5 comments/ 19823 views/ 22 favorites MasterPC: The Path of Otto By: Meijinsan Hi readers! This is my first submission. Please please please give me feedback! Thank you to all those who have wrote amazing MasterPC stories before me, they are all great inspiration. I hope I can pump out a lot more stories in the future. ***** Chapter 1: The Phantom Menace? Otto smiled as he looked through the finder of his camera. "Looking great, Andy! Another pose please?" His object of interest, a small, thin girl in a green leotard, flashed him a smile and assumed a fighting stance, her fist pointed towards the gleam of his camera's lenses. A few clicks could be heard as a mechanism engaged, and after a few seconds, Otto stood and gave her thumbs up. "Those were some good shots, I feel good about how these will turn out!" He said, looking through his library. Andrea came over to have a look at the camera, her leotard drawing eyes from those around her. It was another hot summer in New York, and as every October had of late, droves and scores of nerds packed the city to attend the annual comic convention. Otto was there visiting as a returning photographer, shooting dozens of friends and characters as he got himself reacquainted with the world. A relaxed cosplayer himself, Otto had spotted Andy in her trademark Cammy cosplay and was lucky enough to be squeezed into her busy schedule. "Thanks so much for letting me shoot you. It's good to get some practice in, you know." Otto said, letting the camera hang from its strap as he relaxed his posture. Andy smiled and slapped him on the back. "No problem, Mr. Photographer! I haven't seen you in ages. Why did you stop attending the con scene?" She asked, putting a coat on to cover herself from any nearby lens that sought her attention. "Oh you know. The picture got to complicated." Otto said, glancing down towards his shoes. Andy nodded. "Shit... speaking of..." She said under her breath, as the complication came back into the picture. A commotion started behind him. Turning, Otto saw and felt the approach of one Tessa Alexa, and with furious red cheeks, spun back around and started to pack his camera in his bag. A crowd was forming behind her as she was happily posing for a multitude of cameras, the outside air breezing through her hair as she spotted Andy and waved at her. "Still hurts, huh?" Andy said, leading the slightly distraught Otto away from the approaching beauty. Otto nodded, breathed deeply in, and let it all out. He brought an earbud up, but Andy caught his hand. "Don't run away." She said, taking his buds from him and stuffing them into her jacket pocket. Before Tessa could catch them, the pair blended into the packed crowds. Ten minutes later and they were both laughing at a nearby Starbucks. "So what happened, Otto?" Andrea asked, now in her street clothes, her costume for the real world. "It just all sucked." Otto began, sipping from his hot chocolate. "Basically, she used me to repair her estranged relationship with her boyfriend. Ah, I guess I deserved it, you know. I figured it was too good to be true." Andy stirred her own coffee and looked out the window. "It really sucks you know," She began, taking a light sip. "I really like both of you. But I hate the feeling that she piggy backed you to get where she is." "It's whatever. What's done is done." "That's bullshit and you know it." "Yeah well, can you blame me for not wanting to be hurt?" Otto muttered as he cut himself off with another gulp of the warm liquid. "You know, just because this one scarred you doesn't mean she ruined you for all women." Andy said, her gaze full on Otto. "Meaning?" "Don't be afraid. Show her what she is missing. Someday, a really great girl is going to get you, and who are you to turn her down?" Otto sat in silence for a while. Andy, sensing an end in conversation, pulled out her phone and started texting, then called one of her gal pals and started laughing. She is right, but how can I trust anyone when I can't even trust my own judgment? Otto thought, as he waved her goodbye and shuffled out of the coffee shop. Looking up at the crowded New York sky, Otto felt his heart throb as he sighed deeply. Everyone goes through these moments, but Otto was having a hard time getting over this wall. Putting up his best face of strength, he spun on his heel and sought the nearest subway. Spotting it, he entered the station and got past the ticket machine, hoping onto a nearly empty train just as the doors were closing. And straight into the face of one of the only women to break his heart, Tessa Alexa. Sitting an empty train car away, or two seats next to him, the short and curvy brunette was chattering away on her phone, making Otto's heart pound and his palms sweat as he took a seat. She glanced over and laughed probably a little harder than she should of before saying, "Oh shit, signals cutting. Gotta go, love ya doll!" And putting her phone into her pocket. Otto was trying his hardest to concentrate on the steady rhythm of the subway bouncing on the rails when he heard the silken voice address him. "Otto?" The tiny voice came from her lips in surprise as she recognized him. The next thing Otto remembered was the door clicking shut in his room. Shaking his head rapidly, he blinked, surprised to find tears streaming down his face. Images were coming back to him: ignoring her, Tessa getting pissed, getting off at the stop to avoid her, being followed by her off the train, getting yelled at by her, getting back on behind her, sitting