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The Master Program Ch. 01

By: Varun1987



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work.

NB: Chapter 1 is pretty much a long introduction. Chapter 2 is where the fun begins. Please bear with this. 

Chapter 1: Stephen Lowe

It was the middle of the Easter holidays and Stephen Lowe had been sitting in one of the reader rooms at the British Library since 9:30am. His second year exams would start in four weeks, and he really needed to make up for all the lectures he had slacked off in. However, good intentions aside, after five hours of constant revision, his mind had begun to wander. He shut his physics text books and locked his Macbook to the desk with a chain provided and began his wander around the library.

After about ten minutes he began to think about returning to his desk. He walked by a section filled with old journals and diaries and the desire to procrastinate gripped him again. He browsed around, flicking though a lab-book from the 1960s, which detailed experiments on rats, before picking up the journal of a computer programmer, J R Parz. The journal covered his work from 1978-1986 in great detail from what he could tell by flicking through. Stephen intended to leave, but before putting the book down, he turned to a random page somewhere in the middle of the book and began to read.

'I ask myself if this world is real? What I am uncovering has the potential to change our interpretation of the word 'real' forever. In these vivid dreams, these 'Masters' are gods, I suppose, and they seem to have created us as an experiment. We, along with billions of other civilisations in the Universe are just a lab experiment. And I think I've tapped into how to change things. I am writing a computer program which could allow me to shape the Universe itself, not that I need to use a computer for this, but I'll stick to what I know.'

Stephen thought this guy was some sort of cultist or a religious nut but he had never read the rantings of a crazy man before. Curious, he flicked forward a few pages.

'I turned a spoon rusty. I know it sounds pathetic in terms of altering the fabric of all reality, but I programmed the spoon to turn rusty 10,000 times faster than usual, and it before my eyes it turned brown and crumbled. I know the computer itself shouldn't run a program of this scope, but it can, and did! It's like I'm circumventing reality... with a computer program.'

Stephen found a stool and sat down, began to analyse various pages of the book with great scrutiny. Between 1978 and 1980, Parz had begun to question the nature of reality, he thought a god, or gods, if they did exist, may have created the Universe as a form of entertainment, or for scientific curiosity, and he began to write a program that would enter their reality from this one. By 1982, he had learned how to bend rules of reality to rust a spoon, wither a plant and later to cure a cold he was fighting. It was in 1986 that he claimed he'd made a real breakthrough; he cured and eliminated chicken pox. He chose the disease at random, but he figured he could cure anything that way. Stephen began to lose interest as he thought this guy was clearly just mental, so he skipped to the last double page.

'They contacted me, I found a way to teleport from London to Sydney, then as I teleported back they contacted me. I can't tell you what happened, I think they made it impossible for me to fully recall them or what they said to me, but they were impressed at what I had done. However, my work was ruining their experiment; changing too many constants, like the speed of light and gravity. I think, from what I understand, we, and all sentient life in the Universe (Yes! Aliens!), are the variables, while our environment is a constant, that's why they stopped me from my work. They reversed all my changes, but as a reward I can still alter other people, to my suiting. As long as I stick to the rules of the world.'

The last entry was dated 1996, 10 years after the previous.

'I am content, I have my health, my women, the program cannot let me reach their world anymore, I have no need of it. So I give it to you, I have uploaded it to a server, and programmed the owner of the server to keep it online forever, by any means. This means whenever you read this, you can still access it. The program transcends reality, so it can understand you, and run on any computer. I'm sure you could even find a way run it on a slice of toast. You might even find a way to alter reality from your thoughts alone but until then, keep my program alive. I shall never get to meet the 'Masters' again, but I'd like to think someone else is enjoying my life's work.'

The bottom of the very last page had a list of instructions that should be entered into a computer console. Stephen took the diary back to his desk, nearly 90 minutes after he had left it. He woke up his Macbook and eagerly loaded the console. He typed in all the commands as instructed and in disbelief equalled by excitement he saw 'Master Program' downloading. It auto-installed, which worried Stephen for a second; he feared he had been duped into downloading a virus. The screen went black, and unresponsive for a few seconds. 'Shit!' cursed Stephen, whispering subconsciously due to his library surroundings.

Just when he became panicky, 'Master Program' appeared at the top of the screen.

'Input the name of user:'

'Stephen'

'You are Stephen Lowe; Do you mean Stephen Lowe?'

Stephen was incredibly freaked out for a second, then realised the program had probably worked out his name from his personal details stored on the Mac. That is unless Parz wasn't crazy. He clicked 'yes'.

'Choose target by typing their name, you have 1000 slots left:'

'Stephen Lowe'

'Six targets in range, please select:'

A drop down menu came up with Stephen Alexander Lowe, British Library, Euston Road, London, 0 mi as the first result, with five other Stephen Lowes and their locations, up to the last one, who was 23.2 miles away. He figured that the program did this by IP addresses, so he pressed cancel and turned his wifi off. Waiting 20 seconds he typed in Stephen Lowe again, and the same list came up. A little surprised, and a bit worried, he chose himself.

What he saw made his jaw drop. A model of himself appeared on the screen in very high resolution, wearing his exact outfit, t-shirt and jeans, standing feet apart with arms 45 degrees to his sides. He quickly looked round the room for cameras, then spotted his own inbuilt webcam, and covered it with his hand. Still, the slowly rotating model was visible. Dozens of tabs existed at the top of the page, and he saw arrows indicating plenty more were available. He moved the mouse over his body and 'Torso' appeared next to the pointer. He scrolled over to his left hand and clicked. The display zoomed into his hand which then rotated on screen as his body had done earlier. He clicked on his index finger and 'physical attributes' appeared as a sidebar menu. His eyes fell on the 'length' slider and he clicked on it, scrolling it so that his finger halved in size, then to the other extreme, where it was twice the size. He also, saw a button with a text cursor next to the slider. He clicked it and out popped another dialogue box.

'Input desired length:'

'+1 inch,' he typed.

He saw his virtual finger appear longer on screen, and a button labelled 'Commit' in the bottom right corner turn green. He clicked the change and another dialogue box appeared.

'Are you sure you would like to commit changes? Autosave is on.'

He left 'turn this notification off' unchecked and pressed 'yes', hesitating only for a second. Horror instantly engulfed him; his left index finger twinged as it began to grow to match the screen. He looked at all the bowed heads, terrified anyone might see his finger magically grow. He stared at the elongated finger and immediately began to wonder if Parz was sane, or if he was turning crazy. After a few seconds of touching the finger to things, he looked at the screen with panic. Next to 'Commit' was 'Revert', which he clicked nervously. A box popped up with three options; 'Undo previous change', 'Revert to original' and 'Revert to earlier save'. His eyes darted over the first two options, as the last was greyed out. He clicked 'Revert to original' and another prompt appeared 'Are you sure? You will lose all changes you have made. You cannot undo a revert if you make new changes.' Stephen pressed 'yes' and hid his finger as it shrunk back to its original size. He took deep breaths to calm himself and comprehend what just happened. Calmly, and with continued deep breaths, Stephen collected his stuff and made his way to exit the British Library.

The whole journey back to his Camden flat, Stephen's mind raced. He was trying to think if he was dreaming, he thought maybe he'd imagined it, he just didn't think his finger could do that, not because of a computer program written thirty years ago. His flatmates, two girls from his halls, Sophie and Helen, had both gone home for the holidays, so he sat down at the kitchen table and opened up his Macbook again, assured that he would have privacy. The Master Program was still running; specifically the display of Stephen's virtual hand. Less nervous this time, Stephen tried lengthening his finger again, and reverting the changes, three further times before deciding that it was real. Feeling a bit more adventurous, he clicked 'full view' and returned to a full body view of himself. He looked at a few more view options, and chose 'toggle clothes'. His naked body appeared onscreen and it looked pretty flabby; he hadn't really done much exercise this year, yet he had been out drinking with his friends a fair few times. He looked at the menu tabs at the top and clicked 'physical health'. All the tabs were replaced by new tabs, all relating to one's bodily well-being. He examined a few and found 'fitness'. A side bar menu appeared with various sliders. He looked around to find 'body fat' which was at 21%, not overweight, but certainly heading that way. He scrolled it down nearly as far as it went, to 8%, and then pressed the 'Commit' button. Instantly his stomach grumbled, and his body rippled in places as all over he could see and feel his fat disappearing. The rather disconcerting sight of bubbling skin subsided and he lifted up his t-shirt. 

"Oh holy God!" exclaimed Stephen, looking at his chest, his body had never looked this good. The gym, running, hill-walking and various forms of exercise in his pre-university days had given him some decent musculature, but of late it had been hidden by his layer of fat until now. His previously slightly tight clothes now hung loosely around his stomach and thighs. He could see sliders which would allow him to increase some of his muscles, but he was proud of the ones he'd built up through hard work, so, for now, he started to read the other options. In the top right corner, he found a button marked 'Help'. So far, the program had seemed fairly straight-forward, but he had a suspicion he was only scraping the surface, using the help guide seemed like a good idea, so he clicked.

'Welcome to the Master Program. This program will allow you to change the people around you physically and mentally to how you wish. This guide will help you understand how the program works. Would you like to enable audio?'

Upon clicking 'yes' another box appeared.

'Help audio enabled. User audio enabled.'

Stephen read 'User audio enabled' and then, sceptically, he spoke, "hello?"

"Hello, Stephen," replied a cool, slightly mechanical voice.

Stephen jumped back slightly and his eyes widened. He didn't know what he expected, but that was definitely eerie.

"Hello, Stephen, do you prefer this audio?" came a clean, crisp female voice, which sounded mix of authority and seductiveness, kind of like one of his hot teachers from school.

"Yeah, it's perfect actually."

"Where would you like to begin?"

"Wait, first...what are you?"

"I cannot tell you anything more than you already know."

"How do you know what I know?" said Stephen, then instantly, he thought, 'can...you...read my mind?'

'Yes,' said the voice, inside his head.

"No, no!" exclaimed Stephen, "no reading minds!"

"I am a read and write program for mind and body, if you do not permit me to read minds, it is difficult for me to complete any tasks you set. We can continue to use the spoken word, if you wish, but I will continue to monitor your thoughts so that I can complete any tasks to your exact desires."

"OK, but only if I give spoken instructions, I don't want to...to...think 'what would it be like if my foot is twice the size' then suddenly see it become massive."

"As I said, I am attuned to understanding desires, not arbitrary thoughts, but I will take that command into account."

"Right, so, um. Let's see."

A thought occurred to Stephen and he brought his right index finger to his left eye, and removed his contact lens, placing it on the table, before doing the same with his right eye. He looked at the blurry computer and spoke, excitedly, "OK, restore my eyesight to perfect vision!" His eyes burned momentarily, causing him to wince, and a tear to roll down each cheek. He blinked a few times then looked around the room. He could see everything clearer than he could with his lenses. He stood up from the kitchen table to look out the window and could read licence plates on cars parked on the other side of the four-lane street. 

"This is amazing, like, wow. OK, next, so on to diseases and genetic defects."

"You have several allergies, all to a mild degree and dispositions to certain cancers and medical conditions. Would you like me to list them in detail?"

"No, no. Well, can you remove them?"

"Yes, would you like me to do so?"

"Yes, make me the picture of perfect health, in fact, rather than remove my disposition to getting some cancers, can you completely eliminate any chance of me getting it? Or any disease for that matter?"

"Doing so now...improving immune system...repairing all organs...increasing regenerative abilities. You now have organs as healthy as they were when you were born. Toxins should be eliminated from your system thirty-two times faster. Any damage will heal fourteen times faster and more efficiently than usual. Your metabolic rate has been set to slow aging by 23% and to keep your new physique relatively constant. Any diseases you contract should be eliminated within hours of entering your system."

"Whoa, I'm like Superman," said Stephen, who could actually feel himself getting healthier, though he realised that could be psychosomatic, "in fact, Superman; yes, give me the ability to fly."

"Unable to complete task."

"What? Why?"

"Human flight is not possible under experimental conditions."

"Oh yeah, can't break laws of physics... give me wings."

"Unable to complete task."

"But I'm not breaking any rules?"

"You are exceeding the maximum impact factor."

Furrowing his brow, Stephen asked, "What is an impact factor?"

"Impact factor is the measure of any change you make on the experimental conditions. To take the example of giving you wings; that would require altering your genetic structure to a point that would alarm other humans, and would provoke study of your body, and question how you came to get wings."

"OK," interjected Stephen, "wings would look stupid, I get it, but couldn't you make everyone just think that was normal."

"That would have the same impact factor, as both scenarios would involve the human race believing that humans can have wings, something that is not set by experimental conditions."

"OK, but you said I can no longer fall ill, so wouldn't someone find it strange, like a doctor say, that I can now fight off...AIDS?"

"As someone who will not get ill, it is incredibly unlikely you would ever find yourself examined by someone who would realise your physiology is abnormal. If you were to die of something unexpected, I could program the coroner to not be aware of any abnormalities in your body, and only one person would need to be affected by your changes; this results in a low impact factor."

"OK, I get you, so let's say... I take a piss in the corner of the room when my flatmates are in, you could make them not perceive it?"

"Correct."

"What about, a bus full of people?"

"Yes, however, impacting a large group of people at one time is unadvisable for experimental repercussions, and is therefore disallowed. A bus full of people would be permissible, but millions of people would not be."

"Right, OK, another question. You say you can't make someone think I can have wings..."

"Incorrect..." interrupted the program, "I cannot make large numbers of people think you can have wings, you have 1000 slots in total of people you can change in any way you like, so long as those changes do not have repercussions for the remaining billions on the planet. The number 1000 is assigned because even if these people break the statistical norm of the populace they can be disregarded as anomalies without ruining experimental results."

"So I could make my flatmates think me pissing in the corner is normal, but not the whole country?"

"Correct. Please note that changes can naturally incur other unintended changes, for instance, your flatmates considering the passing of urine in this room to be normal would have a negative impact on their perception of hygiene. I will try to warn you in such an event and if possible, I will try to suggest alternative changes you can make with lower impact factors, should you exceed maximum impact factor again."

"Cool. Speaking of going to the toilet, can you eliminate the need for me to go to the toilet? And need to eat I suppose?"

"I can optimise your digestive ability to the point where it would remove your need to excrete waste products. You cannot bypass the need to eat, that would require too great a change in your physiology"

"OK, well go ahead then."

"Task complete."

Stephen gave himself a second then tentatively said, "you can make mental changes too?"

"Correct."

He was unsure about tampering with his own mind, but he did always have the option to revert back, so he decided to give it a go, "make me 25% more intelligent and improve my memory by say...double."

He got verbal confirmation, but internally he knew it too, because at the back of his mind, some concepts he had been struggling to revise earlier suddenly made a lot more sense to him. He was reluctant to change himself any further for now, so he ensured that he was saved, both as he was now and his original self, then sat down and began to think whether or not he would use this on someone else.

He put off the moral dilemma of tampering with another human being's very fibre by touching himself up a little more, this time using the manual sliders. Now that his face was near devoid of fat, he was very pleased with how he looked, so he didn't change his appearance more than a few tweaks, mainly focusing on making his nose a little shorter and smoother in profile view, giving his dark brown hair a naturally styled look, and improving his skin condition, including a very slight tan.

"Is it possible for you to make people to think I always looked this way?"

"Yes."

"Would that use up any of my...slots, was it?"

"No, such a task is too minor to use a slot."

"Well, do that then."

Once the task was done, he disrobed himself in his bedroom and admired his new body. After nearly fifteen minutes of self-admiration, he began to think again if he could ever manipulate another human in this way. In just a pair of boxers, he walked back to the kitchen and closed the program, trying to put it out of his mind, as he went back to his revision. 

The Master Program Ch. 02



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work. 

Chapter 2: Imogen Daniels

Twenty-four hours went by and Stephen resisted the urge to open up the Master Program, though his mouse pointer hovered over the desktop shortcut many times. Since his changes, he had soaked up his revision in no time, and was beginning to race ahead of schedule. He had considered opening up the program to make himself even more intelligent, but he figured that the program might not allow it, and even if it did, he wanted still some challenge to life. The moral dilemma of fiddling around with another person still played in his head, and he kept wondering why you'd need to ever control or alter another person. That was before he logged into Facebook that afternoon after his best ever study session. He looked through all the girls he had ever lusted after, and remembered Parz's comment about having 'my women'. Women; plural. He could probably have anyone he wanted, and as many as he wanted. He sat and stared at Imogen Daniels' profile page for a few minutes, then double clicked the Master Program.

"Welcome back, Stephen."

"Hi...I... would like to see Imogen Daniels, please?" he asked timidly, wondering if the program was, or even could judge him, "the one from my lecture classes."

She immediately appeared, wearing a low-cut top and very tight jeans, and outfit he had seen her wear a couple of times in lectures, which had induced a semi-erection both times. As a physicist, he rarely got to see women, let alone hot ones, in his classes. Imogen was a natural science student, who took three courses with him, which were, not coincidentally, the courses for which he attended the most lectures. Her face resembled Rachel Bilson and her body was incredibly slender. He put her at about 5'8", with smallish breasts; her only downside, in his opinion, other than a slight hint of 'ghetto booty'. She was almost perfect, in fact, with DD breasts, and a small reduction in the size of her arse she would be perfect. Physically that is. She was a total bitch and that is why she would be his first target; it was easy to reconcile in her mind.

"Where is Imogen now?"

A map appeared on screen, with a blue dot labelled 'User' positioned in his flat, while a green dot labelled 'Subject' was located inside the university's library.

"Can you make her come to this flat?"

"Opening Command Routine...you can now issue one off commands to given individual; this will not use one of your 999 remaining slots."

"Right... I want Imogen to come to my flat, but make her think she is going to her flat. And when she gets here have her buzz in, thinking she has forgot her keys. Make her think it's her flatmate letting her in."

"Task complete."

Stephen watched in anticipation and fear as the green dot began to move to the bus stop. He began planning what changes he would make as the green dot sped along the road towards his flat.

For twenty minutes his eyes followed the progress of the dot up to his flat door, when he heard the door buzzer go. "Julie? You in? I've left my keys inside."

He buzzed her in and then quickly addressed the computer.

"Uh, once she is in, make sure Imogen doesn't perceive me. Just make her walk into the room and stand there," he said in a panicked voice, pointing next to the kitchen table, "and like, put her in a trance type thing."

"Task complete," answered the program as the door knocked.

Trembling, Stephen opened the door to see Imogen standing there looking dazed. He moved to one side and she strode to the exact spot he indicated and then took up a position to exactly mirror the Macbook's screen, bar the slow rotation. Stephen hurriedly shut the door and drew the curtains, to make sure no one could see what was going on.

"Im...Imogen?," said Stephen, his voice shaky. He prodded her shoulder, but all she did was tilt to one side, then back again when he stopped proding. Feeling very seedy, he dropped his jeans and underwear to reveal his hardening penis.

"OK," he said, very slowly, before gripping his fledgling erection, "I want Imogen to undress, and then resume her pose."

He began to beat at his dick as she stepped out of her plim-soles and removed her top. She wasn't being seductive at all, but he had wanked over her naked body in his mind so many times that he couldn't wait to see the real thing. The clothes on her on-screen avatar faded one by one, updating her state of dress, within a second of it occurring in real life. Once she returned to her unnaturally still state, he released his pole and began examining her body, both real and virtual.

"Turn side-on to me," he instructed her. She followed his command and presented her left side to him. Stephen's guilt was ebbing, partly because he was too horny to care, and partly because her current lack of humanity made her seem less real. He brought up the slider for her buttocks which were now the focus off the screen. After some trial and error, he reduced the overall mass of them by 7.3%, which made the curve of her bum more proportional to the rest of her body. He commanded her to face away, so that he could see the real bum from behind. He tightened the buttocks very slightly, and increased her hip size marginally. Pleased with his work, he committed the changes, and watched her bum re-shape.

He wanked over her again for a minute, feeling very aroused that he had the power to shape her in any way he pleased, then changed the focus of the screen to her breasts. He made the real Imogen face him too and began looking between the two sets of breasts. He used the text editor on the 'cup size' field to increase the already existing 32B to 32DD. He watched them grow onscreen then pondered to himself. Tentatively, he upped them again to 32EE, and began to touch himself as they grew once again. They were now about as large as her head when looked at face on, and nearly the depth of her ribcage when examined side on. One thing that did disappoint him was that they had a modest level of sagging, presumably to preserve the natural look and feel of them. Slightly bored of fiddling with the sliders, he issued verbal commands to the program, "Make Imogen's breasts firmer and commit the changes." He watched as her bosom swelled to several times their original size, this time looking perfectly pert, just like he had imagined.

"Out of curiosity, can you give her breast impants?"

"No, I could alter her shape, to emulate the appearance of fake breasts, but I cannot create the implants, without severely contravening physical laws."

"So, no piercings?"

"I can create piercings on the body, but you would have to acquire the jewellery."

"Tattoos?"

"I can emulate the look of tattoo ink by altering pigmentation, or if the subject were to ingest the required volume of tattoo ink, I could redirect it and create a real tattoo."

"OK, I'll get my hands on those tomorrow, for now, let's just tune her up. Can I make standardised routines, to apply to people so I don't have to keep re-entering all my commands?"

"Yes."

"OK, I would like you to create a routine, call it the 'health routine', and it removes all the health issues, eyesight problems, etc, etc, that you did for me yesterday, tunes up the digestive system, stops ageing, just don't mess with body fat. Apply this routine to Imogen." He waited until confirmation of the task being complete, which came just after a small spot on the left side of her chin vanished.

"OK," he said, nodding his head approvingly, "now the 'intelligence routine'; improve her overall intelligence and memory, but every time I apply this routine, I want a prompt by how much this routine changes these characteristics. Apply."

"How much would you like her intelligence improved by?"

"Five percent."

"And memory?"

"By a third."

"Task complete."

"OK, I'm gonna create a whole new routine, call it the 'female grooming routine'. Firstly," he said, looking at her stubbly legs, "I want all external body hair completely and permanently removed, except for eyebrows and scalp hair. Eyebrows should have a neat appearance and no strays over her nose. For hair on the pubis, I want a prompt, where I'll instruct you on how to groom it, same for head hair, actually. If I choose the subject to retain pubic hair there then it should be no longer than a centimetre and be as soft as head hair. Colour will remain the same unless I state otherwise. Do not mess with internal hair, if it has an important purpose, like for trapping dust entering the nose and stuff, but, actually, if it is visible, minimise it if safe. Tan the subject's skin to, uh, well, um, you can read my mind and decide how much tan I like, but do vary it a little. Make toenails permanently well trimmed and neat, and fingernails, just a little bit long. If they do break then re-grow them overnight. Oh crap, nearly forgot eyelashes! Keep them, and make them long and sexy."

"I think I am ready to apply..." he said, pondering to himself, when he looked at her feet again, "Oh yeah, and make her feet and legs perfectly accustomed to walking in heels, without changing their outward appearance. Now apply!"

"How would you like head hair to be styled?"

He looked at her hair as it was now, brown; a few shades lighter than his own, nearly straight and just touching her shoulders. He let out a 'hmmm' before speaking, "grow it down to between her shoulder-blades and make it a bit wavier."

"Pubic hair?"

"Leave just a square, or rather, uh what's the name? Like a truncated triangle? Oh yeah, trapezium. So, about an inch in height and an inch at its widest point; the top."

He went in closer to her body as the transformation began; he could see her nails growing and shrinking to reach uniformity, he also observed her head hair lengthen while the hair on her vulva disappeared, all but a near square that lay a pinkie finger's width above her slit. She was now possibly the single hottest woman he ever saw. She looked like someone had photo-shopped real life, which he supposed he had done, in a way. Flawless tanned skin, thick shiny hair and enormous pert boobs made him wank over her furiously for a few minutes. Nervously, he reached out with his left hand, and cupped her right breast, lifting it up and releasing it.

"Wow, those are heavy... I see why girls need bras now. One last routine, 'breast enlargement'; always make them pert, like this, but prompt on size, and well, I want you to make her not have to wear a bra, say by tightening any muscles or skin or something, so the subject can support her own breasts, irrelevant of size. Apply."

"What cup size would you like?"

"Oh, uh, keep them at this size."

"Task complete."

"OK, send her back to her flat now but I suppose we need to make some modifications? To stop her questioning what has happened to her?"

"By default, all subjects, unless they are aware of the Master Program, by being a user, or being informed by a user, will automatically believe they changed naturally or were always the way they were, as of the most recent change, as will all the people around them."

"Cool, but what about photos and videos?"

"Normally, I am not permitted to control inanimate objects, but in the case of photos and videos, it has a greater impact factor to leave them unchanged. Other items, for instance, an ill-fitting bra would, by default, no longer be able to be perceived by the subject or others. You can suggest an alternate method if you so wish, such as disposing of contradictory items."

"Oh, right. Why can't you make it such that people perceive videos or photos to look like the changed subject?"

"The high level of digital information exchange means there is a risk of having to alter too many people."

"Right, well, make Imogen get dressed, without her underwear. In fact, make her think that she doesn't need to wear underwear. Make her put the underwear on the table, then leave and get back on the bus. Make her think she has been on the bus back from university this whole time, and not question the time she has lost."

He watched her naked form put her black thong and pink bra on the table in front of him, before pulling her jeans up over her bare crotch. He gently wanked over her, until she pulled the top she had been wearing back over her chest. Her nipples were hard from standing around naked in the cool flat, and her cleavage was the most epic cleavage he had possibly ever seen. As soon as she exited his flat he went to the window and watched for as long as he could. After she was out of sight, he sat down at his laptop and stared at her pokey nipples, wondering how many people were doing the same to the real Imogen.

"Can I see what Imogen is doing right now?"

"Yes, activating 'live mode'," replied the computer, and Imogen was standing in a more natural position, tapping her foot, presumably waiting at the bus stop, "Would you like to activate environment mode?"

"Yeah, go on then," said Stephen and a street materialised around Imogen. A bus pulled up next to her and she boarded it, walking towards the nearest seat. A thought crossed Stephen's mind, while he still slowly rubbed his erection. He smiled to himself, then pressed the 'toggle clothes' button. Imogen's clothes disappeared, and it looked as if she was sitting there, naked in public. The sight was so arousing that he could feel his climax coming. He looked down at her crossed legs and remembered how smooth her labia looked. He tilted his head back; focused on the image and then felt the grip of orgasm, as semen squirted and leaked out of his bell-end. A wave of guilt washed over him within seconds of his climax finishing and he stopped to stare at the screen. No longer driven by sexual arousal, he felt thoroughly ashamed at altering another human being to become his own personal glamour model. He hovered around the 'Revert' button when something occurred to him.

"Make me the subject." The screen changed to a full body shot of him.

"Remove my...uh...after-orgasm period the..."

"Refractory period; setting it to zero seconds."

His guilt was quickly replaced with mild arousal as his post-orgasmic low disappeared. His penis started to erect itself as soon as he thought of Imogen's 32EE breasts. He brought up her image again and turned her naked, so that he could wank over her. It took ten minutes to for him to climax again, and he had to slow down due to oversensitivity, but he remained totally rigid. The sensitiveness waned and he knew he would have been able to get right to it again but he decided to stop, and edit himself a little more, otherwise he would have just kept going all evening.

"First, give me full conscious control of my erection. Next, make sure I can come to the precipice of orgasm but never actually cum unless I specifically decide to do, and I can do so any time I am erect. Also, reduce my post-orgasm sensitivity to... 1.1 times my regular sensitivity. Apply."

As soon as the task was complete, he made his dick switch between flaccid and erect a few times, then began to wank. After fifteen minutes, he felt like he was on the edge, he could feel the orgasm brimming, but it wouldn't go any further, he thought to himself about orgasming and that very second, a modest helping of cum squeezed its way out of his tip. Still erect, he thought about cumming again, which he did but this time it was even less powerful and less sperm emerged. He stroked his rod and thought about another improvement.

"Make sure subsequent orgasms don't reduce in strength. Apply."

"Task complete."

"Also, what is my average ejaculation distance and volume?" he asked, with a grin on his face.

"1.2 feet and 5.2 millilitres, respectively."

"OK, what about the greatest distance and volume I have ever achieved?"

"3.8 feet and 6.7 millilitres."

"Right, set my average ejaculation to be...11 mils, and this will not vary by greater than 10% at any orgasm, make every spurt 1.5 times thicker than my current most thick spurt, again with no variance greater than 10%. The first spurt should go the farthest, between 3 and 5 feet, while the succeeding two-thirds of the volume should travel between 1 and 3 feet. The rest can dribble out. Also, make it tasteless," he said, wanking as fast as he could, thinking about spurting huge loads all over Imogen, "Apply." As the computer confirmed its task was complete, huge ropes of semen accelerated across the room and leaving a thick gooey white trail from his seat to the door. He made his penis go flaccid and collected some kitchen roll from the sink.

Still reeling from the many orgasms, even after the time it took to clean up the copious volume of sperm, he sat down at his Macbook, and minimised the Master Program to open up Firefox. He found the nearest piercing and tattoo parlours, of which there were plenty in Camden and checked how much money he had in his wallet. His tener and various coins totalled £14.53; not enough, he presumed, to pick up the items he had in mind. He looked at the Master Program, thought to himself, then spoke, "you can run on any computerised device... right?"

"Yes."

"Even on my phone?" he queried, removing the Blackberry from his pocket.

"Yes."

The phone's downloading symbol appeared the right hand corner of the screen, for around 20 seconds, and then the screen went black, as his Macbook had done yesterday.

"Welcome, Stephen," said his phone.

"Cool!" he said, excitedly, "what can I do on the phone?"

"You can do everything via voice commands, provided the main the Master Program is running."

"Brilliant, well start up the Command...Interface was it? I need to do some manipulating."

Stephen walked to the tattoo parlour, after creating a new routine, which he called 'hypnosis'. When he activated this command the subject would agree with him completely, regardless of what he asked, and then afterwards, their memories would be altered to perfectly explain the incident. In this case, the piercer sold him £35 worth of rings and barbells, both curved and straight, for £14 as well as giving him several bottles of ink. Stephen was informed the piercer would only remember giving him £14 worth of stuff, the existence of the rest would be erased from his memory altogether. He felt a little guilty at essentially stealing, but he looked at his new acquisitions, and thought about his plans for Imogen. Arousal took over, as his penis rose and he began to masturbate with a dirty smile.

Stephen's alarm went off at 9am and he couldn't wait any longer to bring Imogen to his flat and decorate her. Still in bed and dick in hand, he pulled his Macbook onto his chest and loaded her file onto the Master Program. He chose to cum violently into his sheets when he saw her shower, waiting until she was out before commanding her to come to his flat, under the same conditions as yesterday. It would take her about 20 minutes to get to his place, so he showered quickly, and put on some clothes, still feeling that being naked while she was in a trance was too creepy for him. He programmed her to wear something he would like, only specifying that it should bare her waist, and then toggled her clothes off, so that it was a surprise when she arrived.

He went online and browsed some tattoo designs for a few minutes when he heard her voice over the buzzer, "Hey Julie, just stepped out and realised I forgot my keys." He buzzed her in and waited so eagerly that he was actually rocking in his chair, staring at her naked form. He leapt up from his chair the moment the door knocked and he rushed over to open it. He let out a sigh of pure ecstasy when he saw her outfit; she wore red shoes with metal stiletto heels that were no shorter than 4 inches, three-quarter length black leggings and a white cotton top that loosely draped over her extraordinarily large breasts. He observed her walk in and mechanically deposit her bag by the door. He forced down the erection that sprung up when he observed that her entire midriff was exposed; the leggings were low-riding, and the top finished in-line with her belly-button, or rather, it would have had her enormous chest not helped to heave the fabric up a couple of inches.




The Master Program Ch. 02



"OK," he said, sitting back down in front of the laptop, "undress."

She did as commanded, revealing her perfectly crafted body to Stephen, who spoke as soon as she went stationary again, "Actually, put those heels back on, you will now want to wear heels all the time, except when it is impractical, like swimming, driving, sleeping, etc. You'll especially like wearing them during sex." He realised when he talked about sex, he hadn't actually thought seriously about screwing her, but he instantly forced that new moral dilemma to the back of his mind for now.

"Oh and stand seductively," he added, quickly. The changes were applied and she stood just in heels, weight on her left leg, with the left hand on the corresponding hip. He gave up resisting and pulled out his hardened penis.

He began stroking his own dick as he spoke, "OK, so first stick your tongue out."

He watched as she obeyed, sticking it out as far as it would go.

"Right, Master Program, give her a standard tongue piercing that will never heal over. When it's done...you," he commanded, looking over at Imogen, not feeling quite comfortable enough to say her name, "place the straight bar into the piercing."

In the centre of Imogen's tongue, a small dip formed, getting deeper until it made a hole. As soon as it was done, she reached over to the table and picked up the straight barbell, which lay next to the laptop. In his excitement last night, he had chosen the jewellery he wanted for her, mixing and matching the rings and bars in the colour combinations he liked best. The straight bar was black, while the ball bearings on either end were a bright magenta. Next to where the bar had lain were two rings, also magenta, with black ball bearings, and two curved bars; one with black balls and a magenta bar, the other was the opposite. He waited until she was done, allowing himself 30 seconds of masturbating and staring before making her put her tongue away.

"Next," he took a few breaths, "create horizontal piercings, in both nipples, again so they'll never heal over. Optimise them for rings, rather than bars. Then, I want you to put the rings in." As before, she waited until the holes were made, then picked up one of the rings and with ease, removed the ball and just as easily inserted it and replaced the ball. This intrigued him, as he had fiddled for over an hour to remove and replace the ball bearings in the rings, and he wondered if the Master Program has inserted this skill into Imogen, or was remotely controlling her. He watched her insert the second ring, his eyes occasionally wandering to the first one, admiring how perfect they looked; both rings were a little thicker in gauge than the standard rings, so he was told, and he could slide the ring down almost to the base of his middle finger; exactly what he had wanted.

Getting impatient, he spoke as soon as the second ring was in Imogen's left nipple, "OK, last two, same procedure, vertical belly piercing, in the top of the button and a vertical clitoris hood piercing." The excitement laced his voice as he committed the changes and he watched as his plaything executed his commands without question. The pink belly bar took 20 seconds to place but for her clitoral hood, Imogen had to take a seat on the edge of the table and spread her legs just wide of shoulder width. As if she had done it a million times, she spread her outer labia with her left hand, and guided the black bar into the piercing with her right hand. She adeptly screwed on the second ball bearing and then tugged on the bar to align it in place, a sight that Stephen could barely watch due to the incredible level of arousal it caused him.

"Lick your nipples, one at a time. No wait, tug on the rings, one at time first, then lick them," he said, words only just able to come out as he furiously pumped his dick. He stared at Imogen as she tugged on the right nipple and then the left, proceeding afterwards to then flash her fresh tongue piercing as it glided alongside each nipple ring. She returned to her pose and he took himself under control by forcing his penis into its flaccid state.

"OK, onto the tattoos. How is the easiest way to describe this?"

"The easiest way is for you to picture what you want in your mind and I will then perform the task."

"But what if my mental image is blurry?"

"I will extrapolate. Should I continue?"

"OK... I suppose, go on."

He pictured her back in his head; on the left shoulder blade he thought of some Chinese symbols that spelt 'Imogen', not that he knew how to spell her name in Chinese, and on the right he thought of a large butterfly, mid-flight, as viewed from the side. Moving to the lower back, he delighted in imagining her perfect back adorned with a wide tramp stamp positioned so it sat just upon the crest of her buttocks. The image was of a dragonfly, from above, such that the tip of its tail just sat between her cleavage. Splayed out either side of the dragonfly, covering two-thirds the width of her back, were tribal markings. Mentally, he turned her around and looked to her near-flat stomach. Here he drew two stars, which lay on opposite sides of her stomach, aligned with an imaginary vertical line drawn up the centre of her thighs, and high enough that the top half of each star would protrude above the waist line of most jeans and skirts. Both stars were solid colour; the right one was dark green, while the left one was deep purple. He then proceeded to imagine her left wrist; on the palm side he drew a red rose and some leaves. Finally, he moved onto her feet. A vine wrapped itself around the joint to her left big toe, then over the top of her foot, towards the outside of her ankle. Here, it crept around her lower calf, in an almost horizontal bracelet, before snaking its way up the side of her calf, stopping short of the back of her knee by three or so inches. He added some fuzzy flora to the vine, before moving to the right foot. In his mind the outline of a one inch by one inch heart appeared on the top of her foot, offset towards the outside edge, so that the apex of the heart nearly touched the point between her fourth and fifth toes. He hesitated for a second then opened his eyes.

"Got all that?"

"Yes. I will instruct the subject to ingest the correct quantities of ink." As Imogen took the first bottle of ink he dearly hoped the program wouldn't accidentally poison her or something. He crossed his fingers all the while she was sipping from the various bottles and when she returned to her 'seductive pose' next to the table. He waited in anticipation for a few seconds, when he saw two stars fade into view on her hips. He made her turn round and saw the back tattoos gently come into existence. He noticed that the designs were all based on his mental images, but were vastly improved in terms of artistic talent. The tramp stamp for instance had turquoises and pinks augmenting greens and blues, while the tribal parts looked like ornate filaments rather than the chunky black lines his mind had drawn. The shoulder butterfly looked so elegant, as it filled will browns and oranges, and the shading made it look almost real. The vine on her leg and foot was embellished with flower buds, petals and tiny butterflies, in a design he hardly believed was his own brain child.

"Task complete."

"Holy fuck...spin for me," said the flabbergasted Stephen, as he ogled and wanked.

"Such a slut," he whispered to himself, knowing that she only looked that way because of him. He made her stop after she had spun three times and he looked at her; she was his perfect slut. He had actually created his fantasy sexual partner...but now what? He asked himself that question and he didn't like the reply. Having sex with her and sending her away without any memories of the incident; it bore too much resemblance to spiking her with rohypnol. His morals fought with his erection, but eventually his morals won out; he deflated his hard-on and commanded her to get dressed. He looked disappointedly at Imogen, wondering how he couldn't even fuck his ultimate fantasy, when she was under his total control, and then sighed when she had completed getting dressed. He looked longingly at her figure, first to her crotch, where he could just make out the pink ball bearing peeking through her outer lips and pressing against the fabric of her thin leggings. His eyes then went to her chest, where evidence of her nipple rings was not hard to spot, despite her wearing a loose top. He darted between these, her belly button and all of her visible tattoos, before cursing himself.

"Go back to your flat," he said, while thinking he would never get a chance to have sex. As she walked to the door, most of her new tramp stamp was visible above her leggings, and it coaxed his erection back into life.

"Wait! Stop there!" Imogen brought her legs together and froze in place.

"If I program her to want me, is it...is it...well rape?"

"Interactions between variables are used to create relationships, which often results in the alteration of the mind-states of one or all of the variables in question. Directly programming this mind-state would have the ultimate same effect as using the correct social interactions to coax a change in mind-state. In some cases, direct programming would actually have a more positive effect than relying on an unpredictable action and response system. To answer your question, you can program the subject to be exactly like someone who would volunteer consent for sexual actions with you."

"OK, I'll take that as you saying no... but, how much would I have to change her? Actually, tell me how much a person's 'mind-set' changes with age."

"The rate of change varies greatly for a given age range, but between the ages of 18-25, the average mind-set is altered by one-third."

"OK, well to remove someone's identity, that's almost like killing them, but if it's just a small change, then I suppose it's not so bad. I want you to warn me if any programmed changes alter a mind-set by more than 20%, and I want you to do any changes I order in the most minimal way possible. So, OK, I want you to invent a plausible back-story and say me and Imogen started a casual relationship about a month ago. Apply."

"Task complete, you and the subject talked after attending an academic class and you invited her for a drink at the student bar. She found you strange and quirky, which intrigued her and so she agreed to go on a dinner date. Since then, you have met each other twice a week for a meal or a drink, and once for a trip to the cinema."

"Have we done anything sexual?"

"You have kissed on a few occasions, and after one evening at a bar you engaged in oral sex at this location."

"Hmmm....we sound more like mates who sometimes get together when drunk," he pondered out loud. He was really scared of his first time and he wasn't sure Imogen knowing it was his first time would help, "I want her to have fucked me on our first date, I want her to be really up for sex, not so much that she stops doing work or other important stuff, but let's say she tries to have sex two or three times a day, and likes to touch herself when she can't. I want her to remember sex with me, on our first time, actually, all times, to have been...really good." It took the edge off his nerves a little, the idea that Imogen already thought he was good in bed, but now he had to match up to her expectations.

Stephen sat in his chair staring, at the Macbook's keyboard, and thought deeply to himself. He had mostly reconciled himself with the idea that Imogen would be a genuinely consenting sexual partner, but now he had to decide whether or not he should improve his own ability. Though he was truly terrified at the possibility he might be terrible at sex, he did have confidence in himself that he would at least be satisfactory at what was a pretty basic animal activity. He supposed he could make himself the best Imogen ever had, but then he would never get the satisfaction of knowing he was good at sex under his own steam. He gave the idea another minute of thought, before making a decision.

"Swap subject to me," he said and waited for the screen to change, "OK, I want you to input subconscious thoughts into my head, is that possible?"

"Yes."

"OK, when having sex, I would like subconscious hints to aid me. So say I am fingering Imogen and I stray away from her most sensitive bits, I want to get a feeling that I should move my hand back. But I should still be in control. Also, I don't want you to give me any ideas, so like I don't want you to give me the idea to try a new position, but if think about trying one by myself, I want to get a suggestion on how to do it best," he stopped for a second to think about this, and felt good; this was a sort of tune up of his own abilities rather than giving him something he didn't have, "OK, let's apply."

He considered wrapping it up there, but he knew there was one more thing; his penis. Like any teenage boy, he had worried about how big his dick was, but after measuring it many times in his youth he had come to the conclusion that he was at least average. Now a man of 20 he felt rather secure with its size, but that was before he had the power to change it in any way he wanted. He internally joked with himself that he could make it ten inches long and as wide as a coke can, but again, he felt like that was cheating.

"When erect, I want my penis to be 7 inches long and let's say...5% wider than the average penis of that length," he paused to think if that would be too excessive, but decided he was happy. He was about to apply the changes, then wondered about making it look impressive when flaccid, "Also, when flaccid, make it around 4.5 inches long, and never less than 4 inches long. Make it a bit wider than it is now. Apply."

He felt a tingle in his shorts, which he unbuttoned quickly, to admire his new tool. It didn't look outrageous but it would certainly impress in the changing room. He willed it to an erection and couldn't help but smile; it would definitely impress in the bedroom. Happy with himself, he turned to Imogen, who was still facing the door, completely frozen in place. He was about to bring her over to him, when it struck him that she was still in a trance. He carefully thought about what to do.

