3 comments/ 17544 views/ 14 favorites Master PC - Cally's Journey - 01 By: Aleiand Chapter 1 - Turning the Tables God, sex was like ... just soooo AWESOME!! Cally thought as she lay sprawled across Timmy's bed. She couldn't remember ever having had sex like that before ... never. As a matter of fact ... had she even had sex before? Cally scrunched up her nose in the most adorable fashion and pursed her rich pink lips in deep thought as she grappled with that elusive thought. I was all ... kinda like blurry ... like at the corners of her thinking thingee but she couldn't quite get a hold of it. That thought sent a giggle through her. She certainly had gotten a hold of Timmy ... yep ... gotten a hold of and hadn't let go until he's sprayed her all over with sticky awesome cum like a billion zillion times. God ... sex was just soooo awesome!!! Having the disturbing thought banished from her mind Cally's thoughts drifted to more important matters ... like how long would it take Timmy to get the fuck out of the bathroom? Her cunny had been empty ... like for minutes and she was getting sooo horny all over again. Whining, she gently ran her palms over her pink erect nipples. She couldn't remember when they had ever felt that good ... as a matter of fact, her whole body felt so good, so alive, so excited ... . Pinching and tugging on both her pleasure buttons ... then grinding them into her ... god ... her ... titties ... yep her titties ... yeah ... that felt even better. God, it was sooo GOOD, thought Cally as she whimpered with need ... But it's not ENOUGH ... Oh ... CALLY NEEDS TO FUCK!!! That word disturbed her for a moment ... it just seemed ... unladylike ... a thought that sent more giggles through her. After all, sluts lived to fuck. Whores did it for money, but Cally was the luckiest girl ever coz she was both!!! Course, Timmy was a freebie ... he'd always be a freebie coz ... it just was. Another disturbing thought about that rushed to the front of her mind, but it was instantly met with another surge of need that sent it scurrying away in feeble protest. By now Cally had one hand so deeply imbedded in her cunny that it felt like it was all the way inside, 'cept for the thumb that was pressing remorselessly on her clit. Her free hand was pulling hard on her nipples when it wasn't savagely mauling her breasts but as totally AWESOME as it was, it still just wasn't enough!!! Desperately, she looked around Timmy's room ... there just had to be something, something she could use. The place was a disaster, but it was Timmy's which made it just, like the perfect place to fuck, but while the thought of wrapping Timmy's dirty underway around her face until all she could smell was his amazing like ... smell, that wasn't going to be enough, and the room was a bit short on other "tools". And then she saw it. There, lying on the wall behind Timmy's desk was a ... bat thing ... yeah ... a baseball bat. That thought brought another series of giggles to Cally's lips. Having a ball with a base-BALL bat ... get it? God it was just hilarious!! Making her way over to the bat, Cally quickly sat in the chair behind the desk, and with a squeal of delight, began to work the head of the long aluminum substitute cock into her pussy. She knew she was "tight" but somehow, she also knew that with enough work, she could make it fit and GOD would it be good once it got in there. That's when she noticed Timmy's laptop, she noticed it coz of the picture of the hot girl rotating on the screen. "Ceooowllll" she said admiring the pic. There were two of them actually, but the other one was of this skinny flat chested geeky girl with glasses who was totally not hot at all, but the other ... well. She wasn't like, into girls or anything but she knew how to scope out the competition, and, like, this totally hot girl on Timmy's thingee was, like real competition. She looked the other girl over carefully; getting kinda jealous until she notice the big-breasted cutie on the screen looked an awful lot like her, even down to the pink nails and lips. After a few more moments of furious thinking, she finally realized that the pic of the girl wasn't a lot like her, it was like, TOTALLY her!!! GAWD, Timmy must have to total thing for me or what. I wonder if he was like making a pic of me so he could ... like think about fucking me when I'm not here? Cally thought, imagining Timmy sitting right here jacking off to her pic on the screen. It was almost enough to make her cum. But why do that if he can, like fuck me whenever he wants??? Her brain grappled with that one for a few more moments until she thought, Or mebe it's like a toy ... something that will like ... make him fuck me more? That thought had a certain appeal and managed to catch her attention