there as she tried to get him to open up. None of it mattered to Otto. His heart only searched for the magic words that they wanted to hear, I'm sorry. But even with as much pleading as she tried to do, even if she said those words, it didn't really matter. He wouldn't forgive her, mainly because it wasn't her that let him down. It was himself. Wiping away the tears and heaving a heavy sigh, Otto sat down in front of his laptop and plugged his camera in, ready to edit some photos. His eyes still blurred by the tears, Otto navigated his mouse to a program where his editing software could be found when his beer spilled on his keyboard. Swearing, he briefly wondered when he had gotten the beer out before reaching over to unplug his power supply, and getting a shock so intense he got knocked out. Months and blurs went by. Faint echos. A crash of a platter, a screaming voice. The sirens of an ambulance. The clattering of wheels and a shouting nurse. Pleading voices of friends. The steady beat of an electronic heart which seemed to go on for an eternity. Silence. Then a voice. "If you can change a single thing about yourself, what would it be?" His consciousness sought out the voice, tendrils trying to grasp the question like fingers through smoke. "What is it that you are willing to give everything to make a reality?" Weakly, his body answered what his consciousness could not. "Confidence." His mouth moved and his voice spoke out, much to the delight of the nearby nurse tending to him. Running over to the bed, she leant in close and put her ear to his mouth, staring at a nearby monitor showing brain wave activity. "Otto?" She said in an uncertain voice, putting the back of her hand on his forehead, checking his warmth. "Otto, wake up..." She said, eliciting the pair of heavily laden eyelids to slowly open. "Finally!" The nurse said, smiling and showing off her pearls as Otto regained consciousness. "Where am I?" Otto started to say, moving to push himself up. "Shush, child. It is all ok." The nurse said, taking notes on the clipboard as she began to run through what seemed like some usual checkups. Otto looked at the nametag, and saw that her name was Joy. He felt strangely comforted. "Now that you are awake, let me explain some things." She began as Otto stared at her in a very confused fashion. "Wha...?" "Shh! It's rude to interrupt a woman while she is talking!" The nurse said again, putting down the clipboard and sitting beside him, holding his hand gently to draw his attention. "We don't have a lot of time." "The winds of change are here for you, child. Things are going to happen fast for you in these next few weeks, but keep in mind that you are different now. So stop being afraid. No more running." With that, the nurse gave Otto's hand a gentle last squeeze and strode out of the room. Another month went by for Otto. The doctor told him he had a massive heart attack, probably due to electrical shock. When Otto told in minimal details what had happened that day, he was told there was no alcohol or any liquids found in his room. He asked to see the pretty nurse that visited him before, but was informed that he was never attended to a nurse named Joy, nor was there even any nurse in their employ under that name. Confused but happy, Otto was announced fully recovered and let go from hospital care after a month of physical therapy. Otto stretched his legs as his first hospital free breath of city air hit his face. Not knowing why, he declined to have anyone greet him on his release date. However, Otto felt like a new man. His physique was not helped by the hospital, however, and his already thin six foot body was the most thin and palest state it has ever been in. Deciding to get some exercise, Otto walked home. He was about three quarters of the way home when he noticed a very attractive jogger. Standing at the street corner, he turned to notice her beside him, an average height Asian beauty with sheen of sweat covering her slightly tanned skin. Smiling, Otto nodded to her and winked; something which surprised both of them. However, the woman herself was overcome with a genuine smile and nodded back, turning off to run across a now empty street, a slight blush covering her face. Recovering, Otto mentally checked himself, wondering what the hell was happening before turning the block and making it to his apartment without any further incident. He thought it was going to be a lot harder than it was, wondering how to resume his life after the accident, however the first thing he wanted to do as he stepped in the door was sit down and continue editing his photos. That is when he noticed that his laptop was running and that his email was open. All of the usual junk and spam was gone, replaced with a single, unread email and attachment. Curiously, Otto opened it. Dear Otto, In our day and age, guardian angels are said to be extinct. However, it isn't us that are on the decline, but humans worthy of us. Enjoy your gift. You are a wonderful person. Nurse Joy Otto stared at the message with one eyebrow raised before he noticed the attachment. Curiosity overrode his usual nerdy paranoia and he double clicked the program. Installing and opening itself instantly, Otto was greeted with a message on his screen: Welcome to MasterPC! Congratulations! You have been chosen to receive the most powerful gift in the universe! Enjoy your unlimited program, and remember, you are now a representative of the master! As he read the words, they disappeared, revealing the