Message-ID: <32651asstr$1001560203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3BB24D94.C9BCF683@bigfoot.com> From: Altan X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 14:50:14 PDT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 21:50:14 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Virtual Reality (exhib, voy, mf) Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2001 23:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates This story is a work of erotic fiction. If you are not allowed to reach such material, or if such material offends you, please stop reading now. This story is copyrighted (C) September 2001 by Altan. Permission is granted for this story to be reproduced and archived in the context of the newsgroup(s) to which it is posted by the author. In addition, the reader is allowed to make copies in electronic format and on paper for his or her personal use only. For all other uses, please consult the copyright statement in http://www.geocities.com/altan498/copyright.html. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Virtual Reality by Altan It was late at night and the campus streets were deserted. There was not a single other car in the parking lot of the Computer Science department. Ron parked in the spot reserved for disabled right next to the entrance and rushed through the pouring rain, his keycard in front of him. Still the damp wetness was coming through his raincoat before he managed to open the door. Once inside, he hurried through the empty hallways to the Virtual Reality lab. Even though he could use the department resources at any time to work at his thesis--after all, that was why he had gotten the keycard in the first place--Ron knew only too well that what he intended to do was not related to his thesis at all. If somebody caught him, the very least he could expect would be a strong reprimand. Fortunately, the VR lab was in the center of the building, carefully isolated, so once inside, he was relatively safe from discovery. He turned on the light and carefully closed the door behind him. In the center of the room were three chairs that looked as if they had come from a dentist, including some of the torturing equipment dentists always seem to need. The back of the room was filled will computer equipment, screens, and what looked like assorted junk. Ron quickly went to one of the consoles and started up the computers. While it was booting, he looked at the large sign on the wall. "Authorized personnel only," it said, and "Qualified operators must be present at all times while the VR equipment is in use." He was definitely going to violate those rules in a few moments. As soon as he was logged in, Ron downloaded a patch he had prepared and placed it in the VR software's plug-in directory. Then he started up the simulation system, chose a simple training session, and set it for ten minutes. He sat down in one of the chairs and pulled the helmet over his head. He quickly put down his arms on the armrests and then everything went black. * * * Ron was standing on the square in front of the university auditorium. It was about mid morning, the sun was shining, but the place was empty. Carefully he turned around. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something felt strange. He knew this was a normal result of the feedback from the Virtual Reality computers being delayed by just a fraction of a second. He would get used to it quickly. This was not the first time he was using the VR equipment, but he was still awed by how realistic it all was. He touched the ground and could feel the rough texture of the stone with his fingers. He could even smell the sweet scent of summer in the air. Let the experiment begin, he thought to himself. Out loud, he said "Code word: Kalamazoo!" From nowhere, a voice answered, "Module Kalamazoo started. Awaiting your orders." So far so good. The module he had prepared was recognized, and he could access it from inside the simulation. Now it was time to figure out if the rest worked as well. "Kalamazoo, change environment," Ron said out loud. "Remove buildings." The university buildings around him disappeared immediately, leaving holes where their basements had been. So it worked, he could influence the simulation. His patch module allowed him to give commands directly to the virtual reality software. Time for the last and most important test: could he get out of the simulation at will? "Kalamazoo, command: exit," he said. Everything briefly turned black, then Ron found himself sitting in the chair in the VR room. He looked at the clock, only two minutes since he started the session. He walked over to the console, and there it said loud and clear: "Session terminated prematurely due to internal command." "Yessss!" he said to himself. It had worked, he had made it possible to control the Virtual Reality session from the inside. Now he could go and have some fun. Ever since the university opened the Virtual Reality laboratory, Ron had been dreaming of things to do with that. Of course, the equipment in the laboratory was supposed to be used for scientific experiments, to learn more about human-computer interaction. The faculty had made it quite clear that the lab was not to be used for entertainment, mainly because they feared lawsuits. They had severely limited access to the libraries of scenes and scripts so that only a handful of faculty members could get at them. But being able to modify plug-in modules was essential to many of the experiments, so most graduate students were able to work on them. Now Ron had found a way to change the simulation from the "inside" through one of these plug-in modules. "Let the fun begin," he murmured to himself as he carefully chose one of the existing sessions. This was the "mall" session, which was modeled after the local shopping mall, and included a large number of people. He set the session to automatically stop at five o'clock in the morning, well before anyone would arrive, and sat back in the chair again. * * * Ron opened his eyes and