound a little drunk had Ellie transformed her again, merging her with her skirt.   Angela had been fine, though both agreed that they’d have to do a little more investigation before coming to any conclusions about the safety of being digested.
 
First Angela had been her skirt.  Then her shoes.  Then her panties.  Then, just for kicks, she’d made her Jessica Harrison’s panties while Jess sat next to them in Calculus.  Angela had gotten a real kick out of that.  In fact, she’d gotten a real kick out of all of it, sometimes so much so that Ellie had to remove the earpiece to hear what her professors were saying.
 
Then, during a particularly dull lecture in English Literature, Ellie had gotten very brave.
 
She’d merged Angela with part of herself.
 
And it worked like a dream.  Except that she’d been a little too ambitious.
 
She’d made Angela her pussy.
 
Angela realized immediately what she had become and had an immediate orgasm.
 
Now had Ellie started with less sensitive body part, like a hand or her nose, she would have discovered that when Angela tried to move, the part that she had become would twitch.  And if Angela had had an orgasm, that part would have tingled very suddenly and very pleasantly.  If she had been Ellie’s nose, Ellie probably would’ve sneezed.
 
But she wasn’t Ellie’s nose.  She was Ellie’s pussy.   And her vagina, as it happened.  So when Angela had a screaming orgasm while Ellie sat in a particularly dull lecture on the Victorian novel….
 
So did Ellie.
 
To her credit, she thought fast and feigned a fainting spell.  Overcome by the heat, she had explained first to the class and then to nice lady at the campus health center.  And while the other students were none the wiser, the professor took to his grave the belief that one hot summer day, he’d finally made the Victorian novel interesting enough to make a young woman swoon.
 
*          *          *
 
“I want to try.”
 
This was the first thing that she said to Angela when she was once again human in the privacy of their apartment.
 
“Are you sure?” asked Angela, deactivating the controller and sliding the grid mesh off of her skin.
 
Ellie shrugged.  “Why should you get to have all of the fun?”
 
Angela grinned and soon Ellie was wearing the mesh suit and positioning the crystal in the center of her forehead.  Angela pushed a button and the grid disappeared.  Ellie giggled.
 
“That tickles,” she said.  She could feel herself getting wet merely from the anticipation of what Angela would do to her first.
 
As it turned out, that something was nothing.  Or rather, what Angela made her into was nothing.  Ellie disappeared with a pop, and Angela screwed the earpiece into her ear.
 
Ellie could feel nothing, see nothing,  smell nothing, hear nothing, taste nothing.  She realized that Angela had caused her to vanish.
 
Wow, she thought.  I don’t exist.
 
“There you are!” said a voice that seemed to echo through her void.
 
Angela, is that you?
 
“Of course it is, silly.  I decided that we’d start with something simple…something with minimal sensory input...”
 
You’re not kidding there, Ellie’s thoughts interrupted.
 
“…so that you can learn to communicate with me.”
 
Aren’t we communicating now?
 
“Yes, but you sound like a robot chewing on a box of auto parts.  You need practice.”
 
Well, there’s certainly nothing to do here…or…where am I, anyway?
 
“Nowhere.  You don’t exist right now.  Aside from your thoughts, that is, and those I can pause pretty easily.”
 
“Hey there, still with me?”
 
Huh?
 
“Hey, you’re sounding a lot better now!”
 
Did something just happen?
 
“Yeah, I turned your thoughts off.  You ceased to exist entirely for over twelve hours.”
 
“TWELVE HOURS!!”
 
Ellie’s shout thundered in her ears as a world of sensation came flooding back in on her.  Angela was standing in front of her, prim and pretty in a sun dress.  Ellie ran forward and hugged her.
 
Angela held up the controller.  “Mind if I experiment?”
 
Ellie grinned.  “Experiment away!”
 
Angela led Ellie into the kitchen and patted the table.  “Have a seat.”
 
Ellie hoisted herself up onto the table while Angela filled a glass with water.
 
“I’ve been thinking about when you ate me,” Angela said, pushing a button on the controller.  Ellie’s lithe form contracted until she had virtually disappeared.  “And I want to see if some of the adjustments I’ve made have made it a safer experience.
 
“What am I?” asked Ellie in her ear.  “I feel, well, small.”
 
“You, my dear,” said Angela, picking up the small sugar cube, “are very sweet.  Now I want you to describe what you’re feeling.”  And with that, she dropped Ellie into the glass of water and began stirring.
 
And so Ellie, with occasional pauses in which she moaned with pleasure, described what it felt like to dissolve.  Then, after she had dissolved in the glass of water, she described what it felt like to be digested, as Angela had then proceeded to drink her down.
 
Angela was pleased to note that her roommate remained coherent and alert the entire time.
 
Not to mention horny, which Ellie demonstrated to Angela with abundant clarity the moment that her humanity was restored.

And “sweet” couldn’t even begin to describe what Ellie could be, Angela thought to herself with a smile as she drifted off to sleep, her lover sleeping beside her.
 