program. Otto felt his hand moving on its own, manipulating the mouse to hover and click on the help button. The program took half of a microsecond to process his request before a chime indicated the completion of its task. Otto suddenly had a full understanding of how the program ran and consequences and implications of its actions. Blinking his eyes wide open, Otto pushed himself back from his desk and breathed deeply, his mind racing. "Holy shit." Was the only words he could process. He knew the program would work, but he didn't know how he knew. To him, it was just an absolute truth. Otto suddenly felt a calming breeze, and before he knew it, he was eagerly checking out the program. Typing his own name into the subject box, Otto hit return and saw a familiar face staring back at him. It wasn't frozen, however, but moving around like a character being created in The Sims. A blue glow surrounded it, and in hovering his mouse over the glow Otto was rewarded with the information: Individual is currently under Guardian protection. No unauthorized tampering. Otto smiled as he recalled the email and the mystery nurse. Noticing the command box, Otto already noticed a sentence typed in the type line, with a blinking square following it. With a fluid motion, Otto hit the return key, and all of the sudden his wish came true. The words "Subject has full confidence in himself. His mental and physical desires are one." were added to the change log, and Otto leaned back, experiencing the world around him as he should. Clicking on the command box again, Otto quickly wrote a list, fulfilling his greatest personal wishes. -Subject will grow muscle and proportional strength, stamina, and control until subject reaches a desired look. Each hour will be an equivalent to a week of straight working out every muscle. -Subject will be able to give off pheromones at will to influence conversations and bodies in the direction he wants them to go in. -Subject does not need sleep. -Subject will gain intelligence and process information at 100% efficiency. -Subject has photographic memory. -Subject instantly knows the name of anyone he is talking to. -Subject has perfect eyesight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch that do not degenerate. Hitting the return stroke, Otto suddenly felt his body growing hot. The pain kept on building as he fell out of his chair, surprised as his vision grew dim. Dragging himself to his nearby bed, he collapsed, his body sweating as it made the changes come into effect. His door opened and the nurse walked in. Smiling, she bent over and whispered into his ear. Nurse Joy dutifully tucked him in, put his dirty clothes into the nearby hamper, and gently took his vitals as she hummed a soft tune. She then walked over to the computer, closed MasterPC, and strode out of the room, vanishing as she passed over his threshold. Waking up several hours later, Otto groaned as he felt his sore body slightly cool down. He got up and stumbled to the bathroom, unaware of his new muscle and strength. Looking up, he noticed his face and pawed at it slightly. His hair was rich and soft, dark brown and short. His skin tone was clear, his color a nice even tan that excellently complimented his two toned brown and green rimmed eyes. Standing to full height, he looked down to see a splendidly sculpted body, each muscle visibly containing power barely contained. He looked like a ripped MMA fighter with no effort at all! Mentally, Otto told his body that he liked this look and he would keep it. His penis had grown as well, reaching a fair eight inches and a sizeable girth, and testicles that looked well off hanging beneath it. Otto hadn't really thought about his penis much. He had never let his desires control his life, but when he saw his penis, some moral implications ran through his head. Running over to his computer, Otto opened up the program and reviewed the changes he enacted. Thinking a little, Otto typed in some additional ones: -Subject can read and manipulate minds but cannot negatively change them. -Subject will maintain to himself what is morally right and wrong. -Subject will not view himself as above the law. -Subject can change other bodies at will but only in a direction the subject desires. Nodding with some self-satisfaction, Otto closed the computer and went out of his room to the living room. Otto shared an apartment in lower Brooklyn with a roommate he was on fair terms with. Because of his lack of a sex drive before the accident, he was friendly, but was never interested. However, when he walked out to be greeted by the sounds of the television running, the sight took his breath away. A very slim and tall natural Russian, Masha was lounging on the couch, watching some popular show and not really caring about it. She was wearing cut off shorts that showed off her long, toned legs and a tank top suggesting her cleavage. Her long brown hair was still damp from a shower and her high cheekbones set her face up perfectly for her dainty nose. Being a physical therapist, Masha worked hard to keep her body in excellent shape, and at 24, she was winning her battle of looking her age from the start. Hearing his footsteps, Masha turned in surprise and smiled a warm, genuine smile, showcasing her full lips and trimmed eyebrows. "Otto! You are better! I was so scared when I found you..." She said, gracefully getting up and, like a ballerina, prancing over to him, hugging him tightly. Pulling back suddenly, she found herself confused. "Wow! Did