This story will contain growth, transformation and excessive cum. If you are familiar with Master PC stories, you should know what to expect!
Hard Coded
Chapter 1
"Sooooo, how do you think the project went?"
"Ehh, could've been better. My Tutor basically forced me into a perspective piece using a traditional medium. Says it's to help my grasp of "fundamentals". Not like most drawing software doesn't have perspective tools by default anyway..."
"Well, he may have a point. Gotta learn how to do it properly before you cheat."
"Oh like you're any better! Tell me, in your classical composition, how much of that horn section was you playing, or the computer generating the sounds for you?"
Sam couldn't help but burst into laughter, "That's a completely different thing! I've spent the last month figuring out the sound mixing, learning how to play the trombone was not the point! You, my friend, just want to be lazy."
Jayden could only grunt his response to this. The last few months of university had been grinding away at him. Nothing but criticism and no acknowledgement of how his skills as an artist had grown, now he was sitting in the student cafe with one of his oldest friends waiting for the clock to tick down until he could go and collect his graded portfolio.
"I have no idea why this semester had such a focus on traditional art anyway, I've spent the last 7 years learning traditional art, I was hoping that University would be the time where I actually get to do what I wanted to do."
"I dunno man, I wouldn't exactly call the art we were doing in the last year of high school traditional." Sam smirked over the lip of her coffee cup, "just because the Greeks loved painting cocks onto everything doesn't mean when you do it you get to call it "classical studies"."
Jayden rolled his eyes, sometimes he regretted filling Sam in on his secret money making methods, but was grateful that she hadn't immediately gone out telling everyone she knew that Jayden paid a substantial amount of his bills by drawing porn for a relatively wide audience of degenerates on the internet. His social circles were small enough as it was, especially compared to Sam's. He wasn't sure his reputation could take it, and he knew he'd never live it down if his parents ever found out.
Sam had been his best friend for as long as he could remember, back when she used to be cute little Samantha, with curly auburn locks and braces. Just over 8 years later and little Samantha had turned into Sam, the big hearted, broad shouldered tomboy, who for some reason Jayden was yet to fathom, had decided to stick around with him even to this day. She'd grown up to be tall, attractive, funny and well built in all the places that it mattered, and yet here she was sat with him wearing her too-large camo patterned army jacket and obscure metal band t-shirt that did to flatter her figure that Jayden knew she was hiding.
Jayden had harboured a secret crush on Sam for years, but was much too terrified to actually do anything about it. Instead he'd buried those feelings down for fear of somehow ruining their friendship should anything ever go wrong. Sam was the one person he actually felt he could be open with, and he wasn't about to go and jeopardise that.
He set his own hot chocolate down on the table and looked around the cafe. The entire building was filled with nervous students waiting to receive their graded work. Some sat with the telltale nervous jitters, while others sat in a state of serene calm with a sour, pungent odour clinging to their clothes. Jayden for one was doing his absolute best not to vibrate out of his chair, while Sam was either so supremely confident that her work would get top marks, or she was well practised enough to hide the weed stench.
Jayden's phone buzzed on the table next to his laptop. Multiple heads around the cafe all turned in his direction, even Sam was craning her neck to see the notification. As all the other disappointed heads turned back to whatever it was they were doing, Jayden opened the message. It was his turn now.
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Sam hadn't said anything as he stood up, just patted his shoulder as he passed. He'd walked in a daze across the lobby, through the hallways and up the elevator until he arrived at the top floor or the squat building that housed the lecture halls. Small offices lined the hallway, and A4 pages had been taped onto the outside of each one, bearing the name of whichever tutor sat inside.
Jayden passed several other students, all in various levels of disassociation. He could feel his own heart pounding inside of his chest as he came up to the end of the hall. The note on the door read "Paul Winton - Fine Art". Jayden swallowed down his nerves in a gulp, and knocked on the door.
