His phone buzzed with an incoming message just as he found a seat in the busy food court. He set down his tray and pulled it out of his jacket pocket, just a little annoyed at the distraction from his burger and fries.
John Ross! You’ve been selected for rare opportunity to help us beta-test the brand new MasterPC iPhone app! With this completely free version, you’ll become a virtual god to those around you. Like the full version of MasterPC, previously available only on desktop systems, you’ll have the power to bend reality to your specifications. With this trial version, the effects are limited to a 100 meter radius and will be temporary in nature. The full version, when available, will not have these restrictions.
The traditional interface has been simplified to suit the iPhone and at the same time incorporates a host of improvements and upgrades based on over ten years of experience and suggestions.
To take advantage of this one-time offer, simply take a photograph of your intended subject with your phone’s camera and the MasterPC app will bring up the easy-to-use, intuitive interface. Changes you make to the subject will last only for the hour time limit of this trial version. The subject will retain no memory of the experiences that take place during this hour. Your one-hour trial begins as soon as you start the application.
Enjoy the power of the Master, and please rate this app after your trial period.
Oh like hell, he thought to himself, starting it up to have a look at it. As if some computer program, even on the iPhone, could give him that kind of power. The phone was pretty damn cool, but it was hardly magical.
The little clock in the corner of his phone’s display clicked down to 0:59.
Fine, he thought, I’m not going to be kicking myself for not even trying. He’d have loved to try this out on that sizzling redhead from his apartment building, always doing her laundry in her skin-tight Lululemon sweats, but there was no way he’d make it home in an hour.
He got up, leaving the tray of food untouched. If this did work, it was easily worth another ten dollar lunch. He was kind of kicking himself for letting himself believe in something that was just spam, even if it was amazingly personalized spam.
He looked around and saw the Victoria’s Secret store. The girls working there were always hot, with tight clothes, and tops open just enough to show off that they were wearing the company’s products. Halfway there he realized that it may not be the best test of the program’s power to try it out on a woman that was already hot, but with the clock ticking down he wasn’t going to second-guess his instincts.
He stepped inside into the bright light and tables full of panties and tried to be inconspicuous. He looked around, sizing up the staff rather than the choice of flannel robes and sleep masks.
The three women he could see were all attractive, young, petite and well dressed. It was hard to choose until a strategic thought entered his mind.
He walked up to the closest staffer, a blonde with long straight hair falling back over her shoulders. “Excuse me. Can I please speak to your manager?”
She looked surprised and a little nervous. “Is there anything the matter, Sir? Any way I can help you?”
He smiled. “No, no, nothing is wrong. I just need to speak to your manager.”
“Oh, OK, sure. Uhm, she’s right back here. Just follow me.”
Sure, he thought as she turned, I’ll happily follow you, especially in that skirt!
As the approached the back of the store, the walls full of bra displays, he realized why the blond has been nervous. The manager was giving another employee, a cute Japanese girl with gleaming black hair, a humiliating dressing-down. She seemed, as far as John could gather, ranting about to be about the way the girl had chosen to fold the thongs on the feature sale table. She looked a couple of years older than both the blond he’d followed and the target of her wrath.
Her hair was a short, cropped and bleached white with dark roots that accentuated the artificiality of the colour. She was the tallest of the three, around five-foot-nine. She wore a pretty basic pair of black pumps, black trousers and a red silk blouse under a tailored black jacket. Her blouse was open enough to show the lace trim of a black camisole. She was likely wearing a bra beneath it, but she barely needed to – her humble breasts barely affected the drape of her top.
He stopped and whispered to the blond, “You know, I can see that she’s, well, busy. I’ll come back later.”
“Uhm, yes. I’m sorry, but I guess that’s a good idea. You probably don’t want to catch her in a bad mood anyways.”
As she returned to her duties at the front of the store, John pulled out his phone and snapped a quick photo of the manager. She was well into the groove of her tirade and her victim seemed near tears, so neither noticed him at all.
He walked back out and took a seat on the wooden bench located conveniently in front of the store, no doubt for men to retreat to while their wives were shopping.
He opened up his new app. His photo popped up with a request for confirmation, “Is this your desired subject?”
He tapped the “Yes” button and waited. A split second later a 3D image of her popped up, complete with the little “bloop” sound effect. Her name, apparently, was Jessica Austin. She was 28, five-foot-seven without heels. Her measurements popped up as 34a-25-34. Her tiny avatar was revolving on his screen as he noticed the time count was now down to 0:48.
