Four
On the subway to work the next day, Nat had a newfound sense of serenity, having the world on a string, so-to-speak, and having had an amazing fuck with his hot Russian neighbor the night before. At the same time, his mind was racing, thinking about the possibilities, almost responsibilities, he had at his fingertips. He couldn't stop forming lists and having little daydreams as if he was storyboarding for an amazing sex-filled film he was writing. Some of his plots were small, fun exploits but there were also really big ideas, not just for his own benefit but perhaps the benefit of the world. And all the while, he feared greatly the repercussions of, either someone else having a copy of this program or getting a hand on his copy, or the potential for the snowballing of problems that he couldn't foresee, given the immense power of this device.
Nat had already made the realization that going into the office and continuing his desk job was kind of pointless, given his new discovery, but he thought it might be a good place to maintain a base of operations and also maintain a "cover," in the event that any authorities became wise to his activities. Plus, he had some ideas for some things he might want to do at his office with certain people.
Nat walked into his building, a new man, laptop in tow. As he entered, the office secretary smiled and said, "Hey Nathaniel. You're looking good today!"
Nathaniel remembered his body had changed a lot since yesterday. "Thanks Judy, must be the new workout routine." As he passed by Jennifer's desk she gave him a once over, unable to produce the normal biting remark.
"Cat got your tongue?" said Nathaniel. She rolled her eyes. Nathaniel thought,
pretty soon, we'll have to take care of that attitude of yours.
He looked across the floor to his boss's office who gave him a nod, once again expressing his gratitude for yesterday's favor. Nat thought,
the gratitude should be all mine. All mine...
The first thing Nat did when he sat down was pull up his boss, Mitch's profile. He wrote in the command field: "You will give Nat his space, at all times, and not question his productivity. Any questions you have for him can be fielded over email. Any new work should be pawned off onto the interns, for the time being."
He wanted to make sure his co-workers wouldn't be questioning him either, but he didn't really feel like entering each person, individually. At the bottom of the screen he noticed there was a help button and clicked on it. An overlay window popped up that said, "Ask me anything about the Master PC program. You can use plain english."
Nat gave it a shot. "Can I affect a whole group of people, at once?"
Like a chat tech support agent, the machine responded. "Yes, Nat. In the group commands page, you can specify a radius of affected people or you can enter a shared attribute." Nat was floored. This is amazing, he thought.
He went to the group commands page and entered, "employees of McMichael & Mannes". And then under command he entered, "you will not think it odd that Nat is spending more time on his laptop, or that he has less work assigned to him than everybody else. You won't find anything to be particularly out-of-the-ordinary in the office regarding any other employee's behavior or your own. You'll slowly start to find Nat to be one of your favorite people at the office and you'll try hard to respect his space and please him, whenever possible. Whenever you look at Nat's computer screen you will just see a generic spreadsheet." To test these new commands he pulled up Arthur, a young intern from the office and commanded him to take off his shirt and tie. Arthur began unbuttoning and then taking off his shirt. People looked up and noticed but then they just looked back down, as if it was normal. Nat smiled to himself. He sent another intern, Jesse, to go bring him a six-pack of beer and a sandwich. "Why not?" he thought.
Finally, Nat was feeling like his housekeeping was out of the way. He decided to focus his attention on his main distraction in the office, Jennifer. He pulled up her profile and started poking around. Under "Traits" he found that her sex drive was thirty per cent more active than the average female. He turned that up to fifty. He found a field that allowed the user to search for "relationship traits" of a subject, so he put in his own name and it turned out she was already mildly attracted to him. Nat increased her attraction by 1.5 percent. He also saw that she felt mildly antagonistic towards him, which was obvious, but he decided, for fun, to leave that trait as-is.
He then looked at Jennifer's physical attributes. She was currently 5'6 with 28B bra size. Nat changed that to 5'8 and gave her 28DD breasts. He also increased her areola size and puffiness and made them darker and more sensitive. He brought down her body fat a touch, pulled in her waist a couple sizes, and increased the tissue in her buttocks while keeping it sculpted and tight. He commanded that she would notice these changes as subtle differences, not to be alarmed about, but rather, to be appreciated. Her new breasts would turn her on and yet she'd feel like they were being underappreciated without a lover. She'd have some inclination to believe that Nat would be fun if he wasn't so annoying, but that it wouldn't really be worth it to brighten up his day trying to get her rocks off.
He commanded that she would relinquish her feelings of needing to get work done today, but if Nat approached her about any particular project, she would feel obliged to consent. If Nat makes sexual advances on her she will pretend to object, but secretly be totally submissive to his needs, hoping to give him pleasure in a variety of ways. At this point, any verbal commands that Nat makes will be obeyed with utter loyalty. With a single touch to the flesh, Nat's cock will become the object of her every need and desire and she'll realize the anxiety she felt on a regular basis was the void of Nat in her life.