they work you out while you were there?" She asked, poking his now tight six pack. He chuckled, slapping her hand playfully away and stepping around her to sit on the couch. "So what happened?" Masha asked, sitting next to him. "Dunno. Doc's said it was a heart attack." He said, leaning into the soft cushions, trying to fight off the feelings of arousal. His new sense of smell was taking in all of her perfume and conditioner, the gentle scent of Russia mixing with the sour tang of green apple. She looked at him puzzled. "Are you ok? You never look like this?" "Like what?" He said, deciding to take a chance. Internally concentrating, Otto's body started to emit calming and arousing pheromones. Shrugging, Masha looked puzzled for a moment before the chemicals hit her. Her eyes fluttering, she smiled as she leaned into Otto. Preoccupied with diving into her mind, Otto didn't notice she had fallen asleep on his chest, her breathing deep and regular and her blush deepening as she took in his scent. Otto reinforced her trust in him before he got to work. Sifting through her mind, Otto made a few subtle changes here and there. Not attracted to idiots or bad boys, no more smoking, high alcohol tolerance, more concentration. It took a bit before he noticed her on him, her soft breath creating ripples in his shirt, her warmth seeping into his. Gently petting her, Masha moaned softly, eliciting a smile from Otto. Must of overdone it... He thought, caressing her softly. Putting his hand on her butt, Otto concentrated, firming it up and rounding it out to defy gravity. He also smoothed out her skin, made it almost gleam and easy to maintain. Putting a hand on a breast, Otto's heart fluttered as he focused, feeling the globe expand until they spilled out of the loose bra they were in, and the nipples poke out as their sensitivity increased as well. Her hair became lighter and more full, the colors lightening to light brown as they silkened and lengthened to become her desired length. Masha was now exactly how she wanted to look like, her dream and ideal image. Her now curvy tall body matched her supermodel face and hair, her toned stomach and powerful calves able to draw any man's eye, and a mind clever enough and smart enough to match it. Masha woke up, feeling better and lighter than she ever felt. She lay there, taking in the warmth of the rock hard muscle beneath her cheek, when she decided she felt really good and really, really horny. For some reason, Otto was making her feel like something he never made her felt before, and she decided that she liked it. She made it up in her mind right then and there she was going to treat him to some post hospital recovery. "Otto, lay down. You seem tense. I'll give you a special Russian massage, ok?" She asked innocently, a face of lust hidden behind her smile, one that Otto could detect. Smiling lustfully to himself, Otto nodded before swallowing and obliging, lying down on the couch. "Oh no, silly, not here. On bed." She said, leading a protesting Otto to her bedroom. She caught his bulge in the corner of his eye and her heart fluttered. "Masha, I don't want you to get the wrong idea..." Otto started, only to be shushed by Masha's finger and winked at mischievously. MasterPC: The Path of Otto "Ok Otto. Strip down." Masha said, turning her back to him. "I don't really think this is necess..." "No buts. Special massage." Otto saw that she wasn't going to budge. Stripping, he quickly lay on her bed, grabbing a nearby towel to cover himself after lying on his stomach. "Ok, ready." He said, putting his face in the mattress. Masha, stripped as well, leaving only her underwear on. Noticing her increased cleavage and now more defined stomach, she ran her hand over it, shivering at the smoothness and the toned feminine, suggesting lines. Making nothing of the positive changes, she got to work, straddling his firm butt and rubbing his muscular back. "Otto, how are you still single?" She asked, marveling at his body. "Haha, well thank you too. You have a nice body yourself." He replied, moaning more pronounced now at her touch. "When was the last time you had sex?" She asked, all pretenses gone. Choking slightly at her forwardness, Otto started ramming out his lustful pheromones and answered honestly. "Maybe eleven months ago, with Tessa?" Well, maybe we can change this in the near future... She thought, grinning to herself. However, she replied lamely, "Oh. That's a long time." Masha rubbed Otto's body thoroughly, paying special attention to areas that were tight and areas that made Otto moan. Her light touch brought him to such an aroused shape that when she asked him to turn over, Otto wasn't sure what to do. Breathless herself, Masha looked at Otto in wonder when he did so, not noticing his smile. "Um... I am going to respect your privacy, but wow Otto..." She said, for the first time of the day unsure of herself. "Just ignore it. The massage feels great." Otto said, eliciting a wave of euphoria from Masha. He reached over to the towel and hung it over his face, blindfolding himself and making Masha catch her breath. "Easier said than done..." Masha said to herself as she started on his feet and working her way up. When she reached his crotch, she moved carefully around it, examining it as she did so. Her breath hit it and it jumped at her, almost hitting her in the face. She felt the heat of it and wondered how it would feel. Moving past it, she massaged the hard, defined lines of his abs, his chest, and before she knew