*          *          *
 
When they awoke, it had grown dark.  Angela rose, closed the curtains, and turned on the light.  Ellie stirred and sat up.
 
“We should celebrate…we should go clubbing tonight.”
 
Ellie looked bashful.  “You know that really isn’t my thing.  And besides, I don’t have anything appropriate to wear.”
 
Angela smiled and picked up the controller.  “Let’s see what we can do.  After a few minutes of manipulating various controls, she pushed the “save changes” button and Ellie, who had been naked, suddenly found herself clothed in a sexy black cocktail dress.
 
“Where did this come from?” she asked, genuinely perplexed.
 
“What do you think, silly,” replied Angela.  “It’s part of you.”

“Really?” asked Ellie.  She ran her hands across the fabric of the dress and gave a delighted shudder.  “Oh my…I can feel it….wow…but isn’t it a little short?”
 
“No,” said Angela, manipulating the controls.  “This is a little short.”  The hem of the dress rose nearly a foot, threatening to expose Ellie’s pussy.  She reddened and tried to pull the hem of the dress down a little.
 
“Strange behavior from a woman who’s spent most of the day naked.”  She touched a few more controls and the dress became skintight.  A few more manipulations and it became a ladder dress, exposing smooth skin all the way up both sides of her body.  “Now that’s a dress to get you noticed.”
 
“I really don’t know,” said Ellie.  “I want to go with you but I don’t think I can wear this.  Why don’t you wear it?  It would look good on you.”  She tried to pull it off, but it was part of her, not so much of a second skin (as it appeared) as it was her first skin, merely altered in appearance.  “Can you get it off me?”
 
Angela smiled.  “I can do better.”  She pushed a button.
 
Ellie’s body vanished and the dress fell to the floor in a small heap.
 
“Oh wow,” said Ellie’s voice in Angela’s ear.
 
Angela picked dress up that had, not moments before, been Ellie.  It was warm and felt just like Ellie’s skin.  A quick adjustment of the controller and its hue changed from black to pure white.  She felt that made a better contrast with her dark skin.
 
Dropping her robe, Angela began putting Ellie on.  Slowly she slid her lover and roommate up over her long legs and curving thighs, felt her clinging tight to her flat stomach and nicely cupping her small, firm breasts.  The whole time, Ellie was screaming “oh god oh god oh god” in her ear.   When the last adjustment was done, she ran her hands across Ellie’s skin, feeling her own body underneath that skin.  She looked in the mirror.
 
“Damn we look good.”  And then she had a small orgasm.
 
And Ellie had a big one.
 
                                                *          *          *
 
Angela spent the night teasing her lover, leaving her conscious for a while then switching her mind off and leaving her as nothing but a dress.
 
And needless to say, Ellie in her present form was getting Angela a lot of attention.  So Ellie (when she was conscious) teased Angela.  Having 360 degree vision in her present form, she saw every man who gave Angela an appraising look.  And each she saw, she would report, chiding her lover and asking if this was the one that she would take home tonight.  I won’t mind, she said, so long as you use protection.  Use me, she said.  Turn me into a condom and I will protect you.
 
In the end, Angela stumbled home with another woman.  Ellie had picked her, had found her particularly attractive.  Phoebe was her name. She’d put her hand on Angela’s shoulder and Ellie had known.  This one.
 
They went to Phoebe’s room and Phoebe lay down on the bed.  The tiny two-piece clubbing outfit she had been wearing had seemed to come off of its own accord as she moved from the door to the bed and began caressing her ample breasts.  She beckoned to Angela to join her, but Angela slipped into the bathroom to “freshen up.”   There she pressed the red button on the controller and found herself in Ellie’s arms.  They were both naked.  They kissed for a long time.  Then Ellie picked up the controller and, scrolling through a menu, pointed to something.  Angela raised her eyebrows in appreciation and smiled to Ellie, who grinned back.  Then she took the controller from her lover and pressed “save changes.”
 
                                                *          *          *
 
Phoebe looked up from the bed where she lay, waiting for the Asian goddess in the amazing dress who had brought her home with the promise of a night she would never forget.
 
And there she was, emerging from the bathroom, deliciously naked and carrying something in her hand.  Phoebe gasped and smiled when she saw it.
 
It was a long, two-headed dildo.
 
But this one was different.  Angela snuggled in beside her and laid it on her belly.  It was warm – body temperature – and was as close to real as she had ever seen.  And it seemed to vibrate slightly, almost like a purring cat.
 
“It is nice, isn’t it?” asked Angela.
 
“Oh yes,” said Phoebe.
 
“You have impeccable taste,” said Angela, almost as though it wasn’t her she was talking to at all.  But that didn’t matter, as soon the dildo was sliding deep within her, almost of its own volition, and Angela was taking the other end into herself. 
 
Back and forth, up and down, they slid along the length of the amazing toy.  As they approached orgasm, she heard Angela calling out a name.
 
Ellie.
 
How strange.  But soon that was forgotten as they both came.  And it seemed almost as though the dildo came also, wet heat blossoming inside her.  How strange.
 