Finally, after having taking slack from her for several years, now he felt the desire to maybe get a little rough, if the situation arose. He gave her a stronger resilience to physical contact and every time she was abused, in any way, by Nat, she would grow to like the feeling even more. She would become an expert in pleasuring a man and would be receptive to large objects in her orifices while not getting stretched out. Finally, she'd have a budding obsession with cum, and although she'd never explored it before, she would think that Nat would be a great new candidate to donate some sperm to her cause.
Nat pressed enter. Jennifer suddenly noticed the changes happening in her body. She saw her boobs grow and push out her shirt. As the fabric stretched it rubbed against her nipples and it felt amazingly erotic. She looked down at her much larger rack and felt excited and slightly proud of her tits. And although she didn't know why this was happening, it didn't bother her, except that she wanted to share them with somebody else.
She looked around the office to see if anybody else was noticing these changes and they all seemed to be business-as-usual. She looked over at Nat, as should would often do throughout the day. He sat with his back to her. He was actually a pretty handsome guy, and she hadn't noticed before but he was pretty muscular and in good shape. It was just that she had always found him to be kind of irritating, probably because he was a lot artsier and a little more spiritual than her. She thought he was nerdy or maybe had a superiority complex and so she gave him shit instead. But at the same time, she walked around the city with so much pent-up sexual energy and hadn't found a man in a while (probably because she was so high-strung). Particularly today, she was feeling very horny. She almost wanted to go rub one out in the bathroom just to focus more. But on second thought, maybe it wasn't all that important to get work done.
She looked at Nat's muscular back and thought, he could probably help her out with her predicament. Her pussy started to get moist, and she continued to get aroused off of the feeling of her nipples against her silk blouse. But still, Nat was annoying and she couldn't give him the ego boost of letting him know she had a thing for him. So, instead, she just tried to preoccupy herself with a game of minesweeper.
Five or ten minutes later, Jennifer was startled by the sound of Nat's voice. "Minesweeper? Really?"
She turned around to look him. His face was more handsome than she remembered. "Go away, please," she said with a smirk and then another eye roll.
"Looks like you're kind of popping out of your shirt there," Nat said playfully, taking the chance to admire the view of her ample cleavage.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" she exclaimed. She was secretly flattered that he'd noticed her new prize possessions, but what kind of asshole says that shit aloud.
"Hey, so Mitch needs us to go upstairs and scout out the recently opened-up third floor for a possible expansion that the partners are considering."
Jen had no idea there was a possible expansion on the table, but she obviously wasn't doing anything and Nat was technically her superior, so she agreed, hesitantly. "Whatever."
"You might want to pull down your skirt a little." The height adjustment must have gone mostly to her legs and now her skirt was barely covering her thighs. He could see the bottom of her lacy, navy-colored panties poking out for a brief second.
Jen grabbed at her shirt and scoffed, slightly embarrassed, hoping he hadn't seen the damp spot. "You're disgusting."
"Let's go. I don't have all day," Nat said as he turned around, not even waiting for her to get up.
Five
As they climbed the stairs to the third floor, Nat thought about some of outlandish commands he had just given Jennifer. In general, he was very nice to women - at times, too nice. He had role-played occasionally in the bedroom with a girlfriend, doing light spanking or choking or dirty talk, but the idea of doing something like this in real-life was totally awesome. His penis would be rock solid right now, if he wasn't controlling it with his mind. He made sure to keep practicing restraint and being sensitive, but he already had seen that Jennifer had a propensity for fantasies about submission and rough sex so he wasn't worried about shocking her too much. Plus, pretty soon she'd be worshipping his manhood, so it was only a matter of time.
When they got up to the third floor, Nat opened the door for Jennifer and as she went through he gave her a little pat on her ass.
"What the fuck has gotten in to you?" she said as she twisted her face.
"I just happened to notice that that butt of yours was looking extra bootylicious today and I wanted to make sure it made it through the door."
She did actually notice the same thing about her ass as she sat in the chair and had been kind of anxious to get home later and get naked in front of the mirror. But Nat had no right to act like that and she wasn't gonna pretend to be OK with it.
As Jen was just starting to turn back downstairs in protest, Nat put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Move along, Jennifer." Suddenly she felt the desire to listen to his command. As she moved through the door this time, it felt pleasing to do what he had asked. It even made her tingle a little and she kind of jiggled her hips as she walked, just to let him know she was in full compliance.
They walked around the vacant office floor, dusty and void of furniture, with large, slightly clouded-over windows.
"He specifically wanted us to get photos of the corner office where he'd be moving to," said Nick. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the somewhat baffled and flustered Jennifer. He knew that because of the commands he set she would be very ambivalent, her mind being opposed to the actions of her body, her desires not matching up with her normal self-image. And, all-along, she would continue to be more turned on than usual.