for a while ... almost, almost to the exclusion of worming that baseball bat deeper into her murderously stretched cunt. Anyway, Cally liked compu ... comp ... like ... like the things that made those cewl pics. She was good at them too ... though she couldn't like quite remember how to work them ... still ... if it might help Timmy fuck her ... or make him want to more ... well ... after all, what else could it be? Brushing a golden blonde strand of silky hair away from her eyes, Cally began to examine the images more closely. Most of them were words she didn't quite understand and yet knew she should. She knew somehow they were important but she just didn't have the patience or the desire to figure them all out. On the other hand, there were these pretty lines right next to the picture. Most of them were like a pretty pink all the way from left to right, but a few were mostly a dull blue. Cally liked the pretty pink ones, the blue was just dull ... not even a shiney latex like blue ... just totally borriingg. Cally thought for a bit as she wormed the bat ever deliciously deeper into her cunt. Now how to make the dull blue lines become pretty pink ... she thought and thought and thought until a good through that didn't have to do with baseball bats, nipple clamps or Timmy's cock made its way to the front of her brain. "Oh yes ... I remember. You have to take the mousey thing over to the thingee where the blue and pink meet, then ... click ... and ... drag? ... yeah ... drag until it's all pretty pick too!" she said as she took her free hand, found the mouse thing and dragged the first blue bar until it was all pink. She did the same thing with a couple of the other boring blue things until it all looked so much better. Pleased with herself, she squealed in delight for a moment and then, finally getting bored, began to turn her attention back to the bat and her titties until something began to flash on the screen and the compu thingee started to softly beep. It was like, so totally annoying. How was a girl supposed to cum with flashy lights and beepy sounds. Agitated, she took the mousey thing, moved it over to the flashy thing and began to click all over it. "Go away flashy thing," she said with some agitation, "Cally needs to CUM!!" She clicked a bunch more times and the flashy thing changed again and again but didn't go away until, suddenly, in a single instant, Cally's world changed. "oh my gwad!" she said in a voice much too high and air-headed to be her own. "Oh my Gwad!" she said looking wide eyed down at the almost totally foreign body that was now her own. "OH ... MY ... GWAD!!!" she said as the events of the past few hours suddenly snapped into crystal clear focus. This was just ... impossible ... things like this couldn't happen. She stared at the images on the screen, one a completely accurate image of her actual body, the other, a teenage boy's wet dream of what the perfect slut should look like, the body she now unmistakably wore. It was impossible ... there was no way anything, much less a laptop computer could do anything like this. But then a thought occurred to her, then several more and then more, all postulating ways in which it could, in fact, possibly be done. That made her gasp almost as much as the image of her current body did. She'd been smart before, very smart and one of the best research librarians in the city, but now things just seemed to fit together in a perfect symmetry as if the pieces of a puzzle had simply snapped into place. She looked with interest at the computer screen once again. The pretty pink bars that she had seen before were in fact attributes, one of which was labeled intelligence and it was glowing a steady pink along its entire length. Tim must have set it really low ... and when I changed things from dull blue to bright pink ... It was hard to accept ... but somehow the program on this computer had truly changed her ... and it just seemed so clear now ... . What lay on Tim's desk was no more than an interface, but it was an interface that controlled awesome power, and Tim had used it to ... The anger, when it came, was as immense as it was powerful ... How dare that stinking little worm DARE do this to ME!!! To ME!!!!! Cally wanted to blot the little worm for existence, grind him into a puddle of goo but ... no ... there were better ways. The interface for the program was simple to access and intuitive in its design. Even before ... before ... this ... it would have been easy to operate, now it was simply child's play. Without a thought she accessed Tim's profile, bringing up a complete image of the repulsive Geek as he exited the shower and began to towel himself off in the next room. She considered for the briefest of moments what needed to be done, set the