Mastered PC - Part Eight

With the table set up I simply stand at attention behind it. Freed from the previous command I feel my body once more under my control, however, I remain still and silent out of fear of having Fiona make another demand of me.

Hours pass as students walk up and chat for a while, mostly men who who look over the curves on display between Fiona and myself before leaving once either of us ask for them to sign-up. It was obvious why I was hear, the Literature Club having been Fiona's baby since her first year even though it had barely managed to draw in enough members to be counted as a club at all.

With her new pupil she had at least found a second member, nearly halfway to the five required to hold the club together. However, as the sun sits high in the sky the sign up sheets still remain completely blank.

I hear as Fiona sighs next to me, my whole body shuddering as I hear the sound of her pen scratching out her thoughts in the notepad once again. Twisting in place I stare as Fiona's pen darts back and forth, the notepad getting filled with sentences before each is crossed out and another takes its place. Pursing her lips Fiona looks over me, only eventually piping up to mutter to herself.

Mastered PC - Part Seven

"You really grew up Jordy" Gracie cackles, smiling from ear to ear as she bites her lip playfully.

"You..." I begin to hiss, glaring at her as my hands begin to shake.

"Hey!" Gracie chirps, hoping down from the kitchen counter on which she had been seated. "Kev says you're heading to Latham today for a thing with Fiona. Can you give me a lift?" she asks, looking down at the phone before flashing a little grin. "I mean we're basically sisters... right?"

A chill runs down my spine as I catch her glancing at the phone, my lip quivering at the thought of what she could do to make sure I did just as she wanted. Balling up my delicate hand into a fist I glare at her, pursing my lips as I take a sip of the overly sweet yet frustratingly tasty coffee.

"Sure..." I hiss, watching as Gracie grins from ear to ear before she races off down the hallways.

"Sweet! Thanks..." she calls out, the sound of a door opening somewhere behind my echoing up through the house. "Just let me print my..." she begins to call out, the sound of her voice growing duller and duller before vanishing as the door closes behind her.

Mastered PC - Part Six

As I begin to slowly shuffle through the unfamiliar house I catch Gracie's voice coming from the kitchen, her tone mocking and playful.

"I know you love her just the way she is..." she chuckles with a little sigh. "You wouldn't have gone into my fucking room otherwise" she grumbles, obviously still upset with the invasion of her private space. "I'm just saying... If you could change anything about Jordan..." she muses, pausing for a second ominously. "What would you change?"

My heart skips a beat, my pace quickening as I begin to race towards the kitchen. Just a few steps from the living room I hear Kevin begin to respond, my blood running cold as he answers. After a pause, Kevin finally mutters in hushed tones "I kinda wish...her tits were… you know… bigger" Kevin mutters, his attempt to speak quietly not quiet working in the echoy home. 

Mastered PC - Part Five

Staring up at the ceiling I struggle to focus my vision, sweat and hair partially blinding me as I gasp hungrily for air. I wince as I feel the once thick and rock hard cock inside me begin to shrink away, the withering dick soon sliding out with a wet pop as Kevin rolls over.

"Did... did you..." Kevin pants, winded after the short tryst between the sheet. "You know... Cum?"

It had only been a minute or two, if even that. However, despite his lack of stamina my body seemed more than compatible with his own. Once? Twice? It was hard to tell, a simple "Uh huh..." being all that I can mutter as I weakly shift beneath the sheet.

Rolling my head to the side I twist to look at the mirror, my gaze falling on the sight of a sweaty young woman with a dazed look in her eyes and a delighted grin spread across her face. It take a moment to register who I was even looking at, the smile vanishing with a squeak as I bring a hand to my mouth.

Suddenly, a rattling comes from deeper in the house as the sound of heavy stomping around soon follows.

"Kevin!" cries the familiar voice of Gracie, her shouting sounding exhausted and almost out of breath. "Kev! Are you home!? You with anyone!?"

Mastered PC - Part Four

My stomach sinks as I spy my bony yet rather plain hips, the fairly narrow pelvis leaving me with a rectangular build.

"It's... It's gone..." I squeak with a long pained wheeze, my hand shuddering as I try to work up the courage to reach down towards the flat section of clingy cotton between my legs. In a rush the memories all start to flood back, between finding the Master PC program and finding the fighting women in my apartment.