"Make her think she's heading to the library and she's stopped over on the way. I want her to go outside the flat and then knock on the door. At that point break her trance, and proceed as normal. Also, I just want to ensure out back story is reconciled in the memories of all her friends and mine. Apply."

Imogen strode out the door and shut it behind her. He gathered up all the tattoo ink and stashed it in his laptop bag, which sat next to the kitchen table. He took a deep breath and prepared himself; this would be the first time he ever properly interacted with Imogen and the first time he had sex. He reached out for the door handle slowly, when Imogen knocked on the door again, causing Stephen to jump with nerves.

"Stevieee? Stephen?"

"Oh God..." he whispered to himself. He took one final sigh and turned the door handle.

"Hey Stephen," said Imogen, beaming at him as she leant in to kiss him. He was slightly off-guard, which meant he took a minute to get into it. It was kiss like he'd never experienced before; firstly, he was sober, secondly, she matched his height of 6 feet in her heels and lastly, her piercing caressed his tongue, adding a pleasurable difference in texture. He nervously rested his hands on her hips, running his hands over the waistband of her leggings. He panicked for a second when she grabbed his right hand, with her left, and pulled it away, but relaxed when she directed over her ribcage and towards her left breast. As he cautiously cupped the side of the breast, she sidled round him and swung the door shut.

"Tug my rings, I know you love to," she offered, after pulling away from the kiss. She stuck her chest out, while both his hands went to grip her nipple piercings. He pulled downwards on each one alternately, which caused Imogen to moan out every time. She whipped off her top and tossed it aside as she stepped backwards, until her bum rested on the table edge. Stephen was still gripping her nipple rings as he followed her to the table.

She took his left wrist with her hand and guided it down to her pubic area, directing him to slide his hand into her leggings. He did so eagerly, feeling it get warmer and warmer until he reached smooth wet skin. Her vulva was thoroughly drenched, as were her leggings, not that he needed further indication that she was aroused. He was not sure if he should jump right into it, so he began to run his fingers over her slippery outer lips.

"Ooooh," she moaned, "don't tease me; I'm too horny for that; I had to start rubbing myself in the library."

She gripped his wrist with both hands and begged, "Please, I need it."

"OK," he said, aware that this was the only word he had said to her since she entered.

He moved his hand to rub her clit, which he found with no problem as her piercing flagged up its location clearly. He could feel with delight the bar rubbing against her clit; aiding his masturbation of her. He used his right hand to manipulate her nipples; he could feel an unseen force directing him exactly how and where to touch and he silently thanked his magic program. The fingers on her clit slid down towards her hole, where his hand turned palm up so that he could enter her. His middle and index finger penetrated her with almost no resistance, where they were subliminally guided to her g-spot. He leant forward and placed his right hand on the kitchen table so that he could pump her deeper and faster.

"Oh yes, that's perfect," she moaned and released his wrist so that she could grab his neck and pull him in for a deep, grateful kiss. Furthering her gratitude, she hastily undid his shorts, pushing them down his thighs, along with his boxers, so that she could reveal his hefty erection. Still gasping and panting she looked into Stephen's eyes, in a gaze filled with lust and grabbed his shaft so she could stroke and massage it with her right hand.

"I love how big your dick is. It's so hard. Put it in me. I need it," she pleaded with him as she pushed him out from between her legs. She slid her thumbs into her leggings, next to the stars on her waist, and peeled them downwards while giving Stephen a cheeky grin. She stepped out of her shoes, one at a time, only for long enough to shed her leggings and then steered his dick towards her own sex organ. He tingled all over the closer his penis got, knowing he was about to have sex with the hottest girl he had ever seen. Both of them exhaled in pleasure as his dick entered her and tunnelled its way deeper. When all but the base of his shaft was inside her he felt his helmet make contact with her cervix, prompting a groan from Imogen's mouth. Enjoying the warmth of her tunnel, he commenced thrusting his hips back and forth each motion guided by the Master Program's subconscious hints.

"Yes, I'm so close, keep going like that," she said, almost crying in pleasure. She lay down on her back, along the length of the table, almost knocking his laptop to the floor. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Her thighs were angled apart giving her access to rub her clit with her right hand. He watched as she made circles with her index, middle and ring finger, a vision that gave him pleasure too. In fact, at this point he felt he was on the verge of orgasm, but chose not to take it; instead he took pleasure in being on the precipice of climax.

"Sooooo cloooose," she managed to whimper through her bliss. She yelled out as her back arched and her left hand gripped the table as if she were hanging off the edge of a cliff. Over the next thirty seconds, Imogen's heavy breathing subsided but she was still grunting as Stephen propelled into her, who was still experiencing a near-orgasm state. He pulled out of her and aimed his dick between her legs and released his orgasm. A jet of sperm flew over her body, landing on the left side of her face and in her hair. She shut her eyes and flinched away instinctively, and sat up on her elbows as heavy globs of sperm streamed across her breasts and stomach.




The Master Program Ch. 02



"Dude! What are you doing?!" exclaimed Imogen as put her hand out to guard against his manually stimulated barrage, "You been watching too much porn or something?"

Unable to think about anything to say to her as cum dribbled down his pumping hand, he panicked and turned to his Macbook, "Master Program, freeze her!" Instantly, Imogen froze, leaning on her right elbow, her left hand up with his thick load dribbling down its palm. He took a few seconds to gather himself before nervously speaking.

"Why did she not like that?" he said, his voice laden with guilt.

"The subject feels that ejaculating on her body is degrading."

"So she doesn't like sperm?"

"Like many female humans, she enjoys the feeling of semen inside of her womb, due to the instinctual desire to procreate..."

"Oh crap! Protection!" he exclaimed remembering all the 'safe sex' lessons he had had at school. He immediately recalled that she had a super immune system like his but that wouldn't stop her getting pregnant.

"Is Imogen on any contraception?"

"Yes, the pill."

"OK, that's good. Make her think she is taking it, but actually render her infertile and stop her...'time of the month', without changing anything else of her physiology. While you're at it, stop me being fertile too. Until I want to have kids...same for Imogen."

"Task complete."

"So, about this sperm thing... can you make her like being cummed on?"

"Task complete."

Looking at her cum covered body, he smiled to himself again, "Can you make her put on a show each time? Like lick it and play with it, for a few minutes, before she has to clean up? And maybe don't clean it up if she doesn't have to?" he paused for a second then thought of himself spunking inside of her, "Also, make her not worry about condoms anymore." He realised that seemed a bit redundant, but he still liked the thought that she wouldn't ever consider using a rubber again.

"Task complete."

He repositioned himself between her legs and directed them so that her shoes were touching behind his back. He took a deep breath and hoped his changes had worked.

"Unfreeze her."

"I love how much spunk you give me," she moaned seductively. He watched in disbelief as she licked the cum from her hand and swallowed it while smiling as sexily as she could. She broke her gaze to run her thumb up her cheek, collecting a long strand of white goo, which she let drip onto her tongue piercing. She giggled in a very girlish way as she played with another blob she had extracted from her hand then leant in to kiss Stephen lightly on the lips. She moved him out of her way and dismounted the table, walking towards her abandoned top and leggings, her hips swinging like an erotic pendulum. She continued her show by crossing her legs at the ankles and bending down at the waist when picking up her clothes, such that Stephen got an unhindered view of her hairless slit and anus.

"I really needed that, but I need to get to the library," she said, with an exaggerated look of disappointment on her face, "promise me you'll have a nice big load saved up for me for later?"

"P...promise," stammered Stephen, still overwhelmed by the sexuality oozing from Imogen and still a little reserved about actually having a conversation with her, "uh, later?"

"Yeah, for dinner, oven me a pizza or something, I don't want to waste time we can devote to sex," she beamed at the word sex then pulled her leggings over her bum to finish getting dressed. Some globs of cum were still visible on her stomach and on her cleavage but she dealt with these by scooping them up with her index finger and swallowing them in an absent-minded way, all the while looking round the flat.

After a minute she stopped looking round and turned to Stephen, "where's my coat?"

"Coat? You didn't have a coat."

She looked like she was about to talk when she suddenly and unexpectedly stiffened up into 'trance mode' and turned to face the door.

"Imogen?" called Stephen, in a confused voice.

She began walking to the door, ignoring him, so he commanded her to freeze just as she reached the door.

"What is she doing? Why is she on about a coat?"

"The subject would not have been comfortable travelling in her current state of dress, so I made her believe she wore a coat. When she decided to leave I had to enter her into a mode of low perception."

"She was embarrassed of being scantily dressed? After that cum thing I thought she would be up for anything..."

"The subject originally enjoyed being sexually desired when in a sexual situation or with a sexual partner; I increased this desire greatly. She also links her own sexual enjoyment to her perception of how satisfied her partner is so I increased how much she views the ejaculation of sperm as a sign of male satisfaction. However, both these parameters relate only to the subject's desires when in private."

"OK, so she's a closet slut. Can you make her one in public, without changing her too much?"

"The subject has a strong desire to look aesthetically pleasing at all times; I can make her perceive that the best way to achieve this is by looking sexual desirable."

"hmmmm...I can't argue with that...but I don't want her to get in trouble I suppose, so I...suppose I don't really want her to wander about naked but it would be pretty hot if she wasn't shy about exposing herself. I suppose it wouldn't be possible to make everyone think she looks hot, enough to make them not care if she was to accidentally flash or something?"

"I can make those who already find the subject attractive more forgiving of her social transgression due to their attraction. Those mildly attracted to her could be temporarily altered to be in a more receptive state. However, those who do not find the subject attractive, or are staunchly opposed to public displays of nudity would require significant changes before they became accepting; in their situation I could divert their interest elsewhere so that they would not notice the subject. Please be aware in groups significantly exceeding 1,000 people success is not guaranteed as alterations may exceed the maximum impact factor."

"Yeah...do it...but," he said, thinking about how noisy she had been during sex, "Can you do that for someone overhearing her when she's having sex...and actually what about being seen, in say, a discreet public area."

"Those in the 18-30 age range are more likely to find evidence of current sexual activity to be comical or a source of entertaining gossip. I can enhance this, but for those opposed to indiscrete sexual displays I can cause distraction, again, on small scales."

"Cool. Do it."

"Finally, let's give her some positive reinforcement," he said, "if someone is attracted to her, give them a little more confidence, and compliment her, when she's being a little overtly sexual in public and make her like the attention."

If he was truly honest, that last command was a way to boost his ego; he liked the fact lots of guys would be trying to get with a girl that was having sex with him. He looked over at Imogen and decided she was complete; she was his spunk-loving, barely-dressed, nymphomaniac plaything.

"OK, I want you to unfreeze her when I say so," he ordered to the computer. He was a little nervous at the prospect of having to call her on the phone from now on, when he realised he didn't have her number. He walked around the frozen Imogen and retrieved her phone from her bag but it required a password to unlock. He commanded her to unlock it so he could input each number into the other phone, before returning hers to the bag. He walked back over to where he was when she first asked about her coat, and ordered her to return to where she had been.

"And...unfreeze."

"Bye Stevie," said Imogen, leaning into kiss him on the lips. She stroked the bulge beneath his shorts with a curved motion of her right hand then gave him a sly smile, "Miss you."

As he watched her swinging buttocks head towards the door he wondered if he could program himself to sleep until the evening or, even better, if he could program her not to care about her exams especially when she bent down to fetch her bag and saw the moisture between her crotch. She stepped through the threshold of the door and turned round to face him. She stuck her tongue out cheekily and lifted her top up over her breasts to reveal some cum was still stuck to parts of her chest. Without any fear of being seen in the corridor it seemed, she held the pose for a few more seconds then shut the door.

The wait for that evening had been unbearable; he had masturbated over Imogen's virtual avatar several times during his revision session before she finally arrived at around 6:30. He had already put the pizzas on when she texted him to say she was heading round and they ate as quickly as they could, Imogen doing so naked, totally of her own volition. They had sex for nearly two hours, which included Stephen's first blowjob. He was wowed by how much he could feel her tongue stud sliding along his shaft, and although he had nothing to compare it to, he was sure it was making it feel even more fantastic than without. He felt a little guilty when his powerful stream of cum caused Imogen to nearly choke and he made a mental note to tone down the jet-stream when receiving head. Oddly, when it came to 9pm, he started to feel a bit nervous about having her sleep over, like he was scared if she woke up next to him the spell might wear off. Fortunately for him, she decided to go back to her flat as she didn't have a change of clothes. The next day she came over in the morning, went to the library and returned for sex during a break for lunch. She came round a final time that day in the evening but, once again, left after a few hours on the same premise as the previous night.

Late on Saturday morning, Imogen had come over for an hour-long sex session before leaving to buy some groceries. After she left it occurred to Stephen that Imogen had been round at his flat six times for sex, but they still hadn't had a real conversation. He had kind of expected that they were working towards a real relationship, but aside from 10-15 minutes to eat a meal together, all the time they had spent with each other had been having sex. He was finishing up a section of a maths module with speed only possible due to his augmented intellect when he got bored of waiting for Imogen to come back. He loaded up the Master Program and brought up Imogen's profile. He toggled the clothes button a couple of times before he realised she was naked except for a pair platform black heels. He 'hmm-ed' to himself and then activated 'live' mode.

"What the fuck!?" exclaimed Stephen as the image faded into the screen. Imogen was on her back arms and legs wrapped around a naked guy who was thrusting into her vigorously. He looked at her face and it looked like she was enjoying it...loudly. He noticed the tell tale signs of her orgasm; she gripped her lover tighter, scrunched up her eyes and then buried her head deeply into his shoulder. He waited a couple of seconds to watch her arch backwards, no doubt emitting a sharp groan, and then release all her muscles. Recalling how it felt when she gripped him, his penis responded by stiffening to an erection, despite Stephen's confusion and annoyance. He contemplated programming her to stop, but then he figured that programming her is what lead to this in the first place. As he reached for his phone he watched a subdued Imogen exchange words with the guy inside her before they changed places so that he was on the edge of the bed and she was moving to straddle him. She looked exhausted, which was no surprise considering the amount of sex she had had over the past few hours, but she deftly maintained a good rhythm as she rode his body. Phone in hand, he watched the girl he had assumed was exclusively his, buck her hips over another guy's lap until it looked like they both achieved a simultaneous orgasm. Stephen's phone had begun ringing Imogen's; he watched as she lazily dismounted her partner and lackadaisically headed towards her bag. She could see her say a few words to the random guy and he began to get dressed again, right before she retrieved her mobile.

"Hey, Stephen! Just one minute sweetie," she answered cheerfully, but he could hear the blissful fatigue in her voice. She said something to her partner and he could hear his voice muffled over the phone. He could see the guy materialise on the screen, fully dressed now, as he walked by Imogen, who gave him a friendly peck on the cheek, then he vanished, to the simultaneous noise of a door closing, through his mobile.

"I was just going to call you; I've been a bit unexpectedly busy. The library closes pretty early today so I don't know if I can be bothered to go all the way in, besides, lately I've been making loads of progress, like I've become magically more clever," she giggled, unaware at how on the money she was, "Julie has been asking for some help with this organic chemistry module we both take. It's a bitch, but I think I've got my head round some stuff that we were struggling with before, so I'm gonna do that for a few hours, then I can come round to yours."

"You don't have to come round if you don't want to..." said Stephen, very unsure of how to respond to her.

"What? You couldn't keep me away! After a session of organic chemistry there's no way I'd pass on a good lay! I'll see you then, OK? I need to go and put my groceries away; I don't want my freezer stuff to melt." Stephen was thoroughly confused when Imogen hung up. He considered asking the Master Program what was wrong but he just closed it instead and decided to wait for Imogen to come round. Stephen decided to take a break from revision since he couldn't concentrate properly; he was worried about whether the girl he had programmed to want him was about to break up with him and what that said about him. Besides, he was already six days ahead of the rough schedule he had created for himself, which gave him plenty of guilt-free time to chill out and stream a couple of episodes of something online.

At around 5:30, the most recent episode of Futurama had just finished and the buzzer to his flat went off. Sounding as sweet as ever, Imogen asked Stephen to let her into the building. He had checked up on her a few times between episodes and she was indeed helping her flatmate revise, so she hadn't been lying about that, but she was unsure how truthful she was going to be about Mr. Random. He opened the door to her; she was wearing what she had been when she came earlier, which was a pink cropped t-shirt, a black cardigan, and a loose pleated black mini-skirt. He looked at how tight the t-shirt was around her breasts, causing her nipple rings to show though quite obviously, and started to feel arousal, which added to his mix of fear and irritation. His irritation and arousal only worsened when she kissed him hello and he pulled away sharply when it occurred to him that she may have given Mr. Random a blowjob.

"What's up sweetie? You're not as pleased to see me as usual?" she fawned innocently, while touching his flaccid penis though his shorts on the word 'pleased', she gave him a dirty smile and then lifted the front of her skirt to reveal her bare vulva, "I'm very pleased to see you."

"Uh, good. It's just that, were you with someone earlier?"

"Oh, well..." she started, nowhere near as confident and seductive as she was just five seconds earlier, "I, how did you know?"

"I... heard a guy in your room, on the phone?" he said quickly, wondering why he suddenly felt so nervous.

"Yeah, I should've said, I'm sorry; I was planning on having this conversation a bit later today, actually. You see, I'm not really up for any commitment right now," she paused, and Stephen's stomach plummeted, he wondered if she should freeze her now, and try reprogramming her again, or maybe himself, but he decided to listen first, "I really like what we have, in fact you're probably the best fuck I've ever had, but I just don't want to be attached to anyone right now. It seemed what we have is quite casual, I turn up here, we have sex and then I go. No hassle, no worries, just truly awesome sex. Like amazing sex."

"Riiiight. So? What are you saying?"

"Nothing, I suppose, I feel guilty now that I didn't make it clearer that I just want sex from this," she said gesturing to the invisible connection between the two of them, "especially since I went off and slept with someone else. Don't judge me too badly for this," she paused to make a slightly forced nervous laugh, "but I met him on the bus, he chatted me up and was really charming, offered to help with my shopping, and then, well, I invited him in, and well, it was great. I've never done that before; I'm not even sure we told each other our names! I mean I have had a couple of one night stands, but never with a total stranger. Truth is, he was really good, but if I had to choose him or you, I'd choose you. In fact, I'm pretty sure, for sex, I'd choose you over almost anyone but I...uh... don't think I can choose you over everyone. So what I'm asking is, or maybe saying, is that we're free to mess around with others, right?"

He paused. He didn't know what to say, he seemed to have programmed her to be a sex maniac, but somehow forgotten to focus that mania onto himself. She was definitely a slut now, and he wasn't all that sure he was bothered. He sort of stopped to think about what a relationship with Imogen meant, and realised he didn't actually like her and if she wanted to sleep around then he supposed he didn't really care enough to stop her. He also didn't really have the guts to say no either.

"OK. Yeah. I suppose that's OK."

"Yay!" she exclaimed, with a beaming grin on her face, she leant into kiss him, when he pulled back, "What's wrong? Are you... oh... I used mouthwash? If that's what is bothering you?"

He immediately leant in and kissed her but with her face so close to his, her lovely smell washing over him and, of course, her heavy breasts squashed against his chest, he couldn't have resisted anyway. They kissed for long enough time for his dick to become fully hard, and she released it from his zipper. She walked over to the kitchen countertop closest to the door and then bent over at the waist so that her elbows and bosom were resting on the work surface. She spread her legs so that they were about a metre apart and then jiggled her arse invitingly. He hesitated, thinking about how she had been cummed in by a total stranger a few hours ago and realised how conflicted he was. He couldn't believe how much her sluttiness was turning him on, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if he wanted to get another guy's spunk onto his penis. He looked at the tattoo that was wrapped around Imogen's ankle and the sprawling tramp stamp he had given her and he realised he really didn't care that much. As he lifted up her skirt and plunged inside her, he forgot about anything else she had done that day and just enjoyed the feeling of living his sexual fantasy.

Within two minutes, Imogen had shifted her weight onto her left hand and began to rub herself with her right hand. She panted as she came closer to what must have been, at least, her sixth climax of the day. She let out a sustained groan and made a tight fist with her left hand, while she drove her forehead into her left forearm. After 20 seconds of rigorous thrusting, Imogen gasped and went limp and flopped onto the counter-top barely even acknowledging the fact that she was still being fucked. The sight of Imogen being pleasured to collapse made Stephen feel proud to be part of the team that sexed her today. He thought it was his time to experience orgasm so he began emitting his own load into her tunnel to join the sperm left by Imogen's mystery man. Rather than look at her as a future girlfriend, she had morphed in his mind into a sex toy, which was for use by anyone who paid her in orgasms. She came back to life, and pulled away from Stephen then turned around to reveal a look of mindless euphoria on her face.




The Master Program Ch. 02



"Best...one...yet," she gasped, more to herself than to him. With strained eye contact, she emitted one more word that surprised him, "again."

Gathering herself, she managed to hoist herself up onto the kitchen top, where she removed her top and skirt, leaving only her shoes on. Hungrily, she wrapped her arms and legs round him and used them to bring him closer, until he penetrated her. He began to undulate his hips as fast as he could, enjoying how she squirmed as he propelled into her. However, he only got a few seconds of delight because she begged him to slow down.

"Don't stop; just slow, I need to take a little rest," she cooed as he restrained himself. Eyes rolling, she continued, "That's good, just like that. I have another confession, which is why I had already planned to talk to you. I met another guy yesterday and gave him my number. He asked me to go round tonight for a date."

"You're going to have sex, with a...third guy?"

Contentedly, she replied, "Yeah, I hope so; it makes me feel so unbelievably sexy, like I could have any guy I wanted, whenever I want," her face scrunched up and she grabbed him tighter as she struggled to talk, "Use me. Use me like everyone wants to use me. Fuck me like I'm a toy. No, fuck me because I AM a toy."

Unable to refuse such a desperate request, he began driving into her as fast as his penis demanded him to. She writhed in his embrace, uttering half-hearted protests at the rigorous pace, which turned into rasped words demanding that keep going. He could feel himself on the precipice of orgasm too but he held it as he pummelled her through her own one. As her desperate cries subsided to whimpers, he took the time to enjoy her post-climax face. Just as he thought it was time to spunk inside her, she told him to wait if he was about to cum. She shifted further back onto the counter-top, so that she could slide him out of her and grip the soaking shaft. He stepped back as she leant forward so that she could run her titanium tongue stud upwards from the base of the shaft to the tip of the bell, licking up her own lubrication in the process. Briefly, he wondered if her fondness of cum had translated into an affinity, or at least a lack of aversion, to pussy fluid, but the swirling of Imogen's tongue around his head distracted him completely.

She took as much of his shaft into her mouth as she could but she only sucked it for fifteen, maybe twenty seconds as her position looked like it was uncomfortable for her. She sat back up and held Stephen's dick close to her crotch and began to pump it with her right hand. He locked his elbows under Imogen's knees, so that she didn't have to try and hold her legs up by herself, which caused her to lean back on the kitchen counter, putting her weight back onto her left elbow. She directed his tingling hard-on at her face then closed her eyes and opened her mouth in preparation for his waves of sperm. Taking the hint, he thought about ejaculating, which instantly caused his penis to spasm and fire its first gooey volley. Right on the mark, the bulk of his first jet landed straight in her mouth, with splatter radiating upwards to left of her mouth and onto her cheek. Subsequent jets landed all over her face, and little in her hair, with the biggest concentration on her lips chin and cheeks. As the squirts subsided, his spunk only reached as far as her breasts but Imogen aimed his erection side-to-side so that he covered a larger surface area, occasionally striking her nipples and the rings that adorned them. After twenty seconds of ejaculation, his cum failed to reach even her stomach, instead it dribbled down her hand, still thick in consistency, where it stayed until she licked it clean. Dismounting the kitchen counter, she orally pumped his shaft a few times, until he really was sucked dry, then stood up next to him, with a grin on her sperm covered face.

Aside from that first day, he had only had the chance to cum on her when she gave him a titwank the night before and even then it had mostly landed on her neck. He looked at how messy she was, and how much she loved how messy she was and he considered letting a second load go off all over her. However, he decided to wait, as she had already begun her erotic cleaning ritual. She licked her lips clean first and then spooned most the cum that was dripping off her chin into her mouth. He noticed that she wasn't really paying much attention to him and he half wondered if she was doing it more for her own benefit than to keep him excited. Imogen lifted her left breast to her mouth so that she could lick and suck the sperm clean from it. Stephen enjoyed the vision enough to start stroking himself again, while she moved onto the right nipple. The cleaning process continued for a minute, until most of the larger splodges had been swallowed, except for a huge strand that was slowly dribbling down the left of her stomach. She ran her middle and ring finger upwards from her left star tattoo, collecting as much of the goo as she could. Smiling contentedly, she then slipped the fingers inside of herself and she masturbated for a few seconds. With a 'plop' she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean of the mixed sexual juices.

"So, can I borrow a towel? I need to shower and clean up for my...date," she said, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

Feeling a lot more daring, now that Imogen was portraying herself as play toy rather than a person, he smirked inwardly and aimed his urethra towards her breasts. A second load sprayed outwards, coating her chest and bits of her stomach before it waned to a dribble. During the entire fifteen second barrage she tapped her foot and gave him a fake exasperated look but made no effort to stop him.

"You are such a pain," she said, speaking with jokey disapproval and spooning cum from her fingers into her mouth between words, "Don't need to be so jealous. I can stay for tiny bit longer if you want, but then I have to go."

She took him by his right hand, which was still covered in his own sperm, and lead him to the couch, which was in the corner of the front room. Holding his shorts up with his free hands, he followed obediently and sat down in front of her.

"I think I need to save my energy for tonight, but you look like you're, somehow, still raring to go," she said, kneeling between his legs. She rested her hands on his thighs and slid her lips down the rod two-thirds of the way to the base. She paused for a second as his helmet reached the back of her mouth, preparing herself for his entry to her throat. He had removed her gag-reflex the first time she had given him head so he knew she would be able to deep-throat him, but he was still impressed as the entirety of his stiffness disappeared inside her. A routine of swirling tongue, followed by swift strokes of the mouth, then followed by a five-second deep-throat brought him towards a climax, but he was disappointed that his purpose-made slut had had to cop out on being fucked.

"Freeze Imogen," said Stephen, raising his voice in the direction of his laptop, causing Imogen to freeze in place, her mouth still enveloping his cock. He thought for a second then proceeded to command the program, "OK, I want Imogen's post orgasm sensitivity to be reduced to 1.1 times regular sensitivity. However, any orgasm that occurs within two hours of the previous should be...25% stronger than it would have been otherwise. This compounds," he said, then paused, realising he didn't want to make her any more addicted to sex, "but cap it at 250% the strength of her 'base' orgasm. Also, make her subconsciously aware that this happens."

He thought to himself and decided he wanted to make another change, but was caught between two options; he could see if there was a way to make her faithful to him, or make her even keener to sleep around. Deciding that he really didn't see her as girlfriend material, he continued, "Same idea; I want Imogen's psychological enjoyment of sleeping with multiple men to increase by...about a half, which again compound increases with each further guy, provided the previous guy was within six hours of the last. Cap that at 200% of original. I want the same factor of increase of her orgasm, under the same conditions, which add with the previous orgasm enhancer. Cap orgasm strength at 400% of original if she achieves it through sleeping with multiple partners. Again, make her subconsciously aware of this."

He pondered whether or not her judgment would be impaired due to the intense sexual stimulus she would be going through, so he contemplated some more modifications, "Increase Imogen's intelligence by a further 5% of her original value. Also, I want you to increase her motivation, like... make her feel that the harder she works during her 'free time' the more sex she can have later. Also, give her a further intelligence boost of 10% but only when she needs to do some difficult work and has had sex for more than..." he did a quick calculation of how many hours someone is awake in one day, then something occurred to him, "Make Imogen able to sleep for just five to six hours a day, yet be as awake during the day as if she had had a full night's sleep."

He swapped the subject to himself and applied the same change before he forgot and then returned to Imogen, "As I was saying... make her more intelligent if she needs to do some complex problems or work, et cetera, and she has had more than nine hours of sex that day. Also, apply that bonus anytime she is doing an exam."

He was now happy that his changes would alleviate any guilt that Imogen might spend more time having vast amounts of sex rather than working or doing anything productive really. However, there was one final concern, "Regardless of her mental state, Imogen should not have any sexual contact with any guy she would not find physically attractive in a totally neutral condition. Such guys should also feel that Imogen is out of their league and avoid her. They should definitely take no for an answer and anyone who wishes to harm her would for any reason you can make them, avoid doing so completely. Guys who she does find physically attractive should also receive some subconscious hints on what to say and do around Imogen to make it even easier to have sex with her." He committed these changes, pleased that only good things would come to her, and logged it in his memory to give himself so protection too, but for now, it was back to fucking Imogen. In a way, he felt kind of selfless. He unfroze the Imogen, who had had her lips wrapped round him the whole time, blissfully unaware that Stephen had been altering her mindset. She continued her sucking as Stephen leant back and rested his hands on the back of her head.

A minute of oral sex went by when he felt Imogen retract her head. She stood up in front of him and gripped his shoulders gently. As was the original purpose of the changes he had just made to Imogen, it was clear she was ready and willing to have sex again; she straddled him and used her left hand to insert his stiff dick into her tunnel. She pushed her feet under his thighs, slightly grazing him with her stiletto heels, and embraced him around his upper back. Using mostly the undulations of her pelvis, she rode him for several minutes before bursting into a screaming orgasm, during which Stephen took the opportunity to empty another load into her.

"God these orgasms only get better; are you done too?" panted Imogen.

"Yeah I finished when you were yelling into my ear," laughed Stephen.

"Not my fault; take it as a compliment. I really do need to have a shower now and then go get ready."

"OK," replied Stuart, in a faux disappointed tone, "my towel is on the radiator in my room."

Imogen strode into Stephen's room but then poked her head out from behind the door frame. With a sly smile, she said, "You could come and watch if you want?" He waited for her to re-emerge from his bedroom and then eagerly followed her into the bathroom, where she removed her heels and entered the shower. 

The shower was quick, mostly just to rinse the sweat and sperm off of her skin but she made a show when she soaped up her breasts and washing around her inner thighs. She spent a minute massaging her intimate area, occasionally looking Stephen's way when she did it, looking pleased that he was pleasuring himself. She dried herself as she put her shoes back at which point Stephen accosted her and took her to the couch for sex a final time before she had to leave. She kissed him and then explicitly thanked him for the fresh load inside her before dressing herself and heading for the door. As she opened it to exit, Stephen put on a faux frown.

"Stevie, I'll be back tomorrow. Tell you what, if you're that fussed, we'll both go out next week and find another girl. She can join in with us and you can screw her when I'm not around."

"Join in?" he said, thinking whether or not he programmed that in, then excited when he realised it was all her. She looked at him and stuck her tongue out, then shut the door behind herself. Stephen sat down at the Master Program and planned out some more modifications for himself in his head, but first, he asked it why Imogen wanted a girl to join in with the two of them.

"The subject's mindset has been altered to find sexual relations far more enjoyable than previously. As a result, she is far more open in trying new experiences that, previously, she was reserved with."

"So she's not like part lesbian now?"

"The subject is open to having casual sexual encounters with members of the same sex, but is unlikely to engage in a long-term relationship."

"OK, so just more adventurous... she's not going to do anything weird like being pee-ed on or do a dog or something?"

"The subject is more likely to engage in said acts now, compared with her original state, but due to various other mental parameters, is still highly unlikely to do so."

"OK, that's good. If you can, make some small changes to make sure she definitely won't do anything dangerous or disgusting. Then change the subject to me."

As soon as he appeared on the screen, Stephen started issuing commands. He was still reluctant to make himself too perfect, just in case he started to feel like nothing was a challenge anymore. However, he did start to think about the protection he had bestowed upon Imogen and what he should give himself. Firstly, he made it so that he would feel aware if someone was harbouring harmful thoughts towards him. He also made it that, for whatever reason was most applicable, no one could act on such feelings. He discussed with the program if he could avoid being hit by a car or other such freak accidents, but the best it could offer was enhanced awareness of other people, for example, if he were to cross the road and a car was just round the corner, speeding rapidly, the program could make him aware that someone was driving fast in his vicinity and his direction. It couldn't guarantee that he would avoid death, but he had certainly slashed his risk drastically. So far, he hadn't really thought about altering anyone other than himself and Imogen, but he felt he should apply his protection subroutine to his close friends and family. He counted up all the slots he'd need for the people close to him, starting with his parents and sister and then his parent's siblings and his cousins. He extended this to include any of their spouses and his eldest cousin's baby boy, taking the count to fourteen. Finally, he counted in his three living grandparents before moving onto his friends. He began to write down the names of his closest friends but after he got to the fifth name he realised he felt too nervous about essentially playing god. Deciding he didn't want the guilt of consciously deciding who would get to live an almost-invulnerable state of being, he asked the Master Program to read his mind and choose fifty people who were closest to him. He instructed the program to then add this to the seventeen members he had already chosen and apply all the health and protection improvements. He included a clause that the health enhancements should come into effect slowly over a month, like it was a natural yet spontaneous effect. He briefly considered giving them all a blanket improvement of intelligence and memory, but he wasn't sure he should tamper with such a large number of people in such a general way. He committed the changes but the program gave him a verbal alert.

"Warning, most of the 67 chosen targets are outside of range. I will have to individually target each one and, as a result, passive subroutines may run at diminished capacity. Do you want to continue?"

Quizzical, Stephen asked the program what it meant, before continuing with his changes. The computer explained that it had a range of around 25 miles, as any greater than this would involve reading and evaluating too many people simultaneously. However, the program could target a specific person outside of this range, anywhere in the world and alter them, however, ongoing conditions attached to the subjects, like making them subconsciously aware of an attacker would be preferentially suspended if the program needed more 'computing' power to enact processes within the given range. Stephen asked if he could change the priorities, but it was written into the program that the closer a process is to the Master Program computer the higher priority it gets. He instructed the program to enact his commands but the fact it would have to find and alter each target separately meant it would take about twenty minutes to complete the changes. He minimised the program and opened up a set of PowerPoint lecture slides, until the task was complete.

When the program was done, he brought up Imogen's profile to find her on her knees sucking the dick of her date. He pulled out his own member and started rubbing himself to the virtual image of Imogen. He watched her for fifteen minutes, during which time she stopped giving head and was fucked on all fours to a climax so strong it made her cry a little. Imogen collapsed into a near-comatose state but her partner kept going for another couple of minutes, until he came too. Pleased at how much Imogen was enjoying her enhancements, Stephen came into a paper towel and returned to his revision. Over the next ten minutes, he flicked between revision and Imogen. She had taken a few minutes to regain the ability to sit up, but as soon as she did, she started to fondle her partner's penis. He looked shocked that she was ready to go again so soon after she had, literally, sexed herself to exhaustion. Adopting the cowgirl position, she rode herself to another insane-looking orgasm, which left her barely able to grind her hips. They exchanged a few words then moved around on the bed so that Imogen was sitting on its edge and her date was standing in front of her. Looking shattered, but determined, she wanked and sucked his dick until it trickled a modest load onto Imogen's chest. As per her programming, she collected and swallowed his cum, then said something to the guy, who was now lying naked on the bed, in a satisfied daze that Stephen could totally relate to. He lazily pointed in a direction off the screen that lead Imogen to a towel on a radiator. Looking a little unbalanced on her heels, she retrieved a discarded item of clothing from near the bed, after wiping her chest clean. As she pulled the tight black dress over her body, he finished himself off, admiring how stretched the material looked over her enormous breasts. He watched her give the guy an awkward kiss and goodbye then leave his room, by which point Stephen had lost interest and checked the time. Seeing that it was nearly half past midnight and feeling quite tired, he retreated to his bed, where he had one final session of self-pleasure before falling asleep.




The Master Program Ch. 02



Thanks to the modifications he made to his sleep pattern he woke up just after 6am but felt like he had the best sleep of his life. Full of energy, he showered, ate breakfast and had a wank over Imogen, who was also awake, all before 7am. Feeling very impressed, he asked the program if he could remove his need to sleep at all, but it would not allow such a drastic change to his physiology. By 9am, he had already done over an hour of revision, replied to an email from his granny and watched a random episode of Mock the Week on BBC iPlayer. At five minutes past 9, Stephen's phone vibrated; Imogen had texted him saying she was meeting a friend in the afternoon, so she wondered if she could come around soon. He replied straight away to say she could come over as soon as she wanted, then brought her avatar up on the Master Program. Pleasantly surprised, he saw a naked Imogen finger fucking herself vigorously. He watched her orgasm after a few minutes, but it looked incredibly subdued compared to yesterday, as the time limit he had set for her super-climaxes had elapsed while she was sleeping. He smiled when he saw her suck her fingers clean, which she followed by checking her phone. Already wearing a pair of pink velvety heels she opened a wardrobe and pulled out a white dress covered in small pink hearts. She slid it over her head until the bottom hem came down to just cover her bum cheeks. As soon as she had finished struggling with the back zipper; her resized chest being a bit too full for a dress bought when she had B-cup breasts, she left her bedroom. He closed the program and started browsing iPlayer for something else to watch during the wait.

Precisely twenty-three minutes later, Imogen rung the front buzzer and Stephen let her in. Without any words whatsoever she began kissing him, and he responded by leading her to the kitchen table, which he helped her mount. They had sex continuously for the next hour, stopping only between orgasms to move to the couch after and then onto the bed. While Imogen was having fourth orgasm of the morning, during the missionary position, the orgasm enhancers had kicked in and she came so hard that she involuntarily dug her heels into his calves and gave him a small cut on each one. Through deep gasping, she apologised, while he went to the bathroom and wipe his minor wounds clean. Having not actually undressed further than hoicking up the hem of her dress, Imogen was ready to leave after simply pulling it back down. Filled with three volumes of his sperm, she gave him a gentle kiss on the lips and informed him that she might be round later. He asked her who she was meeting, and she told him she was meeting a guy friend from her school, who happened to be around for a few hours, but she qualified that 'he was just a friend'. Later, at 1pm, he checked up on Imogen to find her pinned under a guy that he assumed was her 'just a friend'.

He had been stroking himself long enough to see Imogen cum once, when his phone went off. It was his text from his flatmate, Sophie, "Hi steve, im on the train back from Durham but im nearly at London. You in? I need someone to talk to. Soph x."

He replied after reading it a couple of times, "Whats wrong? You ok? Ill be here. do you want me to call. Steve."

"No its about about robbie. I dont really fancy talking about it on the train but thanks for asking. See you in half an hour. X."

Robbie was Sophie's boyfriend; Stephen had been jealous of him when they first met as he had fancied Sophie back in his first year. Sophie and Stephen had lived in halls together and his feelings for her had meant he used to hang out with her as much as he could, which eventually blossomed into a close enough friendship for them to start looking for a flat together in the summer. Helen was Sophie's best friend from her course, which is why she had joined them as flatmates. Helen had also caught Stephen's eyes but she too had a boyfriend, which discouraged Stephen, who had learned from his mistake with Sophie. Stephen pondered what could be wrong and he couldn't deny that a little part of him hoped that they had broken up; however, he was mostly worried that his friend was upset. Sophie returned to the flat at quarter past two. Stephen had made pizza bread in anticipation of her arrival and it was done just as she was finished dragging her suitcase through the threshold of the front door.

"Hey Soph, you alright?" he asked, with genuine sympathy, "I made some lunch if you haven't had any yet."

"Oh, thanks, that's really nice of you," she said, then embraced him without warning. He hugged her back, but felt very uncomfortable when she started sobbing in his arms.

He broke off the hug after a few seconds and then moved the plate of pizza bread to the table, before he replied awkwardly, "Uh, should we sit down and talk?"

She had a very pretty face; small yet very defined features, which she effectively complimented with make-up. This made him all the more sad when he could see a mascara-tainted tear stream down her cheek. Her bottom lip waivered as she began to speak and she broke out into bouts of tears every couple of minutes while she explained that she and Robbie were no longer together. Over the past year and a half that she and Robbie had been at university, the relationship had become strained because though they had been together for a year at school, he had gone to Bristol to study and consequently they barely saw each other outside of the summer holidays. What was worse was that Robbie had had plans to go to Australia after he finished university, which made their future very uncertain. Australia was a fairly recent development, which is why he had decided to break up with her now, after he had driven her to the train station in Durham.

After over half an hour of sniffled words, Sophie gave a weak smile before finishing her last bite of pizza bread. "Sorry, I've just been whining, I'm being really rude; I haven't even asked you how you are," she said, her voice and smile wavering a little, "how are you and Imogen?"

For a second, Stephen was confused at how Sophie could know about him and Imogen, but then he remembered that the Master Program had added memories to those close to him to fit the with continuity it had created for him and Imogen. He wasn't sure what he could and couldn't tell her, or what she knew, so he just thought he'd be honest and see what happens, as he could always alter her memories later if the conversation went badly. He realised that he had jumped to altering his flatmate as if it were nothing worse than switching the channel on TV and he felt a bit worried that he might be getting carried away with power.

"The...uh..sex is great!" he said, a little nervous because he'd rarely had sex-based conversations with Sophie, "but I'm certain she's sleeping around."

"Shit!" said Sophie, her eyes wide with shock, "What makes you say that?"

"Oh, she said so," he chuckled, still a little anxious.

"Ah..." she bit her lip in thought, but Stephen noticed how hot it made her look "what a bitch!"

"No, no, no," said Stephen defensively, "it's ok, I don't see her as a long-term thing but the sex is awesome so I'm not breaking it off. Besides she said I'm welcome to see other girls, she might even help me find one."

Sophie raised her eyebrow, "Well, I suppose if you're both ok with it, and she's not just stringing you along or something. Just don't get hurt buddy! How are you supposed to listen to all my whining if you get hurt too?" She giggled, but he could see it was a brave face, especially since she chose the moment to sniffle.

Sophie retreated to her room after saying she just needed some time to herself and Stephen felt so helpless. Then he looked at his computer. He wasn't helpless. He opened up the Macbook that had been closed since Sophie's arrival and shifted around the table to that the screen wouldn't face Sophie's door. He opened the Master Program then whispered to it to bring up Sophie's profile. He looked at the spinning avatar and noticed that she was currently undergoing the health changes he had ordered for all his close friends and family. He activated live mode and his heart sunk to see her curled on her bed crying. Unable to watch anymore, he turned live mode off and decided he couldn't bear to let her be this way. He watched the screen for a little while and contemplated how to help her get over Robbie. He pondered for a couple of minutes when Sophie's door slowly opened, causing Stephen to quickly minimise the screen.