There was an EDIT button above the display of her measurements. He tapped it and each number was now displayed as part of a revolving wheel he could spin with the touch of a finger. He boosted her cup size to D, adding just an inch to her band size. He left her waist alone, moving to give her a bit more junk in back, up to 36.
He tapped SAVE and then started exploring the other options. HAIR was the obvious one, and he decided to give her back her natural colour which was displayed as auburn. He boosted the length of it to reach down to her newly bubbled behind, giving it a loose wave. The image of her on screen was keeping pace with his choices, automatically zooming in to the area of attention, and he liked what he was seeing. All he changed of her facial appearance was to plump up her lips.
He hated watching the time tick away from him, so he decided he had better hurry. He made the summary decision to boost all of the standard “sensitivity” choices – breasts, nipples, breasts, clit, g-spot, ass – to ten out of ten.
He swiped his finger across the screen, to move to the personality options. Fuck he hated typing on this thing, and what he wanted to set up would take too long. Then he saw the “voice control” option.
He selected it and held the phone up to his face.
“Jessica will immediately tell her staff to take an hour off and she will close the store. She will open it only to let me inside. As soon as she re-locks the door, her physical changes will occur. Jessica will obey all of my commands without hesitation. In fact, she will find that without understanding it that she wants to do what I’ve told her to. She will find me strangely attractive and arousing. She will be aware of the strangeness of her obedience, but her humiliation at obeying them will only arouse her more.”
Yes, that ought to do it. He tapped the button to save and implement his changes. An on-screen hint popped up as the information was translated. “Voice control commands can be given at any time by speaking into the phone. Simply say ‘MasterPC’ followed by your instructions.”
Forty-one minutes left. He watched impatiently, if amused, as Jessica rushed the two girls out and dragged the folding partition across the storefront. There was small door within it and he stepped up to approach it just as she was locking the rest of the partition closed.
Without a word she opened it to let him inside.
“I’m sorry,” she started, “but we’re just closed for a while. Can you come back in an h… OHHH!”
Her hands jumped to her chest as her breasts started to inflate like a pair of balloons. The strain of their growth pulled at her clothing. The flimsy camisole gave way, tearing down the middle and the buttons of her blouse submitted and went flying across the store. Her new full breasts were pushed upwards by the remainder of the ruined lingerie. The growth of her hips, while more subtle, was putting a significant strain on the seams of her trousers as well.
“Strip out of those clothes, Vanessa. They clearly don’t fit, or suit you anymore.”
Her hair has stopped growing now, having reached its new length; the dark colour suited her red face perfectly.
“What the hell is happening? And you’re crazy if you think I’m going to just take off my clothes for some stranger!”
Her fingers were already moving, however. It took some doing for her to manoeuvre with the new weight on her chest, but she was learning fast. The jacket was off in no time with the blouse quickly discarded next. What was left of the camisole wouldn’t fit over her breast anymore, so she had to tear it off rather than pull it over her head.
She realized what she had done, and her hands flew to cover herself. He actually saw her shiver; it was an even bet if it was from the new arousal at her own humiliation or the shock of her own touch against her newly sensitized nipples.
“Keep going, Jessica, I don’t have all day.”
Her voice was wavering as she spoke. “What’s happening to me? What the hell is going on?” She was wiggling out of her pants as she looked up at him. He hadn’t been wearing a bra at all, though she did have quite a nice little red lace thong on. She wore stocking socks that didn’t quite reach her knees.
“I’m the angel of karma, Jessica. I’m here to pay you back for demeaning the lovely girls that work for you.” He smiled. What the hell, he thought, it’s like I’m doing a good deed.
“Now, you’ve got five minutes to get into a proper bra. I want low cups, offering up those wonderful tits to me. Put on some stockings too, with garter belts, and get some real heels on too, five inches at least.”
“Oh god, you mean right here, in the store?”
“Yes, dear, right now, and you need to be back here in four and a half minutes.”
She ran deeper into the store, and he smiled at the exaggerated wiggle her new hips had, not to mention the significant bounce of her unrestrained breasts.
She was back, just in time. She looked devastatingly beautiful. The high heels brought her nearly to his height and they shaped her legs stunningly. Her hips danced as she moved. Her breasts, even with the support of the bra she’d chosen, bounced and swayed with her every step. She was actually working it now too, reacting to the desires and urges she couldn’t explain.
“Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this here…”
“I know, Jessica, but I know it feels right. It is right, isn’t it?”
“Oh fuck yes,” she purred, “I don’t think I’ve been this turned on my whole life. But oh god, I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m John, but everybody calls me J.R. So why don’t you call me John.”
“Yes, John, thank you so much.”