was standing in the middle of a large mall. For a moment Ron studied the people around him, who were going about their business, eating, chatting, going in and out of shops. He could not see anything different about them. They looked like people of flesh and blood to him, not simulations inside a computer memory. "Code word: Kalamazoo!" he said. "Module Kalamazoo started. Awaiting your orders." Ron felt himself getting tense. This was what he had been waiting for. "Kalamazoo, remove underwear." "Command unclear," came the answer. "Please elaborate." "Kalamazoo, remove all underwear from this simulation. None of the simulated people are wearing underwear. None of the shops are selling underwear. None of the people have ever seen or heard of underwear." "Define underwear." In spite of himself, Ron had to smile. Huge advances had been made the last few years in computers understanding colloquial language. In fact, understanding everyday situations had been necessary before virtual reality could have been developed to what it now was. But computers could still not actually read his mind. The term "underwear" means different things in different situations, and since this was a new situation for the computer, it could not determine its precise meaning. "Kalamazoo, definition: underwear is panties, briefs and bras." Immediately, he felt a new freedom in his pants. He looked at some of the women around him, and they clearly were not wearing bras anymore. Ron considered if he should have all clothes removed, but decided not to--not yet, at least. He was going to take this one step at a time, and enjoy it as much as he could. If he was caught tomorrow, he might not get a second chance. Instead, he started to walk around, looking at the women. When he passed a sports store, he saw a young woman inside who was wearing one of those sleeveless shirts with large arm holes. She had clearly been wearing a sports bra underneath when the simulation started, but that was now gone. Ron could see how the virtual reality software was struggling with the fact that normal behavior would be for her to cover herself up, but she had nothing to do it with. "Kalamazoo, relax women about keeping breasts covered," Ron said. Immediately, he could see the girl relax and concentrate on the golf ball display. Ron positioned himself slightly behind the woman and studied her breasts. She had firm breasts, not very big and only slightly sagging. When she bend over he could plainly see her nipple standing up at the front of the breast. Even though she was no longer trying to hide her breasts, it was still hard to get a good look. And the other braless women around were not really showing much either. Ron decided it was time for the next move. "Kalamazoo, increase level of exhibitionism." "Command not understood," sounded from nowhere. Ron had expected something like this. What he wanted was to make the women more exhibitionistic, but he had to find a way to explain that to the computer system. "Kalamazoo, pause simulation and enter dialog." All movement around him stopped and the computer responded, "Dialog mode entered. No code word prefix necessary." That meant he did not have to start each command with the word Kalamazoo to get the program's attention. This would be much easier for what he had in mind. "You know what exhibitionism is?" "Yes," responded the computer. "Is the level of exhibitionism a parameter of the simulation?" "No." Ron thought for a moment. The Virtual Reality simulation was based on a huge number of rules, like the average height of a person, the fact that things that are not held will fall down, or how someone goes about buying a pair of shoes. Many of these rules, like average height, are simply numbers; those are called parameters. Now the computer knew the meaning of the word "exhibitionism" because the people in the simulation would have to be able to talk about it. But it did not have the exhibitionistic tendencies of a person as one of the parameters in the simulation. That would have to be changed. "Analyze exhibitionistic behavior. Determine from which parameters it results." This took a few seconds, while the computer tried out millions of combinations. Finally, it responded, "Analysis completed." "List main parameters." "Clothing style. Self confidence. Waist size. Bust size. Age." Interesting, it seemed that in "making up" the people in the simulation, the computer would come up with a clothing preference that person might have. The other parameters probably meant that better-looking women would be more likely to show off. "Revert relationship. Define exhibitionism as parameter, adjust other parameters based on it." Effectively, Ron told the computer that when it defined people, it should give them a certain desire for exhibitionism, and have them choose their clothing accordingly. "Exhibitionism defined. Arbitrary value one assigned to current level." "Set exhibitionism to 2. Restart simulation with the new parameter settings. Terminate dialog mode." The simulation would have to be restarted, because Ron wanted all the people to be exhibitionist. Everything went black for a moment, then Ron was back in the center of the mall. He looked around him and his jaw almost dropped in amazement. Many women were wearing the flimsiest clothes, often revealing more than they were hiding. And they were so pretty! Suddenly it hit him. The computer had mentioned that good looks were part of why a person would behave in an exhibitionistic way. Basically, better looking women were on average more likely to behave as exhibitionists. When he told it to reverse the relationship, that meant that more exhibitionistic women would be better looking. The computer didn't care that this did not make sense in the real world, it would just calculate the mathematical results. A world full of beauty queens! Right now, a young woman in her early twenties was approaching. She had long brown hair and a fair skin. Her loose, white cut-off tank top was barely covering her breasts and had large arm holes. The