"Hey Steve, I think I'm going to go round to Anne's. She went through that break up with Dave a few months ago so she says she owes me a shoulder to cry on in return." She chuckled and managed to put a smile on her face for a few seconds before sniffling and turning away. Steve sighed then decided against making any changes; his friend was upset but he should give her the chance to get over it her own way. He also thought about the possibility that they'd get back together, but that thought made him oddly jealous.



The Master Program Ch. 03



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work.

Chapter 3: Alexandra Leyland

Over the next few days Stephen saw Sophie go through various stages of anger, sorrow and sad silence. He had not meddled with the Master Program in these days, but that was mostly because every time he had considered doing so, Imogen had coincidentally chosen that time to come round and have wild sex with him. It was 6pm on Wednesday, and Stephen finished himself off watching Imogen ride what he counted to be the seventh guy, other than himself, that she had slept with since she had modified her. He saw her dismount her lover and reach for her phone, then heard his own phone ring.

"Hey Stevie, how are you?" she asked playfully as the guy she had just finished fucking walked out of view of the screen.

"Always good when you call," he replied clumsily, "what are you doing?"

"What I do best!" she said, giggling without shame, eliciting a response from his groin. "Do you fancy going out tonight? I feel really bad because I've studied a lot less than I've planned yet, but I really feel like I'm on top of things."

"Same here," he replied, feeling pleased that she was benefiting from his tampering, "where do you want to go?"

"Um, I was thinking 121, if we go between 7 and 8:30 it's two-for-one on a lot of drinks. We can head to Basement after."

Stephen really wanted to go out with Imogen, but he thought he should check if Sophie was alright. He went to her door and was about to knock, when he heard obvious sobbing coming from the other side. He decided he couldn't let her be miserable, not when he had the power to end it. He went back to his Macbook and brought up Sophie. He told the program to accelerate her emotional state to where she would be in three months; that would allow her the chance to maybe let Robbie back in her life but help her move on far enough to not be crying herself to sleep. After he dressed himself, in a blue striped shirt, a pair of dark jeans and his smart brown shoes, he went back to Sophie's room to check on her.

"Hey Steve, come in!" she said enthusiastically, with a genuine smile on her face.

"I'm going out with Imogen in a little bit? You alright? You could join us?"

"No no, I'm not in the mood, but I'm ok really. Like really ok. I think I must've cried it out. I think I should probably start looking at some of my lecture notes, but you have fun." She hopped off her bed and gave him a peck on the cheek, telling him he was so sweet to make sure she's doing well. As he left her bedroom he felt the warmth of her lips spread across his face and then cause his heart to skip a beat.

Imogen met Stephen outside his flat at five past seven; she was wearing a tight pink dress that just about covered her nipples and buttocks, a black cardigan draped over her shoulder and her velvety pink heels. "Hey sweetie!" exclaimed Imogen as she kissed him on the lips, "do you like my new dress?"

"It's...really hot," replied Stephen, drooling his response.

"Good! Let's hope we can find some bi-curious sluts who agree." Grinning, she lead Stephen away arm in arm towards 121.

Imogen attracted a lot of attention at the bar; especially as the dress went a little see-through in the light. Luckily, a couple of barmen noticed this too and quickly served her each time she went to buy drinks. The couple stayed at the bar from half seven until eleven, during which time most of the conversation focused on Imogen's sex life; aside from this, there seemed to be very little in common for them to talk about. Nevertheless, Stephen enjoyed it and the two of them managed to sneak into the disabled toilets for a twenty minute fuck, during which time Imogen confirmed Stephen's suspicions that she wasn't wearing underwear. Very tipsy, the two of them made their way towards Basement, stopping in a side street to have sex once again. A queue for the club had started to form by half eleven, which was around the time they reached it, but fortunately it looked like a ten minute wait at maximum.

"Steve! Crap! I forgot my cardigan at 121."

"I'll run back and get it"

"You sure sweetie?"

"Yeah it'll take me fifteen minutes, but you'll slow me down in those heels."

She gave him a jokey sneer then kissed him, "OK, text me when you're about to get in. Thanks sweetie."

He ran back to the bar, retrieved the cardigan and returned in under twenty minutes, but it took a further fifteen minutes to reach the front of the queue. He texted Imogen but was surprised when she tottered over to him with a grin on her face.

"Aren't you supposed to be inside?"

"Uh... stepped out for some fresh air."

He recognised the grin on her face then, mouth agape. "You didn't?"

"Of course I did," she said, then leant in close and whispered, "didn't even know his name."

Imogen flashed her wrist, which had an entry stamp on it, right next to her tattoo of a rose. Stephen paid and received his own stamp, then entered the club to hear a deep bass emanating from the dancefloor. The pair made their way towards the music and took up a spot amongst the crowd of dancers. Stephen looked round and could see a couple of shoulder tattoos, a just-visible g-string, a few short skirts but Imogen was definitely the most provocative looking girl in sight. As she began to dance, in a manner as slutty as her clothes suggested her was, both hems of her dress slipped closer towards her waist, often threatening to expose her nipples and vulva, before she casually pulled them back to where they kept her just decent. After twenty minutes of dancing, Stephen had never been more grateful for the ability he had to control his hard-on. Imogen took him by the hand and lead him to the bar. Leaning over the bar's countertop, she had no problem attracting the attention of the male bar staff, while also unintentionally causing men behind her to glance at her almost exposed pussy.

"Hey, can I get two Jaegerbombs?" she said, then paused and looked at the girl next to her, "three Jaegerbombs?"

Stephen hadn't even noticed the other girl at first, since he was too busy ogling Imogen, but he realised he had seen her on the dancefloor earlier and thought she was hot. She had long wavy dark blonde hair, light skin, a pretty face, with small but defined features, and her body as very well toned. Her reasonably large bosom was covered with a loosely draped hipster-style t-shirt that only came to her mid-stomach, and she had a tight pair of denim hot pants that left just a little bit of her glutes on show.

"Hi, I'm Imogen, fancy doing some Jaeger with us?" said Imogen, with a flirtatious smile, whilst nodding her head backwards to Stephen on the word 'us'.

"Uhhh...sure I suppose, that's cool. I'm Alex," she looked a little uneasy at first, then quite embarrassed when Imogen gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"This is Steve, we go to uni together," Imogen continued. She stepped back from the bar as the barman finished pouring their drinks and directed Stephen to stand closer to Alex.

Without saying a word, all three collected their glasses and downed the Jaegerbombs. It took a few seconds of pulling funny faces in response to the strong-tasting alcohol before Imogen broke the silence, "so, well, Alex, you're really pretty."

"Thanks..."

"And you look like you're up for some excitement. So, Steve here lives quite close by and well, how about you, him and me all just head back there and we can share a bottle of wine and enjoy what exciting people we all are."

"Oh wow, well, I am kinda seeing someone, and I dunno, I'll admit it's a cool idea, but my friends."

"Sweetie," said Imogen, putting her hand lightly on Alex's arm, "Do you want a night out? Or a crazy night that you'll never forget?" She leant in and whispered into Alex's ear, her lips just touching Alex, almost stroking her as they spoke.

"Yeah, fuck it, let's go."

Imogen looked nervous as Alex went over to tell her friends goodbye, and Stephen understood why. They both exhaled in relief as Alex waved to her three girlfriends as they giggled away, clearly scandalised by what she had just told them.

"This better be good," said Alex, biting her lip nervously. The thought of Sophie biting her lip the other day popped into Stephen's head, but he forgot all about her when he realised that Alex and Imogen were holding hands. Imogen's pink heels clicked along in time to Alex's black ones as the pair of scantily clad girls slid closer together. The girls gently let go of each other's hands, then, initiated by Imogen, they smoothly wrapped their arms around each other's back. Imogen's right hand, teased the right side of Alex's waistband; the tips of her fingers slipping down into her shorts. Both girls looked over towards Stephen, then back to each other. A naughty grin crept across Imogen's face, as both girls closed their eyes. Together, they leant in and began to kiss; Imogen's pierced tongue stroking and massing Alex's non-pierced one. Stephen stopped walking, as did the girls. He stared in disbelief as Imogen took her left hand, slipped it down the front of Alex's shorts and then slowly stepped with her into the shadows of shop doorway. In the dim light Stephen watched the motion of Imogen's hand, through the denim, clearly rubbing away at the other girl's clit.

After thirty seconds, slightly panting, Alex pulled away from the kiss and whispered into Imogen's ear, so that it was barely audible to Stephen, "I've never done this with a girl."

Still rubbing away furiously, Imogen replied to Alex, she spoke softly too, but in a seductive manner, rather than a hushed one, "Neither have I, but I can feel how much you like it by how fucking wet you are." With her right hand, Imogen directed Alex's left one up her dress and towards her bare sex. Alex hesitated for a second, seemingly surprised by the clit hood piercing, but immediately adapted to the situation and began to rub the bar round her button eliciting soft moans from Imogen.

Imogen, whose dress had ridden up to expose most of her buttocks, spoke again, this time a little more laboured, "put your fingers inside me and feel how wet I am too. Feel how much I want to fuck you," she paused as Alex followed her command, "I'm gonna make those little whimpers become screams as I make you cum. I want you to make me moan too. I want us fuck each other so hard and cum so hard we'll wonder why we ever thought we were straight. Don't... stop!" Stephen heard a familiar yelp and groan then watched Imogen's head fall limply onto Alex's shoulder. He stared, dick so hard that it threatened to rip through his trousers, as Imogen weakly pulled herself away from Alex. She held out her left hand and grabbed Alex's, both of which were still covered in the other's juices, leading her back onto the street. Imogen tugged her dress back into place, but with so little effort that a significant portion of her lower butt cheeks was still hanging out, along with her right nipple, over the top hem. Alex pulled the top of the dress so it just covered Imogen's nipple, just as two men approached the group.

Unabashed by the staring men, Imogen swapped her right hand to holding Alex's left, then licked her left hand clean, whilst lustfully speaking to Alex, "We're so close to Stephen's but I almost can't wait. I want to fucking repay you by sucking your clit until you cry out." Stephen looked back to see the men walking away as slowly as possible, making no effort to hide the fact they were watching Imogen and Alex, who had taken to trying to walk and kiss at the same time.

For all of the next five minutes Stephen had to constantly turn off his hard-on as the two girls walked in front of him, looking like they were barely able to keep themselves from fucking each other in the street. Imogen was being the most forward, kissing Alex's cheek and hair, but she responded enthusiastically with nibbling of the neck or encouraging groans. When they finally got to his door, Stephen dropped his keys in his impatience and excitement, causing the two tipsy, horny girls to giggle out loud. It didn't help Stephen's impatience when the giggling somehow turned into a passionate five second kiss between the girls.

The second the door was open, Imogen bolted for Stephen's bedroom with Alex's hand firmly in hers. She didn't even seem to remember Stephen's existence. In the few seconds it took Stephen to close the door behind him and follow them into the bedroom Imogen was already naked, on her back, on his bed. Alex, who was locked in a desperate kiss with Imogen, whilst lying between her legs, had removed her top. He took in the sight and let his boner rise for the first time. He noticed a small 'A' tattoo on Alex's left shoulder blade, then examined her breasts, through the bra, judging them to be a C, maybe D cup. Then he thought of Sophie. He took his phone from his pocket and instructed both girls to freeze.

"Is Sophie Wright still here?"

The phone responded by showing a map with a blue dot indicating that Sophie was somewhere two miles north of their flat, and he presumed that was Anne's flat. Feeling a little relieved, not that he was sure why he was bothered so much about Sophie's opinion on his sex life, he was about to restart the lesbian couple but not before considering whether or not to take a picture on his phone. Then he realised something to himself. He grabbed his Macbook and positioned it on his desk, angling the inbuilt camera to face the bed.

"Master Program, redress and send Imogen and Alex outside my bedroom again, making them follow their exact set of actions until this point, and then let them continue. Execute the first part, then wait for me to say 'go' before letting them re-enter. At no point let them notice the Macbook."

He started the video capture software on his Macbook as soon as Imogen and Alex were outside and left the room himself. He stood behind the couple then said "go!" into his phone. He watched as Imogen walked to beside his bed, then pulled off Alex's top and tossed it across the room. Alex responded by tugging downwards on Imogen's dress who helped her pull it down. As she stepped out of the dress, she sat down on the bed and shimmied backwards across it. Alex followed her and leant down on top of her, akin to the missionary position and the two started making out. Realising this was where he had joined them the first time; he made a move onto the bed. As soon as his weight caused the mattress to shift, Imogen peered around Alex to look at Stephen.

"Uh uh... This is girls only until I say so. You can sit over there," she said teasingly, pointing towards the computer chair. He obeyed her, pushing a pile of clothes from the chair onto the floor, and taking a seat. He slowly undressed himself as he watched the two girls go at each other. Imogen had flipped Alex onto her back, and moved herself off the bed so that her head was nuzzled between Alex's thighs, which were now also devoid of clothes, her chest was on the mattress and her legs were kneeled at the edge of the bed; widely spread in front of Stephen. Imogen enthusiastically pleasured Alex's sex using her tongue and right hand to elicit the moaning she had promised. She engrossed herself with the single-minded task, stopping only once to tell Stephen to sit back down when he tried to penetrate her in the doggy position.

When Alex came, after a ten-minute oral onslaught from Imogen, Stephen stared at the sight on his bed, as disbelieving that this could really be happening live, in front of him, as he was when he made his finger grow and shrink in the British Library. Alex's arching back relaxed, as did her tight grip on the bed covers, signalling the waning of her orgasm. Imogen climbed on top of her, adopting the reverse of the position they were in earlier, and the two started kissing again. This kiss was a lot more subdued this time, but the intimacy and passion was still clearly evident between the two girls.

The kissing went on for a couple of minutes, but then Imogen moved down to licking Alex's nipples. This continued for twenty seconds, until she sat all the way up. Alex looked at looked at Imogen with genuine longing as she seemed to retreat away from her. However, Imogen was not done with Alex; she sidled along the bed on her knees, all the while facing her faux-lesbian partner until she straddled Alex's face. Stephen couldn't see what Alex was doing from this angle, but the look on Imogen's face suggested she was being licked out. Imogen slid her hands down Alex's body until her head approached her partner's crotch. Alex wrapped her arms round Imogen's back, just above where her tramp stamp was, whilst Imogen began orally pleasuring her again, completing the 69 position. Stephen beat himself furiously as he listened to the muffled 'uhn's and 'ah's coming from the couple on the bed.

He had been watching this for a few minutes when Imogen looked up at him from between Alex's raised knees; the other girl's lubrication smeared across her lips and chin, and said, between her gasps, "OK, you can join in now." He stood up and watched Imogen turn herself around so that the two girls' hips lay on top of each other, whilst they went back to making out. Stephen got on to the bed and positioned himself behind Imogen, his hands resting either side of her lower back tattoo and his fingers gently wrapped around her waist. He was about to enter her when he sensed the two girls stop kissing and heard Imogen speak.

"What's wrong sweetie? Did you want to go first?"

"No..." he heard Alex reply, "it's just that I think if we're gonna have sex I want to use a condom."

"Freeze them and switch subject to Alex." He turned round to face his Macbook, and saw Alex's avatar appear on the screen under the name 'Alexandra Leyland'.

"Make the subject not interested in using condoms."

"To make the subject disregard the risks to her health by not using protective contraception would require a large mindset change. Do you want to continue?"

"Hmm, I suppose it's a good thing she's that careful," he pondered about manipulating her on a permanent basis, but then figured that he had over 900 slots to use, "Just apply the Health Routine and then make her be totally unaware of the existence of sexually transmitted diseases. Will that work?"

"Complete."

"What about birth control?"

"Subject is using the contraceptive pill."

"OK, give her the same fertility modification as Imogen. In fact incorporate the last two changes as standard into the health routine, for any females it is applied to."

As he was about to turn back to Imogen, he realised he had just videoed himself using the Master Program. Unsure he wanted such evidence to exist, he decided he could edit it out the video later. He asked the program to guide all three of them to the positions they were in just before Alex stopped kissing Imogen, then he unfroze them. Hands back on either side of Imogen's lower back tattoo, he slid himself inside of her and began to thrust away. Watching the two girls kiss so vigorously stimulated Stephen more than he ever had been during sex, so he pummelled away as fast as he physically was capable of. The result was a loud orgasm from Imogen in less than five minutes; she had to stop kissing, instead screaming and gasping right in Alex's face.

As it subsided, she pulled away gently from Stephen, and dismounted Alex. She moved round behind Alex, then slid herself underneath the other girl's shoulders, shimmying down until her pelvis was up against Alex's lower back. Looking down at the two girls, who were in a sort of missionary position on top of another missionary position, he realised he was about to have sex with a girl he hadn't even kissed yet, or in fact, directly spoken to. Feeling he wanted a little bit of foreplay before heading straight for goal, Stephen leant into a kiss. As he did so, Imogen's left hand moved round to play with Alex's breasts and her right to rub her clit. The two of them kissed for thirty seconds, whilst Imogen had moved on to simultaneously fingering Alex and wanking Stephen. Stephen felt Alex's hand replace Imogen's around his dick, and could feel her pulling it towards her tunnel. As this happened Imogen's hand came up to his face directing him away from his kiss with Alex and towards her own lips instead. Whilst entering Alex, he started kissing Imogen; this feeling was enough to spur him on like he had been before and he thrust into Alex as fast as he did with Imogen. Over the next fifteen minutes, the three of them swapped around whom they were kissing, even managing a brief three-way kiss, during which Alex started to cum. The three of them broke their kiss; Imogen worked Alex's nipples and clit; Alex wrapped her arms tightly around Stephen and he pushed himself as deep into her as he could. As she 'uhn-ed' into his ear he decided to release his own load, allowing them both to enjoy the feeling of a simultaneous orgasm. Stephen let himself to finish his whole deposit inside of her while they gently kissed, and then pulled out so he could kneel between her legs. The two wearied girls lay there, Imogen stroking Alex's hair and nibbling her neck, their bodies glistening with sweat and sexual fluids. He watched as they breathed deeply and coaxed his penis back into a hardened state.




The Master Program Ch. 03



"You're ready to go again?" asked Alex, her face a mixture of shock and admiration.

"Don't worry, if you're tired we can just suck him off," said Imogen, coming out from underneath Alex. She kissed her lightly on the lips, then without the slightest hesitation, swallowed half of Stephen's dick. She sucked along the shaft a few times, then pulled off and turned to Alex, "Tastes like you; have a try."

Alex looked a little taken aback by Imogen's forwardness, but like in the bar, and when being fingered in the street, she went with it and grabbed Stephen's rod with her hands. For the next twenty minutes he watched ecstatically as both girls used their hands and mouths to stimulate him. Sometimes they alternated between each other passing it on like a baton and sometimes they worked together.

"OK baby, time to cum so we can sleep," requested Imogen, "How about all over our slutty faces?"

"Oh I dunno, I...um... I'd prefer it on my boobs," interjected Alex, looking a little nervous now.

"As you wish," replied Imogen, and began pumping him as fast as she could, aiming it so that it sprayed both of their breasts and Imogen's face. As soon as it was done, Imogen began licking herself clean, but Alex, tired and not driven by the Master Program's influence, grabbed his towel from the radiator and cleaned all of his sperm away. Imogen kicked off her shoes and lay down in the middle of the bed; Stephen went to lie down next to her and then noticed his Macbook still filming. He reached over, shut the lid, switched off the bedroom light and then took his place, on the right of Imogen. He heard Alex hit the mattress on the other side of Imogen, followed by some kissing noises, before all three drifted off.

More hungover and far less drunk, Alex was not nearly as gung-ho in the morning. She messed around with both of them using only hands for a few minutes but then pulled Stephen onto her prone body. Once they both came she thanked them both for a 'completely unforgettable' night and gathered her clothes. Putting on her heels and nothing else, Imogen offered to swap numbers with Alex. Alex agreed, but qualified that 'this was a truly crazy night for me; I don't know if I could do it again'. They kissed, Alex a little tentatively, before she left the bedroom and the flat. Without saying a word, Imogen mounted Stephen and they proceeded to have sex for the next hour, with Imogen talking about their threesome, in particular about Alex, non-stop. She eventually left too, to go revise, leaving Stephen to watch his new video.

It was twenty-four hours since Alex had left Stephen's flat in the morning after their threesome. He stepped out the bathroom, having just showered, to find a naked Imogen masturbating with a mini-vibrator at the kitchen table. He could tell he had caught her in the midst of an orgasm because she let out a loud gasp as the bathroom door swung shut behind him.

"What the hell? Imogen, Sophie's in the flat!"

"No she's not sweetie," droned Imogen, who was in her post-orgasm delirious state, "She left while you were in the shower. She did almost catch me fingering myself under my skirt though. I kinda wish she did, but I sensed that might piss you off... I only got naked and cracked out my little girlfriend here when she left. I got this thing ages ago, but I don't know why I didn't use her more until now," she said, giving the sex toy a little kiss and placing it next to her empty cereal bowl. "Sophie is hot though. Like really hot. I was imaging fucking her. Along with Alex. That girl has turned me into a lesbian. I want to text her but what if she's not interested... is this what it feels like to be a guy?"

She strode over to Stephen, pulled down the towel he was wearing round his waist and dragged him backwards towards the table. She lay down upon it and used her legs and hands to guide him towards her. As he was on top of her, guiding his erection into her tunnel, she spoke softly into his ear, an air of sexual desperation to her voice, "make me cum while I think of Alex. Pleasure me like I want to pleasure her. I want to be fucked while I think of her and your hot flatmate."

Imogen's legs were spread like a V, with Stephen gripping them strongly against his chest as he thrust into her. They went like this for half an hour, with Imogen moaning things out loud, declaring things like her desire to lick out Alex, or sixty-nine with Sophie. Stephen counted Imogen to have had three orgasms, whilst he came inside her twice. As she had her fourth; screaming out that she wished Stephen was actually Alex fucking her with a strap-on, her phone went off. As soon as her body calmed down, she reached over to check her phone.

"Oh, that's lame," she said, Stephen still propelling himself inside of her, "hmm but that's good."

"What's up?" asked Stephen.

"Oh nothing, a guy I met texted me to meet up, but he said he's busy and he'll try to rearrange for as soon as possible, but it seems Ed, another fuck buddy, well we've had sex twice, texted me half an hour ago saying he wants to meet up any time after now. I'm just a little disappointed because it's always good to have another number rather than fuck someone you already have."

"Fair enough. What is your number?"

"Uh... OK... my first boyfriend, then that guy I was seeing in the summer before Uni. Ummm, then this guy from halls in the first term. Then Lucas, he was another boyfriend and then a couple of one night stand fling-type things. So that is six, then there was you so that's seven, then oh god, I really upped my pace after that," she laughed, clearly pleased with herself and started to list further guys, whilst counting them off on her fingers, "Bus guy, guy I met at Tesco, Will from home, Will from one of my lectures... umm..."

"The guy in the library?" suggested Stephen.

"No, that was Will, oh wait! There was the Indian dude too. Did I tell you about him?"

"Just seemed like you to sleep with someone in the library," laughed Stephen, a little bit nervous because he only knew about them with help from the Master Program.

She smiled to herself again and continued, "That's five more... oh yeah and Ed. And also this guy who is friends with my flatmate Julie. That was weird, he's quite cute and he'd been flirting with me every time he came round but all of a sudden he found his balls and made a move a few days ago. I don't get why guys have suddenly become more forward with me. Not that I'm complaining. In fact, I want more of it! From girls too. God, I love girls."

"Glad you're enjoying it! But you forgot the guy from Basement."

"Who... oh god yeah! Wait I'm cumming again, go a bit deeper. Uhhhhnnnnnn. I fucking love cock and I love slutty girls and I love sex. I. Love. Orgasms." She lay motionless for a few seconds before opening her eyes and staring blankly at him.

"I literally cannot go more than two waking hours without an orgasm. I need more men to fuck. I need more women. I mean we got to what? Eleven?

"No, fifteen guys, I think. And one girl."

"Yeah, one amazing girl. I actually totally forgot about the random from that night because Alex was in my mind. There was also another guy from my course yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

"Yeah, just before I came round last night." Stephen wondered why he hadn't seen that, but that must've been when he was busy editing/wanking over the video of Alex, Imogen and himself

"Sixteen guys. That's it? I wish I could fuck a new guy every day and a new girl every week. But it is something that I did more than double my number in like a month. Maybe revision makes me super horny. Speaking of that you should probably cum soon, so that I can go fuck Ed and then get to the library."

Almost at her command, he delivered a third load inside her, for which she scolded him jokingly explaining she meant she wanted him to spunk on her body and her face. More to herself than to him she told herself that she'd get Ed to cum on her face. As she left his flat, she offered to come back for evening sex, provided she didn't get picked up by a good-looking stranger. Hearing Imogen's deep desire to increase her number of lovers caused Stephen to hatch a plan. A plan that involved the Master Program, of course.

"Hello, Master Program," said Stephen after opening his Macbook.

"Good morning, Stephen."

"OK, so I want to create a new routine, let's call it the 'Attraction Routine'. I want it to work like the modification I made for Imogen, where guys she finds attractive will hit on her more. I want you to scale this up so it works like this; for a given subject, provided this subject is in a place with at least one person they are mutually attracted to, I want you to identify the person they find most attractive and subconsciously direct them to seduce the subject in the way most likely to succeed. This should happen at all times, unless the subject is in such a mood where they are actively seeking to avoid contact or it might cause them distraction from an important task they are undertaking. Also, limit this to... five times a day, unless the subject desires more attention," Stephen paused to think for a second, then continued, "Also, I don't want to create too many home-wreckers, so not including the subject, only apply this to unattached people...or people who already have a history of cheating. Oh I and I suppose I should make it explicit that this is a tool used to induce casual sex, so don't bother applying it to super prudish people or super religious people, only those who might already have a disposition to sleeping with people they have only just met. To increase the rate of success, I also want you to direct the subject to places where this might be most effective, without affection the subject's overall purpose. For example, if there are five seats in the library, direct them to choose the one closest to a good-looking single guy. Or girl. This should apply to either gender, depending on the subject's sexual orientation. I want you to apply this to Imogen Daniels."

"Complete."

"OK, I also want you to create a one-off routine, which will apply between two subjects, and we're calling this the 'Ask-On-A-Date Routine'. The first subject is the asker, who will receive subconscious hints on the best thing to say to ensure success, and the second subject will be put in the most receptive mood. Don't change anything or put anything in their heads, just maybe influence them to think of the best things they already know. I want you to apply this on Imogen Daniels asking Alex...whatever her name is, the girl from the threesome."

"Complete."

"OK, so we have the Health Routine, Safety Routine, Female Grooming, Breast Size...uhhhh...Orgasm Enhancer, Attraction and the date one. Though I think I made the orgasm one about having sex with multiple guys though, convert that into just multiple partners of either gender." Stephen paused for thought. He realised he knew why he was doing all this; making programs he could run on more women. At some point along the line he had become OK with moulding anyone to fit his whims. It had crept up on him, but if he didn't stop now he didn't know if he could turn back. He shut down the program and brought up a PDF file with some lecture notes and began his day's revision.

Three hours passed and Stephen was putting full focus into his studies, to distract himself from the Master Program. He had to stop for lunch at which time he checked his phone. Waiting for him was a text message from Imogen, sent fifteen minutes previously, telling him to call her, which he did, instantly.

"STEEEVIE!!!! Best day EVER!"

"OK, what happened?"

"OK, so I went straight home and changed, then went to Ed's for some good sex, not as good as you though, today you were particularly awesome, but that might've been because I was thinking about Alex. She's so hot, I had to finger myself over her as soon as I got back to my room," outpoured Imogen down the phone. Stephen could hear voices in the background and laughed under his breath to himself at her total lack of discretion when talking about such things around other people. She continued, "But yeah that's not the point. As soon as I got to the bus stop a guy started chatting me up and we exchanged numbers and he's ALREADY asked me to come round to his as soon as I'm free! He could be guy number eighteen! Eighteen you say?! What happened to seventeen? Well Stephen, I got on the bus, still feeling a bit tingly from my orgasms with Ed, and still thinking about the guy at the bus stop, he was getting a different bus, when ANOTHER guy came over and said he recognised me from our Student's Union. Long story short we had sex in an empty lecture theatre. He was so nervous about getting caught it was funny! Oh and also... It gets better, the guy sitting next to me in the library was a hottie and he does chemistry in the year above me so he offered to help with some stuff. We ended up playing with each other under the table, but that became a bit too dangerous, so we had to stop. SAD FACE! I'm out for lunch and basically to tell you how much of a slut I've been, so if he's still there when I get back, he might be guy eighteen actually, and the guy from the bus stop can be guy nineteen. That's FIVE in one day. Don't want to count my chickens yet though. But despite all this, I'm still so excited about Alex! I texted her; I felt things were going so well for me sexually, after the guy in the lecture hall that I'd ride the wave. She hasn't replied yet, but I have a good feeling. OK, need to buy my sandwich now. I'm so slutty! Yay!"

The declaration of promiscuity from Imogen made Stephen unable to concentrate on revision anymore. He tried for less than five minutes to keep working but the thought of Imogen jumping from guy to guy made him so excited he had to cave to the Master Program.

"Master Program, how did you make Imogen so slutty? How much of her newfound promiscuity is the doing of my tampering?"

"Each subject is a composite of their own innate characteristics and those characteristics they have learnt from societal interactions. For example, the wearing of clothes is not a natural instinct, however, caring about one's own outward appearance is a natural driving force for several reasons, including dominance of a social group or attracting a sexual partner. To continue the example of clothes, dressing 'inappropriately' or 'provocatively' is also a learned notion, to the point where two states of dress can be seen as inappropriate by the opposing cultures. In the culture of Japan, for a female to bare her legs up to the upper thigh is the norm, however, any visible evidence of her bra, such as a strap, is seen as distasteful. Contrasting this with the United Kingdom, the reverse can be said to be true."

"Like other traits, the promiscuity of a person comprises of both the innate and learned aspect. Instinctually, both genders have an affinity for multiple sexual partners, females do so to increase the chances of conception and males to increase their chances of insemination. However, it is also a masculine trait to have the attention of desirable women, as part of the 'Alpha Male' psyche. This causes males to desire a single bond with one woman they consider desirable. For the sake of a family role females also desire a single bond, in order to ensure a stable future for the raising and protection of a child. The relative strength of these instincts, among others, decides how promiscuous a person will innately be. In modern humans, there are many learned traits that can affect promiscuity, like religious teachings or social stigma. Innate or set behavioural patterns in subjects come from instincts they are born with or very early experiences whilst the brain is in a hyper-development phase. To alter or change these requires large mindset alterations and proportionally can deliver very little exterior change as learned behaviours develop around the core trait thus mimicking it, even if that core disappears. Learned values can be altered with relative ease because they are often based on a few memories or experiences. Removing, altering or dulling the ability to recall these memories whilst subconsciously encouraging the subject to recall more preferable memories can lead to vast changes in learned behaviours, at relatively low cost in terms of changing the mindset."

"The subject Imogen Daniels already has a higher than average predisposition towards promiscuous behaviour. Combined with an innate desire to pursue enjoyable activities and a strong sexual drive, the subject is naturally inclined towards sexualised behaviour. However, the subject has developed many learned behaviours throughout her life that have reduced her overall promiscuity. Removal of her fear from infection or danger, whilst enhancing her enjoyment of sexual experiences, counteracted this reduction and served to augment the innate predisposition. Further enhancement of memories, including those where the subject engaged in casual sexual activities and those where the subject glamorised sexual behaviour, was required to complete the task. Altering her memories caused less than 3% mindset change and resulted in a 25% increase in the subject's tendency towards promiscuity. The increase in sexual attention and interaction the subject has received since I first altered her also lead to positive reinforcement of the changes made, without further influence required."

"Wow... OK, that makes a lot of sense. So are you saying I just sort of... released her inner slut."

"It is correct to say that social influences caused the subject to repress some of her promiscuous nature, but she is now augmented with learned behaviours to exaggerate her underlying nature. Neither state is more true to her than the other."

"OK, well... let's make a 'Slut Routine' then. How slutty was Imogen before any alterations."

"The subject was 1.3 times more likely to engage in promiscuous behaviour than the average for a female in the 18-25 age bracket in the UK."

"And after the most recent changes?"

"The subject is now 2.2 times more likely to engage in promiscuous behaviour, when compared with the same sample population."

"Only 2.2 times? But she's had sex with like eight or nine guys in a fortnight."

"Due to environmental influences, such as the Attraction Routine, the subject is 5.7 times more likely to be presented with the opportunity to engage in sexual activity, outside of a committed relationship, when compared to the same sample population."

"OK... makes sense. How much did you have to change her mindset? Take into account only those that affected her sluttiness."

"The subject underwent an 8.6% mindset change."

"OK, well, in that case, the Slut Routine is simple, without incurring more than a 10% mindset change make the subject as slutty as possible. Heightened sex drive, sex with guys, sex with girls, an increased interest in masturbation, make them like to be cummed on, make them enjoy porn..." he paused to think about all the changes he had made to Imogen, "um...reduced aversion to being naked in public... and make the subject no longer want to wear underwear... unless they are intentionally dressing up sexy. Oh and prompt me to come up with a fun quirk, like Imogen's wearing her high heels all the time. Save that."

Stephen thought for a little while. He knew that he couldn't resist altering Alex. He was making all these routines for his next subject, who would be her. He thought about how slutty she was coming home with a strange couple for a threesome on a whim, and how easy it should be to make her as slutty, if not more slutty, than Imogen. He thought of their naked bodies together and then the idea of decorating her came into his mind. He imagined them both with tramp stamps, licking each others' pierced nipples and he knew what he was going to do. He couldn't help it.




The Master Program Ch. 03



"Tattoos and piercings though... they aren't natural, so is there any natural predisposition towards them?"

"Like clothes, there are innate contributors to the desire for or against such body modifications, like the aversion to pain. Depending on the social influences the subject has undergone during their lifetime, reconciling a subject's aversion or preference to a tattoo or piercing given to them can vary in difficulty."

"How much did you have to change Imogen?"

"4%."

"OK, next time I want to give someone piercings and tattoos, I want you tell me in advance how much you would need to alter their mindset. Then, on prompt, I will give you a list of places I would like tattooed and pierced. In the case of tattoos, I want them to be as close to my preference as possible, but prioritise the subject's choice, unless I say otherwise. Save this as the 'Tattoo Routine'."

He took a deep breath before continuing, "Change the subject to Alex."

The screen switched to a view of Alexandra Leyland. He checked live view to see her sitting on a couch eating a plate of pasta. He asked the program if she had any commitments for the rest of the day, which she did not for at least four hours. Far more casual about tampering with the fibre of another human's existence this time round, he instructed the Master Program to bring her to his flat, without any hesitation. He saw she lived about fifteen minutes beyond Imogen's flat, by bus, so he expected her to arrive in about an hour, factoring in that he made her bring a second outfit he would find sexy. He used the Master Program to see where Sophie was, and instructed it to make sure she would be out their flat whilst Alex was there. He took a few minutes to check his stocks of tattoo ink and body jewellery and then went back to revision, or at least tried to, through his intense anticipation.

Just over an hour later, Alex was standing next to the kitchen table in Stephen's flat, as Imogen had done two weeks before. He commanded her to undress, which she did in her trance-like state, allowing him to inspect her naked body. The screen indicated she already had the Health routine applied to her from the previous night, so he started applying the rest, beginning with the Safety Routine. Second was the Female Grooming Routine, where her chose to keep her pubic area bare of hair. Next was the breast size routine, he chose 32E, just smaller than Imogen's as Alex had a slightly smaller frame. He then moved onto the Attraction Routine, followed by the Slut Routine.

"What special interest would you like the subject to have?"

"Ooo... masturbating with sex toys. Yeah. Make that something she loves doing if she has the spare time. Make sure she has a huge toy collection that she makes no effort to hide, well, unless it's like around her parents or her boss or something where there could be really weird consequences. Actually, if there's anyone who might find it really disturbing or react badly, just make sure they somehow never encounter it. I want her to always carry around a toy or two, and not even discreet ones, like a proper pink rabbit vibrator, in her bag. Should she be in a public place, she should still try and masturbate, but make sure anyone else around her that might be offended would not notice her, and make her subconsciously aware she can get away with this. If she can't masturbate in public using a toy because it's too loud or obvious, get her to use her hands. When she is masturbating in a private residence or another place where it isn't illegal or highly inappropriate, I want her to be really casual about getting caught. If she were in her kitchen, for example, and a flatmate walked in, she shouldn't be embarrassed, just stop, like one might if they were caught picking their nose. Provided the person does not take offence, she could even carry on until she is finished. She should also happily talk about it like it's a hobby to anyone who wouldn't mind listening. The person listening to her/catching her should also not be too bothered, and everyone who knows her should treat it like 'oh yeah, that's Alex just being Alex'. If she is about to be caught by someone who you might not be able to make do that then give her a subconscious warning to stop. This affinity for masturbation with toys starts as soon as I get her a collection of toys, a collection that she will continue to grow at a sensible pace. Until then, make her do so with hands or any existing toys she may have. Execute."

"Complete."

"Now for the Tattoos; apply routine."

"The subject will require a 3% alteration."

"That's fine."

"What locations would you like to pierce?"

"Same as Imogen. Execute."

Stephen could see small holes appear in Alex's nipples and upper belly button as she walked to the table to collect the jewellery he had left out for her. He had chosen a similar style to Imogen's but where her jewellery was shocking pink, Alex's was bright green, and where it was black, Alex's was sliver. As soon as Alex had finished adjusting the bright green stud that sat upon her clitoral hood, the program prompted Stephen for the locations of tattoos.

"OK, back of the neck, both shoulder blades... sorry no, she already has one on her shoulder, so do one for her other shoulder blade too, tramp stamp, one half way between her right nipple and right clavicle, left wrist, some writing up the outside of her right forearm, kinda like Rihanna, ooo... left buttock, something around the right ankle and something on one of her feet, her choice. Oh, but make sure the tramp stamp is something big and that both I and Imogen will really like."

He made her turn round, but locked the front view on the screen, then instructed the program to execute. He watched excitedly as she ingested some ink from the table which began to appear through her skin. Her hair was up in a ponytail so he had an un-obscured view of the yin-yang symbol that was becoming visible on her neck. He started to wonder if that was a bit too hippie for his liking but got distracted when his eyes caught the huge rose that had formed two finger widths above her butt crevice. It was six inches in diameter and it sat upon what looked like black tribal markings. These were thick interwoven lines, like a braid of hair stretching across the entire flat part of her lower back. He took this in for a few seconds, when he decided to inspect the rest of her tattoos. A flying pixie with a trail of stars was now at home on her right shoulder blade and low down on her left butt cheek rested what appeared to be a reddy-pink lipstick imprint of a kiss. He saw a whole bunch of tattoos on the screen but he ordered her to turn round so he could see them live. The first thing to capture his attention was her upper right breast. It was shaped somewhere between an oval and a rectangle, and filled in with an Aztec-style design, in browns, yellows and reds. He moved down her body, first looking at her wrist, which now had a snowflake on it, and then onto her forearm which read 'At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet' with each word punctuated with little stars of varying colours. Recognising it as a quote from Plato, he wondered if Alex was a hippie or really into her ancient cultures. His inspection made its way to her feet; on her right ankle was the outline of a star and on the top of her left foot was an Ankh, an ancient Egyptian symbol.

"OK, let's see what she has in her bag," said Stephen, after he was done admiring his handiwork, in reference to the sexy outfit he had requested she bring. She pulled out a tight denim miniskirt, a light pink tank top and a pair of floral wedges that were at least 5 inches high. He instructed the program to make that if she ever needed to wear shoes, she would wear heels, unless heels were impractical in the situation, and then added that condition to the end of the Female Grooming Routine. He watched her as she dressed; first the skirt, which left her entire tramp stamp exposed, and finished just above her mid-thigh, at a height that might expose her bare crotch at certain angles and positions; she then pulled on her top, this came to the middle of her back, which pleased Stephen as it still left her lower back tattoo on show. The fabric was so thin her dark areola skin was obvious through the top and the green nipple rings were so clearly evident she may as well have been topless.

"Get slut number two to pack her clothes up and head back to her flat. As soon as she is out at the bus stop take her out of trance mode and give her a reason why she was round here."

Stephen watched Alex head home on the bus using the Master Program. He was pleased to see her take a seat at the back of the top deck of the bus and slip her hand up her skirt. Had the people on the bus not been influenced not to look at her, it would have been fairly obvious what she was doing, despite a reasonable attempt by her to remain discreet. This modification seemed to couple well with the one designed to attract more people, because a good-looking guy sat next to her, unfazed by her self-pleasuring. She made eye contact with him, without letting up her fingering, and even seemed to exchange words while rubbing away at herself. The guy leant over and helped her come to an orgasm that looked like she had to try hard to stifle and then they both disembarked the bus. He watched the couple walk to Alex's flat, where they had sex, exchanged numbers and kissed goodbye at the flat door, Alex now unabashedly naked. As soon as she shut the door, her hand darted to her clit, which she massaged while checking her phone. Once done, she re-entered her bedroom, tossed her phone onto a pile of clothes, and then fetched a small pink vibrator from the back of a drawer full of clothes. He masturbated watching her do the same, until his phone went off. He waited until it looked like she came and then checked his phone.

"Woohoo! Fucked guy 18 in the toilets and on my way to 19! AND Alex texted me back saying she's keen to meet up tomorrow evening. Might pop round to yours later. Try and entice Sophie into a threesome. Im not even kidding. Do you think itd be too forward to bring a strapon to a first date?"

Imogen mentioning strap-ons reminded him to check for sex toys for Alex, before her hands fell off from the strain of constant masturbation. He had planned to buy her fifteen or so toys, but he looked online for prices and anything more complicated than a simple vibrating rod was £20 or more. He didn't have the money, especially as he planned to go buy more tattoo ink and body jewellery; at the back of his mind he was already giving Sophie nipple piercings and an a tramp stamp but his conscious brain didn't want to admit that. He wondered how he could get money quickly, using the Master Program, without outright stealing. He thought about maybe having someone who had become rich through criminal means hand him over £10,000, then it wouldn't really be so bad, but he didn't fancy trying that in case it went horribly wrong. He knew the Master Program could do two things, influence others and read minds. Then it hit him. He could use the program to play poker. He would have a huge advantage over the other players, as the program could read what the other players had and tell him what to do. He Googled for poker games on that day; he found a low stakes tournament starting in 30 minutes, with a £15 entry and an estimated £400 in winnings for first place. He also found a cash game, with much higher stakes; a buy-in of £500 and last entry at midnight. It was 5:30pm now, and the tournament was estimated to last for six hours. Both games were at the same card house, so he hoped he could use his winnings to buy into the second game and win a few grand in cash.