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Jayden practically flopped through his front door, dumping his enormous portfolio in the hall and making straight for his bedroom. Not even bothering to flip the lights, he collapsed onto his bed, and took comfort in the familiarity. He clutched the plastic wallet that held his paperwork tight. He hadn't let it go since leaving the meeting, feeling that letting go would mean it was over, and he had to move on from what he'd heard.
He'd passed, but barely. His ego was but a few cracks away from shattering and he was fairly certain his heart hadn't gone lower than 100 bpm since leaving the office. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and after a few moments of trying to grab it over his own back with his left hand, he reluctantly let go of the file and pried it from his pocket with his right. He answered the call, and numbly pressed the phone to his ear.
"Mmmmuh" was the best he could mumble out with his face pressed firmly into the bed sheets.
"That bad huh?" came Sam's voice.
"Mmmhhmmm."
"C'mon, it can't be that bad! If it was, I was pretty sure I'd have found you standing by the canal throwing away your sketchbooks."
An awkward silence stretched between them for a few moments longer than it ought to have, until Sam awkwardly conceded, "Okay fine it was the first place I checked. Look, why don't you come over here, we can get pizza and play some video games."
Jayden rolled onto his back to clear his mouth, "I take it that means you got good enough grades that you don't need to wallow in your own self pity?"
"Well, that could have something to do with it. C'mon, Lewis is here as well, it'll be fun."
"Nah, you should go celebrate, don't need me bringing you down. Plus, if I wanted to sit in second hand weed smoke and have your brother make passes at me it's not exactly like I need a special occasion just for that. I'd just call that a regular Wednesday."
"It's not his fault you've got a cute butt, Jay."
"Curse my alluring backside." Jayden grumbled.
"There you go! Just focus on the positives! Sure your grades might not be where you want them, but at least you've got an ass that makes most of the rest of the campus jealous, and a small community of online freaks that pay you to draw genitals larger than should be reasonable."
"I know you're just saying this to cheer me up, but thanks."
"I am many things, but a liar is not one of them."
"That's true, you are an awful liar."
"Can't be great at everything I'm afraid. Anyway I'm going to leave you to your moping so I can find my nicest jacket and trashiest dress. Going to see what I manage to bring home with me. Catch you Friday morning?"
"Sure. Have fun."
"Always!" she cheered, and hung up.
Jayden let his arm fall back down to his side and stared up at his ceiling. Sam had a weird way of making him feel better about himself. It was true that even though his tutors and professors did basically nothing but criticise and degrade his art, he got nothing but positive feedback from his online followers. Well, positive feedback and the occasional death threat, but he'd been on the internet long enough to have saved himself a bank of memes to send back in response to stop himself from spiralling.
With a groan, Jayden pushed himself up from the bed. It had been a long day, and carrying his heavy portfolio all the way back to his apartment building and up the 7 flights of stairs had been enough for him to break out into a sweat. Being a computer bound fetish artist meant sacrificing certain things, and one of those was any sort of motivation to get himself to the gym. Sam had been trying to convince him to come along with her, but the thought of seeing her in a tank top or gym shorts had made that decision for Jayden. It was far too risky.
He turned on the shower and began to undress himself, ready to end his day in a baggy t-shirt and oversized pyjama pants, the perfect end to a shitty day. He stepped into the spray and tilted his head, letting the arrhythmic pattering of the shower water wash away his anxiety ridden thoughts and ease him into a calmer mind. He lazily let his head tilt over towards his mirror, and caught sight of himself in the misted up reflection.
He'd always been a little bit sensitive about his body. While he wasn't fat by any means, he knew he had a definite amount of chub in certain places. Sam had consistently insisted that he was cute, standing a little under 5' 4" with a slightly more feminine build than average. It was like Sam and Jayden had swapped their expected proportions, her being nearly a full head taller than him, and his eyes being perfect nip height. Not that he'd considered that fact already. Definitely not.
