Blurb: Simon gets a hold of the reality-controlling Master PC, but when he lets Sheila take a crack at it, she shows him just how much better she is with it...
Tags: md fd ff cb mc
Chapter 1
"What is free will?" Mrs. Halsey started off the lecture, the first day back from winter break.
The class of Sunnyvale High murmured some indistinguishable response.
"Aristotle said that we have a choice to do something, or not to do something. While others say that it's just programmed into our genetics. We have no real control over what our bodies and brains are programmed to do. And still, others say that our fate is written, and we merely follow along a path under the illusion that we ever had a choice."
Simon paid no attention as he played on his cell phone.
"Simon? Did you find something more interesting? Mind sharing with the rest of the class?" She called him out.
"Just... hang on..." he muttered, not looking up.
"Now listen here," she approached his desk in the back. All the students watched the scene unfold in anticipation of a scolding.
He entered a command. His phone whirred as the app tried to process what he had written.
Mrs. Halsey ceased her advance, turned around with a blank look on her face, and marched right back to the front of the classroom. The students thought nothing of her strange behavior.
"What is free will?" Mrs. Halsey restarted the lecture.
A class of uninterested students only murmured. All except Simon. He was watching intently.
"Aristotle said that we have a choice to do something..."
The fabric of his teacher's loose blouse began to shrink, molding itself to the contours of her body. The bottom hem of her top glued itself to her torso and rose higher and higher, turning into an elastic band just below her breasts. The collar and shoulders also shrank away, revealing more of Mrs. Halsey's chest, until her blouse turned into a tiny blue, tight tube top.
None of the students reacted.
Her new outfit didn't flatter her figure very much, since she had none to speak of, but that wouldn't be the case for long.
Mrs. Halsey's dark ebony skin grew smoother, healthier, perfectly even with no sign of blemishes. Her bare shoulders and arms tightened up, looking both slender and powerful at the same time, silky skin over taut muscle, so inviting to touch.
Her jet-black hair lengthened, strands of midnight silk flowing down her back, perfectly straight, shiny, and fragrant.
Her tube top, which was hugging the flat plains of her torso, began to push outward. Inch by inch. Two spheres of full, well-formed female flesh pressed against it, the upper half of their tanned, luscious slopes growing ever more visible as the thread of the fabric creaked against the new, mighty pressure that Mrs. Halsey's expanding nubile body was exerting.
Her bosom kept growing ever larger, yet it stayed inhumanly perky, no sag to her feminine perfection in spite of their size. Her tight top pressed those tender globes of sensual flesh together, forming a wonderful, deep canyon of cleavage guaranteed to suck in any onlookers' eyes.
And still, no one but Simon seemed to pay any mind to it.
Her tummy lost all traces of fat as her waist cinched up, taking on cartoonishly hourglass proportions. A delicate hint of feminine abdominal muscle showed up subtly whenever Mrs. Halsey made even the smallest movement. Her gorgeous innie belly button was tantalizingly on display amidst all the acres of taut, feminine strength.
Mrs. Halsey's denim jacket turned sheer and translucent, sleeves turning into silk. They were plainly designed to leave her wonderful acres of flesh on display while giving the illusion of maintaining a modicum of decency. Not that any bit of her sensual flesh could be considered decent at this point, by any stretch of the imagination. A pair of cuff bracelets pinned the flowing silk down neatly, letting it billow with every languid movement of her toned arms. Simultaneously, two golden hoop earrings materialized out of thin air, adorning her ears.
"...or a choice not to do something... others have suggested that we are a slave to our masters..."
No one could see it, but from behind her desk, her legs and jeans began to turn ethereal, dissolving into a smoky cone that ended in the mouth of a golden lamp. The billowing puff of cloud swayed back and forth, taking no concrete form, flowing endlessly either into or out of the lamp. It wasn't discernable.
"And still others say that it is just fate, and the universe is designed by a higher power, perhaps named Simon..."
Simon smiled. It was hard to believe this was actually working! And this was small-scale testing. Who would have thought that a program named Master PC could actually warp reality to his whim?
An Interlude
He'd spent last night conjuring up every video game console and a huge collection of games until that grew boring. He conjured up a burger, fries, and coke, and got that too.
Digging into it, he realized just how small he was thinking. What about... a thousand dollars?
No problem. With a few taps, a neat stack of hundred-dollar bills appeared on his desk.
Ten thousand?
Whoa! His cluttered, messy room filled with wads of green paper.
Maybe that was what he needed to fix first.
Simon's room is perfectly clean and tidy. Retroactive reality box checked, whatever that meant.
Poof. His little stash of cash formed a neat pyramid in the corner of his room. All of his newfound video game library was neatly sorted and stowed away. Empty soda cans, plastic bags, moldy, forgotten snacks, all just... gone. Vanished.
He breathed in the clean, fresh air. Maybe he should have done this earlier. But no problem--he'd never have to do it again. In fact, he hadn't done anything in the first place but type some words! Sweet!
Simon glanced at the wallpaper on his desktop monitor, featuring a slender yet buxom blonde elf from one of his video games. There was no way... right?
The elf on Simon's computer will appear in Simon's room in reality.
He looked back up, seeing the fantasy creature actually walking in his computer monitor! And she was moving toward the screen!
Leaning forward, her hands poked through the digital screen first, long, slender fingers gripping the sides of his flat screen LCD.
She poked her head through, greeting him with her otherworldly, slate-grey irises.
Her bare, porcelain shoulders stepped through the portal next, followed by her plump, firm breasts, covered in a skimpy cloth tunic. Her torso soon followed, her long, polished legs not trailing far behind.
She strode across his desk, growing more and more life-size by the second. Sitting at the edge of his desk, legs crossed and swinging idly, her svelte frame smoothly expanding until the slender, sexy creature reached her full slightly-over-six-foot height.