matching mini skirt was only six inches tall. When she got closer, Ron saw her breasts moving in the rhythm of her walk. She had big breast, though not exceptionally huge. "A good front improves the whole house," Ron's mother used to comment. They were still firm, with her nipples outlined through the thin fabric. Ron was staring at her when she walked by him. She turned and say him looking straight at her. "What are you looking at?" she asked accusingly. "You," Ron answered simply. She was taken in by his candor and relaxed visibly. "Oh yeah? Which part of me, specifically?" "Your top," Ron said without hesitation. "You like it?" "I love it! I wish I could see more! Why don't you take off your top all together?" "What, right here? Are you crazy?" "You would like to, wouldn't you?" The woman hesitated. "Yes, I would," she agreed, "but I can't do that here, can I now?" "Of course you can," Ron encouraged her. "Nobody's going to eat you. And I'm sure you will turn on a lot of the guys here." She was struggling with herself. In the end, her desire to expose herself won. "How about this," she asked, as she briefly pulled the top over her head. "You like that?" Ron could feel the excitement in his loins growing, and knew it must be visible from the outside. "That's great," he said, pointing to his pants. "I see," she smiled. "Maybe you should show something too?" "You can have a peek," Ron said, stretching the elastic waistband. He was getting hard as a rock when she came closer and looked into his pants. She said nothing, but smiled some more and licked her lips. "Do you mind if I walk along with you?" Ron asked. "Where were you going?" "In fact, I was going to Sears, looking to buy a bed," she answered. "No, of course, come along if you want to. Who knows," she added with a wicket grin, "maybe you'll get to see some more." They entered Sears and walked around the beds department for a little bit. The woman was pointing out different beds, their features and prices. Then she walked up to a sales man. "You know, I like that one over there," she said to him, "but I really would like to try it out first. Do you mind?" "No, not at all," he answered. That is what they are here for." "Thanks," she said, and motioned for Ron to follow her. She sat down on the edge of the bed and took off her shoes. Then she lied down, pulling one knee up. The tiny mini skirt wrinkled and was no longer covering anything. "This feels good," she said, spreading her legs further. In one smooth motion she took off her top, showing her full white breasts with the dark aureole in the middle. Her nipples were standing to attention. "Help me put this bed to the test," she said to Ron. Ron didn't hesitate. He dropped his pants and he erect dick sprang forward. The next moment, he was on the bed with her, rapidly moving inside her. They both came quickly, after which she got up, ignoring the sperm slowly dripping down her leg, and bought the bed. Ron just caught the word "satisfactory" and wondered if she was talking about him or the bed. * * * This was fun! He looked at his watch, but realized that it was simulated as well. He had to keep track of time, though, otherwise he might be yanked out of the simulation at the worst moment. "Kalamazoo, let my wrist watch display real time," he commanded. "Wristwatch parameters changed" came the immediate answer. Ron looked at it again -- not yet midnight. Time enough for some more experiments. He left the store and walked around, looking for some more attractive women. He was on the second level and looked down. There were two girls down there that looked promising. Quickly he went down the stairs and approached them. They looked like opposites, one dark skinned with black hair, the other with a light skin and blonde hair. "Ebony and ivory," he thought. They were clearly friends as they had linked arms and were talking enthusiastically. The dark girl was wearing a red body-clinging mini dress. The top of the dress consisted of a single strap around her neck, which widened over her breasts to just about two inches, but the parts did not come together until below her bellybutton. On her back the material curved from the two straps to come together in her waist. From there on down, it formed a very tight mini skirt, which hardly got to halfway down her thighs. The light girl was much more covered. She was wearing a knee-long blue skirt and a loose fitting printed blue shirt. Both the skirt and the shirt had small white buttons on the front, all the way from top to bottom, which were all fastened. Through the thin material, Ron could see her small breasts wiggle as she walked. He let them pass and slowly turned around to follow them. Looking at their backs, and knowing they would not be wearing anything underneath, he felt his lust rise again, but he controlled himself. Keeping a distance of 15 or 20 feet, he leisurely followed the two girls into an upscale clothing store. It seemed as if they were looking for something for the blonde girl. They looked at several business outfits, finally deciding on one she took with her to the fitting room. The fitting rooms had real doors, which she closed properly, with no chance of peeking. Ron positioned himself to catch up with her when she came out again. He realized that he would never dare doing anything like this in real life, but it was OK in this simulation. When the girl came out of the fitting room, she hat put the business suit on and was showing it off to her friend. She then went back into the cabin, but already came out a few seconds later and Ron thought his heart was stopping. She hadn't bothered closing any of the buttons of her shirt, which was hanging loose over her breasts. She only came out for a moment while her friend handed her another outfit. This continued a couple more times, until they made up their minds and agreed on one outfit. The dark girl took it over to the cash register while the light one changed back. She still didn't bother to close any of the buttons on her shirt, however. Ron noticed that her friend