Stephen made it just in time to join the tournament. He had the Master Program on his phone and it was feeding him subconscious hints on what to do. He had instructed it to make sure he won, but not make it look like he was cheating. There were 7 tables of 5 people each, and Stephen was worried after it looked like he was about to be the second to go out at his table in less than an hour, but the Master Program won him three consecutive hands which put out two other players. At 11:17pm it was just Stephen and another player; third place had just walked out with a £25 prize. The Master Program was telling him that his opponent was bluffing the flush, whilst really he only had two pairs. His opponent all in, Stephen feigned thought, then called, and showed the winning hand, to win £400.

"Man, you have balls, or you can read minds," chuckled his opponent, gracefully accepting defeat.

Accepting the prize money, he took out £100 of his own cash and used it to enter the high-stakes game. There were ten seats round the table, but only eight were filled, including his own. The Master Program opened Stephen's game slowly, to allay any suspicions. The program suggested a few bad calls, in between some well paying wins, bringing him to £650 by 1am. Under the guise of gaining confidence, Stephen became more aggressive, sweeping up another £150 in less than 30 minutes. The game was to draw to a close in less than an hour, which, in addition to their fatigue, caused his opponents to become more reckless. Unnecessary bravado from two opponents, plus a third close win to another, gained Stephen £1,645 at the end of the game. His £15 taxi ride home might have seemed decadent just twelve hours ago, but now it still left him with over a grand and a half in profit. Having not checked his phone since the start of the tournament, he saw a couple of missed calls and a few texts from Imogen. She seemed to have come to his flat, which he totally forgot she said she'd do, but she then appeared to have met one of her other fuck buddies, taking her total of guys that day to six; a fact she told him in huge capital letters, followed by six smiley faces. Once in bed, Stephen went back online looking for sex toys. He bought sixteen at a cost of nearly £500 then looked up poker games on the next day, assuming that he could find several to go to on Saturday. He found enough to keep him busy from 11am until early hours on Sunday, and took down their addresses and times on his phone.

Stephen awoke at around 9 am, by which time Imogen had already texted him, asking him to call her soon as he was awake. Being ahead of her revision schedule, she had planned a sex day, to see how many guys she could sleep with before meeting Alex at 8pm. She told him she had left Will's house shortly before, making him number 1 for the day, and she was hoping Stephen would be number 2. He told her he had to be quick, so by 10 am she had already come round to his and had a load pumped inside of her. As she left, she asked him to make a list of her sexual partners, since it had been quite exciting for her to recall all of them the other day. He agreed to oblige, and she promised to text him as and when she was sleeping with new people. They walked to the bus stop with Imogen's head resting on his shoulder, a strange juxtaposition of this relationship like behaviour, whilst she was telling him that she might wear just a bikini and a sarong today, to make sure she got the attention of as many guys as possible.

They boarded separate buses, as Stephen headed to the casino and Imogen back to her flat. Just before he entered his venue, he used his phone to check on Imogen, to see she had donned a black tie-side bikini, a white sarong around her waist and a pair of black stilettos. She had clearly bought this bikini before her transformation, because the triangles for her top were far too small for her new breasts but he imagined that might have been the very look she was going for. Stephen entered the first game; a medium stakes tournament. He walked off 4 hours later £650 richer. After two more cash games he upped his winnings by a further £900. Over the course of the games he checked his phone to keep updated about Imogen's progress. She texted him to say her third and fourth guys of the day were strangers she'd met in the park, one called George, the other whose name she didn't know. Her fifth was the guy who had cancelled on her yesterday and the sixth was Ed. Just after 5pm, when Stephen was about to enter his fourth poker game, she triumphantly texted him to say she was about to smash yesterday's record and sleep with her seventh guy of the day and 23rd overall, someone she had met in the supermarket. She asked him to check his phone in two hours by which time he had already gained £120 in chips. Her text contained a few self-photos of her in what he assumed was a top, accompanied by the message, 'My dress for tonight? Do I look hot?'

He examined the pictures carefully, taking the option to sit out of the game for a couple of hands, to see the 'dress' was black and strapless. It was clinging tightly to her breasts and stomach, but there was a cut up either side of the dress from the lower hem to the waist line, which meant the front and back flaps hung loose. This was exceptionally dangerous as the back of the dress barely covered three-quarters of her buttocks and the front seemed to just come far enough to preserve her decency, but he guessed even the light breeze one might experience from taking a flight of stairs at a reasonable pace would be enough to lift that flap and expose some of her bare groin. It was at this moment he was gutted he could not be there to watch or in any way record this slutty lesbian date. He wanted to use the Master Program to observe Alex, but he didn't think he could stay sane if he saw her dressed up all slutty too and knew he was missing out. Then it occurred to him; the Master Program was still a computer program.

"Can you use Live Mode and record the output to a video file?"

"Yes."

"Does Live Mode do audio?"

"Yes."

"Damn... I was watching all those orgasms in silence, oh well. I want you to record Imogen and Alex from this point onwards until they are next apart. Switch between them to get better camera angles and full coverage of the date. Record it in HD, use all 300GB free space if you have to."

He was glad that the Master Program was helping him play poker, because had he been doing this for real, he would have been far too distracted to keep earning money. He left at 1am, £2,050 richer than he had been in the morning. When he arrived home, Stephen was sorely tempted to check on the date, but he decided it would be more fun to watch the video in one go. Knowing he'd be unable to sleep, Stephen programmed himself to sleep until the video finished recording or 11am, whichever came earlier.



The Master Program Ch. 04



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work. 

Chapter 4: Ruth Jones

Waking up at exactly 11am, Stephen figured that meant that Imogen and Alex were still together. Still feeling the resolve to wait, he instructed the program to alert him when the recording was done and then went to check on Sophie, as he hadn't seen her for a few days.

"Morning Sophie," he said, knocking on her door.

"Hey Stephen," replied a slightly croaky voice. He slowly opened her door to see her still laying under her covers, "thought I'd have a lie in day, since it's Sunday. Plus I'm kinda feeling a bit crap."

"What's wrong?" he replied, thinking that even with her golden hair in a big tousled mess she looked anything but crap.

"I miss Robbie. Well not really. He's been really immature about this whole break-up, so I don't really miss him, I just miss... having a boyfriend I suppose."

"Maybe you need to find someone new then?"

"I agree, but I'm just not ready yet. I'd still be remembering things about Robbie. I'd be too scared of hurting the other person."

"Well, let me take you out for lunch then. We can pretend we're on a date. Or can even be a real one if you like?"

"Oh Stephen, that's so sweet. I should revise though; I'm really behind because I've been moping."

"Oh, OK, just thought I'd help you get your mind off Robbie," replied Stephen, feeling slightly disappointed.

"No, you're right. Let's grab dinner," she said, and then rolled out from under her quilt. She walked over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, just left of his lips. Being as subtle as he could he tried to check out her entire body; she was dressed in a loose mid-length strappy top and a pair of pink pants. The pants were quite modest, but they allowed him to check out the lower half of her very shapely bum as she went to fetch a towel from her radiator.

"Well, I'll pick you up at seven then?" replied Stephen, then continued, feeling a little bolder, "make sure to wear something sexy, in case you get lucky."

"Excuse me?" questioned Sophie, her eyebrow raised. Stephen was about to reply apologetically, when she gave him a cheeky smile and continued, "I always look sexy. And I think you'll find that you'd be the lucky one to get some of this." She turned round and shook her bum a little then giggled before telling him she needed to shower. Stephen returned to his room and opened up his Macbook. A bubble had popped up in the corner of the screen altering him to the fact his video was finished recording. He looked over at his phone to see a text message from Imogen.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!! Best sex ever! And she's a massive slut too! Call me ASAP!"

As soon as she picked up the phone she started talking, with the pace of an excited schoolgirl, "The sex was awesome, I'll tell you about it when I next see you, but just before we left we saw we both got texts from guys asking us if we're busy today, so we agreed to go over, fuck our respective guys; we've got invitations from three each, and then meet up again later and decide which one to go have a threesome with! I did say we could go have sex with you, sweetie, but we both decided it might be more fun to try a threesome with someone new. But I promise I'll come and fuck you later today or as early as I can tomorrow. Got to go nearly at the first guy's house his name is James, for your list. Bye!"

She hung up before he could even say a word but that was fine by him, because what little she described had made him even more eager to watch his video. Before starting it, he opened up a Word document and noted down the names of all of Imogen's sexual partners and the dates they first had sex, where he knew them, using the Master Program to jog his memory. After entering the 24th name, he saved it under 'Imogen List' in the same folder as his new video. From the file details, he could see it was in highest definition his computer could support, taking the filesize to nearly 100GB. He made a mental note to buy an external hard drive or two, and then started the video. He immediately noticed it was a 17 hour video, and realised that a lot of this video might be of them sleeping or doing other mundane things. He opened up the Master Program and asked it if it was allowed to edit videos, remembering the earlier conversation he had had with the program when he first used it. It responded by telling him it could edit images only to reconcile changes to subjects' memories and physical appearance, unless itself had created the image, which in this case it had. He asked it to make a second file from the first full video, to make it 'look professional' and to cut out any bits he would find boring. Instantly a second file appeared next to the first, which was just over 9 hours long. He clicked it and it began to run.

The screen was white, then in a faded wipe, text saying 'Imogen Daniels' appeared on the screen. 'Alexandra Leyland' appeared next, underneath it, finally followed by yesterday's date. A view of Imogen from behind replaced the text, clearly showing how inappropriately short her outfit was, before the 'camera' panned round to her front. The time was showing in the bottom left hand corner of the screen, indicating it was 7:10pm, just after she had sent him the pictures of her outfit. She was examining herself in the mirror; she was inspecting the silver chain which was around her neck, evidently checking to see it matched her earrings. She then let her hair down and shook her head so it all flowed freely. Next she pulled down her top below her nipples, and twisted her rings so that the ball bearing was correctly orientated at the bottom of the ring. Seemingly satisfied, she lifted up the front of her dress and examined the hood piercing. She started to rub it against her clit for a few seconds; she started to moan a little before moving over to the bed. She searched in her purse for a minute to pull out her mini-vibrator, which she pressed against her clit.

As it began to buzz, the screen faded to Alex's bedroom. She was lying on her back legs spread, wearing a pink dress that was hoicked up to her waist. She was rapidly gyrating her vibrator, which she had inserted deep into herself. She cried out loudly and tensed her whole body for a few seconds before rolling of the bed lazily. She stepped into the black heels she had worn during the night of their threesome, or at least a very similar looking pair, and then stood up, looking unbalanced for a second. She pulled the skirt of her dress down; hers was just long enough to cover her ass, unlike Imogen's, but it was still far too short to be going commando in. The top half of the dress was also revealing; the front was huge scoop neck that came down below her belly button and left most of her sideboob on show, the back was very open too; the dress was halter-neck style and cut so low that it just stopped above her butt cleavage, leaving the middle part of her tramp stamp on show, though the rest was still just visible through the light colour fabric. She grabbed her vibrator from the bed and walked through to her kitchen, where another girl was cooking something on the hob.

"Hey Kate, sorry, didn't realise you were in," she said, speaking to the other girl. Kate was only on the screen for a few seconds but Stephen was not bothered about her, as she was plain-looking and a little bit chubby round the waist.

"I knew you were in; the noises you make with that thing are ridiculous," replied Kate, pointing to Alex's vibrator, which Alex was washing in the sink.

"Sorry! I'm just excited about my date." giggled Alex.

"Oh I wondered why you were all dressed up, or not dressed," he heard Kate snigger, "Is this with Doug?"

"No, I saw him earlier today," she replied, dabbing the vibrator clean with some kitchen roll, "tonight I'm seeing that girl from my threesome. Her name's Imogen."

"What, for an actual date date?"

"Yeah."

"So are you gay now?!" she asked, as Alex started wiping juices that had overflowed from her vagina down her thighs. Kate caught sight of this and continued before Alex could reply, "Girl! We have a toilet for that!"

"Whoops, sorry, we were talking."

"Well, yeah, but at least you kept the action to the bedroom this time."

"Oh yeah," laughed Alex, presumably about being caught somewhere in the flat.

"Anyway, are you bi now?"

"Dunno, I mean it's not the same feeling as I have for guys. I just really enjoyed the sex I suppose."

"Wow... well, I suppose the more you're getting laid, by either gender, the less I'll find you around here playing with yourself."

"I got laid three times today and still had room for my little buddy here, thank you very much," replied Alex, waving her vibrator.

"Three, wow, fuck. Well, if there is one addiction I can understand, it's a sexual one."

Alex faded out back to Imogen, the time now 7:25. Imogen, was still sitting on the edge of her bed, groaning and huffing, whilst fingering herself with her left hand and holding her bullet vibrator to her clit with her right. She took a further minute to complete her orgasm, after which she checked her time on her phone; 7:28. She grabbed a face-wipe from her desk and wiped down her vibrator then dropped it in her bag and headed for the door.

As she opened the door to exit her flat, Stephen heard her flatmate's voice call out, "Enjoy your lesbo date!"

"Will do!" replied Imogen and the screen faded to 7:35; Imogen was now heading down into Camden town underground station.

What followed was a compilation of both girls' journeys to their destination. Imogen got chatted up by three guys, all of whom she swapped numbers with, and Alex did with two. He noticed that Alex had tried to sit in the most deserted carriage on the tube, but by the time she had sat down and slipped her hands between her legs she was passing through Euston and her train filled up with Saturday night party goers. Imogen arrived at Charing Cross Underground Station first, and waited by the station's main entrance until Alex called her 3 minutes later. The two open-mouthed kissed for a couple of seconds, which drew even more attention to them than Imogen's butt cheeks had already. The two walked down the Strand, arms embracing each other around their backs, hips and bums swinging in unison. They entered Zizzi, an Italian restaurant, where they were seated by an ogling waiter.

Sitting down caused Alex's dress to ride up, but any angle that would allow someone to see her naked pussy accidentally was blocked by the table. Imogen's, on the other hand, was too short at the back to properly reach the seat of the chair and so her naked ass was making contact with it. She had also chosen to cross her legs, which forced her dress even higher at the waist and held up the front flap, accentuating the fact that Imogen was just wearing what really was a top, and nothing else. Imogen shuffled her chair around the table so the couple were sitting at adjoining edges of the square table, as opposed to opposite each other.

The two leaned in for a deep kiss, allowing their pierced tongues to wrap and caress each other. This kiss lasted for at least half a minute, during which time a middle-aged woman walked behind the table, totally unfazed by any of the happenings at the table; Stephen presumed this was the Master Program at work. They stopped kissing but continued to hold hands, whilst they started to make small talk. Alex was telling Imogen that she worked at a bar, whilst she was deciding what to do as a career, when the video faded forward by fifteen minutes.

"So, what about your spare time?" asked Imogen, as she ate some salad, which looked to be their starter.

"I masturbate a lot," replied Alex, in a totally matter-of-fact tone, "if I get the chance to, I'll touch myself, especially with my best friend here." She pulled her pink vibrator out of her bag long enough to show Imogen then dropped it back in.

"Ooo, nice I have my bullet in my purse. She's small but she gets the job done. So how much is a lot?"

"Well, without fail, I'll do myself once in the morning and once at night. If I think I'm gonna get some action that night, I'll do my evening session before I head out, then have one as soon as I get in or on the way back to mine. I also make sure to have at least one more during the day, but I have to be incredibly busy for it to be just one; I often end up giving myself a dozen."

"Wow," said Imogen, giggling and looking at Alex with genuine admiration, "I feel stupid saying I like masturbation now! I mean if I've gone an hour or two without being pleasured in some way I do end up pleasuring myself, but that just happens. I'll always try my best to get laid first. How do you have time for anything else?"

"Practice. With the right mental warm up I can come to orgasm in less than five minutes. As long as I get myself horny and worked up before I start the release comes fast. And I'm pretty much always horny. Just looking at you right now is making me so wet. If we were in even a little more secluded a spot, maybe that table," said Alex, pointing at a table in the corner, "I would definitely have started to rub myself."

"Oh I'd love you to slip your hand up my dress," moaned Imogen.

"Yes, please. The idea of touching myself and you at the same time is making me hornier. Then you touching us both. I love the feeling of being so horny I can't focus on anything else. I love it and hate it."

Both girls eyed each other, breathing very deeply and subconsciously separating their legs by about an inch. Alex was playing with the hem of her dress, tugging on it in frustration; he noticed her sigh a couple of times when it looked like she had managed to reach her clit with one of her fingers for a second or two. Imogen trusted herself even less, and was holding onto the corners of her table, desperately trying to control her breathing. The two tried this for a few minutes, before Alex suggested they talk about something less arousing. They settled on talking about non-sexual things they liked doing and the video faded forward by half an hour to show a large plate sitting between them; empty for all but a couple of pizza crusts and a half eaten slice. The couple started to kiss but Alex pulled away, reluctantly.

"Don't start kissing me again, it's taking all my will power not to fuck you on this table right now. Let's just get the bill and go," said Alex.

They held each other's hands and gently rubbing fondling each other's fingers as they waited to get a waiters' attention. Out of shot, Stephen could hear a group of people moving, quickly followed by the entrance of a girl into the scene. The 'camera' panned round to get a better view of the new girl. She had strong features, which made her strikingly attractive, but in an odd tomboyish sort of way. Her bright blue eyes contrasted with her very dark almost black hair, to add to her distinctive look.

"Hi, sorry to disturb you two, but me and my friends are about to head to Pink, it's a bar where... well girls who like girls can go and I thought you two might want to come along?"

"Oh, wow, but we're..." started Imogen, and Stephen presumed she was about to finish with 'we're not gay' but then realised she was on a date with a girl.

"We really want to get back and... finish our date..." said Alex, most of her attention focused on Imogen, or rather focusing on suppressing the desire to pounce on Imogen there and then.

"I'd love to take your number though," interjected Imogen handing over her phone. The girl, whose name was Ru, entered her number, and said she'd love to meet up, then left as the waiter, still ogling, handed the couple their bill. The movie faded forward to the couple standing outside, where Alex asked if they could get a taxi to Imogen's flat because she was hoping they could mess around in the back. As soon as they decided, the first taxi they waved down enthusiastically stopped for them and the wide-eyed driver happily welcomed them into his vehicle. The two girls sat right next to each other, kissing passionately and stroking the others' thighs. He briefly wondered what the driver must have been thinking when hands started slipping towards pussies but when Alex's middle finger entered Imogen, Stephen forgot that they even in a taxi.

For twenty minutes, Imogen and Alex alternated touching each other, getting more excited but not quite daring enough to get full on in the back of the taxi, until they finally arrived at Imogen's flat. The two girls desperately darted out the taxi, almost forgetting to pay the driver, who looked like he too almost forgot they had to pay. Alex stroked Imogen's hips as she opened the front door to her building. They took nearly five minutes to ascend the two floors to Imogen's flat as the girls kept stopping to kiss and finger each other. Imogen entered her flat first to find Julie walking by; it had seemed she had just fetched a glass of water from the kitchen.

"Ooo, Imm, you're back! How was your girl-on-girl...oh!" Julie paused as Alex walked in behind Imogen, "Nice to meet you."

Probably because she was so desperate to fuck Alex, Imogen dragged her towards the bedroom, whilst acknowledging her flatmate just enough to say Alex's and Julie's names to each other in a hurried introduction. As the two girls entered Imogen's room the camera panned to show Julie's expression; half-shocked, half-amused. Alex and Imogen stood by the side of the bed and kissed passionately. Now that they were alone, they were far less inhibited about fingering each other, which they did without undressing or even breaking their kiss, for nearly 10 minutes. Imogen pushed Alex onto her bed, and separated her legs as she went down. The camera zoomed to show Imogen's tongue deftly stroking along Alex's labia; she was exhaling gently in time to the licking. Imogen wrapped her arms round Alex's thighs so she could spread the lips and move her tongue onto the other girl's clit. Imogen used both girls' piercings to stimulate Alex's clit as best she could, which brought her to a gasping orgasm. As the orgasm dissipated, Alex took Imogen by the underarms and dragged her up towards her face. Filled with gratitude she kissed the Imogen whose mouth, chin and cheeks were covered in saliva and girl cum.

"Your turn, I want to make you cum and scream for me," begged Alex.

"OK, but I want to sixty-nine, I can't stop licking you."

The two of them rolled onto their sides and buried their faces in each others' groins, both groaning and gyrating, whilst trying as hard as possible to focus on licking the other one out. Stephen watched in awe for nearly half an hour whilst the camera circled round the lesbian couple. He admired their writhing tattooed bodies and listened to four moaning orgasms, two for each girl, before they finally relinquished their love-making. As the two of them lazily crawled into the other's arms and gently kissed wet faces, Stephen chose to have his own orgasm and then closed the video. He checked his phone to see it was a little bit after four. He also had three texts from Imogen; the first two were the names of guys 25 and 26 and the third message informed him she was going to go revise before she slept with guy 27 to decide who she and Alex should have a threesome with.

Stephen dutifully filled in the list of Imogen's newest sex partners, somewhat feeling excited, somewhat feeling jealous about her threesome plan. Despite the jealousy, Stephen thought he should help the process along as it was inevitable that Imogen would indulge in regular group sex. He brought up the Master Program and altered the Attraction Routine so that it would preferentially arrange group sex opportunities where possible, at the discretion of the subject. He added the condition that group sex with multiple men was acceptable, but not where there would be intentional gay sex. After shutting the program he went to have a shower and headed out to buy an external hard-drive, ready to record Alex's and Imogen's impending threesome. Back in his flat by half past 6, Stephen had 30 minutes to set up the Master Program recording and search the internet for a nice place to take Sophie. A little nervous about his date, he initialised the Master Program on his phone so he could undo any stupid he might say or do. He also asked the program to suggest what he should wear based on her tastes, which lead him to grab a pair of dark jeans and a red and white striped shirt. Dressed, shaved and with a location in mind, Stephen took a deep breath and knocked on Sophie's door.




The Master Program Ch. 04



"Hey Steve, come in," came Sophie's voice. Stephen entered to find her kneeling in front of her mirror, touching up her eye make-up. She stood up as soon as he was inside and turned round to face her. Her dress was peach coloured and loose enough to slightly billow from the force of her turning round. Once the hem floated back down he noticed it just finished above her knees, and he could see the straps from her bra alongside the straps of her dress. His first reaction was to use the Master Program to get her to remove her underwear and put on something shorter but he decided against it; he was doing this to help her, to make her get over Robbie, not for his own pleasure.

"You look nice, I'm not sure I've seen that shirt before. So where are we going?"

"Oh yeah, thanks, I don't wear it often, you look really nice too! Anyway, there's this pub slash restaurant not too far from here, the Wrotham Arms, it supposedly does really good food."

"Yeah I might have heard of that actually, good choice," she replied as she slipped into a pair of sequined purple heels, "near Wrotham Road right? That's near enough for heels." She gave him a kiss on the cheek, causing him to blush brightly and Stephen begun his first real date.

During the walk to the pub the flatmates conversed about everyday life, like how revision was going and when Alice was coming back to their flat; apparently she had texted Sophie to say she wouldn't be back for the next two weeks. Stephen felt the strong contrast between this and his experiences with Imogen, who nearly exclusively spoke about sexual things with him. It felt both mundane and exciting at the same time; mundane because he thought about the wild group sex she was about to have whilst he was speculating when the writers of How I Met Your Mother would finally, finally reveal how Ted meets his kids' mother, but it was also exciting because it felt real; he was around an attractive girl who wanted to be with him for him, rather than his magic computer program. The pair had each ordered a drink and were deciding what to eat when Sophie brought up Robbie for the first time. She mentioned that Robbie would have loved the fried egg-topped burger but she caught herself and apologised. There was silence for a few seconds that threatened to become horribly awkward but Sophie spoke again.

"Well since I should probably avoid talking about my love life, let's deflect onto yours," announced Sophie, with a cheeky, and incredibly sexy in a cutesy sort of way, smile, "rumour has it, and by rumour I mean Brian, as in Julie's boyfriend Brian, told me you and Imogen had a... third."

"Third?"

"You, her and another girl... I didn't believe it at first, but I remember you saying you and her were kinda seeing other people as well as each other?"

"Oh... um... yes," said Stephen getting a little embarrassed, and somewhat unsure if he should talk about other women around his 'date'.

"Sorry," replied Sophie, with a mock embarrassed look, "Am I prying too much?"

"Well Imogen and I just found this girl when we were out the other night actually, remember, I asked you if you wanted to come?"

"Oh yeah... well I'm glad I didn't tag along and cramp your style... unless," Sophie gave him a look of scrutiny, "this isn't you trying to test the water is it?" She giggled, but seemed a little serious.

"Oh, no! Not at all."

"Just kidding, I'm just teasing you, Mr. Stud," said Sophie, stroking his arm when he gave her a worried look.

"I mean... would you ever want to have sex with a girl? Because, Imogen kinda said she finds you hot," Stephen said this, but his voice became to falter as Sophie's smile faded.

She laughed awkwardly, then replied, "Not really, well into girls, just yeah, that'd be weird. Sorry no."

"Joking!" said Stephen, half trying to convince himself.

"Yeah."

The conversation went silent again and Sophie looked distinctly uncomfortable. They still hadn't ordered their food and Stephen noticed she was eyeing the direction of the door. Nervously, Stephen excused himself, claiming he needed the loo. Instead, he hid in the corridor that led to the toilets and took out his phone.

"Master Program, when I get back to the table rewind the conversation back to when Sophie called me 'Mr. Stud'."

Giving himself another few seconds to get over the awkward feeling in his stomach, Stephen returned, and again without fail, the Master program had granted his request. "Just kidding, I'm just teasing you, Mr. Stud," said Sophie, stroking his arm as she had before.

Stephen paused to think for a second, and seeing his power of unlimited chances felt a little daring, "Hmmm... sounds to me like you're the one trying to get in on the action," confidently speaking this time, followed by his own look of posed cheekiness.

This time she giggled, very genuinely, and replied, "I'll think about it. Anyway, who was the girl? Just a random? Did the two of them... you know?"

"Actually... they didn't let me join in for the first half of the night."

"Wow... I..."

Stephen gave her a second to continue but then coaxed her on when she stayed silent, "You what?"

"I kinda... and I want to make this clear, this is just a fantasy, I'm not asking to join in but I've always thought it was a fun idea."

"A threesome?"

"No, well maybe, I suppose, but I meant lesbian sex in general."

"Really?!" asked Stephen, who took a few seconds to close his mouth. He was about question her contrary statement from earlier but then remembered that from her perspective that part of the conversation had not happened.

"Yeah and...um... since I pried into your life, I can tell you a secret, but Stephen, if you tell anyone, I'll kill you!"

"You've had..."

"NO!" she interrupted and shook her head with a smile on her face, "Perv. I have... sometimes, watched porn of girls... with girls."

"Wowza."

"No, we're not talking about that anymore," demanded Sophie, looking embarrassed but also pleased with herself. The two of them sat in silence for a few seconds, but this time the silence was comfortable, and after a short session of laughing between them, a waitress came to serve them.

For the next half hour the conversation returned to things of a less sexual nature. They had eaten most of their meals when Sophie brought up a friend of hers from her school, "Yeah, she got fake boobs last year."

"Oh, how come?"

"She said she always wanted really big boobs."

"Were they small before?"

"Maybe Bs? I mean a cup-size smaller than mine?"

Stephen looked at Sophie's breasts then realised what he was doing and jerked his head back to purposefully make eye-contact with her. She openly laughed and wiggled her chest.

"Um... so what are they now?" asked Stephen bashfully.

"Ds, I think, or double Ds. Pretty big."

Stephen nodded, unsure what to say, even with unlimited chances he knew talking about the sizes of breasts to a girl was dangerous. Sophie however, seemed like she wanted to pursue the subject, "What do you think? I mean, say a girl... of my size... getting a boob job?"

"Well, big breasts are great... and all... but it seems expensive and it's invasive and stuff, for boobs, and well, I mean yours are good already. I mean I assume they are. I mean that they are from the few times I've seen them. Unintentionally."

Sophie burst out in laughter, "Oh Steve, you're so cute, they're just breasts, you don't have to get in such a tizzy over them! Maybe I should let you touch them and then you'll stop getting in such a tongue twister over them."

"Touch? You mean your breasts?"

"You're too easy," she said, still laughing, "anyway, I'm just curious, as to what you think, because my mum has huge ones, so I assumed I would too, and these are kinda average, which I'm fine with now, but when I was younger I always thought about getting really big DDs or Es."

"Hey, as I said, you're hot the way you are, but I can never talk a woman out of bigger breasts." Stephen rolled his eyes at himself to make sure Sophie knew he was joking, but then redirected the subject to Alice's return in order to avoid situations that might make him too horny to hold polite conversation.

Their chatter returned to things of a non-sexual nature and remained that way for the next hour and a half, when they returned to their flat. Sophie put on a film for them to watch, which lasted until midnight, then announced her intention to go to sleep. They held hands whilst walking the bathroom door, which was between both of their bedrooms, then Sophie leaned in and kissed Stephen on the cheek.

"Night Steve. I enjoyed myself, but you know it has barely been two weeks since Robbie and I broke up. If this was a date, it was wonderful, but I'm not sure I'll fit in with your crazy life with Imogen."

"I..." he paused to think about what to say and just decided he would sleep on whatever decision he could make to win her round, especially if he was to use some newfound help to get there, "Goodnight."

Three days passed and Stephen had decided to leave things with Sophie as they were. The two of them had become a lot closer as friends, but without using the Master Program, he wasn't sure how he could get out of the friend zone. He felt himself succumbing to its temptations on Thursday afternoon, when his phone buzzed with a text message; it was from Imogen. He had seen her twice since his date with Sophie, both times making sure Sophie was out the house before Imogen visited; he still hadn't decided how he wanted to play the Sophie-Imogen dynamic. He had assumed it would be a 32nd name to add to the list, however, reading through the message it was a lot more exciting and it had given him the distraction from Sophie he was looking for.

"Stevie... i met this girl on my date with alex. her name is ru. alex and i were wanting to see if we can get her to join us. its been a week since she said hey and she kinda implied she was lesbian. so do you think i should text her. can you invite someone on a threeway date is that wierd???? xxx"

Stephen's jaw dropped. He wasn't sure why these things still shocked him but he was just glad he wasn't desensitised. He remembered seeing Ru whilst watching the video of Imogen's and Alex's date; she was the girl that approached the couple as they were leaving Zizzi. He pulled up her profile, Ruth Jones, on the Master Program to inspect her properly. He began thinking about how to modify her when his mind drifted onto Alex. He had spent some time designing her, yet he had only seen her once since then, the night they had sex, and even then that was before his modifications. He knew, of course, that he could engineer plenty of situations where the two (or three including Imogen) could be together, but it was undoubtedly the case that Alex was Imogen's girlfriend, not his. Sensing that Ruth would be the same, he decided against his process of bringing the girl to his flat and tampering with her in fine detail. Instead, a plan began to form in his head; Imogen was sort of his unwitting partner-in-crime. He couldn't tell her about the Master Program; well he could, but he didn't want to, but he could make this process more autonomous.

His first idea was to give Imogen the power to call the 'Ask-on-a-date' routine whenever she needed to. She wouldn't know she was doing it on a consciously level, but it would enhance her chances of getting Ruth to go on a three-way lesbian date. His next was a little more complex. One of the problems with bringing women to the flat for modification was the fact that Sophie was here, and within the next 10 days or so, Alice would be too. He needed a base of operations that was not here. Somewhere he could store a cache of tattoo ink, piercing jewellery, sex toys, skimpy outfits and basically anything else needed to undertake modifications. He asked the Master program to find him a place, giving it the criteria that it should be relatively nearby, unused and easily accessible. He knew it might be a big task, considering that in London space is at a premium, so to find somewhere convenient and empty might be almost impossible. However, the Master Program dutifully informed him that it would scan various databases for title deeds, rental agreements and building plans, to find potentially empty rooms or proprieties. Once it compiled a list of those it would then read the minds of those nearby to assess how frequently that place was visited. The program informed him that the process would take a few hours, so in the meanwhile he opened Excel and started to compile his own list of things he would need, so that he could work out the cost to him. 

ItemCost (one)Cost (fifty)

Tattoo Ink£10£500

Body Jewellery£15£750

Toys (three each)£60£3000

Clothes (five each)£200£10000

Breast Implants??

Total£285£14250

Stephen looked at the cost of financing fifty slutty women. He knew he could easily save the money by planning for fewer women or by buying fewer clothes for them, but he didn't want this to be a half-job if he was going to turn it into an automatic process. His conversation with Sophie on Sunday had made him add breast implants to the list. With the power to make a woman's breasts any size of his choice, fake breasts seemed like a redundancy but there was something about them that seemed sexy in their own way. Large natural breasts were sexy too, but he had decided he wanted to get possession of some breast implants, maybe fifteen or twenty pairs, as well as the fifteen grand needed to buy the rest of the stuff. He didn't like the idea of stealing things, but he justified acquiring cosmetic surgery supplies away by telling himself that cosmetic surgery was both unnecessary and overpriced, so twenty pairs of implants going missing wouldn't be missed. He instructed the Master Program to search for ways to get access to the implants after it was done with the search for his new cache room.

Not knowing much about breast augmentation, Stephen opened his browser so that he could research the topic. Stephen felt a little more in the know about breast augmentation after an hour; he knew what he wanted to get now, but the Master Program had still not finished either of its tasks, so he didn't know where to get them just yet. Moving to his next goal he Googled for casinos and poker games nearby. He started scrolling through the results when an online betting website caught his eye.

"Master Program... do you think you could help me increase my chances of winning bets?"

"Whilst it is impossible to predict future events with 100% certainty, for certain types of events, like a sporting match, for example, I can evaluate the mindset, fitness and tactics of the players playing the game in question with greater insight and detail than available elsewhere. Consequently, this extra information can be used to do better than the odds presented by bookmakers. The use of well chosen 'accumulators', bets dependent on several results, can further increase odds. I can provide suggested bets that should pay out more frequently than chosen without my assistance."

"OK, well it's Thursday now, so tomorrow evening I can make a set of bets on the weekend's football matches, those should pay out by Monday morning, where I can go and scope out the site of my new cache and start buying items to fill it." Battling anticipation so strong that he actually programmed himself to stop thinking about it, Stephen pulled up his lecture notes and tried his best to focus on studying. 

The first thing Stephen did upon awaking on Monday morning was log onto his betting accounts; he had registered and played on three separate websites, so he could check his results. Having gambled £1,200 of his poker winnings, he was nervous to see what he had won. He had made bets on fifteen accumulators, six of which had failed, one pretty badly, but the remaining nine had paid out a combined total of £8,650. He started up the Master Program and requested the results he had run on Thursday. His first bit of good news was that the program had found him a base relatively near to his flat. It was 20 minutes away at a brisk walk, located above a Chinese takeaway down a quiet side street. The Master Program informed him that it was a small studio flat that had failed a health & safety inspection due to bad electrics. The landlord had not had the finances to fix the place and he hadn't been able to sell it yet, so it had been left empty and would likely be that way until the landlord returned from Monaco, which would not be for at least six months. His next piece of good news was that a cosmetic surgery clinic near Baker Street held a large store of breast implants, and the Master Program had supplied him with a method to access the store to get what he needed. His final piece of good news had come from Imogen, she and Alex were going on a date with Ruth on Tuesday evening, which meant he could test out his new system this afternoon.

By 11am Stephen found himself outside Portland Place Cosmetic Medical Centre. The Master Program guided him to a delivery entrance just as the security guard on duty 'decided' to nip to the toilet. He crept down a couple of corridors, though his caution was unnecessary thanks to subconscious prompts from the Master Program alerting him if any when people were near, until he found Store Room G. At the back he found two whole shelves of breast implants; one for saline implants, the other for silicone ones. All the implants were kept in individual sterile packaging, with labels describing their size and shape. He knew that 800cc was the largest size of implant available, without requesting custom made ones, so he searched for these first. He could find twenty-five pairs at this size; twelve were silicone and thirteen were saline. All twelve of the silicone implants were 'high' or 'moderate' profile, which gave them a better cleavage and made them look more fake, at least that seemed the case from the pictures he found on Google Images, so he grabbed eight of them. Only seven of the saline implants were high profile, but he found five more in sizes 700-750cc; though they were smaller, saline implants could be overfilled to much larger sizes, in contrast to the statically sized silicone ones. He packed the twenty pairs of breast implants into his camping rucksack, along with syringes totalling 15000cc of saline solution to fill the saline implant shells. His exit was as smoothly executed as his entrance; next stop was a sex shop in Soho, followed by a wander down Oxford Street to buy some women's clothes.

Four hours, twenty sex toys and a bag full of skirts, tops and dresses later, Stephen was walking down Hadley Close until he found the door up to his soon-to-be cache. Using subconscious instructions from the Master Program, he broke into the flat with a lock-picking kit and retrieved the spare key from a nearly empty cutlery drawer. He dumped his bag on the floor and removed three battery powered lamps so that he could light the dingy room without having to rely on the 'unsafe' electrical system of the flat. His cache came with a dusty wardrobe in the corner, which had a small chest of drawers inside it, and a one-person dining table. He headed to a nearby Poundland where he bought a table cover, a hand-held vacuum cleaner, amongst some other cleaning products, and 20 clothes hangers before returning to his cache. He gave the room a superficial clean and then began to arrange all his purchases; tops and dresses were hung in the wardrobe, skirts and other bottoms into the top two drawers of the chest of drawers, breast implants went into the bottom drawer and toys, jewellery and ink went on the freshly dressed dining table. Happy with his cache, he was ready to leave. He locked the door, hid the key by placing it on top of the door frame; not very secure, but the Master Program was instructed not to let anyone try to enter the cache unless it was Stephen or a girl who was to be modified, and headed back to his flat, ready to test out his new automated system on Ruth.




The Master Program Ch. 04



"Master Program, I've been thinking about how to implement changes on an automated basis. To do this, I want to categorise the women I've modified into sluts," he thought out loud at the program, "now, thinking about that conversation Alex and Imogen had on their date, the one about masturbating; I've identified four ways I'd like to classify by; having casual sex, masturbating, having sex with another girl and participating in group sex. These could be ranked in order of how much more likely the given girl is to these things than the average girl."

"Categorising by these qualities is possible, but indexing these to the average female of the same age range may not be the most effective method possible. For example, subject Alexandra Leyland has a far greater predisposition to masturbating than subject Imogen Daniels, but when indexed against the average 18-25 year old female this would be categorised as the fourth trait on the list for both subjects."

"OK..." he replied, then thought for a few minutes before continuing, "OK, so we'll set all the traits to have a value between 0 and 1. Hmmm... let's start with lesbianism; index that where 1 means that if the subject is presented with a man and woman of an equal level of attractiveness one hundred times, they would choose to sleep with the woman one hundred times, 0 would mean they choose the man one hundred times. Index group sex in the same way, but the choice is between two equally attractive guys and a guy who is twice as attractive as the couple, where 1 is choosing the threesome and 0 is the one-on-one sex. Oh, I suppose to be fair, there should be.... choices between, guy versus two guys, girl versus two girls... guy versus a guy and a girl and girl versus a guy and a girl, then the results of these should be weighted depending on the lesbian index. We've got casual sex too; 1 is casual sex versus sex with a boyfriend. No...sex with a fuck buddy. Finally, masturbation... choice between masturbating and sex? No, that won't work. How many times they do it a day? No, that's gonna be way higher than 1. Suggestions?"

"If used as a proxy for pleasure by sexual climax versus pleasure by tactile interaction, masturbation can be an effective measure. The suggested method would be to take one hundred scenarios where the subject must choose between masturbation, knowing they have enough time to come to orgasm, or sex with a partner who is attractive to the subject, but unlikely to bring them to climax. 1 would be masturbation chosen every time, 0 would be chosen never."

"OK, do it. Then suggest to me how you can categorise women, starting with Imogen and Alex."

"Running scenarios," informed the Master Program, continuing several seconds later, "Complete. I suggest categorising women into two main groups; those with 0.5 or greater preference for casual sex over sex with a familiar partner as category 1, those with less than 0.5 as category 2. This leaves three further traits to order descending from the trait with the highest preference. There are six possible combinations, which can be labelled from A to F, as displayed on screen."

AGroup sex-Lesbian-Masturbation 

BGroup sex-Masturbation-Lesbian 

CMasturbation -Lesbian-Group sex

DMasturbation -Group sex-Lesbian

ELesbian-Group sex-Masturbation 

FLesbian-Masturbation -Group sex 

"Analysis of the traits that make up each combination and the resulting personalities; categories A, B and C most suit your preferences. Category D is very similar to category B, but will result in a less satisfactory outcome. Categories E and F are both similar to category C, but the outcome will result in a lower preference for the subject to engage in sexual relations with a male subject. Subject Imogen Daniels is categorised as 1A. Subject Alexandra Leyland is categorised as 1C."

"OK, so when designing someone, limit them to categories A, B or C. So, why is Imogen a 1A and Alex is a 1C?"

"Subject Imogen Daniels strongly desires new sexual experiences with the ultimate goal of finding new ways to achieve sexual gratification. As a result, she has a 0.98 preference for casual sex, 0.85 preference for group sex, 0.39 preference for lesbian sex and 0.28 preference for masturbation. Subject Alexandra Leyland's strongest desire is for her own sexual gratification; she has a 0.65 preference for casual sex, 0.82 preference for masturbation, 0.61 preference for lesbian sex and a 0.55 preference for group sex."

"If Imogen has a less than 50% preference for lesbian sex, why does she have a girlfriend? And if Alex wants pleasure so much, why does she want group sex less than lesbian sex, or is she just bisexual?"

"Subject Imogen Daniels has had a lot less experience with females than with males, so her strong desire for new experiences drives her relationship with subject Alexandra Leyland. Furthermore, Imogen's awareness of the enhanced desire males have for bisexual females makes the relationship even more desirable for her. Alexandra is aware that females are often more capable at pleasuring other females than males are, because females can imagine what they themselves find pleasurable and apply their experience during lesbian sex. Group sex can frequently be male centric, so Alexandra does not necessarily see it as a way to get the most pleasure, despite the greater variety of partners involved."

"OK, I get it, so a 1A likes being pleasured, but it's also very important who is giving the pleasure. A 1C loves being pleasured and isn't fussed who does it. Does that mean a 1B is more focussed on who they have sex with rather than always gaining their own pleasure?"

"Correct."

"So if each one had their ideal threesome, 1A would be a guy and girl, 1C would be two girls and 1B would be two guys?"

"Correct."

"Interesting so category 2, how does that work?"

