Chapter One: Adrienne & Nick
Nick never expected his quiet Thursday morning would spiral into the most erotic and surreal experience of his life. It started with a strange email, one he nearly deleted. The subject line read: "Welcome, Master." There was no sender, no message--just a downloadable file titled Master PC.
Out of morbid curiosity, he clicked.
What launched wasn't malware or spam. It was an interface--dark, sleek, pulsing with potential. Nick blinked at the screen. There were editable fields. Target entries. Drop-down menus labeled things like Libido, Orgasm Frequency, Submissiveness, and even Cum Tolerance. A chill crept down his spine. Could this really do what it implied?
His heart raced. For a moment, he considered closing the laptop. But then his fingers moved with a mind of their own.
He typed her name: Adrienne.
A 3D rendering appeared. It was her--his wife of eight years. Flawless in digital form. She wore what she always wore to work: a modest pencil skirt, flat shoes, a high-collared blouse. Glasses perched on her nose. Her expression, even in simulated stillness, looked tired. Routine had worn them both down.
But now... Nick had the chance to rewrite her. To restore the passion they'd lost. And maybe... amplify it beyond anything real.
With trembling fingers, he began to type:
PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES
* Face: Reshape into a flawless blend of beauty icons. Full lips, expressive brows, delicate cheekbones, piercing green eyes.
* Hair: Long, platinum blonde waves, thick and soft.
* Breasts: DD-cups, full and perky, responsive to touch.
* Waist: Tapered and tight.
* Hips: Wide and soft, ass full and bounceable.
* Skin: Smooth, golden, perpetually warm.
* Muscle Tone: Defined but feminine; thighs and core strong from endless pleasure.
* Responsiveness: Nerve endings heightened.
SEXUAL TRAITS
* Libido: Maxed.
* Arousal Triggers: Nick's voice, scent, cum.
* Oral Fixation: Intense; deep pleasure from giving head.
* Cum Obsession: Aroused by taste, texture, and volume; sees it as reward.
* Dirty Talk: Vocal, verbal, unfiltered.
BEHAVIOR PROFILE
* Attitude: Deeply submissive, affectionate, unshakably loyal.
* Purpose: Exists to bring Nick pleasure.
* Inhibitions: Gone.
He stared at the screen for a long moment. Then he hit ENTER.
Across town, in the quiet library where Adrienne shelved returns, a shudder of heat rolled through her spine. She gasped, stumbling. A librarian's cart rolled away as her nipples hardened and her pussy clenched with sudden, inexplicable need.
She looked at her reflection in the library window. Her makeup looked different. Her lips were fuller. Her blouse seemed tighter, her bra struggling against the size of her breasts. Her skirt rode higher. Her thighs felt slick, her pulse rapid.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" she whispered. But she didn't call for help. Didn't sit down. She grabbed her purse. And left.
Fifteen minutes later, tires screeched in their driveway.
Nick, already breathless with anticipation, had used Master PC on himself:
SUBJECT: NICK
* Cock Size: Larger, thicker, perfectly shaped.
* Stamina: Infinite.
* Recovery: Instant.
* Cum Volume: Increased.
* Pleasure Sensitivity: Intensified.
* Appearance: Fit, muscular, commanding.
He hit ENTER and felt it instantly. A burning warmth spread through him. His abs flexed. His cock stiffened to an iron bar beneath his jeans.
When Adrienne burst through the door, she wasn't the same woman who had left that morning.
Her blouse was unbuttoned halfway, revealing the tops of massive, jiggling tits barely contained by her bra. Her eyes were wide, green, blazing. Her breath came fast, and her skin gleamed like she'd just finished a workout.
"Nick," she moaned, "I don't know what's happening to me. I can't stop thinking about you. I'm wet. I'm soaked. I need you now."
Before he could speak, she dropped to her knees.
"I need to taste you. Right now. Please let me suck your cock. I need your cum, Nick. I need it in my throat."
He unzipped. His cock sprang free--huge, throbbing, impossibly hard. Her eyes went glassy. Her mouth opened in awe.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "You're perfect."
She leaned forward, licking slowly up his shaft. The first touch of her tongue made him groan. Then she took him in--inch after inch, deeper and deeper until her nose brushed his skin. She moaned, swallowing, her throat massaging him like a pro.
Nick grabbed her hair. "Fuck, Adrienne. You feel so good."
She pulled back, gasping. Drool ran down her chin. "Tell me I'm your cum-slut. Tell me I was made for this."
"You are," he growled. "You're my perfect cum-slut. Take it. All of it."
She buried him again. Faster. Hungrier. Her moans were constant, muffled around his cock. Her hand dipped between her legs, fingers disappearing into her soaked pussy.
When he came, she didn't stop. She took it all. Thick streams flooded her throat. She swallowed every drop, moaning in euphoria.
She pulled back, gasping. "More. Please cum on me. I want to feel it."
Nick stood. She leaned back against the couch, pulled her blouse open, and let her breasts bounce free. Her nipples were hard as diamonds.
"Do it," she begged. "Mark me."
He stroked himself, aiming at her face. When the second orgasm hit, it painted her--her tits, her cheeks, her tongue. She giggled as it dripped down her chin.
He dropped to his knees and kissed her deeply, licking his own cum from her lips.
"I'm yours," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him. "I want to be your perfect fucktoy. Forever."
He carried her to the bedroom. She stripped, moaning, revealing her perfect new body. Her tits bounced as she crawled onto the bed, ass in the air.
"Please, baby. Fuck me. Fill me. Cum in me. I don't care where or how--just don't stop."
He entered her in one thrust. Her back arched. She screamed.
"Yes! Yes! Oh my god, yes! Your cock is perfect. Fuck me. Make me yours."
He slammed into her over and over, her cries growing louder, wetter. She came three times in minutes. She begged for more.
"I'll take it in my ass. My throat. Anywhere. Use me, Master."
He flipped her over, her legs hooked behind his back, and drove into her with raw hunger. Her nails clawed the sheets. Her eyes rolled back.
He came again--deep, full, flooding her pussy.
They collapsed together, panting, drenched in sweat and cum.
Master PC's cursor still blinked.
Nick smirked.
This was only the beginning.
Chapter Two: Road Girls
The open road stretched before them, winding westward into heat, hunger, and possibility. Nick drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Adrienne's bare thigh. She was sprawled in the passenger seat in nothing but a red silk robe, her platinum blonde hair tied in a loose ponytail that made her look freshly fucked. Her thighs were parted, pussy glistening from the last hour of teasing.
She had cum three times since they left the driveway.