And then she slept.
 
Angela slipped back into the bathroom, Ellie’s softening form in her hands.  A push of the red button and they were again embracing, panting.  And kissing.
 
This time Angela wanted to pick.  She showed Ellie her choice and Ellie nodded vigorously and sat down on the counter.  “Better shrink me first,” was all that she said.
 
A touch of a button and she was no more than six inches tall.  Angela sat a small bowl next to her and she stepped into it.  Angela touched a few buttons, then leaned forward and planted a large but delicate kiss on the top of Ellie’s head.
 
“I love you,” she said, then pushed “save changes.”
 
Ellie felt an odd sensation as her tiny body melted and puddled in the bowl.  Where before there had been a woman, there was now a shallow pool of aromatic oil.  Angela stuck her fingers into what had been Ellie and rubbed the oil between her fingers.  Then she lifted a finger to her mouth and tasted Ellie.
 
“Sweet,” she said.  But Ellie wasn’t listening.  She had descended into what was not the first, but what certainly wouldn’t be the last orgasm of the night.
 
                                    *          *          *
 
When Phoebe awoke, it was to Angela slathering her body with sweet oil.  She stretched, feeling Angela’s hand slide across her, caressing her large, full breasts and her muscular thighs.  The feeling was electric, as though the oil possessed a life force of its own.  And then Angela was on top of her. 
 
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For Ellie, it was like nothing she had ever known.  Her body, once human, was now reduced to an oily sheen on the bodies of two beautiful women.  She felt herself pressed between the two of them, as if she wasn’t there at all.  She felt them glide across and through her.  She felt herself being worked into their skins.  At the thought that she might become one with them, she orgasmed harder than she ever had before.

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Angela stood by the mirror.  Phoebe lay on the bed, in a deep, exhausted sleep, gloriously naked, her massive breasts thrusting erect nipples into the sky.  Angela ran her finger across her own breast, feeling the slick substance that had, up until a few hours ago, been Ellie.  She pressed the towel that Phoebe had used to clean herself to her face, smelling the rest of Ellie upon it.
 
“Good morning, lover,” came the voice her ear.
 
“Hi.”
 
“Can you restore me?”
 
“Sure.”
 
With the press of a button, she and the towel were no longer oiled and a naked and radiant Ellie stood beside her.  They embraced.
 
Ellie looked around.  “Phoebe’s got a nice place.”  She looked down at their host, asleep on the bed.  “My god, look at those tits.  How come I didn’t notice them before?”
 
“I guess you were otherwise occupied.”

‘Yeah,” whispered Ellie, planting a tender kiss on Angela’s lips.
 
“Next week’s Spring Break,” Angela whispered.  “Got any plans?”
 
“None that involve anything but spending lots of time with you.”
 
“Good,” said Angela, pushing a button on the controller.
 
Ellie, expecting another exotic transformation, was disappointed to feel the mesh appear on her body.  Angela started to pull it off of her.  But when she got it down to Ellie’s ankles, she did something unexpected:
 
She stepped into it, too.  And began pulling it up around the both of them.
 
“Wha….?” Ellie asked, baffled.
 
“It’s good,” continued Angela, “because I want to spend time with you.”
 
The mesh enveloped them and disappeared.  Angela spend a few moments punching buttons on the controller, then knelt down and buried it deep in a large handbag that sat at the foot of the bed.
 
“And besides,” said Angela, putting her arms around Ellie again.  “Phoebe’s going to Cabo.”
 
*          *          *
 
Phoebe awoke slowly and deliciously.  Had she had a night!  She could scarcely believe it was real.  What time was it?
 
She came awake.  She had a trip ahead and she had to pack.  She sat up and felt around next to the bed.  At least her handbag was ready to go….
 
She stood up.  God, she felt great.  Nothing like a great night of sex to…hey, wait a minute!  She looked around.

Where was Angela?  She looked out the door of bedroom.  “Angie?” she asked.
 
She felt a little tingle in her left breast.  Angela had been amazing…the best lay she’d had in…hell, that she’d ever had.  She walked into the bathroom, still naked.
 
“Angie?”
 
Again the tingle in her left breast.  She looked down and…wait a second.
 
Where her breasts bigger?
 
She looked in the mirror in front of her.
 
No.  No they weren’t.
 
So what was different?  She cupped the undersides of her breasts with her hands and was rewarded with a refreshing tingle from both.  Tentatively, she began to finger the nipple of her right breast.  The tingling intensified.  Holy shit, they were sensitive today.  She didn’t remember when she’d gotten this much pleasure from…
 
She gasped.  The tingling had intensified, peaked, and then waned again.  She looked at her hand in astonishment, rubbing her fingers together, feeling moisture.
 
She’d lactated.
 
Not much, but she’d lactated.
 
Curious, she began to rub her left nipple and, after a few moments of intense pleasure, was rewarded with the same result.
 
“Well,” she said to herself, smiling and reaching for her bikini top, “this should be a fun week.”
 
And her breasts were each inclined to agree.
 
The End (for now)