"Some females find it easier to get pleasure with familiar partners, within the category, A, B and C remain largely the same. For example, a 2A would try to gain new experiences by having as many sexual partners of both genders as possible."

"OK makes sense, but let's give these categories names, hmmm..." pondered Stephen, "Category 1 can be called slutty, whilst category 2, they are the romantics," Stephen sniggered at this, knowing that any women of either category he designed would not be romantically inclined in anyway, "So sub-categories, let's call the As... sex addicts? But they're all sex addicts, so, what's the other word for it... hypersexuals. So Imogen is a slutty hypersexual; I like it. Bs, they're like ditzy sluts who want lots of pleasure... I think nympho sounds about right; Alex the slutty nympho. Finally, we have group C, let's call them whores. That feels right."

A drop down menu appeared at the top of the screen, with 'Slutty' and 'Romantic' as the two options. Stephen hovered over slutty, and it expanded rightwards to show 'Hypersexuals', 'Nymphos' and 'Whores'. Hovering over Hypersexuals caused that too to expand rightwards and show Imogen's name. 

"OK, this is good, but the reason I wanted to make these categories, is to provide some variation to future women that are designed automatically by you. So, let's assign some attributes to the various categories. I want the hypersexuals to all be very exhibitionist and obsessed with looking sexy. Use Imogen as a template. They are the most likely to have all the piercings she has, but at the very least belly piercings and one nipple piercing, ring or bar. All hypersexuals should have a tramp stamp and at least one other tattoo, but no more than twenty tattoos. Leave them with no, or very little pubic hair. They are also the most likely to have fake breasts and if they do, give them really big ones. Finally, when they so wear clothes, red and blacks are their favourite, and they usually wear things with easy access for others. More importantly, it should be obvious that it's easy access to others."

"Next, use Alex as the template for the nymphos. Lots of masturbation; very, very indiscreet about it. Nymphos are very likely to have piercings, most of all clit hood and/or nipples, because they increase sensitivity in those areas. Give them very girly tattoos, at least three medium sized ones or bigger, but not likely to have more than six or seven tattoos in total. They like very figure-hugging pink clothing, again easy access, for masturbating easily, but not necessarily as obvious as the hypersexuals. Give them no preference for or against breast augmentation."

"Whores. I don't really have a template for them, so this one's gonna be a bit more vague, but you've gained my trust with your creative licence so far..." he paused and thought deeply about how he imagined a cock-crazed girl would look and act like, "Well, we'll go with preference for very tight clothing. It doesn't matter about easy access, because they want to attract guys and then have their pick of who they want; so no need to rush for things. Colours shouldn't be too outrageous, creams, pastels, blue maybe? They're very flirty and happy to show off that they have had lots of sexual experience. They can also be quite exhibitionist but again this is to show off, as opposed to the other two types, who are immodest because they don't feel it's inappropriate to be so open about sex. These women will have some body modification but this is, on average, less than the other two categories. For instance, it's unlikely that may have less than fake tan, dyed hair and just a couple of tattoos, but they probably won't have more than five or six medium tattoos and a couple of piercings, especially not if they have a fake breasts."

"I suppose the biggest difference between a romantic and a slut would be the number of sexual partners, but..." he paused to think about how he enjoyed feeling jealous when Imogen talked about her other fuck buddies, "make them very open about how many partners they have and who they are. Like their Facebook profile picture might be a picture of them with one guy, while their phone background might be with a different guy. And on their personal computer they might have obviously labelled sex tapes; for example, me_and_guy_a.avi next to one called threesome_with_guyb_and_guyc.avi. Oh... oh... and maybe, sometimes a tattoo of the name of a short term lover? Is that too tacky? I suppose no tackier than huge fake boobs and tramp stamp."

"In general, apply all the routines I've created but you can tweak them a little to suit the woman, and the category she has applied to her. You can choose the category but choose it so you have to perform the smallest number of changes on the subject. Breast size should not be less than DD but there is no maximum size; just make sure they don't get so big they hang down low onto the stomach and if they are fake that they don't have a completely inhuman shape. You can make facial changes to make them more attractive to me, but not so drastic that they aren't recognisable as themselves anymore. I'm forgetting something... ah, the 'interesting quirk' part of the slut routine. Ignore that bit unless I am specially choosing and altering this person."

"So I suppose... I'd like you to run this on fifty women over a period of few weeks; women Imogen or I would then meet at some point in the near future. However, let's test this out on Ruth first but pretend this is a completely automatic system. Go." A map came up on the screen showing Ruth in Clapham, in south London, after a couple of minutes she started moving slowly, towards Clapham Junction train station, where she stopped moving again. Stephen found something to watch on BBC iPlayer and began to tab between the map and the video he was streaming.

When she eventually arrived at the Hadley cache, Stephen activated Live Mode. She reached for the key above the door and entered his cache like she had been there a thousand times before. She walked into the middle of the room, dropped the bag she was carrying and began to undress. Once naked, her body began to change; she was a little skinny for his tastes at first, with small breasts, but she started to gain some weight so that she was still slim but not so slim that he could see her sternum. Her breasts followed, swelling to a D-cup according to the modification sliders. She walked over to the wardrobe and checked the bottom drawer of the chest inside. She ruffled around until she withdrew two saline shells and then returned to her standing position. He watched unsure what was going to happen, when he noticed a deep gouge forming on the outside of her right breast and he realised how the implant was going to be inserted.

"Ah! Turn live mode off until she's done with the implants!" he exclaimed and switched to iPlayer for the next couple of minutes. He tabbed back a few times, until Live Mode switched itself back on. He didn't immediately get to see her new breasts because she throwing away the saline syringes and packaging for the implants into a bin under the sink but when she finally did turn round he involuntarily let out a huge glob of drool. He looked at the breast slider to see it had split into two options; one for 'natural' which was set to D and the second was 'augmented' which was set to HH. Next to the augmented slider was an 'i' within a blue circle, hovering over it revealed the caption 'click for implant information'. He flowed the instruction which caused a pop-up box to appear, informing him that Ruth's breast implants were 800cc high profile saline implants that had been overfilled to 950cc. Staring at her disproportionately large breasts he saw holes form on either sides of her nipples, through the bottom of her belly button and in her clit hood. He watched the familiar process of putting on body jewellery; two silver bars in the nipples, a curved bar tipped with blue ball bearings into her belly piercing and a silver ring, also with a blue ball bearing, attached to her hood. Seconds after placing the ring, she drank from several ink bottles then walked back over to the wardrobe as fuzzy tattoos gained definition.

Stephen watched Ruth pack her own clothes into her bag, along with a couple of items from the wardrobe. From the table she fetched two rabbits and a slim vibrator, which also went into her bag, before she started to pull on a tight short-sleeved shirt. He ordered her to stop and stand upright so he could zoom in on her and inspect. She had a tramp stamp; it was smaller than either Imogen's or Alex's and was a delicate swirl design with several colours, focussed on the pinky-red end of the spectrum, her left shoulder had the outline of what was perhaps Tinkerbell the fair, a daisy chain crept from the outer edge of her vulva up towards her hip bone across the right side of her body and a little orange star rested on the inner edge of her right heel. Satisfied, he allowed her to continue getting dressed. The shirt was far too tight for her inflated chest, so she pulled the shirt tails up so they were right under her breasts and then tied them together. It barely covered her and when she reached down to step into her pair of pink denim short-shorts the inner edges of her areolas slipped out from the shirt; Ruth either didn't notice or she didn't care enough to fix it. Her shorts were tight too, which meant they sat comfortably on her hips without even needing to do up the button. Fly zipped over her completely smooth nether regions, she pulled the shorts up as high as they would go and slightly folded them over at the waist, leaving the very top and bottom of her buttocks just on show. She slung her bag onto her shoulder and left the cache, locking the door behind her. The test had worked; he was ready to start altering the very world around him.



The Master Program Ch. 05



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work. 

Chapter 5: Sophie Wright

Ruth sat on Alex's bed completely naked; her back was against the headboard and her legs were spread so that her feet were a metre and half apart. Alex was straddling Ruth's right shin and gliding her sex along its length, leaving a trail of shiny wetness as she went. Her left hand gripped the back of Ruth's ribcage to help balance herself whilst undertaking the simultaneous actions of grinding and suckling on Ruth's right nipple. Alex's right hand was softly resting on the back to Imogen's head; Imogen's face was deeply buried in Ruth's other breast. Imogen's right hand mirrored Alex's left but her left hand was gripping a vibrating pink rabbit, which she was thrusting in and out of Ruth with a vigorous but controlled motion.

This had been happening for just over five minutes when Ruth's low moans turned to high pitched yelps. She began gyrating back against Imogen's hand, who responded by holding it steady and pushing it as deep as it would go. Ruth's hands were clawing at the bed sheets but as her head was thrown back involuntarily, her hands decided to fly towards the back of her dates' heads. She pulled her right leg out from beneath Alex and flung it over her back; her left one was already wrapped around Imogen's waist. Alex shuffled right up next to Imogen and slid her hand out from underneath Ruth's and moved it down to hold Imogen's and help her grip the rabbit. Ruth's face was frozen; her mouth was agape and eyes were scrunched tightly until she emitted a short sharp shriek. All four of her limbs clenched gratefully around the other two girls while she cooed through her orgasm. Her hands roughly gripped Alex's and Imogen's hair and dragged their lips towards her own; kissing them in alternate five second bursts for two minutes in total. The passion subdued to gentle peckings on each others' faces so Imogen pulled the rabbit from Ruth and pointed it towards Alex. She eagerly lay on her back and reached out for another rabbit while the rabbit which had now passed into Ruth's hands was being entered into Alex. Alex was in the process of rubbing her rabbit against Imogen's clit when there was a knock on the door. Stephen paused and minimised the video of Tuesday night then willed away his boner before inviting Sophie into his room.

"Hey Steve, I'm going out just now, but I wanted to know if you want to do anything for dinner?"

"Sure, I need to go get a book from the library; I just got distracted messing around on my laptop. I'll be back around 4. Do you fancy cooking?"

"OK, I'm gonna be with Anne until 5, so you can cook for me as a treat or you could wait until I get back."

Stephen looked at his Macbook, his desire to watch the rest of the video was pretty strong, but there was another task on his agenda. Stephen had seen the success of Ruth's automated transformation and wanted to set the master program to function on its own, finding and modifying women without his express instruction, so that he could just sit back and enjoy and only meddle if he needed to. However, something was holding him back; he had started on this path of sluttifying women because of an offhand comment written in Parz's journal about 'him and his women'. He just assumed that meant Parz had gone about building a harem around himself, but he realised he knew actually nothing of the circumstances. Parz could have just modify himself and no one else, making himself rich and successful and had his 'women' flock to him out of their own free will. Parz could be Hugh Hefner or Brad Pitt for all he knew. Stephen had decided he was unwilling to pursue his new auto-Master Program until he retrieved Parz's journal and could read it more thoroughly.

Using Master Program enhanced skills of hacking, Stephen logged into the British Library's database from a terminal on its second floor and deleted journal from the library's database. He retraced the steps he took that life-changing afternoon and entered the room with Parz's journal with a lot more excitement inside of him than he had had the first time. He looked upon the book, part of him expecting it not to be there; part of him expecting to wake up and all of this to be a dream. He flicked through the book, skim reading a couple of paragraphs to double check he had the right book, and then went straight to the back. On the bottom right hand corner of the back cover was a small sticky pad. From his pocket, Stephen pulled a lighter he had purchased on his way here and ignited the flame. Again, guided by instructions from the Master Program, he heated the pad until the glue melted and the plastic peeled back, whilst barely damaging the journal's cover at all. He removed the security pad and squeezed it into a small ball then stuffed it into a crevice between two bookshelves; the book was his now.

On his way back to his flat, he reread the parts of the journal he had already seen, to jog his memory; the rusting spoon, the withering plant and the curing of his cold. More familiar with the program this time round, he noticed things that before seemed insignificant. Parz had found manipulating an inanimate object; the spoon, very difficult, then the simple organic plant was easier and curing his own cold was the easiest. Parz had attributed this decreasing scale of difficulty to an increase in his understanding of the program he was writing, but Stephen wondered if this was because the 'Masters' had taken steps to prevent changes to physical constants, even before capping the powers of the Master Program.

Familiar again with what he already knew, Stephen perched himself on the couch in the communal room of his flat and started reading through some entries new to him, scanning for any key words that mentioned altering others. The first mention was in 1983; Parz had altered himself to know how to play the piano. He had never played the piano before but after his modifications he composed a twenty minute concert piece. Having tested this on himself, a couple of days later he tried it on a co-worker; the co-worker could play Parz's composition after one practice run, but he had absolutely no idea how he was able to. The year of 1984 seemed to have been dedicated to working out how to reconcile changes he made in people with their memories and experiences, so that they didn't just wake up one day with the sudden ability to play an instrument at an expert level and no explanation how.

The entries for late 1984 and 1985 were sparser compared to the previous part of the journal. In November of 1984 it had seemed that Parz had met someone; a woman he referred to as Belle. At first, it was unclear if he had met her organically or through his proto-Master Program, but by the fifth entry relating to Belle, he had mentioned he was now able to tweak physical characteristics of the human body by testing this on a male and a female subject. It was never explicitly stated that he altered her, but he would leave his journal alone for a few weeks and then have a philosophical debate about free will relating to some update in the Master Program, an mention of Belle and then nothing again for a few weeks. The entry for the 12th of October 1985 really intrigued him though; it was just one sentence but it was the first time he openly talked about modifying Belle.

'She loves me because I made her and unsurprisingly... that isn't satisfying.'

The next four entries were dated, on average, a week apart. They mentioned several other women; all short term flings. Again he didn't talk directly about modifying them but the entry from the 20th of November stated 'controlling the will of people around you is a lot more fun when they're totally insatiable'. The next entry, dated two weeks later, piqued Stephen's curiosity even more.

'I saw Belle today, with the other guy. I tried to win her back. It made our relationship feel real, the genuine feeling of jealousy I had towards him. It felt like I really had to compete and this gave me a sense of achievement when I almost did. But I programmed her never to come back to me, so she didn't. Is it strange that I almost enjoy knowing I'll never have her back more than I did having her undyingly devoted to me? Well, I say never, but all I need is five minutes with my computer... I mean if you're going to use the people around you... you might as well do it properly?'

Stephen shut the journal and looked at its cover. He wasn't sure about that last statement but he thought about himself. He had sent Ruth to be modified into some complete slut before he even met her. He made his cache so it could be a base to turn strangers into sluts. And there was Imogen and Alex, he had almost forgot they were normal people once. He flipped open his Macbook and opened the Master Program, desperate to give his next command.

"Master Program, I want the automated system to go live. Take 50 women so that you get an even spread among all six categories I've created..." he paused to do the maths, "no, make that 54, that's nine in each category. No younger than 18 and no older than... 35. No, we'll say the average age should be around my age, so 20 or 21, with a range between 18 and 45. All of them should be single..." he paused again... these were his women to use... "Let's say five of them are married... but they should have cheated before in their lives. They should also be really open about cheating to those who wouldn't react badly, but in most cases of extramarital sex they should justify it to themselves with reasons they genuinely believe makes it not cheating; the more ridiculous the reason the better. Husbands should be completely oblivious to the greatest extent possible, unless you can allow them to accept the promiscuity of their wives with a small enough change that it doesn't require a slot. 60% should be brunettes, but not necessarily naturally. Three should be Asian; Oriental or Indians and two should be Black. Five more should be from continental Europe or Latino, or at least recently descended from either of those. Make these changes over the next few weeks, so I have time to restock the cache. As for me meeting them, I'd like to meet these women at a frequency of one to two times a week and Imogen should meet one every fortnight to a month, with the first meeting a little after my exams are over. Don't make the meetings too forced though, just like, for example, if there's a girl who shops in the nearby Sainsbury's around the same time as me every now and again, she could bump into me this time, all slutted up. I think... that's it. Do it."

"Automated script is now running."

"Now for Sophie," he took a deep breath, this was different, he knew her as she was now, but if he was going to use a someone... he might as well do it properly, "Master Program..." He stopped mid-command when he noticed his phone vibrating; almost like she had sensed what he was about to do, Sophie called. Feeling a little shame, he picked up the call.

"Hey Steve, have you started cooking? I'll be back in like 10."

"Oh crap sorry, got carried away with my reading. What do you want?"

"Oh don't worry; it's only just past 5. I really fancied some Mexican. I'll pick up a fajita kit for us and we can cook it together? Sound good? It can be like a second date," giggled Sophie.

"Sure, sounds awesome! See you soon!" His cheeks felt a little hot with excitement but then he looked at Sophie's spinning avatar. He thought about Parz. He had tried a normal relationship first, it hadn't worked, but maybe he just didn't like Belle that much. And as he said, if it's not going his way... five minutes with the Master Program...

"Master Program, how small a change could you make to Sophie Wright before she was attracted to me."

"Subject already has a mild attraction to you."

"Really? Wow, well how much before she acted on it?"

"A 0.25% change along with circumstantial actions could prompt romantic interactions in the immediate future."

"OK, nudge me in the right direction if I'm going wrong, but let's go."

As Sophie entered the door, Stephen felt confident. He wasn't sure if the Master Program was making him that way to enhance his attractiveness, or if it came from him naturally because he knew he couldn't go wrong. He greeted her with a joke and as she giggled he led her over to the kitchen area with his hand on her lower back. Gentle touches, little teases and natural laughs filled the evening. He had always been able to talk to Sophie easily, but their chat tonight threated to last well into the night; they had to force the conversation to an end at midnight so they could wash their plates and head to bed. Sophie waited by her door, in an inviting manner; an invitation Stephen rushed to take. He leant in and kissed her with a kiss that lasted a few seconds, which was just long enough for him to comprehend this was actually happening.

He made a step towards entering her bedroom when she stopped him, "Whoa! Where you going buddy? Time for bed and by that I mean our own beds!"

"Oh I'm...um...sorry!" mumbled Stephen.

She kissed him on lips, then replied, with a cheeky smile, "I promise to think of you tonight. That is You and me... and maybe another girl," he cheeks went bright red and she shut the door, with a muffled 'night' coming from the other side.

The relationship between Sophie and Stephen shifted that night. Over the next week they started kissing hello and goodnight and flirting openly. There wasn't any specific mention of commitment and it didn't escalate to more than kissing until one night six days after their first kiss. They were sitting on the sofa kissing more passionately and for longer than they had had before when Sophie's hand slipped down Stephen's trousers and started to pump his dick. He responded by slipping his hand up her skirt and fingering her until they both came. She had promised more to come after their exams were over, but also said they should probably not indulge in anything too distracting for the next two weeks. That was two nights ago; today his first exam. He stood outside his exam hall along with several dozen of his coursemates; all of them looking anxious in varying degrees. He was embroiled in a discussion about the different spectral types of stars and how they evolve through their lifetime when Kieran, a fellow physicist and good friend of Alice, interjected.

"Hey Steve, you ready for today's exam?"

"Yeah, I think I've got it covered," he replied, knowing his Master Program enhanced brain could easily ace this exam, "how about you?"

"Some of the opacity formulas are a bit tricky... but I think I'll be fine. Anyway, is Alice back today? I know her exams start a bit later than ours, but I wasn't sure when. We're supposed to meeting up when she's back in London."

"Uh... She texted me last night to say she'll be back today, so I suppose she'll be around soon."

"Cool I'll text her then, well good luck!"

"Good luck to..." Steve was interrupted by Imogen, who was dressed in a short black ruffled skirt and a tight cropped red top that had horizontal cut-outs down the front.

"Hey Stevie," she said excitedly and kissed him enthusiastically, "I need to calm down, so take me to the toilets and help me... relax."

Kieran gave Stephen a look in between confusion and amusement as she led him away towards the toilets. They got to outside the toilet door when Stephen stopped her, "Um...Imogen, we have an exam in fifteen minutes."

"I know, so why are we wasting time not having sex? I've barely had any for the past week because I had to study, like three guys a day at most. Please, please, please fuck me."

"Why didn't you just fuck someone before then?"

"I did; Alex screwed me this morning, but for one she had to be quick because she was meeting Ruth, and two a strap-on is not nearly as good as real cock. Look, Stephen... have I upset you or something? I thought maybe you were turning me down before because you were just freaking out about exams or something, but we're right here, so just come in here," she pleaded pointing at the door, "and come in here!" she finished pointing at her crotch.

"It's Sophie. We're kinda together now I think," he replied, sheepishly.

"Bah! I have a girlfriend too, and you don't hear me complaining. Just get Sophie to have sex with me later. You know I would."

"Imogen... not just now, OK?" She shook her head and he walked off back towards the exam hall. He was so deep in thought about Sophie that as he turned a corner back into the main vestibule he bumped into a guy from his course called Luke. They apologised and Luke continued on towards the toilets whilst Stephen re-joined the conversation he was in earlier.

The exam was to last two and half hours but Stephen finished, checked it twice and left in less than two. He turned on his phone, which had had to be off due to strict exam conditions, and laughed to himself when he saw a text message from Imogen saying '37 luke from our course' with the timestamp from just before the exam. He also had a second message, this time from Alice asking if he would be around in the afternoon to have a catch-up chat. He declined, as he was going to meet up with Mike, his best friend from his course, to help him with tomorrow's exam. Mike lived at home to save money on rent, and he hadn't taken the module on which this exam was testing, so he hadn't seen Mike since term ended six weeks ago.

Mike was sitting at one of the tables in the Physics Common Room, past exam papers strewn across all around him, deep in thought, when Stephen approached him, "Hey Mike, nice to see you man, how has everything been? You've barely been replying to my texts!"

"Oh, hey. Yeah sorry, been busy with stuff. You good? I've heard you've been seeing Imogen recently."

"Oh yeah, she's crazy though, she's kinda got herself into a lesbian relationship now. How awesome is that! It started because of this threesome we had. Fuck, I just realised how much I have to tell you."

"Oh, yeah, that's cool," replied Mike. Stephen started to feel a cold vibe coming from Mike but he just put it down to exam nerves and they got on with revising.

It was coming close to dinner time when Mike decided he had to leave to get home. Stephen was pretty disappointed by his meet up with Mike. He had started to ponder whether or not he could reveal the Master Program to anyone else, and he had thought that if he was going to, it would be Mike he showed. However, today Mike seemed distant and the two of them had not had a chance to really discuss anything outside of the world of Quantum Mechanics. After the two parted, Stephen headed to the supermarket to pick up a microwave meal and headed back to his flat.

"What the actual fuck?!" screamed Sophie at Stephen as he closed the flat door behind him.

"What? I... what?" mumbled Stephen. The blood drained from his body and a cold terror swept through his skin as he thought that Sophie had discovered the Master Program.

"Imogen and you. Today," accused Sophie. The majority of his fear subsided the instant he realised this was unlikely to be anything to do with the Master Program, but it was replaced with confusion, which evidently was clear in his expression, "don't look fucking confused at me! I saw Alice earlier, she's gone out now, but me, the fool, telling her how I'm OK with all the Robbie stuff because you and I are getting on so well and it might be going somewhere hopefully. She responds by telling me that her friend Kieran saw you run off to have sex in the fucking toilets outside the exam hall. You're a fucking sex addict and a perv. I wanted to take things slow because we're friends and because of Robbie and because of exams, and I just didn't think I needed to specify that I'd hope you wouldn't fuck other people. I said I did NOT want to be part of this crazy thing you have with Imogen, I didn't judge or look badly upon it; I just assumed that if you started kissing me and messing around, that that meant you and her were done. You fucking know what, I can be pretty crazy in bed too, I might even have suggested bringing along another girl somewhere in a distant future, but just because I don't hop in the sack with anyone anywhere you just...ARGH! Did you have to do this JUST before my first exam? How am I supposed to concentrate tomorrow afternoon?"




The Master Program Ch. 05



"Wow. I, OK, just give me a second," replied Stephen, unsure how he managed to say even those eight words. Sophie opened her mouth to speak, but then chose instead to glare at him, giving him a few seconds to formulate his response. He continued, "OK, so I didn't have sex with her, she came up to me, surprised me with a kiss, dragged me away but then I stopped her and said I was with you. She's texted me like five times this week asking for sex, one of those times would even have been a foursome with three girls involved. I have turned her down; you can see my phone. I'm sorry."

Sophie took a deep breath and her look of death softened. Her lip quivered like she could start crying at any second, but she held it together enough to start speaking, "Fine. I believe you, but I just don't think we're looking for the same thing. Let's just go back to being friends and leave it there."

Stephen nodded, unsure of how to react, and watched a sullen Sophie retreat to her room after her abrupt end to their burgeoning relationship. He felt pretty numb for a few seconds, as he entered his own room, where his eyes caught his Macbook sitting on his bed. Opening it up, he casually instructed the Master Program to wipe the morning's incident from Sophie's, Alice's and Kieran's minds then went to knock on Sophie's door.

"Hey Steve," she said, before kissing him on the lips, "I can't hang out for too long; I've got my toughest exam tomorrow! How was yours, though?"

"Good, I think I got a first, so I'm pretty happy. Anyway, I can go stick on dinner and get back to revising since you're busy."

"Thanks for being understanding Steve. Oh! There is a bit of big news though."

"Oooo.... Sounds good."

"Well, not sure about good. Saucy... but not good. Basically, I was telling her how I'm OK with all the Robbie stuff because you and I are getting on so well and it might be going somewhere hopefully," she stopped to give him a beaming smile and then continued, "Anyway, you know that study abroad American guy, Zack, the one she sometimes brings around, she's kinda been sleeping with him. I really couldn't believe it. I know Mark's been in France for this year and it's been hard for them, but she's been properly cheating on him."

"Wow, didn't expect that," responded Stephen, slightly worried this could be the automated script at work.

"Yeah, but it gets better. So the idea was Zack goes back to the US, and Mark comes back to London, and things are all OK. Apart from the deceit and lies and whatever else, but you get what I mean. I mean I'd still be a bit like 'whoa' if everyone was in the know, but when it's betrayal... I don't like it," she took a deep breath to keep up her super-speed gossip pace, "Anyway, as I was saying, it gets better. Zack has decided to stay in the UK; he got the final year of his degree transferred over to here. He's going back for the summer; just before Mark gets back... but in September... things are gonna get messy!"

After getting her story off her chest, Sophie requested some time alone to study. Stephen ate his dinner and then checked the Master Program, relieved to see that the only changes to Alice Howard were those health changes he had implemented when he first started using the program. Despite his relief that the program hadn't sent Alice to the cache, he did consider the possibility that he would change her, some point before September. Putting those thoughts out of his head, he moved on to Sophie's rant about Imogen. As she was mostly unaltered, Stephen figured that Sophie wouldn't readily accept the idea of Stephen having a harem. For now he decided to leave things as they were but he did realise this would eventually become a problem, especially when his meeting with automatically modified women began.

Stephen's next five exams passed by with as much ease as the first. He was finished now, as was Imogen and most of the other people on his course, so they all headed straight to the pub to celebrate the end of another academic year. After a few drinks, Stephen was contemplating how to bring up the Master Program with Mike but he was again acting a little funny. This time it seemed like he was uncomfortable around Imogen, and Stephen just assumed that might be because he felt like a third wheel. Mike left unceremoniously before it even turned 8, which was when Ruth and Alex turned up. The girlfriends engaged in a three-way kiss, which along with their tight mini dresses, gained the attention of most of the bar. After Imogen briefly introduced Ruth and Stephen, Alex suggested the three girls and Stephen grab some shots at the bar.

Stephen yawned and stretched as he slowly awoke the next morning. He expected to feel groggy but the Master Program's health routines had clearly wiped the alcohol from his system overnight, despite the large quantities he had consumed. Still, the short-term memory suppressing effect of the alcohol had already played its role and the night remained quite a blur. However, on either side of him lay to very obvious clues to the night's events. He looked round the room and realised it wasn't his own; he had recognised it as Alex's. He felt something solid under his back, which turned out to be one of the silver vibrators Stephen had bought for Alex after he first transformed her. The item brought back a memory where Ruth was pleasuring Alex with the toy, then passed it onto Stephen, who used it on Ruth. He leant over Alex to put the vibrator on the table end next to her, where a strap-on already lay. Another memory came back; this time it was of Alex wearing the strap-on and was using it to help him spitroast Ruth. Stephen brushed Alex's body as he lay back down, which roused her. The two of them kissed and engaged in lazy missionary position sex. They both came in a few minutes with their noise waking Ruth. He pulled out of Alex, who immediately started fingering herself, and moved over to Ruth, having sex with her too, in a very similar fashion and again finishing after a few minutes. A gasp from Imogen, who was now using the silver vibrator, announced her climax after which she shimmied over to Ruth so the girls could kiss.

Both girls stated they needed to get ready soon, so Stephen dressed as the girls quickly rubbed one another to a mutual orgasm. They both got out of bed, kissed him bye on each cheek and then, each with a vibrator in hand and still completely naked, they headed off to have a shower. Alex's flatmate, Kate, had come out of her room to see the naked lesbians walk through the hallway hand in hand; Ruth put her arm across her chest as a gesture of modesty, but Alex just smiled and wished her good morning. Kate sighed then looked at Stephen with a raised eyebrow. He smiled awkwardly and then headed for the door.

Stephen sat on the bus to his flat and started to think about what went on last night. He and girl had a number of drinks until the bar filled up. The slutty looking girls had got the attention of three guys, who had consequently come over to flirt with them. Has Stephen not made the group sex addition to the Master Program's routines, each girl may have gone back to their flats with one guy. However, Imogen deftly held the attention of all three guys and Stephen recalled Imogen actually being passed about between the three guys, so that they could all kiss her before leaving together. Stephen remembered Ruth and Alex giggling away discussing what triple penetration would be like as the three of them left for Alex's flat. He checked his phone to see a text from Imogen during the very early hours of the morning giving him one name and stating she couldn't remember the other two guys' names. She also told him that she loved the feeling of several penises at once, and was thoroughly disappointed when the guys hadn't wanted to stay the night. He was too disappointed for a few seconds when he thought he wouldn't get to watch Imogen's foursome but then he remembered giving an order to the Master Program, via his phone, to record both his and her group sex sessions. He gave himself a mental high five and got excited about getting back to his flat and watching the videos.

"What the actual fuck?!" screamed Sophie at Stephen as he closed the flat door behind him.

Stephen opened his mouth to talk, but his feeling of confusion and déjà vu stupefied him

"Imogen's slutty friends and you. Last night," accused Sophie. This time he knew instantly what was coming, but he was overcome with a feeling of shame, "don't have that stupid sad look on your face! I saw Alice earlier. Me, the fool, telling you how we might be going somewhere but she tells me that her friend Kieran saw you run off to have sex with Imogen's lesbo fuck buddies. You're a fucking sex addict and a perv. I wanted to take things slow because we're friends and because of Robbie and because of exams, and I just didn't think I needed to specify that I'd hope you wouldn't fuck other people. I said I did NOT want to be part of this crazy thing you have with Imogen, I didn't judge or look badly upon it; I just assumed that if you started kissing me and messing around, that that meant you and her AND anyone else were done. You fucking know what, I can be pretty crazy in bed too, I might even have suggested bringing along another girl somewhere in a distant future, but just because I don't hop in the sack at the drop of a hat you just...ARGH! Did you have to do this JUST before my last exam? How am I supposed to concentrate tomorrow morning?"

"Master Program, freeze Sophie and remove the memories of last night from her, Alice and Kieran," he looked at her motionless body, and thought for a few seconds, "but I can't keep doing this, so I want you to send Sophie to the cache tomorrow morning before her exam, making sure she's OK with me sleeping with Imogen and others. As usual, make the smallest changes possible but I want her to have really big fake breasts, and her special characteristic can be that she watches loads of lesbian porn. It's not even hidden, it's just on her desktop, internet history, posters on her wall, pictures on her phone; you get the idea. Also, I kinda like how she gets a bit excited over talking about naughty things, so can you make her a little bit ditzy about it and share sexual things without really feeling it's inappropriate; things like show her clit piercing or talk about how she masturbates. When that's done restore the memories that originally upset her to her, Alice and Kieran. Unfreeze."

"Hi Steve," said Sophie, giving him an intimate hug and kiss on the cheek, "Get a bit drunk last night and had to be put to bed?"

"Oh, um, yeah... I stayed at Simon's, don't remember how I got there," he laughed awkwardly, "Ready for tomorrow?"

"Yeah I hope so. But don't have too much fun today; you'll make me jealous that you're free now! Anyway, I was thinking, when I finish tomorrow, I could come back here and...not... have lunch," she said, with a dirty smile on her face, "but let's not talk about because I'll get horny and not able to revise!" Sophie quickly ran away and giggled as she shut the door to her room, leaving Stephen to think about sex with Sophie, sex with Alex and Ruth and sex between Imogen and three guys.

Stephen lay on his bed watching the video of Imogen during her gangbang; she was straddling the guy who was lying on the bed, another one was thrusting into her ass and the third guy was standing off the bed to her right with his dick working her mouth. So far, this was perhaps his favourite moment of the movie, with the main contender being the fifteen minutes where the three guys took it in turn to fuck her doggy style, so that she had no idea which dick was inside of her. He watched oral guy pull out, so that anal guy could come to the front and spunk into her mouth and a little onto her chin. As anal guy finished his load, Stephen's door flung open. Stephen slapped shut his Macbook's lid and threw it to the corner of his bed followed immediately by pulling a pillow over his erection.

"Don't you hide that erection from me, finding you hard is about the best thing I could have hoped for!" declared Sophie. She threw his pillow across the room and straddled his hips, lowering hers so that his dick disappeared under her dress and found her warm wet pussy. As soon as the tip of his cock made contact with her cervix she brought her legs round behind him and shoved her huge saline enhanced chest into his. Her hips began to pivot back and forth eliciting an impressive amount of pleasure for very little motion. He pondered whether or not he should have had sex with the 'normal' Sophie first, for comparison, but she started whimpering into his ear, repeating 'I'm coming, I'm coming' which focussed his mind completely on the new Sophie.

She gave him a post-orgasm kiss and then gently lowered him onto his back, while pulling her legs back into the kneeling position. He had always seen Sophie as his silly, innocent friend, so watching her ride his hard-on was twice as unbelievable as seeing Imogen triple penetrated. Sophie pulled off her heels and turned round into a reverse cowgirl position. All she was wearing was a strapless dress, the black top half was super tight around her ridiculously-sized breasts and the pink skirt was loose and floaty. She pulled off the dress to show her flowery tramp stamp; one of three tattoos on her back, the other two were swallows on the back of either shoulder.

"I need to go back to the pub soon and meet the rest of the sociologists, so I need you to come inside me soon, babe. Come on, come inside me," she cooed to him, "oh yeah, just like that, I can feel it pulsing. Squirt inside me."

She dismounted him and stepped into her heels, then turned to face him. This was the first time she'd seem her naked from the front; his eyes naturally darted to her breasts, which he thought were a nice shape, but obviously fake, especially as she had a similar frame to Ruth and breasts that were now possibly even larger. Nipples, clit and belly were pierced and her intimate areas were completely bare. What intrigued him though was the tattoo on her waist line, asymmetrically set to the left of her groin; it was two letters, 'RA'.

He was trying to decipher its meaning, wondering if it was to do with the Egyptian God, but Sophie started talking, which ended his train of thought, "Sorry to be so rushed sweetie, but I'll probably stumble in here later drunk and horny, so be warned. I just know if we continued having sex now I'd end up not going out at all. Actually, come join me later on and then you can fuck me in the toilets, since you like that so much. Oh and at some point you need to bring some of your sluts round for some fun. I really want to fuck a girl."

Bag in hand, only wearing her heels she walked to the flat door and left. Stephen was surprised and worried, thinking the Master Program might have pushed her too far, so he grabbed her dress and moved to follow her when he heard a knock at the door. Sophie was standing at the door with an 'oops' look on her face, "yeah... might need that. Thanks Steve," she kissed him and took the dress, casually pulling it on the corridor.

Back in his room, Stephen loaded Sophie's profile, which now had a tag in the top left hand corner indicating she had been categorised as a Romantic Nympho; a pleasure seeker who prefers fuck buddies to casual sex. He zoomed in on the RA and addressed the program, "What does RA stand for?"

"Robert Anderson."

"What? As in ex-boyfriend Robbie?"

"Correct."

"OK, but why?"

"As a member of the Romantic category, subject Sophie Wright is more likely to have a tattoo relating to a lover."

"OK, but why not my name?"

"Insufficient time has elapsed within your relationship for the subject to get a tattoo of your name, without significant alteration. Removal of the tattoo is possible." He thought about it, wondering if it really bothered him, when he phone rang.

"Hey Mum, what's up?"

"Nothing honey, just wanted to know when you're coming home, since you're all done. I've not seen you in weeks and I miss you."

"Yeah OK Mum, it not like I'm on holiday or something, I'll tell you when I've book my trains. Oh, but I... uh... have a girlfriend," he said hesitantly.

"Oh sweetie that's wonderful, I hope she didn't distract you too much whilst you were supposed to be studying. Anyway, are we getting to meet her?"

"Oh, yeah," he said, looking at the rotating form of his girlfriend; pierced, tattooed, huge fake breasts and occasional accidental exhibitionist; he hadn't even considered his family with all this.

He spoke to his Mum for another few minutes and then stared at Sophie. With the twelve week summer break coming up he suddenly realised the spanner in his works. He could stay in London, but then his parents wouldn't be too pleased about that, and he didn't want to program them to care about him less. He thought about the option of making his whole street not notice it when he were to bring slutty women to his home, but the thought of staging orgies in his childhood bedroom was too weird, even with a magic program. He decided occasional visits to and from Sophie and Imogen would do him fine over the summer without the constant need to alter his family. He set the automated script to postpone his first meeting until after the new term starts and decided to fill up his cache with enough items to keep the transformations going over the next four months. He told himself it would give him time to try out a mostly monogamous relationship with Sophie and monitor for any long term side-effects that might apply to any of his sluts, but even so he knew this summer would be the longest summer he had ever experienced.



The Master Program Ch. 06



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work.

Chapter 6: Michael Mackenzies's Girlfriend

"OK, sweetie, don't forget to call us regularly."

"Yes, Mum."

"And that Sophie is a lovely girl. Though that dress she wore that last time she came round was a little short. I mean she has lovely legs to show off, so I suppose if I had legs like that..."

"Mum, stop fishing for compliments, you look fine," replied Stephen a little exasperated. He had found her self-deprecation a little annoying before, but after the Master Program had run health boosting routines on all his friends and family, his mum actually looked like a very good example of a slim and healthy middle-aged woman. Yes, she had a bit of a tummy and her hips were a little wide, but no more than you'd expect for a woman over the age of forty.

"OK, OK. Anyway, I just don't know if Sophie would like the unwanted attention, but I'm sure she's a sensible enough girl. Just don't let her get anymore tattoos; those bows on the back of her thighs might look a bit silly when she's older."

"OK, Mum, train on the platform," he said, giving his Mum a quick hug and made his way past the barriers.

He took a window seat and his mind began to recall the events of the summer. Sophie and Stephen alternated visiting each other's homes, but he had gone to her home a lot fewer times than she had been to his. The main reason had been that Stephen had felt guilty whenever Sophie's parents had brought up her tattoos or sense of dress, as if it was something she had been doing for years, but really it was his meddling. However, the insane sex was enough to counter-balance the guilt.

Imogen had reached her century in early August, as a threesome between herself and two guys, a milestone that she continued to talk about for several weeks after. She had even slept with a few other girls, mostly when out with Ruth. Most of her prolific sex life was now captured on video; he had now set up a server in his cache which served only to save recordings of his sluts' sexual experiences. He had had to restrict the recordings mostly to compilations of the best bits, especially since Imogen alone was averaging sex with over 5 partners a day whilst Alex and Ruth were now having three or foursomes, with each other and sometimes with Imogen, three or more times a week. Ruth had also found herself a girlfriend; Abelle Mortel, a French girl she and Alex had slept with that Stephen had found particularly hot, and as such decided to modify her; the only modification he had made during the summer. The result was a romantic nympho, like Sophie, who looked similar to Elle Macpherson, if Elle had been brunette with F-cup breasts.

Sophie hadn't yet slept with another guy, she had kissed around twenty women and even fingered one on a club dance floor, but tonight she was going to sleep with her first girl, Imogen. He had intended to do it earlier, but Imogen had slept her way into a 6-week internship up North, followed by a sex holiday in Malia with Ruth and Alex, so he left the planning of it until they were all back in London. It had become tricky to keep the list of Imogen's sexual exploits up to date, especially when she was in Malia, sleeping with several new guys a day, so he had programmed all his sluts to send an email to his new server, which would then automatically update their lists. This had the added benefit of giving him a surprise every time he looked at the tally.

Outside of sexual exploits, Stephen had noticed a lot of changes in the people closest to him. Like his mother, the rest of his family looked fitter and healthier than they had before; his Dad's neck pain was gone and his sister ran her 10K fifteen minutes quicker than she expected. Academics amongst his friends had also improved greatly; Sophie, Imogen and Stephen had all gained firsts on their exams, with Stephen pushing a 90% average. Alex had quit her job at the bar when she blew away her competition at an interview for a job working at the British Museum and Ruth was finishing up her dissertation in Media Studies, but her performance to date had impressed her supervisor so much that he had helped her secure a role in the production department of the BBC.

Stephen, Sophie and Alice had all chosen to stay living in their current flat; Sophie because of Stephen and Alice because she didn't need the stress of finding a new place to live on top of trying to figure out which relationship she wanted to continue. Imogen's flatmate Julie had decided to live with her boyfriend, so she was in the process of moving out. Imogen had taken the opportunity to have Alex move into her room, while Ruth and Abelle were going to take Julie's room. When Imogen announced the plan to move four of his sluts into one flat, he realised that deep down he was getting bored with Sophie. He was scared to admit it to himself, but he started to feel that as a slut, she was outshone by Imogen and as a friend she was not any more special than she had been before transformation. He had considered either reverting her back or turning her sluttier, but before resorting to that, he had wondered if he could spice up his relationship by turning his own flat into a sex pad.

He turned on his Macbook and brought up Alice Howard's avatar, and decided to solve her upcoming dilemma; she had two boyfriends, who for the first time were going to both be in London at the same time. Back in May, he had inquired to the Master Program if she was likely to break up with one of them before the summer was over and it informed him there were some circumstances where that would occur. He wrote a program that prevented her from being in any of those situations until she was back at university. Now that it was just a week away, he decided it was time to implement his plan.