parameters, and waited. The door to the bedroom opened and there stood Tim, his enormous, most probably augmented cock hanging obscenely between his legs. "Hey babe ... "he said before he caught sight of Cally behind his computer. "Cally ... Cally, what are you doing babe?" "This." She said as she clicked the execute button and began to giggle. Master PC - Cally's Journey - 02 Chapter 2 -- Tammy's Plight This was not good, Cally thought at she tried once again to get the program to reset her to "normal". At first she had thought it was going to be easy, just instruct the program to reset her to her baseline configuration. There was even a "go back" button to progressively erase undesired changes. Unfortunately, every time she tried, the system spit back the same message. "Subject format locked. Unable to accept changes." As first she'd thought that Tim had password protected his changes, but had soon realized that that just didn't make any sense. Obviously she had made changes herself, though in the state she had been in at the time, she couldn't quite figure out what all of them might have been. In any event, if the system had been locked then, she would have been stuck as the brainless bimbo she looked and sounded like now. No, this wasn't Tim's doing and if it had been, he would have told her by now. The little dickless bastard was so servile at the moment that he wouldn't have disobeyed her even if the thought was still capable of crossing his mind. It had to have been something that had happened since, something she had done. Probably, she realized with a sinking sensation, something she had done with all those random clicks trying to get rid of the "flashy beepy thing". Undoubtedly, one, or more of "flashy beepy things" had been menus with options, and while she had been clicking them one, or a combination thereof, had somehow locked her profile out of the system and "frozen" her the way she was. "That is, like so totally unfair," she groused as she prettily pouted at the screen. "Don't you think so Tammy?" Her footstool squirmed just a bit as it replied in a high feminine voice. "Yes Ma'am" Cally hadn't been happy with Tim Cochrane and that was a massive understatement. While Cally had never been a vengeful or even aggressive person one of those new pink bars said that had all changed now. She'd wanted to change the bastard into a greasy spot on the carpet. Still, she wasn't sure she could really live with herself if she'd outright caused him to cease to exist. That was sort of the old good news / bad news thing as far as Tim, or Tammy as he now answered to, was concerned. Really, technically Tammy was still a Tim, but it would be hard to notice from anything but a close examination. Cally had given the hulking guy a makeover as only the Master PC could. Oh, he wasn't actually dickless, he still had one, about the size of a somewhat overgrown clit that was covered by his downy public hair. Besides that, the rest of his punishment was anticlimactic ... long flowing brunette hair, harsh edges sculpted into smooth curves, wide soft eyes, full lips. Cally had even given him a small breast enhancement, not much more than B cups but the nipples would be as fully sensitive as any woman's. Best of all, she'd made sure to leave Tammy with vivid memories of everything she had been, with full knowledge and the realization that the complete and utter truth was, he was far far too subservient to be anything but what he was now. Oh the desire was there, but the capability or even the idea of how to be anything other than a subservient little bitch simply no longer existed. After all, what was the point of getting even if the person you were getting even with couldn't remember that you were getting even with them? Tammy would have a long ... a VERY long time to remember everything. Besides, on his knees like that, Tammy made an excellent footstool. Yes, revenge was sweet, but while satisfying, it didn't do much to improve Cally's immediate problem. She had, as far as she could tell, no viable way to get back to being ... well ... herself. Instead she was stuck in this pornstar's image of beauty with a sex drive that would make a teenage nympho blush with shame. She'd enjoyed "working" on Tammy's new look. Simply having that much control over him had been like being fucked hard and often and she'd cum over and over again while her transforming subject had eagerly lapped up every drop. But that had been a few hours ago and the novelty had worn off. There also seemed to be some limitations to the Master PC program. It appeared that the more drastic the change, the more drain on the systems resources there were and the system needed to recharge, for lack of a better word term. It was all down there in the code somewhere if