"Oh god," whispered Lara, realizing what she'd done. This wasn't her.
Yeah it is.
If this computer was powerful enough to do this to Dave, then the logs written by Salas could be true.
I am, and they are.
She had to stop this right now.
If you want to try, sure.
Lara began to type. "Dave's cock is shrinking back to--"
Think about what you're doing, girlfriend.
"--3 inches larger in length and circumference than it was before this started."
That's more like it.
"And this computer can't grant wishes anymore."
Your wish is my command. At least for now.
Lara sighed as her unconscious husband's manhood slid back along the floor towards the rest of his body, slimming as it did, when a blast of upbeat muzak sounded from the computer. She started and turned back towards the computer screen; fake confetti and word "Congrats!" in flashing Comic Sans festooned the screen.
"Con-gra-dyoo-lations!" said a voice from within the computer, its words sopping with the contempt of a sadistic game show host. "Your dumb ass just unlocked Ultra Shiny Happy Fun Game Mode!" Dave stirred, glancing towards the computer.
"Wh-what's going on?" he rasped.
"Now, all you fans of Libbytech Productions out there know the rules of the game, but let's explain them to our lucky contestants," said the voice. The current screen star-wiped like a bad Powerpoint presentation, showing a cartoon rendition of a woman who looked disturbingly similar to Lara. The animated woman pulled out a laser pointer and began to point out bullet points on the screen.
"Now, the first rule is that you idiots are stuck here now! Yeah, that's right, you could have just left. We're in the middle of freaking nowhere, in case you didn't notice."
"Wait," said Lara, "why are you doing this to--"
"I don't appreciate people trying to hamstring me," snapped the voice, "and I'd suggest you keep your questions until after the presentation. Now, like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, the second rule is that each round, three wheels will be spun, namely, an Action, a Target, and a Modifier." Three slot-machine reels appeared on screen. "Now, each wheel will affect the spins that come after it. For instance, let's say I roll a Grow on the action. That's self explanatory, right?" Dave was sitting upright now, staring in growing, horrified comprehension at the screen. "Okay, so now that's only gonna select people and objects. Let's see what we roll next!" The second reel spun, before landing on the words "Lips." The cartoon Lara grinned. "So now let's roll the modifier wheel to see how big those puppies can get!" It landed on "Record-breaker." The cartoon Lara shrugged, "Okay, not bad, not bad. Now, away we go!"
Lara stared at the computer, expecting the cartoon to change somehow, when she felt a pressure in her lips. Her hands flew to her mouth as she could feel something inside her lips pressing outwards. They had swollen to the size of her finger.
"What the--" she began, but trailed off as she realized what was going on. She closed her mouth, only to find that the centers of her lips wouldn't meet. She could see the rounded, cherry-red form of her sausage-like upper lip swelling into her view. Dave was staring at her, though not entirely in horror. "Whafh difd you dfoo?"
"I showed you an example of what could happen, of course!" giggled the computer, "But this was just a trial run, of course. Here's your normal lips back. For now." Lara blinked, felt a sudden emptiness in her mouth, then probed at her face to find her lips back at their normal size. "Now, there are some wonderful little bonuses that can show up if you're super lucky! Oh, there's the wild-card, the world-warper, the challenge-modes, the double roll...oh, but it doesn't make any sense to just explain the rules!" A tinny drumroll emerged from the computer. "Let's PLAY!"
"Now," continued the computer, "Since Lara-dear here was the one who tried to take away my power and leave me trapped in a tomb of the worst kinds of plastic and silicon, you'll be our first contestant! Let's roll those bones, shall we?"
Lara's heartbeat quickened as she took a shuddering breath. The wheels were spinning. Her eyes flicked to the leftmost wheel as it landed on...
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