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?"