pointed at the open shirt when they joined again, but the blonde shrugged and smiled. The dark girl also smiled and they left the store. Ron was getting more and more excited when he followed the two girls to the food court. He kept close to them and when the blond one bent over to point at one of the sandwiches on display, he finally got a good look at her breast. Although her breast was small, the nipple was very long and seemed to be hardening. Both girls got sandwiches and sat down at a table. Ron got himself a soft drink and went over to them. "May I join you?" he asked. They both looked up. The blond girl started to ask what he wanted, but the dark one quickly said, "of course, pull up a chair!" and gave him a big smile. When he sat down, the dark girl yawned and started stretching. As she did this, her dress was pulled even further up. The tables had a clear plastic top, but she didn't seem to realize that as she spread her legs a little bit, Ron would look straight up her skirt. To his surprise, he could see she was clean shaven between her legs. "Nice view here," he said. She looked at him as if to ask him what he meant and he nodded at the table top. As she realized it was transparent, she smiled and said, "I bet." But she did not move her legs. "I'm Cynthia," she said, "And this is my friend Claire." "My name is Ron, I'm here sightseeing," he answered. "And, are you enjoying those sights?" Claire asked. "I'm having fun alright," he said. They ate some more in silence. Ron noticed that some dressing dripped from Claire's sandwich. "Excuse me, you seem to be messing up your dress," he said. "Let me get you a napkin." He took a paper napkin from the dispenser behind him and bend over to Claire, to wipe the spot off her skirt. As he softly rubbed the dress, he felt her stiffen and then saw her spreading her legs a bit. Encouraged, Ron continued rubbing the inside of her leg through the blue dress, looking up to see her reaction. Claire's nipples were now straining the thin fabric, pointing out like little sticks. He bend over a little bit more to get a better view inside her shirt and, seeing her small breast with the hard nipple sticking out, felt himself stiffening as well. Cynthia looked at them, took the ketchup and squirted a big glob on the hem of her dress. "Oh, look what I've done," she said in mock horror. "Could you get me a napkin as well, please?" Ron looked at her with a wicked smile, then said, "a napkin would just spread it out. I guess I'll have to lick it up." He knelt down on his knees in front of her and started licking the ketchup off her skirt. "Let me help you," Cynthia said, and pulled up the skirt further. It was now all the way up to her belly and Ron felt himself licking her skin as much as the dress. His licking slowly moved down and he heard her breathing speeding up. He continued slowly licking between her legs, tasting a sweetness that definitely wasn't ketchup. After a few minutes she stiffened and then went all limp. Ron looked up and saw she had closed her eyes, leaning back. He got up from the floor and returned to his own chair. Claire was looking at him with a big grin. Through the table he could see that she had undone all buttons of her skirt but the top one. With her legs spread, her blond curls were beckoning him. "You're so helpful," she said. "Can I get you something, another soda perhaps?" "Oh, a Coke would be nice," he answered. He watched her walk up to the counter and return a few moments later with a large cup of soda on a tray, with a lid and straw next to it. When she reached him, she seemed to trip and the cup felt straight in his lap. "Oh, how clumsy of me," Claire exclaimed. "Here, let me help you." She got a couple of napkins and started wiping his pants. "You are soaked," she said. "And it is all sticky. I'm so sorry, it is all my fault. I guess I will have to clean you up!" She undid his zipper and released his cock. Then she started licking it clean. Within seconds, Ron could feel himself harden and felt the orgasm coming up. When she put his member in her mouth, he couldn't hold any longer. He felt the juice bursting all the way through his dick and splashing out in her mouth. For a second more he held it, than gave one last shiver and fell limp. * * * When he had recovered enough to think clearly, he saw Claire and Cynthia walking out of the mall. Ron decided that he had had enough for one night. "Kalamazoo, command: exit," he said. * * * He got out of the chair, went over to the console, and started shutting down the system. A glance at the clock told him it was almost five in the morning. He would be back here tonight, and do some more experiments. He didn't feel like going back to his dorm room yet. He wanted to savor the memory of his exotic adventure, re-live it again and again before he had to go home. When he came up to an all-night coffee shop, he stopped and entered. The place was almost empty this early in the morning. Ron ordered a pancake breakfast and sat down in a corner booth. Two girls were giggling in the booth opposite him, pointing at him. While he was trying to hear what they were saying, his pancakes arrived. The girls kept looking at him and giggling all the time when he was eating. He smiled at them, which made them giggle even more. When he finished his pancakes and leaned back to enjoy the orange juice, Ron heard one of them saying something that sounded like "Kalamazoo." He got up, took off his shirt, and fell to his knees in front of them. "At your command," he said. T H E E N D ----------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed this story, please let me know. Constructive criticism, serious comments etc. are also greatly appreciated. I can be contacted by Email at altan1@bigfoot.com. Please use the word "STORIES" in the subject line of your Email, since messages not containing that word are automatically filtered as junk mail. Please check out my Web site at: http://www.geocities.com/altan498/ for more of my works. 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