“Jessica,” he asked, “do you like to suck cock? Be honest.”
“Oh god no,” she said, a look of disgust marring her expression, “I think it’s disgusting. I broke up with my last boyfriend because he kept asking me for that.”
“Take out my cock and give me the best blow job of my life, Jessica.”
Her body was wracked by her sudden lusty desire to comply. She was down on her knees in a second, moving on all fours towards him. Her breasts swayed back and forth and she virtually crawled up his legs and tore open the button-fly of his black jeans.
“Oh god, yessssssssss,” she moaned. She had his shaft in her hands, and she gave a hungry lick from the base of him, up the underside of his quickly growing erection.
Her words turned into a guttural moan. Her tongue was out, swirling around him, before she closed her lips tight around the base of his cockhead, teasing him with her tongue. Then her hands joined the effort, stroking and squeezing the base of his shaft as she sucked him into her warm mouth. Her head was bobbing as she took him deeper with each motion. She was working her tongue around him at the same time, sucking and moaning as well.
He had to steady himself against the cash desk. Fuck this girl was a quick learner. Every stroke was accompanied by eager suction and a hungry growl. She was taking him deeper and deeper, and he started to feel the sensitized head of his dick tapping against the back of her throat, then pressing to its tightness. Her lips were full and red and reaching all the way to the base of him now. Her hands had moved down to his balls, massaging them lovingly.
He wasn’t about to reach for his phone, but he was sure that he was down to less than half an hour. He was feeling his body tighten, his cock tingle, and he didn’t want to peak too soon.
“Stop, Jessica,” he panted. “Stop sucking now, and slide back; slide me out of your mouth.”
She groaned with disappointment, but she complied. She knelt there, looking up at him like a hungry animal. Her lust and desire only made her more beautiful.
His own throbbing needs seemed to be at odds with the reality of the deadline counting ever closer. He looked around madly for a proper venue to take her completely. Well, time to improvise.
“Please stand up, Jessica,” he said into her wide eyes.
She rose and stood, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
“You like being dressed up for me, don’t you?”
“Yes…. I mean oh yes, you’re so amazing, so sexy… and it just feels so good to be with you… but…”
“But what, sugar?”
“Well, I’m barely dressed, and I was just blowing you… right here in the store, in the middle of the day… and I’ve only just met you… I just can’t explain it.”
“Don’t worry about that, Jessica. Let’s just go with it, shall we?”
Jessica smiled at him, the naughty smile of a co-conspirator. “OK, what the hell. I mean, how often do you get to fuck like this at work?”
“My thoughts exactly,” he laughed. “So how about you peel out of those soaked panties, take off that bra, nice and slow, and perch that sweet bottom up on the cash desk for me.”
Her cheeks flashed another wonderful blush, realizing what she was about to do, already knowing that she couldn’t and didn’t want to resist, no matter what the rational part of her mind was saying. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the tiny thong and was wiggling it over her hips and down her legs. Her arousal had indeed moistened them and they stuck for a moment against her puffed pussy. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat stripe above her sex and he noted that it was a perfect match in colour to her naturalized hair colour.
She reached back to release the clasp of her bra and she slowly and suggestively arched her shoulders forward, cupping it and her breasts in her hands. She smiled up at him, winking before sliding them down to expose the full, creamy flesh of her now massive bust. Her pinkish nipples stood out stiff and round. She noticed him smiling widely as she drank in the sight of her and she tried to cover herself with her hands.
“Oh, no no no, sugar. You look too damn good to hide anything. Don’t hide from me.”
Her lips curled into bashful smile, and then she was backing up against the desk, dressed now only in the stockings, garters and heels. She hopped up the couple of inches, jiggling her breasts wonderfully.
He stepped out of his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside. His jacket and t-shirt wer off seconds later, and then he was nuzzling himself between her welcoming thighs. Her full breasts felt divine against his bare chest, like warm pillows as he pressed against her. One arm wrapped around the small of her back as he planted an eager kiss against her neck. She exhaled a soft moan as her head rolled back.
His kiss travelled down her neck, down to her breasts. He felt a tremor in her body as she reached her nipples, dragging his teeth over them, suckling them between his lips.
He couldn’t wait another moment, and he lifted his rock hard cock up and guided it to her glistening pussy. She welcomed his thrust with a low groan, spreading her thighs even wider. Her right leg still stretched to the floor, but he pulled her left leg up in his arm, wrapping it around his body.
He slid into her over and over, slowly at first. She was squeezing him as he moved inside her, and the pressure made every motion exquisite and bursting with sensation. She was so wet, oozing around him.