He typed the commands into the program so that he didn't have to announce bizarre things to the carriage. He instructed the program to run Alice through the modification script, specifying that it should also make modifications to Mark and Zack, her boyfriends, so that they would both accept simultaneously being in a relationship with Alice but be completely faithful to her. She, however, should always be looking for more fuck buddies, calling and treating at least two of them at any one time like proper boyfriends. Her special characteristic was that she considered group sex and group relationships as her norm, with very little interest in one-on-one sex unless it led to more group sex, and she could only really imagine a future where she had at least two husbands. He committed the changes to happen tomorrow, when she was due to come back to London.

Stephen unlocked the door to his flat and was pleasantly surprised by what he was walking in on. Sophie, completely naked, was sitting by the kitchen table, furiously gyrating against the rabbit she was holding between her legs. Pleasured gasps were loudly being emitted both from her mouth and whatever she was watching on her laptop, which had drowned out the sound of his arrival. She opened her eyes to look at the screen but then caught sight of Stephen. She pulled out her toy and ran over to Stephen.

"Steve! You're here! Yay!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms so tightly round him that he felt the wetness from her vibrator on the back of his neck. She kissed him and then released her grasp, so that she could brandish her rabbit at him, "Look, I'm using your birthday present to me, while wearing the bracelet you got me. I love them so much. I think I'm actually falling in love with this toy."

"That's good to hear, glad you like them."

"Love them," she corrected, giggling a little, "I've also finished watching all the porn you gave me."

"Wow, but your birthday was less than a month ago. Fifty hours in three and a half weeks, not bad."

"I had to masturbate a LOT to get through it all," she said, her smile extending as far across her face as it was possible, "but watching that many women fuck each other has made me so jealous; when is Imogen getting here?"

She ran over to the table, moved her laptop to one of the chairs and then hopped backwards onto the table-top. She beckoned him over; he obliged by pulling his hard-on out of his fly and then walked over to her so he could enter her. He started thrusting and then answered her question, "She's going to be here quite soon; she's got to get back to her flat in the evening and help Julie finish moving out."

Sophie wrapped her legs tightly and ignored his response for the next few minutes while she focused on climaxing. Panting, she gave a silly sad face and replied, "oh... so she's not staying for long? That's a shame. And how soon is soon?"

"Like ten minutes? I texted her just before I got on the tube."

Sophie's eyes unglazed as a look of surprise took over her face, "What?! I've got to get ready! You're going to like what I've got for this." She dashed off to her room and shut the door behind her. He had learned not to interrupt her dress up; just patiently wait and make his appreciation shown when she emerged. He wheeled his suitcase into his room and started unpacking his stuff with a lackadaisical attitude.

The flat door knocked and Stephen leisurely hung up the shirt he had just retrieved from his suitcase before making any sort of motion out of his room. He had barely made it a step into the communal room when Sophie charged out of hers. He had only seen her from behind but he could see she was wearing just a pair of black heels and some thigh high stockings that just obscured the bows tattooed on the back of her thighs. She opened the door pretending to be casual but her façade faltered when she kissed Imogen with more eagerness than she had shown Stephen. Imogen seemed as taken aback as Stephen had been but reciprocated the kiss once she caught herself.

Entering the room, Imogen smiled at Stephen, "Hey Stevie," then looked at Sophie, "nice chain by the way, I want one."

Stephen wondered what she was talking about when he caught sight of the silver chain that connected her nipple rings and suspended a little pink heart in the middle of her cleavage. Imogen removed her coat to reveal it was the only thing she was wearing, apart from a pair of red heels. Knowing she was here to introduce Sophie to the world of faux-bisexualism, Imogen wasted no time. She kissed Sophie while caressing her breasts, to which Sophie reacted by 'uhn'-ing and undulating her body. Sophie manoeuvred them towards her bedroom; Stephen followed them but he suspected they wouldn't have noticed his absence if he hadn't.

Their lesbian play began with Sophie giving head to Imogen after Sophie had announced her desperation to lick out a girl. Imogen suggested a sixty-nine pretty swiftly though, approaching the task like she was an enthusiastic mentor; at one point, when Stephen tried to enter Sophie, Imogen actually shooed him off, so he wouldn't 'distract her', offering her own tunnel 'as long as he didn't get in the way'. Moving on from the sixty-nine after an orgasm each, Stephen was side-lined again, this time so the girls could start tribbing. Imogen instructed Sophie to lie down and angle one of her legs into the air so that she could grind her pussy right up against Sophie. Stephen had seen Alex, Imogen, Ruth and Abelle indulge in this position many times, in many combinations, but today he enjoyed a fresh twist when Imogen grabbed Sophie's nipple chain as if she was riding a horse. As she and Sophie indulged in a near-mutual orgasm, Imogen ordered Stephen to look in her left coat pocket, where he found a strap-on. Sophie's thrill at the toy reminded him of his own excitement when he first saw Alex take Imogen from behind, with what was possibly the very same sex-aid.

Sophie proceeded to fuck Imogen in the missionary position, with their chests held closely together because Imogen was involuntarily tugging downwards on the nipple chain with both hands. Once she had come, she wrapped all her limbs round Sophie's back and used her own hips to orientate Sophie's upwards in what he knew to be an invitation to join. After both Sophie and Stephen came, Imogen announced her need to leave.

"That was good, you're a natural Sophie! Actually, I think Julie should be finished up really soon, I'm only going back to say bye really, so I was wondering... Alex is coming over with the last of her things so we could say bye to Julie, fuck for a bit, then have a good old lesbian threesome."

"Yippie!" exclaimed Sophie, "But if we brought Steve we could have a foursome?" Stephen liked this idea as he realised that he had never had more than two women at one time, despite having made five sex addicts for himself to play with.

"Sorry Stevie," apologised Imogen with a pretend frown, "no boys allowed in the flat until everyone's been there at least a week. A lesbian-only zone; it's the only way we'd ever leave the house; instead of just inviting guys round for group sex we'll have to go and find dick elsewhere."

"Oooo, that's a fun rule. Can I go Steve?" asked Sophie, without waiting for answer before walking towards the door with Imogen.

Also not waiting for his answer, Imogen spoke to Sophie, "We will be going to a guy's house after though; a fuck buddy of Alex and mine. You're more than welcome to join."

"Uh no! I can't cheat on Steve but thanks."

Stephen wasn't sure if he appreciated Sophie's gesture or found it very boring, so he just told her it was her decision and gave her a kiss when she declined again. Sophie grabbed her bag and came back to give Stephen a kiss while Imogen pulled on her coat. She excitedly dashed towards the door and grabbed the hand of Imogen, who was waiting in the hallway.

"Soph."

"Yes Steve," she replied, grinning impatiently.

"Coat."

Sophie looked at her naked body and giggled, "Whoops! I almost did this in his house once and just missed being caught by his Dad!" she told Imogen, whilst retrieving her coat with no sense of urgency despite being in a public corridor. She waved goodbye and shut the door, coat still in hand rather than covering her exposed body, leaving Stephen to finish unpacking.

Stephen was watching the video of Alex, Imogen and Sophie whilst Sophie was getting ready. She had told him about her favourite moment last evening and he had searched for that first. Sophie and Alex were lying on their backs with a double-ended dildo between their grinding pussies. Imogen was straddling Sophie's face, whilst also leaning forward so she could pump the dildo that was in the other two. Imogen started coming when the noise of the hair drier from Sophie's room ended. He finished himself off, pulled on his pyjama bottoms and grabbed his towel. As he stepped out of his bedroom he saw Alice standing by the front door, next to a naked Sophie.

"Hey Soph," greeted Alice, before giving Sophie a quick open-mouthed kiss, then saw Stephen, "Hey Steve, I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"No, I was just going to grab a shower but that can wait. How was your summer?" 

"It was good, thanks, but don't wait around on my account. I've just come to drop my stuff then I need to meet Mark... and suggest that when Zack gets back tomorrow... that they both be my boyfriends. Will be tricky. I might change into something sluttier..."

Stephen looked at what Alice was wearing; a tight pair of jeans and cropped tank top. Underneath, however, was a g-string, the sides and back of which were riding high above her jeans, and a bra, that was highly visible since the top was so skimpy. He hadn't seen underwear on any of his sluts so far; in fact, he didn't think any of them owned any. Sophie certainly didn't; her complaint was that they never had any sexy bras in her size. She and the other sluts were programmed to only wear underwear to be provocative and it seemed only Alice was small enough to buy any that fit her. Small by Master Program standards that is; she was still at least an E cup but this looked modest next to Sophie. Stephen hadn't noticed a tramp stamp; the first of his sluts not to have one, but he did notice some tribal markings poking out over her pubic area. Stephen excused himself and Alice turned to talk to Sophie about Mark and Zack, but not before tugging on Sophie's nipple chain and registering her approval of it.

Twenty minutes later, Sophie was riding Stephen on the sofa; he was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were round his calves, Sophie was wearing a pair of heels. She had started wearing just heels a lot at his request; Stephen wasn't sure if he found it more appealing that Sophie wore heels to please him, or if he was more aroused by Imogen, who was internally compelled to always wear heels. He was enjoying the sights and sounds of Sophie's orgasm when the door to Alice's room opened. Stephen had assumed that when Sophie had pulled him onto the sofa and mounted him that meant Alice had left, but clearly, that wasn't the case. He thought that Sophie hadn't noticed Alice due to being in a state of climax, but as soon as she regained voluntary muscle control, she looked at Alice, who was walking their way.

"Hey, is my bag there?" asked Alice, reacting in no way to the fact they were having sex.

"No, I think," replied Sophie, taking a pause to gasp, "It's by the door."

"Yup, I see it."

"Good luck," said Sophie.

"Thanks," replied Alice, leaning in to kiss Sophie quickly, "As I said, if you're going to tell a boyfriend something difficult, do it during sex." She gave Stephen a kiss too, her tongue entering just long enough for him to notice a stud through it.

As Alice moved off, Sophie bucked as fast as she could, making herself cum a few minutes later. Taking a few deep breaths, she spoke, "So, I have something I need to tell you."

"OK," he replied, looking at her quizzically.

She made intense eye contact with him, making each hip gyration bigger but slower, "So, I kinda cheated on you."

"OK... when? How? Who?"

"Two weeks ago, I was at this party, you know Jenna's brother's house party."

"OK. I do."

"Well, this guy was asking me about my nipple rings, because you could see them through my top."

Stephen nodded.

Sophie let a short groan and her eyes rolled for a second, like they always did when she found a good position, "uh... so yeah he asked if I had any more so I showed him about by clit hood. He asked what it felt like and I told him it feels pretty good to have something right next to your sensitive place," she paused to gasp again, "then he said, what I thought was completely innocently, was that he'd always wondered how it felt to touch one compared to a no piercing. So I really didn't see the harm in letting him have a feel. That's all it was at first but then I got wet really fast. I started wanking him off and would have moved onto more but someone walked into the kitchen, where we were, so we stopped. I am so so so sorry, but I was so horny; straight after I had to go to the toilet and finish myself off."

"Yeah, OK," replied Stephen, not really sure what to say. Sophie looked incredibly guilty, but she also had that look on her face that signalled she might be leading up to another orgasm. He hadn't ever restricted the Attraction Routine not to work on Sophie and he had increased her libido to the levels of the other sluts, so he wasn't surprised this happened. He could have tweaked the routine so it was lesbian-only for Sophie but as he had run her through the standard modification process he hadn't had to think about these details back then. The fact that it was he who had made her this way had made him feel he should forgive her despite his annoyance, "You're pretty slutty, so I suppose this was bound to happen. So, just, forget about it I suppose."

She leant forward to hug him and swung her hips up and down and fast as she could. She whimpered her gratitude into his ear, but he wasn't entirely sure if it related to her current climax or his forgiveness. She calmed down and started to caress Stephen's back whilst kissing his chest. He instantly forgot her unfaithfulness and was enjoying the intimate position, readying himself to come when Sophie's muffled voice came from his shoulder.




The Master Program Ch. 06



"Steve..."

"Yes..."

"That wasn't the only thing."

"I'm listening," he said, moving her off his chest and held her at arm's length. His intention was to pull out from her but she held onto his arm and started thrusting her lower body forward, seemingly unable and unwilling to stop riding.

"I slept with Robbie."

"What?! Why?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she pleaded then gripped him tightly as he made a motion to move her off of him. She buried her head back into his shoulder and undulated her body to keep up a sexual rhythm, which distracted him from feeling too angry; presumably why she was telling him this during sex.

"So he still had some of my stuff," she began, voice muffled again, "we had put off seeing each other all summer, then just a few weeks ago, a few days after the other guy, I went to his house. The day after I went to my Gran's birthday, you remember?"

"Yeah," he replied emotionlessly.

"So his parents weren't in and I hadn't had a chance to masturbate all day, so you need to understand I was so horny. I should have done myself in the car, but I was really nervous about this meeting. We had a couple of drinks, so I couldn't drive home. I decided to stay over, originally alone in the guest bedroom, but Robbie got in the bed with me to talk some more. I was fingering myself and was getting pretty close so I didn't stop. Since I was under the sheets I don't think he quite noticed at first, but when he did, well basically we messed around, then we had sex for about 20 minutes, then he came in my mouth. "

"Cool," replied Stephen, suppressing an emotion that was anything but cool, "I really didn't need to know where he came."

"I'm sorry. Sorry, I am sorry, so sorry," she moaned to him, gasping between each word.

"Just have your orgasm, Soph," he said, thrusting into her and coming when her pussy muscles started pulsing.

"I think you deserve one too now, Steve."

"I came already."

"Oh, I was going to let you go on my face and in my mouth like I know you like."

"Soph. I need to think about this, let me go to my room."

"Steve..."

"Soph, just watch some porn or something."

She dismounted him and gave him a sad kiss on the cheek whilst he fetched some tissues from the coffee table in front of the sofa. He wiped down his groin, soaking up the juices Sophie had coated his dick with during her several intense orgasms. He did up his trousers as Sophie fetched her laptop from the kitchen table, and by the time he had sat down in his room and turn on his own computer, he heard the sound of lesbian porn fill the communal room via a HDMI cable connected to the TV.

"Master Program, what the hell?"

"Invalid input."

"You read minds; you know what I'm asking."

"The subject Sophie Wright prefers a strong bond with sexual partners in order to enhance sexual activities. The minimum change to the subject's mindset that allowed her to enjoy being in a committed relationship with a male who was not sexual faithful was to disconnect the subject's association between a sexual bond and an emotional bond."

"So you stopped her feeling that sex equals love?"

"Incorrect. To stop the subject Sophie Wright from feeling emotional attachment during sex would exceed the stated allowed mindset change but the subject does not necessarily require the sexual partner or partners she is with to reciprocate the feelings. Her need for commitment is fulfilled by repeated sexual encounters with the same partners."

"OK, but then why do I want her more now than I have in weeks," he asked himself out loud, while shutting the Macbook. The notes of JR Parz popped into his head and he was reminded about Belle leaving Parz. Parz had felt jealousy, like Stephen was now, and it made his relationship feel real for the first time. Well, for the first time since he stopped it being real in favour of continued sex with Imogen and the others. Sophie didn't notice Stephen enter the room, so she squeaked in fright as he pulled her hand away from the vibrator inside of her. He let it slip out and replaced it with his own solid rod, proceeding to fuck her with such passion he hadn't felt since the early days of their relationship. He was determined to keep her as his own but he was going to do it the old fashioned way, by satisfying her more than anyone else she could imagine. He looked down at her 'RA' tattoo; their relationship had been going nearly long enough now to replace his initials over the ones of her ex-boyfriend, but now he decided to leave them; they were his new motivation; his reminder that he had competition.

"Yeah so that's why I've not had too many new guys of late. Alex should catch up soon, the whole internet sex dates thing has meant she could get an average of ten to fifteen new guys a week. That means in two weeks we should both be on 150 and we can race to 200. I say race, but we wanna hit that together. It was really sorta.... oddly romantic that we both lost our century to the same guy, it's just a bit of a shame she was a few weeks after me."

Imogen was lying on her back on the kitchen table with her legs held up against Stephen's chest. He enjoyed listening to Imogen's sexual exploits; sleeping with someone who had had so many other lovers felt to him like he might if he was talking to a celebrity. However, he had also heard her talking to Alex or Ruth or Julie about things like films they'd seen or what they should cook for dinner and it had made him feel like he was missing a side to her. At the same time, he knew they didn't talk about anything other than Imogen's sex life because he didn't care about her day outside of how many guys she'd fucked or how good Alex's new strap-on felt. He also doubted that Imogen cared about his day because they ultimately just didn't click. The sex was still great and he wouldn't let it go, but he often thought about Sophie when he was with Imogen or one of her girlfriends. He found it bizarre actually, because when he was with Sophie, during sex or otherwise and they were talking about what films they'd just seen or what too cook for dinner that night, he found himself wishing that Sophie could be so obviously sexual . Yes she dressed provocatively but Imogen just screamed 'fuck me' no matter what she did. He got it though, he wanted his cake and to eat it too. He had Imogen as his own personal pornstar and Sophie as his prostitute; one for use, one for display. But when he was with one he always wanted the other.

Stephen came all over Imogen's body, leaving a thick stream from her hair and forehead right down to her crotch. She reacted by smiling with genuine contentment, followed by a gleeful sigh as he re-entered.

"Hey Steve," said Sophie as she entered the flat, "oh and hey Imm."

"Hey guys," followed Alice. The two casually hung up their coats and walked over to the fucking couple. Sophie gave Stephen a brief kiss on the lips whilst Alice gave Imogen an open-mouthed three-second kiss. The two weren't particularly close; they had some mutual friends, not including Stephen, but he had noticed that Alice kissed anyone she thought might reciprocate. However, he found it even stranger that though Alice and Stephen were yet to have sex; Alice had not hesitated at all in licking her lips, which had become covered in sperm transferred from Imogen.

Alice and Sophie had a few bags of groceries to put away but Sophie had abandoned these, as well as her dress, in favour of mounting Imogen's face. As she stretched out forward towards Imogen's clit, she caught sight of Alice picking the bags that Sophie had been carried and made a move to dismount the table when Alice waved her hand, "Don't worry about it, but Steve... could you help me?"

He was a bit surprised by the request, considering he was deep inside Imogen, but he pulled out anyway and willed himself limp. Despite the extraordinary amount of nudity he witnessed on a daily basis, including this very moment, Stephen still found it a little odd to be completely naked whilst not having sex. Consequently he grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on, leaving his girlfriend and long-term fuck buddy to sixty-nine on the table, knowing they would not have had a second thought about putting away the shopping totally naked.

"Sorry to pull you away from that, I was hoping to have a....chat though. We'll quickly put away all the freezer and chilled stuff and then go to my room if that's ok?"

Stephen wondered if this was a clumsy attempt at seducing him, but he looked at her lithely move in her tight outfit; jeans and a skimpy top, which left little to the imagination especially in terms of her body contours, and remembered, albeit through hearsay and second-hand experience, that she was anything but clumsy when it came to sexual matters. With her Master Program tune-up there wasn't a chance she'd be this coy or reserved. He became so impatiently curious about what she might want that he stuffed as much of the shopping into the fridge as he could in one go, then nodded in the direction of her room. He took a quick glimpse at the lesbian sex that was still happening on top of the table, having actually briefly forgotten all about it, and then followed Alice through the threshold of her door.

"So, you know about Mark and Zack... and me right?"

"As in you're a couple... or a triple," he paused for thought, "or a boomerang?"

Alice emitted a large chuckle, "boomerang?!"

"Yeah there's you in the middle, then those two as separate points?"

"Good god, Steve. Stop being such a scientist; you literally just described the geometric shape of my relationship."

"Well anyway, I was there when you got back and then went to go tell them."

"Oh yes, sorry, of course you were. I've been a bit scatter brained since I got back, you must have noticed I've only been here about three times in the five days I've been in London."

Stephen nodded, wondered what her point was.

"Anyway, yes, I'm getting to my point," she said, almost like she had sensed his thoughts, "I've just been in a one track state of mind since I first told them, I've had to travel from Mark's flat to Zack's then back, just fucking them both on this sort of informal rota we have going on. It's great; tiring but great; I'm so glad they both took it so well. But the thing is, they are both in to me loads and I'm into them loads; it's definitely mutual love, so I think they are intimidated by each other. They've both kinda glossed over the fact that I'm with the other; I feel more like a part-time girlfriend to them both rather than someone who is simultaneously shared."

"OK... but..."

"Just wait, I'm explaining. I think they need someone to perhaps break up the intensity, a casual partner to join in."

"Another... girl?"

"Oh hell no! No one is touching my boyfriends but me! I meant another guy."

"So what you've kinda just about said here, is that you want to fuck both your boyfriends at the same time but they feel weird about it and so your solution is yet another guy."

"If you put it like that... look, their problem clearly isn't my... lack of monogamy... it's all the intense feelings going on at the same time. I'm hoping that your presence as a 'neutral party' might make things a little more casual which we can build up, just the three of us, into threeway lovemaking. We might have to do two threesome sessions, as in one with you and Mark and then one with you and Zack, but I'm hoping we can all go together."

"You know I've not agreed yet."

Silently, Alice pulled her top off, allowing her breasts to hang free and then kicked off her wedges so she could pull off her jeans and get completely naked. Once so, she looked him in the eyes and spoke, "I'm going to lay down on the bed, if you want to help me out with Zack and Mark, you can get on top of me and fuck me until we both cry out. If not... there's the door." She fell back onto the bed, the springs causing her to bounce a couple of times, and then crawled back until her head was against the headboard and legs spread. Stephen didn't even take a moment to contemplate the request; he just pulled his boxers down to his thighs and crawled onto the bed. He entered her eagerly and was rewarded by the feeling of all four of her limbs tightly wrapped round his torso. He drilled her as he listened to how much she loved cock and how she wished she was being fucked in the mouth at the same time. The two of them had two orgasms in fifteen minutes; Alice registered her surprise that it was true what Sophie said; Stephen could keep going through and after coming.

"I need you to do me a favour," panted Alice.

"On top of joining you and your boyfriends in a male dominated foursome?"

"Very funny," she sighed, her eyes still rolling a little, "I've never been fucked in the ass, but if I'm going to have sex with multiple guys at once it's gonna happen. I can't decide out of Mark or Zack who should be first; there doesn't seem to be a fair choice. So I need you to do it. So it's not a big deal anymore. That way I won't be picking a favourite. Please, do it now, while I'm still delirious from those orgasms."

She kissed him ferociously, almost like a true lover would, and he felt obligated to grant her request. Pre-Master Program, Stephen had never had any interest in anal sex. However, his magical tampering had turned the rear hole into a vestigial part of the anatomy. Though he and his sluts had to eat, they never had to excrete, making the 'backdoor' one of their cleanest body parts. Whilst this had effectively turned it into an extra sex organ, Stephen's disinterest had carried through. He had indulged in anal sex with Sophie very occasionally, mostly at her request, but he had done so with none of the other sluts, even Imogen, who seemed to have it on a fairly frequent basis, if only because of how much group sex she had. This time was different though; this request really started to excite him. He realised he was being asked to have anal sex with Alice, purely so she could improve her ability to have more simultaneous sex partners. This was her practicing to improve her slut skills. Alice slackened her full body grip allowing Stephen to pull out. He moved to position his dick over her anal opening, but Alice rushed to grab his soaking rod and pressed it against the sphincter.

"Go on, go inside me," she said, with perhaps a hint of reluctance. Stephen proceeded gingerly, especially when he saw Alice wince, but she grabbed his waist with her legs and pulled him in closer with enthusiasm contrary to her facial expression. "Do it hard, don't be gentle; I need you to be passionate, even if it hurts."

Astounded by her determination for this, Stephen granted the request, burying himself deep inside of Alice. He ignored her mildly pained yelps as he began to pump himself inside her bumhole instead choosing to focus on the heightened pleasure he received from its tightness. She wrapped herself around him again and began to gasp and groan; the tone of which was ambiguously blurred between pain and pleasure.

"Go faster and make yourself come inside me. Ejaculate for me," she begged. Stephen sensed this might be her way of telling him to finish off inside of her without staying stop, so he waited a few seconds then pulsed waves of semen into her asshole, kissing her as he did. 

"That was...different," she said, a barely hidden look of relief on her face as he pulled out of her. "I'll definitely need to work on that for the future, but for now, thanks Steve."

"That's...ok," he replied, a little confused by the gratitude he was receiving for causing her discomfort, "So, when's this gang bang?"

"I was hoping and I know it'll be a Friday so you might have plans, but basically, Soph was saying that Imogen wanted her round for a lesbian orgy-type thing tomorrow; so maybe... tomorrow?"

"Wow.... OK. Sex with you...while you have sex...with two guys."

Alice lay down on the bed and then gave Stephen a dirty smile, "I can't wait."

It was Friday night and Zack and Mark were due to arrive anytime soon. Alice was in her room 'making herself look as slutty as possible'. Sophie had already left, wearing just heels and a coat, but not before teasing Stephen about how she was about to participate in sex with four other girls and he was about to have sex with two guys. He tried to clarify he wasn't going to do anything with either of the guys, but she had just stuck her tongue out at him and left the flat.

"Hey, Alice, it's Zack, can you buzz me up?" came Zack's voice through the intercom. Stephen pressed the button to let Zack in the front door and then heard footsteps coming up the stairs to their flat. As there was a knock on the door, Mark requested entry to the flat via the intercom; Stephen let him into the building as he let Zack into the flat. It was an awkward first few minutes; Stephen had no idea what the pre-gang bang protocol was, so he offered them both a glass of water and stuck up a conversation about their day. It alleviated the awkwardness in no way, in fact, perhaps added to it when they each implied they had all already had sex with Alice that day.

"My three favourite boys," said Alice from just outside her bedroom. All three sets of eyes gratefully darted to her and she spun for her lovers; she was wearing a deep purple corset with garters that were holding up a pair of lacy stockings, a g-string that matched the hue of the corset and a pair of black high heels. She confidently strode towards the three guys and kissed each one for five seconds in the order Zack, Stephen and then Mark. She took them to the table, where they helped her out of her corset and pants, and each of them took a third to her body to make love to; Stephen sucked and bit on Alice's left nipple, Zack was pleasuring her right and Mark was rubbing her clit. This continued for a few minutes; each of the guys segregating themselves to their zones, when Alice intervened, coaxing Stephen's and Zack's hands downwards to join Mark's.

"Oh my fucking god! This feeling should be illegal," she screamed as Mark's fingers pumped her tunnel, Stephen's rubbed her clit and Zack's massaged her labia. She emitted 'uhn's and 'ohhh's in greater frequency and intensity until they merged into one loud yell.

"My first three person induced super-fucking orgasm! Thank you!" she said, lying down on the table and grinning from ear to ear. She sat up and kissed each one again, very briefly, as the three guys stroked all over her body. She whispered 'I love you' to both Mark and Zack, then told Stephen that he 'was amazing'. Bizarrely, he felt a little left out that the other three were in a relationship together and he was just a spare. He momentarily wished he could have someone to share the experience of the Master Program with, as opposed to being under its effects, but the feeling passed when he saw Mark enter Alice.

The three of them had taken turns to fuck Alice on the table for around twenty minutes, but when the oral-vaginal double penetration began, Stephen bowed out after less than ten minutes. He had done his job of helping Mark and Zack relax, and it looked like the three of them were enjoying their own company; after he retreated to his room he could hear laughing and what was possibly even a high five whenever it sounded like Alice came. Sophie returned quite late in the night; she had apparently been welcome to stay at Imogen's flat, but she had been desperate to come back to Stephen and tell him everything about her lesbian exploits, during and after which they had sex and then cuddled ready to fall asleep. As Stephen drifted away, he knew he had had fun this evening, but unexpectedly, the feeling of being left out came over him again; the world around him was now a game to him, but he was the puppet master, rather than a player.





The Master Program Ch. 06



"I don't get it; it's just a 3D model of me," said a naked Imogen as she peered closer to the screen, "A very good likeness... but a little weird if I'm honest. I don't get what you need it for?"

"Watch," said Stephen as used the Master Program to lengthen Imogen's avatar's arm by about 15 centimetres.

"Eurgh, why'd you do that? I don't have a freaky arm. Anyway, can we play with this later? I really want to have sex."

Stephen undid the change then went to the breast slider, turning her EEs into Gs.

"Hey! What are you trying to say?"

"Watch this," replied Stephen, without even looking at her, and pressed the commit changes button. Imogen made a 'ouch' noise, then furrowed her brow as she grabbed her breasts. Her eyes widened in a combination of fear, shock and confusion as her chest swelled to match the 3D model on-screen.

"Stephen, what the fuck is this? What the fuck? What the fuck have you done?"

He reverted the changes and she looked in horror again as they shrank back down to EE.

"Stephen, I'm fucking scared, what's going on? Is this a fucking dream?"

"I came across this program, back in April, just before exams, and I discovered it can shape the reality around us."

"Steve, that... that isn't possible."

"You saw it."

"That was a trick you played on me. This isn't real."

"What is the capital of..." Stephen started to ask, thinking of a relatively distant country, "Tanzania?"

"I don't fucking know. TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON!" she demanded, looking more and more hysterical.

"Answer and I'll tell you."

"Fine, fucking Nairobi, no that's Kenya. I DON'T KNOW! I've been to Egypt when I was seven, nowhere else in fucking Africa, how would I know?"

She started to tremble, staring at Stephen as he typed on the Macbook. He pressed enter when Imogen slammed the screen shut over his fingers.

"STOP IT! STOP IT! What are you doing?!"

"What is the capital of Tanzania?"

"I said I don't know!" she said, lips trembling.

"Think."

"Dodoma has been the capital since 1996; previous to this the capital was Dar es Salaam, which is still considered the economic capital," she stopped being hysterical and just stared at Stephen, mouth agape, "How do I know that? Can that program... alter my mind?"

"Yes, it works by..."

"Wait... wait... wait... you said you got this in April."

"Yes, I found it when..."

"April. We started going out around April... no, it was March... unless.... And I started sleeping around a LOT more in April. Stephen, this isn't the first time you've used this program on me is it?"

"Well no, we actually first had sex in April, you just think it was March. I kinda tweaked you to let out the bit of you that likes to sleep around."

"You made me in a fucking SLUT?!"

"Well, it wasn't that big a change actually, and most of it was actually engineering your environment..."

"YOU FUCKED AROUND WITH ME?!"

"But you like being a slut," replied Stephen, his breathing becoming heavier and more panicked.

"Because of YOUR twisted game," she said with a look of hatred in her eyes. She turned round to the kitchen counter and picked up a huge kitchen knife. Stephen jumped back out of his chair, causing it to clatter to the floor. He backed up as fast as he could until he hit the wall between Sophie's bedroom door and the bathroom door.

"Please no, don't hurt me. You can't anyway, the Master Program protects me. Master Program freeze Imogen."

Knife pointing at his chest, she walked forward, unimpeded.

"Freeze Imogen Daniels," he begged. She continued, until she was right in front of him; she drew back the knife and then with pure anger in her face she thrust it forward with all her strength.

"Nooo..." he yelled. His eyes were blurry, sweat was sticky on his forehead and adrenaline was rushing round every vessel in his circulatory system but he was alive. It had been a dream. A nightmare, actually, but still just a figment of his subconscious mind. He reached for his Macbook, which was by the side of his bed and then used the Master Program to calm himself down and send him into a dreamless sleep, which he slipped into after snuggling up to Sophie.

In the morning, Stephen had considered his dream. It had freaked him out at first, because he had wondered if it was a Master Program induced dream acting as a warning to him, but the program denied doing this when asked. Stephen had been thinking about people to reveal his program to, as an alternate to Michael, and Imogen had been one of them. Despite it being a dream, he had taken this to be an insight into how Imogen might react. He knew he couldn't tell someone he had modified about the program, not without reverting them or further altering them to accept what he had done without their consent, which would then defeat the point of having a peer. Michael was his best choice, despite the fact that he had been very distant just before and over the summer. Stephen made his plan to approach Michael after their first lecture of third year, which was on Wednesday; in the first week he didn't have Monday or Tuesday lectures as all the lecture halls had been booked out for first year introduction events.

Wednesday morning came and Stephen was double checking his bag while a nude Sophie was eating breakfast. "Have you heard back from Layla?"

"I haven't texted her yet, it's only been a day," replied Stephen, casually. Layla the first automatically modified girl he'd met. She had dark skin, black hair and breasts a cup size or so smaller than Sophie's. Stephen and Sophie had been at a bar having a start of term drink when he caught sight of her buying a drink. Her tramp stamp and tight clothing had raised Stephen's suspicions, but when she agreed to come back to Stephen's and Sophie's flat after little coercion he was pretty certain she was Master Program augmented. The fact he had not had a direct hand in her transformation had allowed him to almost feel like she was a 'real' slutty girl that he had picked up. However, he also felt rather proud that he had set up this system that modified these women without his active intervention. The experience had put him in two minds about being in such a rush to share his program; on one hand, he was about to start experience a whole new level of the master program so he thought that would keep him busy on his own but on the other hand, he now was about to be swamped with several dozen new women and so there was plenty to go around. Truth is, it was a shiny toy he hadn't had a chance to show anyone for over six months now.

Stephen bumped into Imogen by the lift up to the lecture hall and she started chatting to him about Netball trials that afternoon. Netball was actually the reason Imogen was taking this particular module; university sports were played on Wednesday afternoons which was almost always followed by a heavy night of drinking. This module, 'Mathematical Methods for Experimental Physics', focused primarily on statistics and there were two alternate choices; 'Optics and Acoustics' and 'Advanced Statistical Methods'. Those students particularly interested in statistics took the advanced module because it was run by the maths department and thus went into more depth and those students who were happy to avoid any statistics took the Optics module because the lecturer of that module was regarded to be one of the best in the Physics department. 'Mathematical Methods' winning feature was that it had no Thursday lectures, unlike the other two, so sports' players didn't have to worry about their hangover from Wednesday nights.

The lecture hall was one of the smallest he had been in, yet it still had a few seats left over after the whole class had arrived. He spotted two guys that he knew played rugby, four football players, that one guy he always saw drunk at the Student's Union, a guy he didn't recognise and Michael. He took a seat next to Imogen; they were the only one in their row. He had intended to sit next to Michael, but he was in the front row sat between two of the football guys and one of the rugby players. Imogen was discussing how she had plans to sleep with some of the rugby guys tonight after Netball trials whilst they waited for Dr Leigh Sampson to arrive. Dr Sampson had been Michael's academic tutor and Michael had raved how friendly and helping she was, which is why he had taken her lecture module, but all Stephen had felt in the, admittedly few, times he had ever interacted with her was that she was a slightly overweight, middle-aged woman, who tended to drone on. Stephen had in fact only taken the class because Imogen had asked him to and he figured he could just use the Master Program to fill his brain with the required knowledge for the course if it got too boring.

The door opened and in walked a blonde-haired woman, who Stephen placed in her mid-to-late thirties. He had a feeling he recognised her, but he was sure he would have made a better mental note of someone with the kind of cleavage this woman was sporting. She wore a pair of tight jeans and a very fitted shirt; an outfit that somehow blended sexy and smart perfectly. As she placed her stuff by the projector she bent over slightly allowing Stephen a glimpse of what was perhaps a lower back tattoo, which made him wonder if this was a woman with a wilder past... or a subject to the Master Program.

"Michael, nice to see you, oh and Andrew," said the woman, smiling at Michael and then to the person sitting just to his left, "I'm not sure I recognise the rest of you, but thank you for choosing my class. I'm Dr Leigh Sampson, but you are welcome to call me Leigh. I have my email address and office number written on hand-outs that I'll pass round the room."

The moment she said her name, Stephen instantly saw the resemblance. He thought back to his vague memories of the 'old' Dr Sampson, or rather Leigh, and could see her hair; it was thicker now and no longer had hints of grey. Her physique had been trimmed down, not drastically, just enough to take her from a bit chubby to pleasantly voluptuous. Her facial features had livened up in a way that shaved ten years from her appearance. Had he been more familiar with Leigh before her transformation, he knew he would have recognised her straight away; the tune up to her had been minimal, yet it had yielded such appealing results.

"I hope I can sleep with her to boost my grades," whispered Imogen into Stephen's ear, "actually, who am I kidding? I hope I can sleep with her, full stop."

New Leigh held the gaze and attention of the entire class in a manner Stephen thought that old Dr Sampson could never have hoped to achieve. She confidently strode around the room as she spoke, occasionally making eye contact with one of her students giving them a flirty smile; Stephen noticed that Imogen returned hers with incredible enthusiasm.

For the first time since he began lectures, Stephen found himself looking at the clock and hoping it would slow down. As it ticked over their allotted time for the class; the next lecture would start in five minutes, Leigh fetched a set of papers from her bag, "OK guys... and girl," she said, giving Imogen another, reciprocated, flirty smile, "today is your first assignment, it covers today's work, and some of what we'll look at on Friday. It is due back next Wednesday. Just to give you an extra incentive, whoever gets the best score on the work, and if more than one of you get the top mark, this applies to all of those folk individually, I am willing to do whatever you may choose for an hour. I mean in my private office. You don't need to take me up on this offer, as you maybe have girlfriends you are too busy with to find the time to... visit my office. I just advise you that I am a married woman, so I have to devote time to my family, so whatever happens in my office for that hour is all that happens. Also," she said, engaging eye contact with Imogen, "I firmly believe in equal opportunities, so I would never offer things to the men that I wouldn't to the ladies."

In stunned silence the whole class collected their homework and left the class, waiting until Leigh was well out of earshot before discussing in hushed voices if what their lecturer had just implied was actually what she meant. One of the rugby boys declared his intention to go home that minute and start the assignment in the two hours before rugby trials in order to 'get a head start' so he could 'win that fucking prize'. Imogen was in the middle of proposing to Stephen that they should collaborate on their assignment and then share their two hours with Leigh when Stephen noticed Michael was taking the stairs to the ground floor, rather than wait for the lift.

"Mike, Mike! Michael!" shouted Stephen down the stairs, whilst running after him.

"Oh, hey. Steve. I think I'm gonna head straight home, so don't know if I can really stop to chat."

"OK, why the rush though? You've been a little weird with me, since... before summer."

"Nah, I'm just... busy."

Stephen was unconvinced, but he ignored that feeling and pulled out his new tablet computer, "Mike, just let me show you something."

Michael looked relatively unenthused, but waited on a step a few below Stephen.

"Look at your left hand. I want you to give me a number between three and six."

"Four."

"Four centimetres it is."

"Ah," exclaimed Michael, wincing a little as his left index finger involuntarily contracted. With an expression Stephen presumed he had had when he first saw his finger grow in the British Library six months ago, Michael stared at his elongating finger, "Stephen. What the hell have you done?"

Glad that Michael had remained surprisingly calm, he returned the finger to its normal length and then showed him the interface. The disbelief turned briefly to fear and Stephen was leaning towards running the 'Forget' routine Michael had written the previous night; its purpose was to wipe Michael's memory of the Master Program entirely, in case his demonstration went badly. Michael's fear peaked and he began to calm down enough to try another small modification; he made his thumb double in size.

"OK... I still almost don't believe it. I'm expecting to wake up at any minute," said Michael, more to himself than to Stephen.

"Give me your phone; I investigated some of the features of the program and I can allow you access to my version. I'll upload this to your phone, and give you the permissions to alter just yourself for now. Just don't delete your saved state; otherwise you can't revert to normal. I will be locked out of your profile as long as you are an active user, so it's totally up to you what changes you make."

Michael left after saying very little, which was a little bit of an anti-climax for Stephen, but he remembered it took him a little while to adjust to the realisation of the power he now held. Not to mention the revelation that all the Universe around them was an experiment created by some sort of super-intelligent aliens.

Stephen saw Michael three times between then and the next Wednesday lecture; once on Friday for Leigh's second weekly lecture, which had full eager attendance, then again on Monday and Tuesday for the other lecture course they shared. Each time he saw Michael he looked better; the first time he had bulked up his skinny frame with some modest but obvious muscles, the second time he had widened his jaw a little and given himself some stubble among some other aesthetic changes and the third time, he noticed nothing externally obvious but he saw Michael run up four flights of stairs with almost no loss of breath when he got to the top. After every occasion, Michael had left pretty swiftly, saying he wanted to get back and play with the program but this time he had asked Stephen if they could chat after Leigh's lecture.

The entire class handed in their homework with enthusiastic delight; Leigh flirted individually with each student as they passed her their answers. Stephen knew he had all correct answers, so it was only a matter of her marking them and he would get her alone in her office for an hour. He thought about the fact she was married but her actions could be totally at his whim and it made him remember the rush of power he first felt when he modified Imogen. He had a grin on his face after seeing Leigh's left nipple was pierced; it was obvious through her top, and this smile lingered as he walked towards the common room with Michael.

"I see you've made some changes; looking good," said Stephen.

"Yeah, I feel pretty super human. It's a pretty awesome device. I saw you had already made some tune-ups to me though. I suppose I should thank you."

"Oh yeah, I just made a bunch of people healthier and fitter and such."

"Yeah, I also noticed some mental changes that were made to me."

"I didn't.... I don't think," Stephen paused to think.

"Not consciously, but little memory changes that I've undone. Like I now remember what Imogen used to be like and how you were a bit chubbier," Michael patted his stomach as he said this, "back in March."

"Oh, of course, the Master Program does that automatically if I make changes."

"Yeah, well, last night I finished our assignment, knowing I'd got everything right. I assumed you had too, so I figured that meant at least the two of us would be getting an hour with Dr Sampson, or Leigh, I should say."

"OK, what's your point?"

"Well, with the power to manipulate anyone, we don't need to share do we? I changed one of my answers, so I'll get 28/30, good but no 'teacher's pet's prize'. So I was thinking, you've got all those women, Sophie, Alice, etc, maybe you could let me have one? Like, Imogen for example."

"Well, that seems fair, but I don't suggest Imogen, she's untameable; an actual sex machine."

"Well, we could always tweak her a bit... because the thing is... I've always had a little crush on Imogen."

"Oh... I see... you never said... is that why you've been a bit weird with me?!"

"Oh, well yeah, I don't really like to talk about that kinda stuff. And yeah I suppose I just felt a little confused around you two."

"Well, OK, but I'm just reluctant to give up Imogen," Stephen paused, and 'hmmmed' while he thought, "How about I give you five of my slots, as well continued exclusive access to your own profile."

"I... could live with that... but that doesn't stop the fact you were fucking someone I fancied for the past six months..."

"I didn't know!" retorted Stephen, feeling a little guilty but also a little annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah but how about I use one of my slots to make a girlfriend, and then you program yourself to fancy her. Not madly, just enough to want to sleep with her but she'll be my girlfriend."