"Those... They..." I blubber erratically, my heart rate spiking as I feel it practically lodge in my throat. My hands shift to the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white as I grip the sheets with as much intensity as I can muster. My mind races as I continue to simply stare down at my lanky pale limbs and bobbing bust, the subtle teardrops shifting with each gasping breath.

"I... I need to..." I begin to blurt out, only to clam up as I hear the doorknob jostle and shake.

With a short squeak I pull up the blanket as the door swings open, my frightened gaze falling on a shy and pale dark haired young man creeping in with a hand behind his back. 

Mastered PC - Part Three

"He'll... a bet... than half the..." Fiona giggles, her words largely failing to reach me over the building in intensity of the ringing int my ears. The blurring of my vision soon begins to turn to a blanketing darkness, the room swimming in a gloomy haze as the two women continue their typing.

"Yeah... could... Program or some..." Gracie chirps, eager to finally have the older woman on the same page as her. "Can... sure he... lyzed?" She quickly inquiries, a sudden squeal filling the room as she notices something.

The two women scream at something as I soon find the piercing tone consume my senses entirely, the gloomy fog encompassing my entire vision. For a split second I feel as though I'm falling, my lurch inside my gut sending my heart into my throat as feeling rapidly returns to my body all at once.

With a snap the ringing in my ears is soon replaced with the loud 'Beep beep beep' of a cheap alarm clock right beside me, the noise immediately causing my head to ache. Each sharp electronic chirp pierces into my skull, a low and tired groan escaping my lips as I try to force my eyes open.

The sound leaves something amiss in my mind, a faint sense that something is off as I lazily reach out towards the source of the noise. With a loud slap I bring my hand down on the flimsy plastic device, the speakers shutting off mid-chirp as my eyes flutter open.

"I don't have..." I wheeze out groggily, a hacking cough soon erupting from my throat as I try to clear it. My voice is off, higher pitched yet with a slightly husky undertone leaving it with a hint of deepness. With each hacking splutter I feel my chest jiggling, a set of subtle weights shifting beneath my shirt as I feel a nights worth of sweat causing the slight mounds to stick together.

My breath quickly grows ragged, with huffing gasp for air dragging in the strands of hair hanging about my face and glued to my lips. With one final gasp I heave myself up, the bed springs squeaking obnoxiously as I lurch about on the cheap mattress.

Mastered PC - Part Two

Dragging myself up the stairs, winding around the spiraling with trudging heavy footfalls, I soon find myself listening to the whine of the overworked cooling fans. Cocking an eyebrow I try to quicken the pace, my dulled mind struggling to remember something important.

"Did I lock the..." I begin to croak, my voice trailing off as I reach the fourth floor landing and the sight of my open front door half way down the hall.

My heart skips a beat, my feet nearly slipping out from under me as I race towards the open doorway. Lurching into my apartment, I find my laptop cradled in the arms of my former girlfriend Fiona as she tries to hold the overheating laptop away from my upstairs neighbor Gracie.

Mastered PC - Part One

My hands shake inside my pockets as I pace around the supermarket, my clammy palms constantly needing wiping off as I wander up and down the aisles in search of something to take my mind off of what was occurring back home. Snacks, coffee, anything would do though try as I might my mind continues to lurch back towards that same dim green couch and the overheating laptop sitting atop the cushions.

My heart races in my chest, my hands reaching out for the first bag of chips I can find as I quickly place them under my arm. I had needed to distract myself somehow, to get out of the apartment and to not just stare at the small ASCII loading bar as the strange program unpacked and deployed itself onto the very much outdated hardware.

A smirks spreads across my face as I let my thoughts linger for a minute, my mind turning to all those I could soon be leaving behind. From Kelly and Margaret from down the hall and Haley across from me, to Gracie upstairs as well as Rachel and her awful granddaughter Emily. Even Fiona would likely be long gone once I made even a few changes, the people I saw nearly every day suddenly being distant memories as I retooled reality as I saw fit.

It was all thanks to the mythical program I had finally found, my smile deepening as I think to the potential of Master PC once it had finally finished installing back at home.