He pumped hard, faster, deeper. She met each thrust with eagerness and pleasure. She pulled him against her with her leg. With his hand around her waist, he embraced her as well, pulling their bodies together, becoming one. With his left hand he was caressing her breasts, tweaking and teasing her nipples, sliding up to her mouth to drag over her full parted lips.
It felt like heaven, a world apart for the two of them, but he knew it couldn’t last. He pulled her fully against him, feeling her nipples like pebbles against his chest.
“I’m gonna cum, Jessica… milk me with your cunt, cum with me, cum hard and wet and loud…. Cummm!”
He thrust hard, allowing himself release and he felt the pressure of her squeezing him tight as the river of warm thick cum exploded from him. He heard and felt her reaction just a beat behind his. She gripped him tight, and he felt her fingernails dig into his back. Her body was shaking and her muscles contracted with spasms without and within.
His final thrusts were slow but forceful, and she held him tight as his final spurts filled her with his cum. His heart was pounding. Their flesh was sticky with a glistening of sweat.
“Holy fuck…” was all he could manage to say.
“Holy fucking fuck,” she laughed back, her lips against his neck.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her down onto the floor, wanting to feel every inch of her, for every moment he had left.
A trilling alarm began to beep from the pocket of his jacket, crumpled on the floor.
“You’re not going to believe this, but I’ve really got to get that.” He peeled himself away and dug out the phone. A warning was flashing, indicated that there were just five minutes remaining in his one-hour trial.
“Jessica. I need you to do one more thing for me. Find yourself some new clothes to replace what was ruined. Choose sizes for your body as your remember it from this morning. Don’t put them on yet, just take them with you to the back, into one of the dressing rooms. Just go there now, and think about what we’ve just done. After about four or five minutes of that you can get dressed and re-open the store. Ok? One more kiss, then go now.”
He tilted his head and met her lips, open and warm. He kissed her with lust, admiration, joy and a lot more emotion than he would have expected. But hell, it was a goodbye kiss after all.
She turned with a smile and went to begin her last errand. He smacked her bare ass as she walked away.
He gathered up his clothes and quickly redressed. He looked around and did a mental checklist to make sure he had every thing. He tossed Jessica’s torn camisole and blouse behind the cash desk.
Once he’d let himself out and retaken a seat on his new favourite bench, he pulled out the phone. He spoke into it.
“MasterPC: Jessica will be overcome with joy and lust along with her embarrassment and realization of what she’s just done. She won’t be able to keep her hands off herself. As soon as her hands reach her nipples and clit, she’ll be overcome by another orgasm. It will last until the hour runs out.”
He watched as the little avatar mirrored her actions, though devoid of context. He could see her, leaning back against the wall, and her hands began to move. She seemed to be trying to hold back, perhaps with some outmatched modest. But as soon as her fingertips reached their targets, her knees gave out and she crumpled to a kneeling position, leaning sideways for support. He actually heard her screams of pleasure from where he sat. The waves of passion flowed over her for a good three minutes before the time finally ran out.
Jessica came to, confused and tingling. “Where the fuck am I?” she asked out loud, to no one in particular.
OK, she was in a dressing room. She was naked. There were clothes ready for her on the small bench, but the blouse and camisole were not the ones she put on this morning. She was getting really confused, and a bit angry. From somewhere in the back of her mind came a kind of calmness. An unknown resolve that it didn’t really matter.
One good thing of all this was she felt a really warm glow – the kind of sensation she only got from a really good fuck, though she hadn’t had that pleasure in far too long. That must have been it… a memory was forming in her mind.
She’d been so pissed off at the repeated incompetence of Amy that she just couldn’t take it any more. She needed a break from all of them. She’d closed the store – who cares if it was the middle of the day, it was just a weekday – and she’d just given herself some alone time. Alone time with her own touch – she could feel and smell herself on her fingers. She laughed. It must have been one hell of an orgasm. She hadn’t ever made herself pass out before.
She got dressed, refreshed her makeup and get back out into the store. Her clit and humble breasts were still tingling.
There was a guy out in the mall kind of giving her some kind of smile as she slid the door open, but she just ignored him. She had to think of some excuse to tell the girls about why she closed. She couldn’t very well just tell them she had needed to jill off.
She found her old top and camisole behind the counter. She had some memory of tearing them off, which would explain their condition. Oh well, that’s what they made employee discounts for.
She heard her phone ring from inside her purse. She dug it out and checked the new message.
Jessica Austin! You’ve been selected for rare opportunity to help us beta-test the brand new MasterPC iPhone app! With this completely free version, you’ll become a virtual goddess to those around you…