Stephen pondered the request. He thought it was an odd thing to ask, but he understood why Michael had asked it. He had lusted after women who had not returned the feelings and he knew it was unpleasant but when your best friend was the one who was screwing that object of desire; he imagined that would make it all the worse. If he did agree to this he could always undo it if it became too difficult. For now, it seemed like a good decision; if it meant he and Michael could be friends again.

"That is a bit weird, but I've not been in a situation where I've wanted someone I can't have for a long time; that could be...fun. Maybe. Provided your girlfriend is someone who I would find sexy, I will program myself to strive to have her but I think a life-long lust might be a bit excessive, so let's go with six months, to make it evens. Also, I'll give you full access to the program, but you won't have access to my profile or any of my girlfriends. I won't have access to you at all and you can pick ten people to alter, after which their profiles will also be locked to me, but, again, only for six months. Seem fair?"




The Master Program Ch. 07



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work. 

Chapter 7: Nicole Lowe

"Niki!" exclaimed Sophie causing Stephen to snap out of his state of shock. Sophie and Nicole walked towards each other when Stephen reacted, "Master Program, freeze the women," he ordered to his phone. The two women froze in start of an embrace that looked ambiguously like it could lead to a kiss or a hug.

"What's going on?" said Stephen, in a quizzical manner. Stephen was confused by his own lack of rage; he had meant to scream that and add a lot more expletives but as he had gone to say it, he instantly calmed down.

"Ah yes, I believe you've already met my girlfriend, Niki," replied Mike, smugly.

Stephen knew he wanted to be angry with Mike, but he understood the smugness; his Mum was hot. He didn't know why he felt that, he knew he shouldn't be OK with this, "I think I should want to punch you in the face, but I don't actually want to. Why don't I want to smash you in the face Mike?" asked Stephen, in an inquisitive tone.

"I think you know the answer to that. It's something of your design."

"The Safety Routine; I applied it to you, and thus no one can harbour hostile feelings towards the subject, in this case you."

"Master Program," said Stephen to this phone, "remove Michael Mackenzie from the list of subjects currently protected by the Safety Routine." Stephen knew he couldn't directly modify Mike whilst he was an active user, but the Safety Routine was a script that acted externally to any given subject.

They both waited a few seconds and then Stephen spoke again, "I'm still pretty calm."

"I copied the script and it's running under my account. As we are both active users we can't delete or alter the others' scripts but I can copy them. I did wonder if it would work on you at all, but once you made me a user and I still couldn't feel anything more than mild annoyance towards you for sleeping with Imogen, I asked the program and it informed me it would work, as long as it didn't have to alter your mindset. Thing is, because we are users, the script is less effective on us because most operations it would try to perform on us are forbidden, so once you activated my account, I was able to think about how to formulate a 'get my own back' plan."

Stephen looked over at his mother, and saw some more tattoos; a lotus on her left bum cheek, a swan tattoo on her right shoulder blade, a cross on her left shoulder blade and, of course, a tramp stamp with some writing that intrigued him. He walked closer to her and looked at her lower back; there were two lines separated by a tribal vine framing a rosebud.

'Katherine Sarah Lowe * ~ * ~ * 13th October 1990'

'Stephen Alexander Lowe * ~ * ~ * 4th January 1992'

Stephen felt his blood begin to boil, but it only reached mild irritation, "Why?"

"I figured it'd take a lot to piss you off with that placation program running, and the image of me spurting all over your name as it is tattooed across your mum's butt cleavage might do it."

Stephen tried to hold onto this anger, enough to throw Mike out of his flat, but he was overwhelmed by how attractive his mother was. This was clearly an effect of his 'attraction to Mike's girlfriend' program; it seemed like a bad enough idea to agree to at the time, but when the new object of his attraction was his own mother; well, if he knew this was Mike's plan there would have obviously been no chance Stephen would have shared his program.

"Anyway, we've had those two frozen for a few minutes now... what'll be, should I head off; this too weird?"

'No!' Stephen thought to himself, he didn't want his alluring mother to leave. Or maybe he should, because these thoughts were getting a little disturbing. He hadn't even once objected to the fact she was naked, he just liked the fact she had a beautifully curved ass.

"Just... quiet," replied Stephen, "Master Program, end the script I wrote which makes me extra attracted to Mike's girlfriend."

"Task complete."

He saw Mike smile suspiciously and then looked over to his mother. The perfectly smooth skin on her back and toned legs meant he didn't want her to leave, which is what he presumed would happen if he asked Mike to go.

"You didn't! How?"

"I couldn't write a script that alters you, but because you wrote it, I was able to make a copy and run it under my account. Look, what's done is done. You gave me this power because you were desperate to show this thing off. You can't undo any of this, you can't coerce me to undo it, and honestly, it looks like you'd rather just enjoy your evening. One last thing, this may be new news to you but Niki believes we've been a couple for a month now, as does Sophie. Our arrival triggered her memory reconciliation. Anyway, Master Program, unfreeze the women."

"Task incomplete; require confirmation from user Stephen Lowe to execute following command; 'Unfreeze Sophie Wright'," responded Mike's phone in a cool male voice.

"Interesting, looks like I can override your commands to Niki, but not to Sophie. Makes sense though."

Stephen issued a confirmation command, after which Sophie and Nicole kissed, only long enough to let their pierced tongues enter the other one's mouth before parting.

"Sophie; gorgeous as always and I love this breast chain thing. You need to show me where to get one of these," said Niki. Stephen was unable to differentiate between confusion and arousal as he ogled his naked, slutty-looking mother as she casually inspected and fondled the nipples of his equally naked, slutty-looking girlfriend. Rubbing Nicole's hips, Sophie responded by promising to show Nicole her nipple chains after dinner. Nicole smiled and walked over to Mike and Stephen, where she gently stroked Stephen's arm in a manner that toed the line between motherly and flirty. She took Mike's hand then addressed him in a cutesy voice, "Come on Michael Baby, let's sit down, we've had a meal cooked for us."

Nicole looked to Stephen, who happened to be entranced by the only breasts he had ever seen that were bigger than Sophie's or Ruth's. "Stephen, sweetie, I'm flattered... but dinner time, I'm hungry," she said with an amused look and then gave him a quick and tender kiss on the lips. He forced his growing hard-on back down and sat down at the table to the left of his mother and opposite Sophie. Sophie explained they had cooked Thai food, and the conversation turned mostly to topics of conversation he'd was more familiar with when discoursing with his mother. Whilst the conversation didn't tend to deviate too far from things like lectures and things they had planned for the weekend, he noticed that every few minutes Nicole rubbed her clit, only for a few seconds, but it looked like a very desperate and involuntary reaction. 

Nicole's quick bursts of masturbation became longer and frequent, which seemed to have the effect of making it more difficult to remain in control of his erection. Mike appeared to be the only calm one at the table as Sophie had now abandoned her food to furiously massage her clit with her right hand. Stephen had all but lost control of his boner, so he let it harden its way down his right trouser leg as Nicole's high-pitched cutesy whimpers mingled with Sophie's soft exhales. Stephen stared unabashedly as his mother let out a triumphant scream. Her blurred hands stimulated her clitoris and g-spot with years of organic or Master Program generated experience, he didn't know, to give her an orgasm so powerful her body convulsed forward; breasts bashing into the table, then jerked backwards; hips thrown to the edge of the chair. The ostentatiousness of Nicole's orgasm had only just drowned out Sophie's, which seemed to be among her most powerful, judging by the flushed and exhausted look on her face. Nicole leaned on the table and took hold of Stephen's right hand with her left, which transferred the viscous natural lubrication that lathered it onto his own hand. She let go after a few seconds, and went back to her food like nothing had happened whilst Stephen debated licking his fingers. He knew he shouldn't, so he reluctantly forced his erection away and wiped his hands with a paper napkin.

"Niki, you can borrow my vibrator for when you need to go again."

"That's really sweet of you, but I've got a couple in my bag. I was just being lazy," replied Nicole as she returned to the remaining morsels of her food. She swallowed a spoonful then turned to Stephen, "I was speaking to your father again about my interest in getting a job."

Stephen nodded, preparing for another rant. His mother had studied biology at university, where she had met his father, George. She had wanted to go into research and had interviewed for jobs as soon as they were married, at the young age of 21, just months after their graduation, but she became pregnant with Katie, and thus gave up a career. Both his parents considered themselves religious but Stephen had always believed mother's piety to be one step removed from lip service, whilst he knew his father was a genuinely devout man. Nicole had been interested in stem cell research, especially when one of her friends had become paralysed, but George, though not necessarily opposed to medical research on the topic, was incredibly unsupportive and negative towards the idea of his wife being a part of the controversial field. He knew what was coming, 'I'm rapidly running out of time to pursue this dream of mine', 'I can use contraception, why is that OK but stem cells aren't', 'I have all these skills and this passion, but no outlet', etc, etc, yada yada yada.

"OK, why did it come up? Have you got a potential place to do a Masters somewhere?"

"Masters?"

"In research?"

"No," Nicole replied, furrowing her brow, "I mean, I want to contact some agencies and see if I can be an escort. I'm over forty so I may already be out of an opportunity. I know I say this every time to him but he knows I have casual sex; why is that OK but getting paid to do it is bad? I have a passion for sex, I am good at it, I have the skills, it's my body, I should just do it. I got these boobs so I could be a porn star, yet I've not had the chance to work in any sex trade. I'm sorry; I know I've ranted to you a million times about this since you were old enough to know what an escort was."

Stephen's head was spinning with information; his Mum wanted to be a hooker; she had wanted to be a porn star; his dad knew she was unfaithful. He looked at her ring finger to see her wedding ring was still there, but he realised he didn't know who else Mike had altered; his mother's overwhelming sexuality had obscured all thought. Just as his mind was approaching a state of clarity he noticed she was casually masturbating again. He fought his erection again but saw Sophie had succumbed again to her urges. 

Whimpering with sheer desperation, Nicole stood up, eye's focused on Mike, "Oh Michael, baby, I need you inside me." Stephen watched her walk round the table, the sexual hunger visible in her strides, towards Mike. He had been mostly silent during the meal, just observing and occasionally smirking at the goings-on around him, but Stephen had barely acknowledged him, in favour of gawking at his mother. Nicole straddled Mike and began to kiss him, with passion and fury he didn't think he had ever seen between two people. Though the table concealed everything from the waist down of those sitting at the other side, Nicole's hip movements made it completely clear that Mike was inside her. He watched mesmerised as his sister's name peeked over the edge of the table in a perfectly timed rhythm, accompanied with an oddly dignified exhale accompanying each stroke. The exhales degenerated into screams of 'I love fucking, 'yes' and eventually 'squirt inside me'.

"I love you, Michael, I love you so much," declared Nicole orgasmically, as Sophie came too. For the first time since he had given himself the ability, Stephen was unable to control his arousal and was instead overpowered by the desire to stroke himself, albeit through his trousers. He continued only for the few seconds it took her to finish emitting climactic noises, after which he was able to will away his boner again. Fatigued, his mother dismounted Mike, who buttoned up his jeans straight away. Breathing heavily Nicole sat down again and finished the last of her food, before suggesting they watch a film.

Agreeing, Sophie went to the television and stuck on some crappy comedy then joined Stephen on the two-seater sofa nearer the door, which was perpendicular to the large three-seater that his mother and Mike were cuddling up on. Stephen knew there was a part of him that was bothered by this, especially the uninhibited display of sex, but there were some other things, niggling at him, he just couldn't put his finger on it. He tried to focus on the movie; Sophie was just fast-forwarding through the opening titles, when he felt a barely controllable erection rise again. Soft panting already told him what he was going to see when he turned to look at the other sofa. Nicole was riding Mike in a display that Stephen found hard not to voyeur intently. As he turned back to attempt to watch the movie, Sophie straddled him. He then remembered that women other than his mother had sex as Sophie's hips started bucking, like Nicole's were and he started to think about his mother as his girlfriend rode him. Each time he found the strength to push thoughts of his mum aside he got the overwhelming feeling that Sophie was thinking about Nicole too, and he looked over to see her purposefully grinding away.

Minutes passed and his mother's sounds and motions suggested she was about to have her third orgasm. She started declaring her love for Mike as she had done earlier, whilst simultaneously Stephen felt his own coming on. Sophie's body language hinted at her orgasm too, which contributed to a four person groan that made Stephen suspicious, but again, he couldn't place why. Sophie removed herself from Stephen's lap to watch the film, but Nicole kept going, citing that she loved the feeling of being 'so full with Mike's sperm'. Stephen barely took notice of his mother's explicit language though because his orgasm into Sophie was one of the most intense feelings he had ever had; his extremities went completely numb and he pretty much passed out for a few seconds in the immediate wake of the peak. The movie lasted just over an hour and a half, during which time Nicole rode Mike twice more, then retrieved a vibrator from her bag and self-pleasured for ten minute sessions with intervals of less than five minutes. Sophie mounted Stephen again when Nicole was on Mike for the second time, but after that, she just fingered herself, climaxing whenever Nicole did. Stephen mostly resisted touching himself, only caving a couple of times when Nicole had a particularly loud orgasm.

Mike and Nicole were standing near the door; Nicole was hanging on Mike's arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Both were wearing their coats; Stephen was disappointed that his mother was no longer naked, but he took solace in the deep cleavage and short hem the coat offered. Mike had a smarmy smile on his face, but Stephen was more focused on Nicole, especially when she kissed Sophie goodbye. He expected his customary hug and kiss on the cheek goodbye from his mother, but for the first time, he was excited by the prospect, rather than mildly annoyed by her touchy feely show of affection. She leant in, but her lips went straight for his own, rather than for his cheek, and he was totally taken aback when her tongue slid into his mouth.

"Bye Sweetie," she said, and he realised to her, that French kissing might have just been part of their routine of saying goodbye. Stephen politely nodded bye to Mike, unsure how to react to a friend-turned-enemy-slash-mother-fucker and too caught up in his mother to care about how to react. He watched her exit, and heard their steps descending the stairs.

His mother was now a sex toy and from the looks of it a good one. She was a slutty, horny exhibitionist. As he heard the distant noise of the building door shut, he remembered how annoyed he had begun to feel when he found out his mum was a slut. He started to realise that it wasn't a good thing. It felt like a haze was lifting; while his mother was in the room it felt like sexual arousal and sexual tension had been turned into gas permeated everyone around her and clouded their ability to feel anything but horny. Whilst Sophie tidied up the dishes from their meal, Stephen started to wonder things he hadn't quite been able to in his mother's presence. Why was his father OK with this? Why was Sophie not even remotely surprised by all this? Why couldn't he control his arousal around her? He wanted to wait until Sophie was asleep before he booted up the Master Program but his impatience had driven him to command Sophie into a deep sleep.

"Master Program, what the fuck did Mike do to my mum?" he said aggressively. He found he could be much angrier since the couple left and he figured that was because the program assigned a lower priority to dulling his negative feelings towards Mike when they weren't in close proximity. Still, he knew he was being subdued by the program because thoughts kept popping into his head saying things like 'she seems happy with him' and 'it's not different to modifying Leigh'.

"Unable to access Nicole Lowe. Insufficient privileges."

"I don't want to alter her! Just show me her profile."

"Insufficient privileges. Privacy has been set to high by another user."

"Cock!" exclaimed Stephen whilst trying to say another four-letter word beginning with 'c'.

"Open George Lowe's profile."

"Unable to access George Lowe. Insufficient privileges."

"ARGH! Try my sister."

"Unable to access Katherine Lowe. Insufficient privileges."

"So he's fucked with my entire family, and I can't even see how?!"

"Access Mike's mum."

"Yes," cheered Stephen, when he saw the avatar of a middle-aged woman with the same hair colour and nose shape of Mike appear on the screen, "Tomorrow, send her to the cache, and run her through the modification script."

"Unable to edit Roseanne Mackenzie. Insufficient privileges."

"I suppose his Dad and brother are locked too."

"Correct."

"Sophie didn't seem at all confused by this evening. I'm assuming that because you created a backstory and reconciled with everyone relevant," he asked, recalling what Mike had said earlier.

"Correct."

"Yeah, that was rhetorical. Can you reconcile my memories, but keep my existing ones?"

"Running."

Stephen felt memories forming in his head, and it started to give him a headache, so he paused the program and instructed it to run overnight while he slept. He was woken by Sophie straddling him, which usually was his favourite way to wake up, with the possible exception of being woken by a blowjob, but today he was distracted by the recollection of a whole lifetime of memories. He waited until she came once and then had his own before she dismounted and went to have a shower. He began to focus on random events in his life, some key, others more day-to-day. Some of the memories were barely changed, just to accommodate his mother's altered appearance and the sexualisation of most of her mannerisms. In a large fraction of his older memories, the originals were nearly the same as the reconciled ones, as these were before many of her tattoos and in her youth she was already very good looking; her current good looks were presumably generated by slowing her rate of aging. The major change he noticed at first was her dress sense; tighter, shorter and more provocative. As her got older he seemed to 'remember' that her outfits became sluttier and by his late teens it was not uncommon for him to accidentally see his mother's intimate areas. He wondered if she had always dressed in skimpy outfits but around a younger him and his sister she presented herself as a bit more conservative.




The Master Program Ch. 07



He began to focus more on the 'friends' his mother had throughout the timespan of the memories. When he was a child, he had perceived them as nothing more than just friends, but as he passed puberty, he had realised they were boyfriends. His parents had never hidden these relationships but they were not brazen about showing them either; it was akin to how his parents had really acted about their sex-life in his original memories; they may have said or suggested when they wanted 'private time' and Stephen knew what they meant, but it was never openly said. He knew she had had many one night stands, or at least she believed she had, but there were very few memories from his childhood and early teens to show this, just the occasional 'visitor' he spotted in the morning. However, there was one memory of his that had intrigued him; during his ninth birthday, Elizabeth, his mother's best friend, had come to stay, as she always had for his and Katie's birthdays. She was beautiful and he had many real memories of his teenage years where he was masturbating to her image. In the true memory, his father had been angry at his mother because she, Elizabeth and two other friends had gone out for a few drinks and Elizabeth had brought home a guy to Stephen's house. 

"George, stop being so self-righteous. We were a bit tipsy so I said she could bring him to our house. Obviously bringing a strange guy here is not great and if you were angry at me for that, I'd agree and say sorry but that's not the case. You just want to hold your high-horse about someone shagging someone they just met."

"I just think she might be a bad influence."

"INFLUENCE?! What am I? A child? For your bloody information, I was hit on too, but using my own ability to decide I told him I was married and sent him away. But if I know that next time this happens you'll just blame it on my friends, then maybe I'll bring back my own guy for the night for some guilt-free fun?"

"That is not funny but I am sorry, I didn't mean that. I just think you were a little irresponsible last night and obviously I'm wound up about that."

Stephen focused on the new memory; the set up was the same but the conversation he had overheard the next morning had been changed.

"George, stop being so self-righteous. We were a bit tipsy so I said we should bring him to our house. Obviously bringing a strange guy here is not great but I don't see how this is any different to the twenty times before now that I've done that. You're just bothered that I had sex with Liz and that's a sin in the eyes of God."

"I just think she might be a bad influence."

"INFLUENCE?! What am I? A child? For your bloody information, it was my idea to have the threesome and most certainly my idea to have lesbian sex. Why do I have to have sex the way you want? I want to do it with guys and girls and while we're on the subject, I want to do it as a performer because I want to be in porn and I'm still pissed of you made me turn down that offer after my audition. Paul was supportive, and he loves me just as much as you do. He's just not painfully controlling."

"Don't bring Paul into this and stop talking about being in love with him. You know that winds me up. You know I'm scared of losing you to him."

Stephen had known about four long-term boyfriends. There was Paul, who had started seeing his mother when Stephen started primary school and continued for several years. Their relationship had never really had a definite end; rather it dwindled to almost nothing, followed by the occasional tryst until three years ago when he met another woman and got married. Next was Gareth, when Stephen was twelve. He lasted about a year, and Stephen was quite upset when they stopped seeing each other because he used to be a lot of fun to hang out with. He suspected that was one of the reasons they broke up; his parents had bought a flat in the outskirts of London as an investment but in this reality, Nicole and Gareth had lived there together for two months during which time Stephen had loved going round to see Gareth. Later, when he understood the situation more, he had felt guilty that he had made his dad so jealous, but at the time both Stephen and Nicole were not happy with his dad. Alessandro was next, an Italian student who was renting the London flat. Alessandro was in his early twenties but his mother was significantly older than this at the time she had first met him, as was the case for Paul and Gareth. By this point, Stephen was fourteen and Katie was sixteen, so they were no longer naïve enough to believe that their mother was just 'out the house a lot'; she had chosen to live with Alessandro for the time he was in the UK. He had remembered his sister had been more cut up about Alessandro's departure than his mother was and he remembered teasing her about 'fancying mom's boyfriend'.

Harry was the most recent of Nicole's boyfriends, before Mike that is. Stephen was there for the start of their relationship; but it wasn't a whole new memory, it was another memory that stemmed from one of his originals. In the original memory he had come home late from a gaming night with his school friends to find his mother passed out on his bed. This was not a common occurrence but whenever Elizabeth came to visit, they did have a few drinks too many and his mother was a lightweight as she didn't tend to drink much at other times. It had been embarrassing nonetheless but he had gone to sleep in his parents' bed; his dad was away on one of his conferences, and in the morning he just teased his mother about the incident. In the new memory, Stephen had returned to his bedroom to find his mother in bed with a classmate of his, Harry. She had had no way to know he was the same age as Stephen, sixteen, as she had met him at a club, which, due to the sale of alcohol, operated a supposedly strict over-18s policy. Having figured out by this age that his mother was incredibly promiscuous, his memory unfolded in a similar way in the morning, after Harry had left, but he remembered being pretty annoyed as he had never liked Harry much. Harry continued until they were eighteen; he remembered the potentially embarrassing incident where his mother had come to their high school leaving ball as Harry's date but by this point his classmates had become bored by that particular gossip. They separated after he went to university, but still met up occasionally. It was evident that Mike had given his mother a strong preference to younger guys, in order to facilitate his own relationship with her.

Stephen thought about his sister and father; he hadn't actually seen the new versions of them, since Mike had blocked him from seeing their avatars. In all of his memories, his father had looked the same, which wasn't surprising, but, as he had expected, Katie was now a Master Program slut. In reality, she had got her first, and until now only, tattoo; a flower on her wrist, shortly after her 18th birthday. In his true set of memories, his parents had not been too pleased about this, his father much more so, but in the new memories, his mother had recommended the tattoo parlour; his father was still not too pleased. Mike it seemed had given her eight new tattoos, which included a tramp stamp and, to Stephen's artificially suppressed annoyance, a butterfly on her pubis that matched the one Nicole had. He only knew of the intimate tattoo because Katie had followed in Nicole's footsteps and dressed in clothes that often failed to cover her properly. Katie had always been pretty and had kept a shapely figure, so physically speaking, it seemed the only change Mike had made to her outward appearance were the tattoos, all the piercings his mother had and a breast enlargement to what looked like a size larger than Imogen's.

His family dynamic was superficially very similar to what it been before; his father was still a loving caring man, whose love for his family was so intense that it could result in a demanding demeanour, his mother was doting mother but the 'free-spirited' nature of her youth occasionally shone through to his father's annoyance and his sister was a bit of an 'independent woman' with a secret 'girly-girl' heart and she admired their mother very much. The differences came through in the details, his mother's wild side was more slutty than party-girl now, his parents' arguments revolved more round Nicole's sex-life than her escapades with her friends and his sister exercised her 'independence' by sleeping with multiple guys rather than having a boyfriend.

He hadn't thought about himself though. In this new set of memories his life was different, but because he had not been fully reconciled he could not feel the changes to himself. According to his memories, throughout his later teenage years he had battled with sexual attraction to his mother, which had only become worse in the years after he had turned 18 and she had stopped hiding her sexual nature in front of him at all. For her, the previous night of being completely naked around him was not a novelty. He had always told himself that it was just a case of her being comfortable with her sexuality and did not mean she would ever sleep with him, even when she gave him open-mouthed kisses to say hello and goodbye. There were a few times when he heard and saw hints that Nicole and Katie had slept together, as part of group sex with a guy, but he had never tried to confirm they had even engaged in such a threesome because if he found out for sure that they had he would know his mother would not shy away from incest.

At the end of Stephen's and Mike's shared lectures on Monday, Stephen approached Mike to talk about some of the questions he hadn't been able to answer with his trip down memory lane. He felt his mild annoyance towards Mike dissipate as he approached Mike and the Master Program reprioritised the passive subroutine.

"I have some things I want to ask you."

"Sure, but I need to get back quickly, I got a really dirty text from your... never mind," said Mike. Stephen guessed Mike was about to goad him about his mother, but perhaps he had found his conscience again since Saturday night.

"Why? I get you're pissed about Imogen but don't you think this is fucking extreme?"

Mike sat down at the back of the lecture hall; it was empty now and there were no following classes, and gestured for Stephen to join him, which he did, before continuing, "OK, so my original idea was to steal Imogen from you, but you blocked that from happening. I tried Sophie and then some of the other ones, but again, I knew that would fail. I programmed myself to stop fancying Imogen but I still wanted you to know what it felt like. I guessed if you were desperate enough to agree to fancying my girlfriend you might have been blinded enough to make a few more mistakes. You blocked me from altering only those you called girlfriends but you left your family unprotected..."

"Yeah because I fucking didn't think you'd be so fucking sinister. I thought you might alter one of my girls, even just by mistake..."

"Do you hear yourself; 'your girls'? They aren't YOURS. Dr Sampson has a husband. I met him once, actually; nice bloke. Even if they were single at the time you twisted them into these sluts, what makes them yours? Why did you have to put Imogen through that?"

"Why do you care about Imogen? She was a bitch anyway."

"Her being a bitch doesn't give you the right to do what you did. And for your information, she's not a bitch at all."

"Yes she was; she was always rude to me and really dismissive and cold. You've seen her towards me."

"Yeah, I didn't want to remind you of this because it is embarrassing for me to remember, on your behalf, but don't you remember her flat party back in halls just before the end of our first ever term? She fucking fancied you but you turned up far too drunk, insulted one of her friends from home, spent ages telling her how you fancied Sophie but Sophie had a boyfriend and you hoped they would break up and then to top it off, vomited in her flat's kitchen sink and went home. I had to tidy up your mess but I didn't mention it because of that night in our Fresher's Week where you took me back to your flat when I was too smashed to even stand. I owed you one and didn't see the point in making you feel shit, but THAT'S why she didn't like you, because that night you were a fucking twat!"

"What?" Stephen did have vague recollections of that night now that he thought about it but he deflected the thoughts to avoid feeling the shame, "Well, anyway, this is all just a fucking game. None of us are really real, so why does it matter if I changed one fictional character into another fictional character."

"Bingo," smiled Mike, "I agree. So why can't that be Niki?"

"I..." Stephen paused, "Why not just make her your girlfriend then? Why did you have to make her and my family think she had had sex with all those guys and boyfriends?"

"She doesn't just think she did. She really did."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, originally the plan was to just make her mine but then I thought that was boring, and barely a test of what this program could really do. So I decided to do some more. I asked if I could change events in the past but the program said I could only change people's perceptions and memories of the past, not the past itself."

"Well yeah, that'd be time travel."

"So anyway, I made her think she'd slept with a whole bunch of guys... 37, if I've remembered correctly... but I knew you could just undo that and that'd be that. I wanted to make it actually happen."

"But you don't have the slots to alter that many people..."

"Correct. But I DO have the power to alter or command anyone as long as I don't have to use a slot. So I got the program to find a bunch of guys that had had one night stands in their past that they couldn't recollect well and the person they had sex with was irrelevant. Because it didn't make any overall changes, I was allowed to slightly alter their memories to fit with your mum's."

Mike paused and looked at Stephen. Stephen remained silent; the Master Program slowly placated him.

"Then came the fun bit. In the days running up to our dinner I sorted out a hotel room. Your mum then had... visitors... come round, believing it was times in the past that they had had sex."

Stephen's vision flashed white hot before the Master Program rapidly soothed him, partly using his growing incestuous attraction to Niki. He responded, his tone and attitude a mix of anger and excitement, "You mean my mum has had actually had sex with that many guys?"

"Yes, I felt it was the best way to show you what you've done to Imogen and all the other girls. I had to make her an exaggerated version of them, libido, tattoos, fake tits and all. Also, she's like a walking aphrodisiac; the more she is aroused the more she arouses the others around her, and the better she makes them feel when they orgasm. Of course, she is always horny. She is aware she is uncontrollably over-sexed and she knows that anything she does requires her to be able to be pleasured several times an hour."

"So she wants to be a sex worker?"

"Well I put the idea in her head, of course, because I wanted you to realise that you've made these women nothing more than porn stars and prostitutes for your own pleasure, all day, every day. At least sex workers get to go home and lead relatively normal lives if they so choose."

"So what do you want? Just tell me what you want so I can change Mum back. I just want my normal mum back."

"For now, just realise the danger of this program and what it's made you become. And I don't mean those changes you programmed."

Stephen returned to his flat. As his proximity away from Mike increased, Stephen started cursing Mike with such comments as 'self-righteous cunt' under his breath, all the way back right up to when he walked through the door. His quashed anger disappeared completely as he saw Sophie and Alice; both were sitting next to each other on the sofa, completely naked and kissing passionately whilst rubbing each other's clits. Both had seen him, but chose to keep going until they stimulated each other to orgasm. Once done, Sophie nestled her head between Alice's legs and gestured for Stephen to join. He did so, making it a threesome that lasted an hour.

A sweaty and tired Alice spoke, "I still prefer a dick or two, but you've certainly opened my eyes to the benefits of sex with women," she leant in and kissed Sophie, "Maybe you should try the delights of several dicks at once..."

"I can't..." replied Sophie, looking towards Stephen, "Anyway, Stephen, do you want to see the costume I've got for Imogen's party?"

"Party?" said Stephen quizzically then continued, "Oh yeah, she mentioned something about that, Halloween party right? This weekend?"

"Yeah, she needs more guys though," replied Sophie.

"Imogen having trouble getting guys to spend time with her?"

"Well no because it's a like a sex party, she doesn't want the guys coming to all be super desperate weirdos."

"Wow, sex party? She didn't tell me that bit."

"Yeah, sounds a bit like an orgy-slash-swingers party. I'm not quite a middle-aged housewife yet but it could be fun," explained Sophie.

"I wasn't going to go," spoke Alice, "I didn't fancy the idea of the boyfriends sleeping with others at the party... but they are both away this weekend, so I think I will."

Friday night came and Imogen had secured eight girls and seven guys; her invitations had been received well with some aid from Stephen and the Master Program. The guys had been asked to come in just a plain black t-shirt and black trousers; Imogen had costumes for them. The girls had been instructed to come in 'creatively provocative' outfits. Sophie had gone with a blue sarong that just failed to preserve the modesty of her lower half and a golden nipple chain between her breasts. She also a frilly neck brace and a golden arm band around her upper arm, which kind of gave her the belly-dancer look she was going for. Alice had gone for sexy lingerie feline; furry nipple pasties, a garter belt-come-skirt, a tail, cat ears and face-paint whiskers. Both costumes could still be worn whilst having sex; this had been tested just before the three of them left.

Wearing coats to remain decent on the journey, they arrived at Imogen's flat a little after 8pm. Imogen greeted them wearing a halo, angel wings and a pair of clear heels; her completely bared skin sparkled with what have been an entire tub of body glitter. Stephen was directed through to the kitchen, where all the guys were waiting. They were all chatting amongst themselves, some sounded a little nervous, while others were very excited. Stephen grabbed a drink and started talking to Tom, a guy from his halls that he was reasonably friendly with. Stephen had been in the kitchen for around five minutes when a familiar wash of arousal permeated the air around him. Seconds later, Mike entered the room.

"You... you... you're here," said Stephen, feeling his anger flash and wane, now realising that his mother was here too.

"Yes, but actually... I don't think I can stay. I don't fancy joining in; if it was just the women maybe, but having other guys around makes it a little gay... I just wanted to wish you a fantastic time," Mike gave him a smirk and Stephen knew he was referring to Nicole's presence.

Mike left and Imogen came through to the kitchen, "So guys, I've left out seven costumes in my bedroom, which is that door there. I'm glad that most of you followed my instructions and worn plain clothes, because the idea is that we can't identify you. All the costumes have masks so we can't see your faces but for those that don't cover your hair, I've attached some cut up tights to pull over your head. For costumes that cover your body, like the Spiderman one, change out of your clothes, for the rest stay in what you're wearing. If Peter, you could wear one of the full costumes since you've come in jeans..."




The Master Program Ch. 07



"...I didn't have..."

"...doesn't matter... just wear one of the other costumes."

As soon as Imogen left the guys had a laugh about how weird the whole thing was but they then dutifully went through to Imogen's room and got dressed. Stephen, dressed as Darth Vader, accompanied Shrek and a ninja into the slightly dimmed living room. Most of the girls were naked and all of them were fingering themselves or each other. Iron Man was the last of the guys to arrive at the living room, after which Imogen fetched a bowl filled with scraps of paper.

"Boys and girls, thanks for coming. Now, how this works is that I'll go round the women and they'll pull a name from this bowl. After everyone has their partners I'll roll these two dice, and you get to mess around with them for as many minutes as it says on the dice. Alex, honey, you can go first."

Alex, who was naked except for bunny ears and a fluffy tail that was attached by an elastic string round her waist, drew Spiderman. Awkwardly, the superhero perched himself on the sofa armrest next to the bunny-girl. Two later was his mother; she was naked, her hair tied up in a bun and sprayed green and plastic leafy vines wrapped themselves around her body. He couldn't see them, but he knew she would be wearing a pair of gold and green fair wings; this was a costume he was familiar with; she was a fairy. This was the costume she wore whenever she took Katie and Stephen trick or treating as children. Back then she wore a green dress but that seemed to be missing from this particular variation of the costume. She reached into the bowl and Stephen's heart skipped a beat just before she read out the name; it was the Ninja. He was filled with relief but also a little disappointment.

Sophie was to share Shrek with Ruth; whilst neither of them had known the format of the party before Sophie and Stephen had discussed the possibility of her sleeping with others. She had originally said she would just sleep with women, but they both agreed that she would probably end up with another guy eventually, considering her few trespasses previously. Stephen had thought about reprogramming her to not desire other men but changes required, according to the Master Program calculations, would make her more and more submissive. Whilst this would make her intend to be more faithful, it would also make her more susceptible to suggestion from others. The only way to make her truly faithful was to revert her to her original state and himself be equally faithful. He hadn't wanted that, so he eventually just said that she should just go with the flow, should the scenario arise. Stephen could see Sophie was a little uneasy but it looked like her excitement was enough to encourage her to go through with the threesome with Ruth and Shrek.

Alice got to draw two names, whilst Imogen was sharing with a girl called Elsa, which meant there were three threesomes and three couples. The dice had given them nine minutes together. Stephen was chosen by Abelle, Ruth's French girlfriend. She was wearing a police hat and a tight black skirt from which a pair of handcuffs was hanging. She took him to the bedroom she shared with Ruth; Ruth had remained in the living room with her partners, so they were alone for the remaining eight and half minutes, as timed by Imogen's iPhone.

Abelle was followed by four minutes with Imogen and Alice, six minutes with Alice and Shrek and ten minutes with Sophie. During their sex, Sophie whispered that she had guessed he was Stephen but she also admitted that she had thought her previous conquest, Kermit the Frog, could have been him too. He had granted any guy at the party the ability to keep going after orgasm, so there was no need for a break or slow in pace. As soon as the buzzer went for his time with Sophie he came inside her and the next round of choices began shortly after Nicole, Alex and Spiderman returned from Imogen and Alex's bedroom. Nicole stood next to Imogen when she entered the room, so she was offered the bowl first.

"Oooo... well... I hope the force is strong with you Mr. Vader."

Stephen immediately thought he should tell her it was him. He then thought she must've known she'd end up sleeping with him at some point in the night. However, he then thought she might've just accepted whatever was happening, expecting that if she chose him he would reveal himself and not make her unwittingly indulge in incestuous sex. He had decided to make sure they'd be alone then let her know it was him so they could wait out their time; Imogen rolled a three and Stephen decided that was short enough a time that he could just try some delay tactics and avoid having actual intercourse with her.

Most of the others had decided to stay in the living room, not wanting to waste time moving rooms, so they had Imogen's room to themselves. Nicole raced to undo his trousers and her hand was pumping his cock within ten seconds of entering the room. He responded by playing with her clit ring, but she dropped to her knees within fifteen seconds and took his cock into her mouth. He wasn't sure if this was too far, but he was worried if he stopped her, he might lose control of the situation and end up having sex with her. He had made the Master Program reduce the aphrodisiac effect she had on him but he was still very much attracted to her due to the script running on Mike's account. He had managed to hold her head on his cock for about half a minute, but she eventually pulled his hands off and guided him backwards onto the bed. He rubbed her clit again as her love organs approached his but she stopped him after only a few seconds and groaned, "No, I'm so wet already, no need for more foreplay, we don't have much time."

His head had felt the wetness of her tunnel just after the tunnel beeped. She looked like she was about to continue but he pulled out from underneath her and she sighed grumpily. They walked back to the living room hand in hand and Imogen offered the bowl to Nicole as soon as they were in. Nicole had to pick two names; she got Iron Man and Zorro, whilst Stephen was picked by the girl called Elsa. Elsa mounted Stephen, who sat on the sofa and immediately got to work, pumping herself up and down his shaft. Stephen, however, was more focused on watching Nicole, who was on all fours on top of the coffee table; Zorro had taken her mouth, Iron Man was at the other end. 

Another round passed, this time he spitroasted Sophie with the help of Shrek. He wasn't sure he enjoyed the experience, but the time with his mother really did distract him. He was deciding if she picked him again should he tell her it was him, even if it meant her realising what he had let her nearly do the first time round. The scenario was running through his head when he heard, "Oooo! It's the Darth Vader again!" His heart raced as Imogen picked her partner; as soon as she was done she'd roll the dice and they'd have to go off and have sex.

Eleven minutes. His hands were clammy as she led him to the kitchen. She hopped up onto the table and spread her legs. He started to rub her clit, when she pushed his hand away and undid his trousers; this time she was a lot less rushed, but she was still quick to go for his hard-on. She pumped it as she brought him forward, quite obviously intending to insert him into herself. He was right at the entrance again, when he pulled back and made an attempt to say something but it came out as a dry noise.

"Sweetie, I understand if you don't want to... just say. It is understandable considering I am your mum."

Stephen made another noise, unsure how to react to the revelation that she knew.

"I would recognise you no matter how you dress, Steve. I maybe should have said something in the bedroom," she hopped off the table and patted it, suggesting to Stephen he should sit on it. He perched on its edge and placed her breasts either side of his shaft and began to pump. She alternated between her breasts and mouth until the buzzer went in the next room. She let him squirt down her throat.

They had a few more rounds before everyone was getting tired. Imogen asked the guys to go back into her bedroom and change back into their clothes, with strict instructions to not reveal who they had been dressed as. After that point, the party-goers settled down with a few drinks and conversation, more like a conventional party, except all the women were naked and occasionally two or more people were having sex in full view of others. By the end of the night Sophie seemed to have disappeared into a bedroom with Remi, who had been dressed as Shrek, whilst Stephen and Nicole spent a good deal of time talking and pleasuring each other with their hands. One of the guys had brought up the tattoo on Nicole's back, working out that she was his mother but he used the Master Program to reverse that discovery and prevent anyone else from making that realisation.

The mother and son walked back to Stephen's flat, going straight for his bedroom. Stephen threw off his clothes and Nicole flung her coat away before the two passionately kissed side-by-side on the bed. They didn't venture further than hands for the first fifteen minutes but Nicole then rolled Stephen onto his back. He felt he should say no, but instead of putting his shaft into hers, she rested her clit on the erection as it lay across his stomach and swung her hips back and forth across its length. Logically, he knew what he was doing was so close to actual sex that he might as well go for it, but he felt more comfortable this way, he could have his pleasure but still deny he ever had sex with Nicole.

That was until she overshot the length of his penis; on the way back the copious lubrication made him slip inside he with no effort or intention from either party. She bucked a couple of times then looked at him unsure. A little drunk, realising he had already gone so far and ultimately too aroused to stop, he thrust back enthusiastically. He was rewarded with horny yelps, which served to drive out any remaining reluctance on his part. They fucked continuously; Stephen lost track of how much time went by and how many times they both came. The only reason they actually stopped was because they fell asleep from exhaustion.

When Stephen woke up he was still in that blurred place between sleep and consciousness. An arm was draped over him and two large saline filled breasts were pushed up against his back. As his brain adjusted to what was going on he hoped that he had just dreamt last night and those were Sophie's breasts he felt. He snuck out of the bed, careful not to wake his bedfellow. Taking a deep breath, he looked back and he saw his mother. His heart-rate spiked as he started to consider his options. He knew he couldn't focus around her, because part of him still wanted to wake her up and go again, so he decided to go to his cache.

His mind kept replaying the night's events as he travelled to Hadley Street. He whipped out his phone the moment he was through the door and called Mike, "You bastard. You sick bastard!" he shouted down the phone; the lack of proximity to Mike had clearly allowed him to remain reasonably angry at him, which gave him relief like he had been unable to feel for the past few weeks.

"I don't see how I'm the sick one after what you did last night, Steve."

He was about to argue and scream but partly placated by the Master Program, partly by his desire just to get to the point and never have to speak to Mike again, he spoke calmly, albeit through gritted teeth, "Just tell me what you want. I'll do anything you want. Anything I can feasibly do or give you. Just restore her and the rest of my family."

"I want to fuck you in the ass," said Mike, cold and emotionless.

"What?!" Stephen replied, the fear so evident in his voice.

His fear quickly turned to anger as Mike burst into laughter on the other end of the phone, "What I really want is Imogen."

"But you said you programmed yourself to stop being attracted to her."

"I did, but I just want her out of principle now."

"Fine, you can have her. If I'd have known it was going to turn out like this... I'd have let you have her ages ago. Now PLEASE, restore my family."

"No, that's not all. I want Imogen in her original state and I want all the rest to be returned to how they were before. You can keep Sophie as your girlfriend but all the rest, undo it all and turn off the Master Program."

"I... but... that... why?"

"It has twisted you. I'll even admit it's twisted me. It's not good Steve. Buddy, all the shit I've just done aside, speaking as your once-friend, think about what your life has turned into. GET RID OF IT."

"Let me think about it."

