Meanwhile, at that very moment, Damia Lukas was sitting in front of her computer,
perplexed by the ridiculous amount of options the Chronivac program seemed to have.
Damia was from Lithuania, but her parents had decided to send her to college in America.
She'd quickly grown fond of the Goth lifestyle, a perfect match for her raven black hair,
dark eyes, and pale complexion. She was pretty, in an Eastern European way, but her odd
accent turned a lot of people off...as if the heavy makeup and gothic lolita outfits weren't
already a major statement.
Oh and she wore platforms. You kind of have to, when you're only 4' 10" tall. All the
women in Damia's family were small, but she was the shortest girl in her generation. A lot
of men (and women) tried to use their height to an advantage, but Damia worked out quite
a bit, and had more muscle on her slight frame than most realized.
Her tough "goth-girl" attitude helped, of course. Absently, Damia lit a cigarette. She
rarely smoked in private...it was mostly for her image, since she could only stand about
two cigarettes a day...but this was stressing her out.
Her older brother, Dante, who was attending medical school in Budapest, had sent her this
program, saying it would "make college easier for her".
So far, it was anything but easy.
Damia noticed an option labelled "WEB-CAM". Since she had one, she clicked this on. A
small window opened, and in it, she saw herself in it's screen. Now there were other
options. Damia chuckled at one.
RESIZE, it said.
"If only...." still, she couldn't help clicking on it.
% RESIZE (+/-)?:
Shaking her head, she typed in +30%.
EXECUTE (Y/N)
"I said yes, did I not? Silly machine."
CURRENT HEIGHT: 58 inches (4' 10.2")
+20% INCREASE: 17.4 inches (+1' 5.4")
FINAL ADJUSTMENT: 75.6 inches (6' 3.6")
PROCESSING.....
A strange orange glow surrounded Damia, who suddendly couldn't move. She felt
invigorated by it, as every cell in her body was energized. Her clothing felt suddendly very
tight on her, and she dropped the cigarette (luckily, onto a plastic runner for her chair,
causing nothing more than an unsightly burn). Her body began to grow at a rapid pace,
and her clothing was ripped into shreds. The computer chair broke at the sudden weight
increase, dumping Damia unceremoniously on the floor.
Not that she noticed, lost in the throes of a very personal passion. Sweat pored out of her
as her body expanded in size, the rapid growth accompanied by wave after wave of raw,
animal pleasure.
The moans, however, were completely drowned out by her stereo, which she had turned
up earlier (eerily enough, "Dollhouse" by Switchblade Symphony was playing...).
Damia passed out, leaving only the spirit living inside her computer as silent witness to
her transformation.
At over 6' in height, Damia wasn't quite an amazon, since she'd always been girlish and
slender, with small breasts (still small for her size now, although that did make them
somewhat larger...it's a perspective thing). Her musculature was a bit more pronounced
now, and rather than child-like and cute, she was now....athletic and...well still cute, but in
a stronger sort of way (trust us, it's magic, it works out).
One wonders what she'll think when she awakens....but first...