Trust Machines - Support 2

A cute girl was sitting on a bus, her beach-bag on the seat beside her.  Suddenly the bag was displaced by a young man appearing out of nowhere.

“Hey, Marcy, that wasn’t fair,” the restored guy complained.  “I barely even added a cup that time.”

Marcy giggled at her boyfriend.  “Who said anything about fair, Jerry?  I wanted to go to the beach, and you didn’t.  So you weren’t a bra this time, you were my bikini.”

Jerry tilted his head to one side, considering that.  “It did feel different.  And it explains how only part of me got wet.”

“Wanna go to the beach tomorrow?”

“If I say no, will I get stuck as your swimsuit again?”

Marcy shrugged.  “You place your bets and you take your chances.”

Jerry laughed, shaking his head.  “So that’s a yes, then.  Well, if I’m going to be your swimsuit, you’re getting Baywatch-grade flotation devices.  Might as well get some fun out of it.”

“You know, if you’d just go to the beach with me normally, you’d see it’s not all bad.”

Jerry looked around at the others on the bus.  Several of the more muscular teenage guys were pointing at him and laughing, as they’d figured out where he’d appeared from.  He sighed.  “Yeah, that’ll go well.  I’ll end up acting out the first part of one of those silly bodybuilding commercials.  Except I don’t think they’ll stop at kicking sand on me.”

“Come on, Jer.  I bet I can make it fun for you.  Just say yes, and I’ll promise I won’t wear you for at least a week.”

Jerry grinned hugely.  “Does that include all of next weekend?”

“Sure.”

He answered by hugging his girlfriend tight, and got a few catcalls after the kiss went on and on.

Jerry met Marcy at the mall the next day.  “Why are we here, again?  I thought we were going to the beach.”

“Well, one of the busses going that way leaves from here,” Marcy said.  She grabbed his hand and dragged him into the mall, and toward the Venn Machine.

“You said I wasn’t going to be your swimsuit!  I’m going to the beach, I said I would.”

Marcy grinned at him sympathetically.  “I want to act out the other half of those bodybuilder commercials.  I’ll give you a body even Atlas himself would envy.”

Jerry’s eyes lit up, and he practically jumped into the Venn Machine.  “This will be so cool...”  As Marcy worked, he made some edits to the image of her on his interface as well.  When his scrawny teenage body got replaced with a tanned mass of muscle, he grinned, and finished the job.

“What are you doing, Jer...  Not the big tits again?”  Marcy asked as she watched him work.

“You’ll see.”  Working the interface proved a little harder than he’d expected, due to the enormous size of his new hands, and a few of the changes didn’t quite come out as planned... but he was out of time, so he hit the sliver of a green button to change Marcy as well.

“Jerry...” Marcy asked archly.  “Why am I green?  And what did you do to my teeth?”

“Look at yourself in the window.  You look amazing!”

Marcy stared at her reflection.  It looked a little like her, but she had pointed ears, two dainty tusks poking up from her lower jaw, and...  “A snout?  Jerry, what the hell did you do?”

“Um, I think you’re an orc.”  He leaned over and kissed her on her on her snout.  “And I think you look really cute this way.”

“Are you going to fix this?”

“Mmmm... nope.  It was an accident, but I like it.”  Jerry scooped his muscular green girlfriend up in his titanic arms, making her squeal and giggle.  “I like this, too.”  He flung her over his shoulder, and jogged out to the doors of the mall.  He had to duck to get through them, and if they hadn’t been double-doors he might not have made it out.

“Where are you going, Jer?  The bus stop’s the other way.”

“There’s a park behind the mall.  It’s pretty private in the middle.  Plus, you have camouflage.”

“Jerry!”  Marcy flailed against his back, but for all the effect her new muscles had she might as well have been a kitten patting at a brick wall.  He strode off purposefully, barely feeling her weight.

“Put me down this instant.”

Jerry started jogging.  Each footfall sounded like distant thunder, and as he brushed past one of the cars in the parking lot, its alarm went off.

“Come on, Jer.  Stop it!”

“Make me.”

Marcy flailed until she was out of breath, to no more impact than before.  They were deep in the park before she gave up, panting softly.  “Put me down, you beast.”

Jerry saw a nice bed of moss, and did just that, setting her gently on her backside.  “There you go.  Private as a house.”

Marcy looked up at him with her eyes wide.  “You’re actually serious.”

“Yes.”  He loomed over her, his muscled torso blotting out the sky.

Marcy bit her lip, then let her breath out explosively.  “I have never been so turned on in my life.”

Jerry grinned, and effortlessly tore his shirt off.  “Cool.”

They didn’t make it to the beach that weekend.