Disclaimer:
This story is purely fictitious and not suitable for anyone that is below the legal age in their country to view pornographic material. All characters involved in the story are either the age of eighteen or older, and belong to myself. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Reader discretion is advised.
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Another one.
"Another one?"
Did I stutter?
"No, I, uh..."
What?
"You're being forceful..."
And?
"And, uh... I'm not used to it."
Good.
"Good?"
Good.
"... Another one it is, then."
Get ready, folks.
"Seriously..."
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Master PC: Selfcest
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Chapter 2:
"Just Another Lazy Morning"
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A thin sunbeam peaked out from an opening fold of Jessie's black-out window curtains, landing right on the hungover girl's closed eye and causing her to stir awake. She let out a long, weary yawn and slowly sat up from her couch. Jessie rubbed her eyes and then stretched her arms, feeling a strange sense of padding between her butt and the sofa itself.
When Jessie looked down at her body, her big brown eyes shot open as memories of last night broke past the proverbial dam that had been holding them back. Two big, perky tits were jiggling around in a loose white tank-top while her hips flared out from her thin waist into her wide, bouncy butt and perfectly smooth, bubbly thighs, which were covered by a pair of form-fitting grey yoga pants. She snapped her head to the side towards where her laptop lay on the coffee table, still open and running Master PC, right where she'd left off.
"Holy shit."
Jessie whispered, her gaze turning to the floor between the table and couch, stunned by how many empty cans of beer cluttered up in a lengthy pile down below. How much did she end up drinking last night, she wondered as she brought up a hand and slapped her forehead in shock.
She vaguely remembered doing something with Master PC along the lines of being able to drink as much as she wants without negatively affecting her health and had completely eliminated the need to ever use the bathroom again. But after that, things became fuzzy. Like,
really
fuzzy. Before all of that, however, Jessie had a memory of texting her coworker Trish about going out for the night with her and a few work friends. She was all for it at the time, hornier than she'd ever been in her entire life and wanting to show off her new, rockin' body, but her fears of crowds and an overwhelming sense of anxiety ruined it all, causing Jessie to call up Trish not long after to say that she suddenly and severely twisted her ankle while getting ready.
Trish had been more accepting that Jessie anticipated, but it all worked out for the best, she thought. Hell, Trish even said that she'd tell the boss tomorrow about it, telling her not to worry about coming into work the next day and to keep off of her ankle for some time. It was strange really, considering Trish and Jessie weren't all that close of friends, but the tired, still half-drunk girl didn't mind starting her weekend early.
Given that her pussy still had a dull and lingering ache from being dissatisfied with her late-night fingering sesh, part of her wished that she actually would've gone out and went wild with her new figure, but the other, more rational part of her mind now knew that she wasn't thinking clearly at the time. Jessie couldn't imagine all of the trouble she could've gotten into,
especially
if she wound up inviting anyone back to the apartment. If they'd have gotten their hands on the program, there's no telling what kind of horrors could've been inflicted onto her and anyone else they sought their sights on...
Jessie had a good heart, for the most part, and couldn't imagine using Master PC to play around with anyone else's body and mind without their consent. She barely trusted herself to only fool around with her own body now that she knew how good it felt to change a few things here and there, but didn't trust anyone in her life to have the same sort of conscience if they knew what all it was capable of. Hell, just a simple: "Everyone had to do what I say no matter what", or "I can do no wrong in the eyes of others" from another individual could have horrible, powerful consequences that she herself would be powerless to do anything about with little effort on the other party's part.
She shook her head and tried to break her streak of overthinking, ultimately glad that all was well and that she'd come to her senses before a silly mistake had been made.
Jessie then stood up from the couch and stretched her new, curvy body, reflexively tensing up and relaxing muscles spread across her body that weren't there before her initial alterations. It felt nice, and the lack of a headache with her declining blood-alcohol level was a godsend. It wasn't wasn't until she turned and began walking towards the hallway when she realized that there were low crackling sounds and delicious aromas coming from her kitchen, instantly seeing a cute bombshell of a brunette standing in front of the stove cooking breakfast.
It was then Jessie foggily remembered that she may have done a few other things with Master PC last night aside from using it to wish for an outrageous amount of beer in her fridge, as well as the ability to successfully drink it all.
"You're awake." The woman said in an emotionless tone and with a half-smile, using a spatula to flip over the strips of bacon that was sizzling to a crisp in the pan over an oven burner. "Breakfast is almost ready, Mistress."
She was dressed in the same long-sleeved top and pajama bottoms that Jessie put on after getting home from work, which had apparently resized to fit the proportions of the woman wearing them. Which, Jessie might add, were the exact same measurements she currently sorted herself. But most notably, she looked like Jessie's nonexistent twin sister, or rather,-
"A c-clone?" Jessie stuttered in a terror-stricken whisper, remembering the final command that she'd drunkenly entered into Master PC before deciding to finally sleep. "That's right... I made a clone of myself."
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- Five Hours Ago -
[Asoon as i fell aselep an excact clone of me will appeer. She's nothing but good intetions for me, and cn;t fell anu emotons, and will dp whtevr I say]
Right after Jessie sloppily punched the Enter key with her index finger, a boxed warning appeared on screen, to which she rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration.
The message stated:
"User's Blood-alcohol levels are drastically above average."
"Correcting command inaccuracies."
[As soon as I fall asleep, an exact clone of myself will appear. She has nothing but good intentions for me, can't feel any emotions, and will do whatever I say.]
"Is this the command you intended to send?"
"Duhhh." Jessie sighed, then pressed the Enter key again as she was laying across the couch with one of her smooth, meaty legs lifted up and thrown over the back of the couch. "Shtupid program."
Unfortunately, and to Jessie's growing annoyance, another warning message appeared:
"Note: This version of Master PC cannot directly create organic, conscious life. However, this command may succeed if the program were to merge minor pockets of two parallel timelines within the immediate multiverse upon execution."
"Would you like to proceed?"