"OK, fair enough. Just give me a call, alright?" said Mike as he hung up the phone. Stephen had no intention of complying but a little part of him really did feel Mike had said that in his best interests. He knew that what he had just said wasn't even that untrue. But as he was on the phone, another idea had occurred to him. He pulled the Macbook out of his laptop case and impatiently drummed the keyboard as it loaded up the Master Program. He had thought about how a computer network works; there is an admin who grants rights to users. In a way, he was the admin of his copy of the Master Program and he had granted rights to Mike. Whilst he had granted permissions in a way that he couldn't override or see some of the changes but he still should have overall control on removing those rights.

"Master Program, could you deactivate Michael Mackenzie's account, please?"

"Warning, the user associated with the deactivated account will no longer be able to recall the existence of the Master Program or be able to use it for any purpose, unless the account is reactivated. Existing passive scripts attached to the deactivated account will continue to run. Would you like to continue?"

"Yes, most definitely, please."

"Complete."

"Access Nicole Lowe," ordered Stephen, and he burst out laughing. On the screen, gently rotating was the form of his naked mother. He moved to the mouse to a random slider, which happened to be height, and scrolled it side to side, watching her scale up and down as he did so. He pressed control-z to revert her back to her actual height. He was still aware of how attractive he found her, so his first command was to deactivate the script that made him fancy her. Immediately, the vast majority of his incestuous feelings disappeared. She still was obviously an attractive woman but his aversion to incest opposed those feelings. In fact, he was starting to feel a little uncomfortable that he was looking at her naked body but this was only a mild feeling; she was a pixelated representation of a woman who was removed from the woman who actually raised him.

"OK, now end the script that is keeping Mike and Nicole in a relationship."

"Task incomplete; require confirmation from user Michael Mackenzie to execute following command; 'End Michael Mackenzie's and Nicole Lowe's Relationship'. Please reactivate user."

"Why? I could end the one for me and my mother..."

"All scripts running under an active user are protected from interference by other users. When an account is deactivated all scripts are still protected where the user is explicitly one of the subjects."

Stephen didn't want this to shatter his feeling of victory, so he just continued on as if this was a minor speed bump, "OK, this is fine, I can just revert her and make a few alterations to facilitate this affair until it ends in six months," he paused just to relish his relief that he had insisted on that caveat, "then I can remove all traces of it and it's like it never happened. During the affair I can just make sure everyone outside isn't aware it's happening. This isn't a problem. Revert Nicole Lowe to original state please."

He watched the screen, waiting for her to transform back but nothing happened. He pressed the revert button and could see that all the options were greyed out, "Why can't I revert the changes?"

"No previous states are found."

"What? How can there not be? Is there a log of some sort?"

The screen appeared a list of actions that had been carried out on Nicole. Most were classified as 'Command issued'. Based on the timestamp next to them, he figured this must have been when he had her have sex with several men in order to populate her memories. He found a filter labelled 'Action Type' and removed all the commands, leaving just 'Mindset Change' and 'Physical Change' visible. The list shortened to just three lines. The first was a physical change from over 6 months ago, which must have been the effect of Stephen's Health Routine. The next two were from three weeks ago within a few minutes of each other. The first of the two was a physical change, the second was 'Mindset Change -- 14.9%'. He clicked on it trying to access further details but nothing happened.

He realised what happened and his throat went dry as he spoke, "Based on the fact you can see there are logged changes... yet you can't revert to them, does that mean... that Nicole's changes were never saved."

"Correct."

"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck. FUCK!"

He took a few minutes to just stare at the screen and contemplate his options, "Can you use my memories to reconstruct her original self?"

"Extrapolation is only possible, however, using your memories as a single source leaves significant gaps and potential bias in the calculation. Only 73.4% accuracy is guaranteed."

"No. That's not... that doesn't make any sense. You're telling me that the mum of my memories; the woman I remember is less like the incestuous, tattooed nympho that's lying in my bed now? That's bullshit."

"Data regarding subject Nicole Lowe using Stephen Lowe as the source gives an indication of the subject as a mother and only provides pertinent information for the past two decades. There are significant unknowns and the extrapolation can only provide a best guess. The final construct may or may not be more accurate than the current state."

Stephen considered this. He knew the woman she was now was definitely not his mother. He didn't want to ponder the fact that it only look a 15% change to turn her into what she was now, but nevertheless the mum he knew would not do the things she did. If he changed her to fit with his view... she'd be 100% the woman he remembered, but how she acted in the rest of her life might be vastly different to her real self.

"OK, well what about Katie and my dad."

"Conflicts found."

"Go on."

"Original mindset of subject George Lowe does not allow for marriage to subject Nicole Lowe. Original mindset of subject Katherine Lowe does not allow for incestuous sexual acts with Nicole Lowe. Fifteen more conflicts found."

"OK, that's fine but calculate assuming that you have created an approximate view of my mum according to how I see her."

"Conflict found."

"What?"

"Original mindset of subject Katherine Lowe does not allow for incestuous sexual acts with subject Nicole Lowe."

"Why does that matter?"

"Subject Nicole Lowe and subject Katherine Lowe engage in the sharing of sexual partners. Script running for user Michael Mackenzie defines him as allowed to request such a sexual act whenever he wishes."

"Let's fucking see how he likes it. Show me Mike's mum," he said, chuckling to himself as Roseanne appeared on screen, "remove clothes and calculate how she'd look after a run through the modification process." He watched her breasts expand, rings appear on her nipples and tattoos embellish her bare skin. The feeling of revenge coursed through his veins as he clicked her bare vulva. The options for male genitals were greyed out but he ticked the option to switch to penis. A menu popped-up asking if he would like to swap genders or create a transgender person. He chose the transgendered option and watched a penis grow from between Mike's mum legs. He hovered over it and scrolled the mouse-wheel up until it had a flaccid length of 6½ inches and then ticked the erect option. It was already 10 inches long but he scrolled it up to near maximum at 14 inches so that the bell-end sat just reached the bottom of her ample cleavage. "Go on you dick, I hope you love this." 




The Master Program Ch. 08



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work.

Chapter 8: The World

November had brought dramatic changes, perhaps not as dramatic as October, but Stephen had decided to accept Nicole's transformation for now. In fact, now that Mike couldn't recall the Master Program and no longer knew that these weren't organic scenarios, he had become much more amicable with Stephen. According to the continuity he thought was real, Mike had never strongly fancied Imogen and thus never had reason to dislike Stephen. He had visited Stephen in the summer a few times, where he slept with Nicole. Instead of renting out the flat that was in London, she decided to move there to facilitate a sexual relationship with Mike. Stephen, in the Master Program synthesised reality, had blessed the relationship, as he did with most of her conquests in an effort to overcompensate for his deeper, hidden jealousy. The Safety Routine was still running under Mike's account, so Stephen still struggled to hate him. Knowing that he couldn't do anything about the situation just yet, Stephen had decided to be friendly enough with Mike. This was actually quite easy after Stephen had reduced his aversion to incest; it was the only way to accept that his mother and sister occasionally engaged in sexual acts as part of group sex. It wasn't enough for him to contemplate sleeping with his sister but it did mean he infrequently succumbed to Nicole's advances. Stephen had almost reverted his mother to a state more like her originals several times but each time he had nearly done so he didn't think he could accept the idea of a Nicole he saw as 'real' sleeping with Mike and Katie.

Sophie and Remi continued to have sex until it became the beginnings of a relationship. However, this situation opened her to the idea of sleeping with more men and by early December she was involved with two more. Sophie made no attempts to hide this yet Stephen was only mildly aware; he had become intensely focused on meddling and modifying his mother along with browsing hundreds of Google search results for 'Parz', 'JR Parz', 'Parz programmer' and other such terms. Her thing with Remi fizzled out but this only left more room for Marcus. The third guy, Frederic, remained just an occasional fuck buddy. It only was after Sophie had been away for four consecutive days; a day with Marcus, a day with Frederic and then back to Marcus for two further days, that Stephen had noticed what she was doing. Their relationship dwindled to short trysts between either of them sleeping with Imogen or Alex and Sophie seeing Marcus and Frederic. The 'RA' on her hip reminded him that her transformation had meant she had never really been his.

Whilst Sophie and Stephen's relationship was weakening, Mike and Nicole only grew closer together. The end of December and start of January were still their traditional family time for Stephen. In the original and new realities, Christmas Lunch was almost always spent with extended family but they often did just nuclear family meals and activities around the festive period. However, in the new reality, for some of Stephen's birthdays and sometimes on New Year, 'family' included Nicole's lovers. The memory that annoyed him the most was having Harry, his schoolmate, at his 18th birthday dinner. Though it was still weird having his father and his mother's boyfriend at a family dinner together, it wasn't as bad as it sounded, because Nicole tended to dress more modestly around George and she didn't flaunt her relationships in front of him. This year was different though; Mike joined the four of them for Christmas Dinner in the evening after eating with his own family. Nicole, who was dressed in an incredibly short form-fitting dress with a zip all the way down the front; far more revealing than her normal 'family-friendly' outfits, was quite reserved with Mike whilst Stephen's cousins were there, introducing him as 'Stephen's friend'. They were the last to leave; in fact, they were supposed to be gone before Mike arrived; once they did Nicole's demeanour slowly shifted from almost pre-transformation Nicole, bar the tattoos and slutty dress, to her newer self. She openly kissed Mike several times, referred to him as 'dear' and 'sweetie' almost exclusively and even discussed a potential holiday away together. It bothered him that a few times he really was struck by how happy she was around him and there were a few moments when he genuinely forgot they weren't a legitimate couple. He didn't let himself entertain the thought that compared to either reality it seemed like he made her genuinely more joyful than his dad ever did.

Throughout the synthesised life Stephen could remember, Nicole's need to masturbate or be pleasured was evident. It became a lot more obvious as they got older but no one ever addressed it. It was just something that they were supposed to pretend wasn't happening whilst she would discretely finger herself under the table or 'just need to step out' or when it was 'a bit cold' so she would 'need to put her jacket over her lap' on long car journeys. After Kate and Stephen became adults, provided George wasn't around, she would show no modesty in front of them, happily and uninhibitedly rubbing herself in their presence. But never in front of them and George, and definitely never with a boyfriend. Like with many family dinners, Nicole's hand was down out of view and she was concentrating hard on breathing quietly. Mike's hand joined hers and George glared at them; neither noticed. Nicole could normally keep her orgasmic whimpers down to what could pass as a mild throat clearing but this time she made a couple of obvious squeals. She and Mike quickly stopped when they noticed a disapproving George, but Nicole did kiss Mike quite passionately afterwards.

It took twenty minutes for Nicole to get unbearably horny again. She 'realised' that she hadn't given Mike his present; a watch that Stephen guessed cost more than George's tie and socks. The watch was conveniently upstairs and for some reason took ten minutes to present. Stephen was sure that reason was the same one that returned with tousled Nicole's hair and caused her dress to become askew. Nicole made a point of saying how George had 'helped her choose the watch'. Such a statement would not normally have not riled George, in fact he got along with most of Nicole's boyfriends, especially Mike, until they flaunted what was going on; like Mike and Nicole were doing now. It didn't help that Mike then gave Nicole her present; they were a set of pink stainless steel heavy gauge nipple and clit rings, with matching tongue and belly studs. She left table, this time alone, to change into the jewellery and presumably masturbate too. Mike commented that he could see the rings through her dress, which was definitely true; there were raised circles about 2cm wide sitting in the centre of each breast. She told him she would show him the whole set later before changing the topic.

Mike was not around much after that as he was spending time with his family. His next encounter with the Lowe's would be Stephen's birthday. In between then and Christmas, though, things became less tense and 'back to normal'; Stephen had never really spent much time at home since Nicole's transformation so he was going on his fake memories to tell him what was normal. It seemed they were an average couple most of the time; George talked about work, Nicole watched soaps which George groaned at, etc. Even when Nicole left to see her fuck buddies, which she did frequently, it was as casual a conversation as if she was to say she was meeting a friend for coffee.

For Stephen's birthday Nicole had offered to host the dinner at her flat in London, so that Mike could go out for Friday Night/Birthday drinks with Imogen, Alex, Ruth and Abelle. Katie and Nicole left early to prepare the meal, with Stephen and his dad intending to meet them in the evening. When George and Stephen arrived at the flat they were taken aback by her outfit; it consisted of a bright pink dress and glittery silver platform stilettos. Like the dress at Christmas, the dress was tight short and made of fabric so thin her nipple and belly piercings were completely evident but this was nothing new, the surprising bit, again considering how she pretended to be toned-down around George, was the cut outs in the side of the dress; from the middle of the ribcage down to the upper thigh, where the dress ended, the front and back panels were joined together by thin straps. Her private regions were still kept just about private, provided she didn't bend down at all, but bare skin was more visible than not. Having been dressed relatively conservatively for the two weeks between Christmas and his birthday, Stephen had almost forgotten how she normally dressed and he could see his father become tense.

They cut the cake first, but shortly after George took Nicole to the bedroom and raised voices could be heard. Five minutes later, George emerged and politely revealed that he had to go and apologised to Stephen. Nicole held her composure and kissed him on the cheek, promising to come home soon, but this was just a façade because after she shut the door behind George she shook her head and mumbled something like 'prude'. She whipped the dress off and knelt naked in front of Mike and then ordered Katie to serve dinner before unzipping Mike's jeans and taking him into her mouth. Once he was hard she wanked him off with her breasts, unashamedly allowing copious amounts of sperm to land on her face, chest and hair. She cleaned herself off in the bathroom and then rode Mike to a mutual orgasm. Nicole looked much more relaxed as she tucked into her food, Mike looked a little embarrassedly in Stephen's direction.

Stephen left for his birthday drinks alone; he always felt a little uncomfortable around the three of them for too long, knowing what Mike had done to them. He had programmed Nicole and Katie to want to do something else that night when he left. The faint noises of two women moaning that he could hear as he walked down the street to the tube station confirmed his suspicions on what it is they would find to do. At his birthday event he met a modified girl, Lauren. She was in the Romantic Nympho category so she bore many similar traits to Sophie. He decided that he liked having a 'long-term girlfriend' around to 'keep him grounded in reality' so he programmed her to fall for him over the next couple of months. He also made some tweaks to her Master reprogrammed state; he made her a bit ditsy, changed her large natural breasts to large fake ones, gave her a very strong affinity to lesbian porn and also turned her hair blonde. Though Stephen could not see this, the result was someone that looked quite like Sophie.

January saw the end of Stephen's tenancy in his flat. The contract was to last until September, but Stephen used the Master Program to convince his landlord to end it early. He moved Sophie into a flat with a couple of Master Program women whilst Alice and her two boyfriends had 'decided' to live together. Stephen had grander plans though; he had amassed quite a pot of money through the Master Program by turning normally high-risk methods of accruing money into more stable forms of income. He bought a modest mansion in the south-west of London at a price that would have been inconceivable for him to afford a year ago; it was still not quite within his budget, but some crafty commands issued towards the mortgage consultant at the bank were all it took to secure the place.

The normal rigmarole associated with buying a house was eliminated at Stephen's hand and he moved into his new 'palace', as he had deemed it, by early February. Having become mildly obsessed with Game of Thrones for the past couple of months Stephen had jokingly fancied himself somewhat of a king with an entourage of whores. Though he considered his new home a royal palace of sorts it was, perhaps unsurprisingly, more of a live-in brothel. Bedroom 1 was the largest room and was where he, and Lauren for most nights of the week, was now living. Bedroom 2 was given to Nicole; Mike stayed at Nicole's flat a fair amount of time, so he had hoped giving her a room here would mean they spend less time together; he had realise he was effectively trying to win by giving her more opportunity to sleep with strangers rather than with Mike but he still refused to see this as an empty victory. Bedroom 3 was a 'guest bedroom' that he gave to Alex and Imogen whenever they came to visit; he had thought about renting it to them permanently but he decided against breaking up the Imogen-Alex-Ruth-Abelle group because it had been one of the inspirations for his new living arrangement.

Bedroom 4 had originally been planned for Leigh, but since his relationship was still mostly an exchange of sex for good academics, he didn't think he could convince her to move in without more modifications; consequently, he gave the room to a Megan and Elizabeth Jones; mother and daughter. He had realised the hypocrisy of creating a relationship with them but he lamely justified it to himself by telling himself he was already allowing such a taboo to exist whenever Katie came to visit. Megan was the daughter, at 21 years of age, and Elizabeth was her 45-year old married mother. Prior to the Master Program alterations, Elizabeth had an affair with Megan's boyfriend, which naturally was in the process of tearing apart Elizabeth's marriage and her relationship with Megan. The Master Program edited this to have Megan and Elizabeth accept they both were attracted to the same men and hence decided to exploit that to enhance their sex lives rather than potentially drive them apart. It also allowed Elizabeth to play away from home because it simply appeared to her husband and others that she was spending time with her daughter. In addition to the standard change of appearances they had undergone, Stephen ensured they had matching tramp stamps, though Elizabeth's was larger and more colourful.

The set-up of the final bedroom again only existed thanks to his reduced aversion to incest. Whilst the cliché of twin sisters had always peaked Stephen's interest as a curious idea, he now had the power to implement it. However, it seemed too easy and too run-of-the-mill, so he found a set of identical triplet sisters, who were 26 years old and all single. They had been one of three sets of candidates in all the South East of England. Stephanie, Helen and Joanna Saunders all would be completely indistinguishable from each other, however, they all had differing tramp stamps; the rest of their tattoos all matched. They all dressed to match each other, the only difference being the colour of their outfit; they would all wear at least one item to match the colour Stephen had assigned them; Stephanie was pink, Helen was blue and Joanna was red. He enjoyed objectifying the triplets to the point where he decided they were the house 'toys'. All the other women there were pretty free in their day-to-day lives but the triplets, outside of their jobs; Stephanie was a receptionist, Helen was a store manager at Tesco and Joanna was a technician at the a drama school, they were compelled to service the other inhabitants and guests of the house, with Stephen, of course, being top priority.

Thanks to this new house, February was a much better month than the previous four. He had started to feel like a victim to the Master Program rather than the Master but now having triplet sisters or a mother and her daughter or Imogen and Alex fuck him at his command he started to get the feeling of control back. He occasionally wondered how Sophie was doing and dropped Imogen the odd question about her well-being. The answer was usually that she was enjoying her new relationship with Marcus so he stopped asking, especially as this response triggered a voice in the back of his head that said 'well... you could have still been with her and Nicole would not be 'Niki' if you'd just have called it quits before the summer.'

Whilst listening and seeing his Mum's very frequent sexual activities around his house was less than desirable it had at least made him forget about Mike's involvement. This ended in March as Sunday the 3rd was Mike's birthday and this meant Nicole was going to meet his family; she was to head over there on Friday afternoon and leave on Monday morning. He had hoped that Nicole's huge age-gap, inappropriate behaviour and skimpy clothes would mean that the Mackenzie's would not approve at all. He had gone to her flat to get her keys 'in case of an emergency over the weekend' and found her dressed in a dress that could have been described as the next stage along on the slutty scale from the dress she wore at his birthday. The dress was a black tube dress with an opaque strip of fabric that was about 15cm wide and ran down the front of the dress. It covered her crotch but the outer halves of her nipples, adorned with Mike's presents, were clearly poking out from this strip. The rest of the dress was just gridlines no more than half a centimetre thick between cut-out flattened ovals with the diameters of around 1cm tall and 3cm wide. The rest of her clothes were clearly not going to get any better than this as they all seemed to fit in a medium-sized handbag. Stephen was filled with relief that she would be sent back home before she could even step through the front door and the relationship would end. Even if it didn't and somehow Mike's family entertained her for the weekend, shortly after her return the six-month clause on the script would expire and the relationship would end anyway. Win-win.

He felt pretty good until she looked at him with her 'brave face'. The face she gave him when she was trying to hide her nervousness; it cropped up on such occasions like days when Katie and Stephen were opening their exam results or like the time she got a letter from the police after she was caught speeding. "Steve... do you think they'll like me?"

"Oh...uh... yeah, of course, Mum! Why... um... wouldn't they?"

"Because I'm a cheap slut and old enough to be his mum."

Stephen paused, not sure what to say, having thought and, in fact, been hoping they would make that very assessment of her, "What do you think of the situation?"

"I really do love him. I got this to prove it," she replied and pointed at her left thigh. Offset so it was a little lower than her garter tattoo was a new tattoo wrapped around her leg. It looked a little red, so it was obviously new; it was the first time he'd seen someone get a real tattoo post-transformation. It read Nicole Mackenzie; Nicole was across most of the front and Mackenzie across the side and back of her thigh; little hearts punctuated each of the names. "It's something he calls me, so I thought it would be a nice gesture for his birthday."

There was sincerity in her tone that made him realise that this was a genuine romantic act for her and it made him feel guilty that he had wished her failure. When he returned to his house he opened up the Master Program intending to see if he could reprogram the Mackenzie's to accept Nicole; it would all be erased anyway, why put her through a bad situation for the sake of it? He loaded their profiles to see that Mike had already done this five months ago; just before he deactivated his account. At first he cursed Mike assuming this had been part of his plan all along but then he realised that the changes Mike had made to his family were not insignificant and the thought popped into his head that maybe Mike had provisioned for the possibility of really falling for Nicole. Either way, for her sake, he genuinely hoped she would make a good impression. Mike's and Nicole's Facebook pages both indicated that she had indeed done well as there were pictures of her barely dressed self feeding Mike some birthday cake a la a wedding day; especially as her own engagement and wedding rings were visible in the photo, with Mike's mum smiling in the background. There was also a picture of Nicole's new tattoo, which had gained likes from Katie and Mike's brother.




The Master Program Ch. 08



The day finally rolled round. The script had stopped running. Stephen could finally alter his mother to a non-slut state. He couldn't revert her to her actual self yet as he still needed Parz for that, but he could deslutify her. He sat staring at the screen deciding the best way to do this and how much manual intervention he should give to the program; he didn't want to cock up again. He began formulating his thoughts on how to proceed when the infuriating Facebook profile picture of Nicole feeding Mike his birthday cake flashed on his phone; the phone had automatically populated her contact entry with this last week and he hadn't bothered to change it even though it made him want to punch his screen in. She was calling to invite Stephen and Katie to dinner as she had some announcements to make. He wondered if this was the program ending the relationship and her split from Mike was going to be the announcement, so he left detransforming her until after dinner.

He arrived at the restaurant; since it was Tuesday it was quite quiet, which was possibly the only reason the Master Program could prevent everyone from staring at Nicole's outfit. The whole thing was made from faux-denim; the lower half was just a g-string with sides that came up and over the line of her belly button; the top was a single piece of fabric 8-10cm wide that was attached to the side of the thong and it wrapped around the back of her neck. Just where it met the thong were big rectangular rhinestone belt buckle-esque accessories that seemed to be there to give the outfit a sexy dungaree look. Sitting in between her very exposed cleavage was the dangle from a necklace that vertically read 'Nixxx'. Mike exited the gents and joined Stephen and Katie almost immediately after they arrived, which instantly made Stephen wonder if his theory had been completely wrong.

"OK, so first thing... just before I went to Michael's," started Nicole as she grabbed Mike's hand, looking like she was about to burst with excitement, "I applied to a few agencies and was listed on a website for escorts. My first client or 'punter' as we prostitutes like to call them," she stopped to literally squeal with excitement, "was two weeks ago and I've had nine engagements with seven guys since then. I've officially done it! I've already earned over a £1,500 from selling myself, I can safely say I am an actual professional whore"

"Mum, I'm so happy for you," said Katie, which irritated Stephen to the point where it seemed to take a few seconds before the Master Program could placate him; the Mike's Safety Routine was unfortunately not subject to the same six month clause.

"Wait, there's more. So your Dad and I put down £30,000 on the flat in London, but I want to buy it outright now, so if I assume I'll earn at this rate, which I think is a conservative estimate, I can buy it out in less than a year. Mike is officially moving in with me and when it's bought out I'm putting him down as the co-owner," She passionately kissed Mike for five seconds during which time Stephen felt a little faint. He began to think whether or not this meant the end for his parent's marriage and considered how his dad would feel but he decided to ignore the feelings as soon this would all be rewritten by his magic computer.

"I have something to say too," chipped in Mike when the kiss broke.

"OK, but I need to give them the last bit of great information," interjected Nicole, "I also applied to some adult film production companies and well..." she paused to pull out her phone and Stephen felt a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. On the smartphone's screen was a video from pornhub.com dated 8 days ago. The title was 'Tattoo Slut Milf Nixxx Mackenzie sucks and fucks'. His mother walked through a door into a bedroom, ironically wearing more on the porn video than she would in real-life. Some strange man that Stephen may have vaguely recognised from some other videos started to undress her and thankfully Nicole, or 'Nixxx' should he say, pulled the phone away. "It's 25 minutes long so we won't watch it here. But I got paid £600 for that and I'm supposed to be doing one tomorrow. I've done it! I'm Nixxx Mackenzie; hooker and porn star!"

Some words were being exchanged between Mike and Katie and then Katie and Nicole and then Mike and Nicole; Stephen was in his own world right now where didn't care what they were saying. Some Master Program induced bullshit no doubt about how it's a 'great thing' that his mother was now a hooker and a porn star. He didn't want to listen. That was until he saw Mike get down on one knee.

"Nix, I really love you. I wasn't sure if this was the right thing to do, then you met my parents and it was amazing and then you name looked so perfect as 'Nicole Mackenzie' and then you offered me an actual flat to live with you in, so I offer you this ring, and ask you to marry me."

Stephen wondered if it was taking all the Master Programs remaining processing power to keep him from shouting 'what the actual fuck are you doing?' and punching Mike in the face. Regardless, it seemed to succeed and he was reduced to a state calm enough that he felt some happiness for his mum. He watched as she switched her existing engagement ring and wedding ring to her right ring finger and allowed Mike to slip her new one onto the left. Katie clearly had something to say, her hands flurrying about in childish enthusiasm, but the couple were kissing; Mike stroked his hands along her bare thighs and over her bare hips as they did. The second they pulled away Katie launched into discussion about being the Maid of Honour and Nicole said her dress would have to be short enough to see her new tattoo and then she discussed the idea of having today's date tattooed just below it and the wedding date, whenever it would be, on the other side of her leg. Stephen sat through the rest of the meal in silence and then after a forced congratulation her left for his house. He had sex with each of the triplets twice but it barely made him relax; he had to reverse his mum's sluttiness right now. His hands shook in anger as he opened the Macbook and booted the Master Program. He was about to issue his command when he noticed a bubble in the bottom right corner of the screen it said, "1 result found. Please review."

Stephen hesitated, not really sure he believed what he'd just read. He clicked the bubble as his heart rate raced to the point he could feel it against his ribs. The name on screen was 'William Evans' but that was all he could see. He clicked the name to bring up more information but, like his family had been when Mike was still an active user, he couldn't view the profile.

"Master Program," addressed Stephen, "how do you know William Evans is a candidate if you can't access his profile?"

"I am unable to edit Subject William Evans; he has either been blocked by a user or is a user himself. Subject William Evans is sixty-seven, which amongst the correct age-range for your search criteria." Stephen was excited but he didn't let himself get carried away in case this ended in disappointment. He asked the Master Program to divulge William Evans's location and it told him that he was located just outside of Bristol when the program attempted to edit him. Stephen ordered the Master Program to continue searching and then went online to find train tickets to Bristol.

Unfortunately for Stephen, all the trains for the next day were fully booked, so he had to wait one excruciatingly long day before he could get to the potential Parz. He decided it was good thing because it would give him time to think about what he actually was expecting from Parz but by around midday, he caved to morbid curiosity and watched his mother's video. She was not wearing any of her piercings; perhaps that was too niche as she was already a 'Tattooed Milf', but she was wearing just Mike's engagement ring. He didn't know why he started watching the video but he was entranced. She was licked out for about a minute and that seemed to get her more than enough wet for the sex to start without any need for spitting; something that he found gross when he watched porn. She took a very submissive role at times, which was unusual for her in sex, but it allowed her to have several genuine orgasms. He wasn't sure if he was pleased or annoyed that she really seemed to be enjoying herself at this. If Nixxx hadn't been his mother, she would have been his instantly favourite porn star ever. The video finished when Nicole, who was being rammed pretty ferociously from behind, whipped the dick out of her pussy and spun round to eagerly let her co-star cum all over her face and into her mouth. Though he hadn't wanked to it, Stephen had become a little aroused, causing him to curse Mike impotently and pretend like nothing had happened.

Though the temperature was chilly with an even colder breeze, Stephen was sweating as he walked up the dirt path to the farm where the supposed Parz lived. He emerged from a passing through some trees, which had led him to an impressive countryside home. He only had a few seconds to admire it though before he heard a voice from behind him.

"What are you doing on my land?" said a thick West Country accent. Wheeling to face the source of the voice he saw a man in his late 50s, maybe younger. He was in good shape; obviously farm life had kept him fit.

"Sorry, I was looking for William Evans."

"That's me. What do you want?"

Stephen pondered him. Parz was supposed to be in his late 60s now but if he had transformed himself, he would probably have slowed his rate of aging. "Do you know of JR Parz?"

Evans screamed out which caused Stephen to jump back in shock. He watched the man shrink a couple of inches down to just under 6 foot. His hair greyed a little and his face changed subtly so that his jawline weakened a little and his nose grew out. The resulting man looked more like a man in his 60s now, though still in far better shape than the average pensioner.

"Come with me," said Parz and he started walking to the farmhouse.

Stephen tried to ask a few questions, but was ignored until they were sitting down at a kitchen table in Parz's home, "JR Parz doesn't exist. So I presume you're here about the Master Program."

"I... um... yes... I wanted your help," Stephen paused as Parz was tapping away at an old laptop and didn't seem to be listening, "what are you doing?"

"Oh, I need to tweak my girlfriends every few months to a year. Kinda like resetting them."

"What?"

"They aren't in reconcile mode so they keep getting conflicts?"

"Not reconciled?"

"Yeah, so, you know you can turn reconcile off."

"No... won't that cause..."

"Conflicts, as I said," Parz said as he looked up from the screen, "Basically, you can make someone like, for example, cheese but also hate cheese at the same time. The mind doesn't know how to interpret that, so every time that person eats cheese they get a bit muddled up. A small thing like that isn't a big deal but in my case I have two very horny twenty year olds who are totally faithful, have no aspirations of gold-digging and yet they want to share me, a man three times their age. It doesn't make sense to them, unless I keep tweaking them, giving them a couple of extra false memories, or forgetting the hottie guy they met at a bar and also keeping them from running away together. That happened to me once. Very annoying."

"I thought reconcile was really important."

"Oh it is; I don't recommend turning it off, it's a pain to deal with all these conflicts, but it's the only way I can keep this scenario playing out."

"Umm... what about... Belle?"

"Belle?" questioned Parz, but he continued before Mike could respond, "OH! Susan, of course, yes, sorry. I forgot about that journal, well that explains how you got the Master Program. It's a long story, but Cindy up there," he said pointing through the ceiling to what was presumably a bedroom, "That's her daughter. The other one is Cindy's school friend. She's not my daughter though! That would be a little weird."

"Oh... yeah... I agree."

"Anyway, what did you come here for?"

"I've got myself into a situation. I had a few women that I turned into sex-maniacs."

"Of course."

"But that got a bit boring. A few of them were super exciting but sleeping with everyone, not just me. Then I got a girlfriend, and I modified her too. And then I got bored because she was super into me yet..."

"You know it's all fake. Yeah, I felt that way after I stole Susan of her fiancé. I convinced myself that she liked me more so it was ok, but she only liked me more because I made her."

"You stole Belle?"

"Yeah, I was young and had been alone for a long time."

"Oh, Sophie and I; well I only changed her after we were together."

"I don't know if I'd trade something real for all this but I'm assuming that's not the problem here."

"Well yes, as I said, I felt like I wanted to show this off. So I showed my friend and it turns out that my first test subject was someone that he had a massive crush on."

"You gave a jealous man the ultimate power," Parz stopped to look round the table at Stephen's crotch, "You're not about to tell me he took away Junior are you?"

"No no! Well, it's not that much better really, he turned my mum into a whore. First she was just his girlfriend and then he made her into a promiscuous slut. Now she's an actual whore. For money. And she does porn."

Parz burst out laughing. He stopped himself and apologised after a few seconds. "Is he running his own version? Or piggy-backing yours?"

"Mine"

"OK, just deactivate his account and take control of her again."

"I did. He deleted her original state."

Parz went silent and gave Stephen a very serious look for a few seconds. Sighing, he spoke, "I am truly sorry but there's nothing I can do. You'll need to find the Masters."

"The Masters? How?"

"Break the maximum impact factor. They'll summon you."

"But... you can't? It doesn't let you."

"It does."

"How do you know?"

"I wrote it, so of course I know. The program is limited. It can calculate obvious changes like turning 20,000 people blue or something, but if you set the ball rolling with small changes, it won't realise the combined effect until something big happens." 

"And they'll find me."

"Let's hope. One last thing, this program allows you to have anything you want, but people want what they can't have. It'll make you go crazy. It's why I become William Evans. You can't really keep morphing everyone around you and stay truly sane."

Stephen was hungry when he finally returned to his house. He peeked into the kitchen but Nicole was laid on her side across the dining table; her right leg was elevated onto the shoulder of the guy fucking her cunt, whilst her hands were gripping the waist of the guy who was thrusting down her throat. Neither looked much older than Stephen. Sighing, he went to Megan and Elizabeth's room. Elizabeth was at home with her husband and Megan was busy with Lauren. He thought about joining in but he thought he'd check the triplets' room first. They were dressed only in bright stiletto heels, each coloured to match their corresponding colour. It annoyed him at first that they were all frigging themselves to Nixxx's new video but he calmed down after ordering them to form a daisy chain. He extracted each one individually and fucked them each until he had cum in all of their vaginas' and mouths'. He retreated to his room alone and was falling asleep one of the girls joined him. For a few minutes he thought she was Sophie, but he was disappointed to find it was only Lauren.

Nicole was around a lot less over April and May due to incalls at her flat or Nixxx's shoots. She had also gone on a week away to celebrate their engagement. Stephen didn't really care anymore as having her stay close to him didn't seem to help him stop her being a slut at all, only made him aware of the situation. He had stopped spending time with Alex and Imogen primarily because Imogen was fascinated with his mother's porn career and also often mention Sophie and her even newer boyfriend, James. He moved a new girl into the room they used to occupy; she was dark-skinned and dark-haired so she contrasted well with Lauren during threesomes.

He completed his exams without studying; he simply used the Master Program to fill up his head with all the relevant knowledge. He was totally focused on his plan to get the Masters' attention. He had been checking the BBC News website religiously to see how his plan was coming along, and today looked like a promising day. He rushed downstairs in his boxers and jumped onto the sofa next to his mum, who had her arms and legs tightly wrapped around a guy in his late teens. He politely asked her to take it to the kitchen, which she did so obligingly. Tensions between Russia and the US had reached an all-time high, since the cold war, and the President was about to give a speech.

"My fellow Americans, it is true what you have heard. We are in a crisis state with Russia but I ask you to remain calm. For the safety of all US citizens, in response to the riots across our great nation, I am putting into effect martial..."

'Breaking News' flashed across the screen and a reporter interrupted the speech, "we have confirmed reports that nuclear missiles have been fired at the US and the UK. We cannot confirm the reasons behind the launch at the UK but we do believe that it is linked to the rumours that the US has been stockpiling missiles at various sites across Great Britain."

A live feed showed a missile flying across the sky as the reporter explained that two of them were probably headed for London. He walked through to the kitchen, completely oblivious to Nicole, who was panting violently, and could see three fighter jets streak over head as the speeding missiles made their approach. He ran through to the living room again and picked up the Macbook.

"Stop the missles! WHY AREN'T YOU STOPPING THIS!" he screamed.

"Unable to complete task."

He had meddled with major leaders across the world and military commanders, hoping he would be stopped at some point. He hadn't realised it would get this far. As the missile on screen was confirmed to be within 15 seconds of London, tears started to roll down his cheeks.

He screamed out at the top of his voice and raised his fist so he could smash it into the Macbook keyboard. Before he could reach it the world around him was engulfed in white.



The Master Program Ch. 09



The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work.

Chapter 9: Reality

"Hello? Am I dead?"

Stephen didn't feel dead. He actually felt more real. The closest feeling he had to this was like waking up from a dream and realising how things should feel when you are awake. He was in clinically white room and it took his eyes to adjust to the brightness. He looked out the transparent walls and jumped back in shock when he saw what was in the room to his right. A 7 foot green thing was standing just on the other side of the glass. It had six limbs and looked like a humanoid lizard, dressed in some sort of leathery armour. He started to panic and looked at the room on the other side. A pasty gangly creature that stood on tripod legs was peering at him with antennae-mounted eyes when the opacity of all the walls started to increase. A very familiar voice came over his shoulder, instantly soothing him.

"Hi Steve. Welcome to the real world."

He turned round to see a curvy woman in her mid-thirties. She was wearing a tight grey pencil skirt and an even tighter white shirt and was open to the middle of her very ample, possibly fake cleavage; it was an outfit fit for an office secretary porn scenario. He noticed the nipple rings through the shirt, and what looked like a tattoo of binary code around her upper thigh. He also noticed the initials 'MP' on the inside of her right wrist. Her face was a sort of blend between Sophie, Imogen and his mother.

"You can call me 'M'"

"As in... MP... as in Master Program?"

"You were always so clever," she said, giving him a kiss on the lips, "shame you have no common sense."

She turned away from him and he caught sight of a tattoo on her lower back but her shirt obscured the whole design. Without looking back, she shook her head and made a jokey sigh before lifting the shirt to show a tribal tattoo design, like Alex's only like it was digitised on a low resolution screen. In front of M was a black ball filled with glowing lights. She put her hands either side of the hologram and pulled them apart rapidly, which caused it to expand across the whole room and zoom into the floating 3D image. It was immediately evident that these were galaxies. She zoomed in on one in particular and he could see it was the Milky Way. She spun it until the Orion spiral arm was on top and then zoomed in further. Names started to appear in white next to star systems as they made their way, presumably to Earth. As they got closer he noticed that the labels changed. Kepler-22 was in blue, but Gliese 581 was in green. Alpha Centauri was a dark red, whilst Sol was green. As they entered Sol, Neptune, Uranus, Saturn, Venus and Mercury all appeared as dark red labels whilst Mars and Jupiter were in blue. Earth was in big bold green letters.

Earth's characteristics floated next to the blue and white marble, including its human population. The number started close to 7.1 billion, but it was rapidly changing. At first he was in awe of the hologram and still a little excited to see that the Master Program was a sexy woman, but then he noticed the population was dipping, not increasing and within 30 seconds it had dropped to around 6.9 billion. He realised that was his doing and a sharp pang of guilt caused a pain in his chest.

"Don't worry; I'll reverse the changes you made."

"So you can..."

"Only as far as when you started to mess with the experiment. Not back to when you first found the program," interjected M.

"So, my mum..."

"I'm sorry Steve. I wish I could help you. I wanted to warn you, but I didn't have the capability when I was running on your laptop. Here I have much greater scope to do things, but I can't reverse the whole Earth by a year. It would take too much processing time."

"So, my only hope is to use my memories to make her seem like her old self?"

"Yes, but... your memories alone are fading and being distorted by this version of reality. Your own bias changes what I can do. You feel so strongly about Mike and her never ever being together that that will make me, in my lesser state, create a Nicole who instantly dislikes him, even though that's unlikely to be her original reaction. You might make her into a prude, where, well do you really know what she likes? When's the last time you saw her breasts before Mike changed her? Maybe she had nipple rings already? I don't know. Maybe she would have had an affair. Maybe she already had. And your parents... how happy were they really. If you create a perfect vision of your family, then they are just as fake as these ones. I don't think you could do that to them and still retain the memories of what happened."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you either need to let go of all sense of reality and use my powers without worrying about who gets caught up in collateral damage... or you let me go. Turn them all back and forget it all. I know you know that's your two choices because I'm in your head. I'm a projection you created. I can't help you with Nicole. I wish I could, but I don't have the authority. Best of luck."

"Wait!" he exclaimed before waking up with a jolt.

"You ok, honey?" asked Elizabeth. She and Megan were draped over his body, Megan on the left, Elizabeth on the right. They all seemed to be laying on the grass somewhere, possibly Wandsworth Common.

"Where are we? When is it?"

"The Common," answered Megan, "and it's 3pm."

"No, I mean, when is today?"

"The 15th of June..."

"Oh, there she is," said Elizabeth.

"Who?"

"Nix, she disappeared with some guy when you were asleep," she replied then leant forward and kissed Megan, "let's head back so you can watch some more of that."

He watched them get up and could see he was wearing shorts and flip flops with his head resting on a scrunched up t-shirt. Elizabeth and Megan were wearing tiny g-string bikinis. Nicole was wearing a 'bungie suit'; a little pink piece of rectangular fabric covered her vulva, whilst two more pieces were just modest enough to cover her nipples. The nipple covers were held up by super thin black strings that fastened at the back. More thin strings came from the bottom of the nipple covers; two went to join the crotch of the suit and another two trailed round to the her back and then into her bum cleavage. He also noticed that she still had 'Nicole Mackenzie' wrapped around her thigh and '19th March 2013' tattooed just underneath it. They returned home and Stephen enjoyed a long threesome with the mother and daughter. He watched them with each other and had them individually, until, even with his Master Program enhanced stamina, felt tired and fell asleep with both of them in his arms.

He awoke around about 2am and slowly strode to his room, knowing he had a life changing decision to make. He looked at the Master Program and felt an odd sense of friendship towards it. He couldn't quite place anything that had happened when he met the Masters, but he thought that there was something about his Master Program that made it on his side, despite everything that happened. He had the innate sense though that he had to choose. He could never bring the real Nicole back and he could never be with Sophie, or anyone like her, if he continued to be a user, but he still couldn't bear to give up absolute power.

"Master Program, I think I trust you. A lot. I think... you'll help me. I need you to choose for me. You can read my subconscious. I need you to write a subroutine called... 'Endgame'. We have two choices, choice 'A' is that you make me forget about Sophie, altogether, we never me, do whatever you need to do to sort that. Also, make my dad leave my mum and find someone who can make him as happy as," he paused to sigh, "Mike makes 'Nix'. Choice 'B' is that you keep running in the background to protect me and my family and friends, but deactivate my account. Turn all the transformed sluts into normal women again, though they can keep some of the changes if you think they'd prefer them; I can't imagine most would say no to legs they never have to shave again. But Sophie, make her into whatever would make her happiest. And make her my girlfriend again. Not like the post-transformation girlfriend, the one just after Robbie. Also, make my mum normal again. She might not be the real original version, but that'll have to do."

He took a deep breath and then spoke again, "I'm going to sleep now. Run whatever choice you think I want most."

He tucked himself into the empty bed and wondered where he would wake up tomorrow.

"Task complete."