you looked behind the interface. Cally had to admit, whoever had programmed Master PC had been a genius. Even with her enhanced IQ and her years of experience, she could only reach and decipher outlying portions of the program and its structure. Much of what she could see wasn't comprehendible, and it seemed that a great deal of the actual program itself wasn't even on the machine laptop, but somewhere else. Where somewhere else, Cally didn't know, but she really wanted to find out. On the other hand, the program was actually quite small and with minor modifications, should easily fit on something as small as a PDA, maybe even an I-Phone. There was a lot to learn but the one thing she really truly needed to know she just couldn't figure out. Of course, there were better places to do research like this she supposed. Certainly sitting the middle of the Sty Tim had called home, while very fragrant in a male kind of way didn't do much for Cally or her concentration. "Tammykin's ... gawd you are so totally lame at keeping your place all clean and sparkly like. If I stay here much longer, I swear I'm going to like totally barf." Cally said in a completely airheaded kind of way. Why Timmy chose to live like this, Cally didn't have a clue. According to what Tim had told her after his little change of perspective, he was actually quite well to do. A Trust Fund guy though who only worked because he wanted to "wear the suit", stroke his ego, impress the girls and everything he thought was the right of people with power. The question was, what to do with him. Wipe his memory and let him go on doing what he did? Exactly how many girls had he already done this too, or would he do this to if left on his own. More importantly, what would he try to do to her? The Master PC was powerful, but it wasn't perfect, that much Cally knew from experience. Even in her bimbofied form, memories had kept struggling to make it to the surface and in the end, just enough had snuck through to turn things around on Timmy. No ... letting him go wasn't the answer. It was Saturday anyway and it would probably be a few days until he was missed. Maybe she'd think of a solution by then, but in any event, it was probably best to keep Tammy under control until something bright occurred to her. Besides ... he really was a hot looking girl ... not that it should have mattered to her ... but for some reason it did. She turned back to the computer and synchronized it with the I-Phone she'd salvaged from her purse. She'd spent the better part of the last few hours studying the Master PC program and she'd figured out what she was pretty sure was a safe way to download it on to her phone. Considering she was naked and that none of her clothes lying around the room had the slightest chance of fitting her, having a mobile form of the program seemed to be rather important. The second order of business, Cally thought as she looked disdainfully at her A cup bra, was new clothing. As part of Tammy's punishment, well the least that he owed her was a new wardrobe until she could get back to normal. Besides ... Cally thought as she looked down at her footstool, Tammy could use some new clothes too. The thought made her begin to giggle madly. "It's time to go bgff, how about we go shopping. You like shopping ... I mean ... like ... who wouldn't?" Cally said with a mischievous look in her eye. Tammy's eyes lit up with more anticipation than shame, Cally couldn't tell, but it was interesting to watch. "Yes Ma'am ... I'd ... I'd LOVE to go shopping. I need ... I need ..." The young man, or was it woman, looked around desperately ... trying to find the words. "Panties?" Cally said helpfully Tammy moaned softly in pleasure. "Yes ma'am." "A frilly little bra?" she continued Tammy blushed furiously, shaking his head to try and say no but all that came out was a eager "Yes Ma'am" "Maybe a tight dress ... hose ... heels ... ." "Yes... " Tammy moaned "And maybe we'll get your ears pierced ... maybe your nipples and that little clitty cock of yours too?" Cally said sweetly "Oh ... Oh oh YES ... Oh ... OH." Moaned Tammy as she squirmed uncontrollably ... her hips rocking at the thought ... "Ohh ... oh YESS!!!" she whimpered as her tiny cock began to jerk, rubbing against his public hairs. "Good girl." Cally whispered in his ear. The thought was just too much for him ... he wanted to resist, he wanted this to not be happening, but he couldn't help it. He was nothing but a subservient little bitch ... . He screamed softly in a high voice that was no longer recognizable as his own ... his hips bucked in the air and his tiny cock jerked and began to spew tiny amounts of white liquid over his public hairs and the carpet beneath him. Cally had to admit, he really was much cuter this way.