it, the massage was over. "My turn." She said, pouting a little as she lay next to him. Stripping off her underwear in one quick motion, she threw them in her hamper so he wouldn't notice her arousal, but praying he would smell it. Sitting up, Otto knelt next to her and using his newly powerful hands, he started to rub her body. He put pressure behind his touch, giving her a taste of their power and making her moan uncontrollably. His pheromones emitted pure lust and pleasure, he reprogrammed her body to fell more attuned to his fingers and more sensitive to his touch. When he got to her perfect ass, she moaned and pushed into his hands. Confidently, he slipped his hands between her legs and started to massage her inner thighs. She whimpered and reach back to grab his wrist. Guiding his hand closer to her ache, Otto grabber her wrist in return and returned it to her side. "Don't move." He commanded, whispering it into her ear. She whimpered again and he continued to rub every inch of her. However, all of the tenseness in her muscles was not leaving her body, it seemed like it was just being transferred to somewhere else. "Ok, roll over." Otto growled, leaving her to do so. Masha turned, her body so worked up she didn't know if she could take it. It took everything she had not to pounce on him right then and there. She lay back, and Otto put the towel over her head. She felt his strong hands start at her toes, exploring every little part of her agitated body. They expertly worked up her calves, her thighs, her frustrated hips, her trembling stomach, her shivering neck. Just when she thought it was over, she felt something soft on her lips. Her fingers reaching up, she pulled her towel down, only to meet the gaze of Otto inches away from her own, his lips gently resting on hers. Frozen, his lips grazed, then pecked, then tasted hers. Then they forced hers open, and her hands snaked their way through his arms, through his hair. She hungrily kissed back, forcing his head into hers, her body moving down to rub her pussy on his leg. His roaming hand found her breast, and kneading it, her world exploded into joy. Whimpering and moaning, Masha managed to flip Otto over before continuing to kiss him. Gently guiding her hand onto his rock hard member, Otto gasped as her cool fingers enveloped it. He put into her mind how he wanted it to be touched, how to make it feel the best way it could feel and she could only oblige. Grinning mischievously, she worked her way down and was soon licking it softly, teasing him mercilessly. Soon he was dizzy from her ministrations, and growling, he gently hooked a finger under her chin, pulling her up to his face. He grabbed her hips and maneuvered her into position. Masha softly moaned and placed her hands on Otto's shoulders. Pushing into her, Masha's eyes went wide. It was almost as if her soul was being pierced with pure pleasure. She made a loud moan as she came, shaking slightly as her body lay onto of Otto's. Pushing his second inch in, she cried out again, her body so keyed up she came a second time. Otto moaned into her tit, kneading it with his lips to bring her into a state of pure ecstasy. Her pussy clamping down tightly on his penis, Otto sought for control over his orgasm as he roughly turned her over, towering over her as he started to slam into her with all of his might. Masha had a wild, alive look on her face, pleading him for more while crying out in pleasure as Otto took her. Feeling his orgasm in his testicles, Otto sped up, shaking the bed on its frame as he tried to hold back a flood. Masha instinctively reached up and as his orgasm took him, Otto leaned down to give Masha a hard kiss, her own orgasm exploding as she lifted herself into Otto, her body responding to his with pure passion. Masha lay there for several seconds, not daring to breathe as she felt him still hard inside her. Otto leaned back to look at her, seeing her face full of love for him, something he never really saw from anyone. Winking, Otto flexed his member in her, eliciting a gasp, and then a moan as he continued to make a piston movement. "You can keep going?!?" Masha cried out in alarm, knowing that she was in trouble. After a while, Masha saw stars, and after his third, his sixth, his eighth orgasms, she lost count of her own, and decided that she was his woman, mind and body and soul. I love this man, this wonderful, wonderful man. She told herself, as he brought her to the brink of passion induced insanity. Growing tired, Otto slowed down, and began to methodically soothe the lust out of Masha. Flooding the room with restful and healing pheromones, he coaxed her from her rollercoaster ride, and after she stopped fidgeting, he optimized her internal water use so that she would not be dehydrated when she woke up. As they looked into each other's eyes, Masha's hair tickling Otto's and Otto's body warming hers, they fell asleep, the happiest either have been in a long time. Invisible, Joy looked at the couple, her eyes full of love for both of them. Her sisters were extremely jealous of her find and knew that she found something that was truly rare; a human that was genuine. Although he had been so damaged emotionally before, she knew he was on his way to being complete, and because of her and MasterPC, it was going to get a lot more interesting. She just hoped Otto could keep walking the road that he was on, and that the infinite power program wouldn't corrupt him like her and her sisters have seen countless times beforehand.