The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Title: Master PC: High-Definition Broadcast

Premise: using Master PC to ‘improve’ broadcast quality

“You can work from the beach house; it will be just like working from our house, but we will be able to have fun while you work!” was the sales pitch I received from my wife. “I guess if the WiFi is working and there aren’t any meetings, then there really isn’t any difference,” was my response, and so the trip to the Outer Banks was planned. Once we are there, and it was time for me to “go to work”, I sat down with my laptop, connected to the network and began to check email and the status of my various programs. The family woke up, got their coffee and breakfast, then prepared for the day’s activities: today, it was a day at the beach, and I was on my own for lunch. They were going to return in time for dinner.

Once everyone had cleared out, I stopped working and started up my webcam software, logged in, and started a broadcast. I didn’t have many fans: not even 40 women ‘followed’ my shows, and most of them were basic-level members, without the ability to send tips. There were a handful that did, and I enjoyed performing for them, but their appearances in my room were far and few between. As the show progressed, I had a few basic-level fans stop by, make a comment or two about what they wanted me to do, then depart, leaving me wanting more. Then, out of the blue, I get a private message from an ID that I didn’t recognize. It read: “Hey, nice show, but I am thinking you don’t want ‘nice’... click this link”, and a hyperlink appeared. I tried to do some analysis of the URL, but I kept running into dead ends, except for the phrase “Master PC”

It took a few moments to download the Master PC program. Once my laptop finished downloading the program and scanning it for viruses, I clicked on the file, and a simple splash screen appeared. “Welcome to Master PC”, it read. “With this program, you can change the world around you. Effects can be temporary or permanent, use with caution”. I start thinking this is some kind of joke, but hey, I thought I would play along. I pressed “Start”, and the splash screen was replaced by a 3D model of myself, sitting down. “That’s crazy,” I thought, and I moved the laptop off of my lap onto a nearby table so I could stand up for a moment. As I moved, the model on the screen moved to match. “Okay”, I thought, “Let’s see what this can do...", and I entered a simple command:

After I pressed “Enter”, I felt my body transforming: my legs and arms began more defined, my stomach tightened, and my ass nearly disappeared as the command took effect. “Whoa...” I said aloud, and I ran to the bathroom to admire the changes. Once I returned to the computer, I typed in a few more commands:

“No male-pattern baldness for me, or haircuts!” I chuckled, then I remembered I was still broadcasting. “Let’s see about improving my appeal online”, I said as I began to improve my webcam image:

I pressed “Enter”, then pulled down my shorts to see the effects. “Now we’re talking...” I said as my cock nearly doubled in length and width before my eyes. My abs also responded, tightening and reshaping themselves until they resembled those seen on male underwear models. I started stroking my transformed member, and I could see that my viewership started ticking up: 2, 5, 11, 20, 45. I was reading the comments out loud: “Love your cock”, “want to ride you so bad”, “where are you?? want you now!". I turned on my tipping agent, and heard a cacophony of chimes as horny women were “making it rain” with digital cash. I was so involved with myself, with the fans, with the emails from women telling me what they wanted to do with my body, and showing my pictures of theirs, that I failed to notice that an SUV had pulled up, that a car door had been closed, that Denise, my brother’s wife had entered the beach house from the other side. At least, I hadn’t noticed until she walked into the room where I was performing.

“What the hell are you doing?” my sister-in-law yelled once she caught sight of me standing in the middle of the room, shorts at my ankles, laptop sitting on the chair, and my hands on my cock. I looked at her, then looked down at the MPC console, and saw that a new image had appeared, one that matched Denise’s description, right down to the hands at her hips. I lunged forward, and hit the “Pause” button next to her 3D model, rendering her motionless. With a moment to breathe and think, I typed in a few commands:

I hit “Enter”, then pressed the “Pause” button again, and what was a face of disgust and horror was changed to a neutral expression. “Hey there. I forgot my sunscreen... wouldn’t want to get burnt,” she said nonchalantly, as she walked past my nearly-nude form to her bedroom to fetch the aforementioned lotion. I felt my member twitch as I watched her walk by, the years of seeing her in either bikinis or wrapped in a towel after a shower returned to my mind. She was wearing a sheer cover-up with a black bikini underneath, which accentuated her shapely breasts and ass. I bent down and issues a few more commands:

I pressed “Enter” just as Denise emerged from the back of the house. “You’re looking good there, Greg. You know... I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you... never had the opportunity to tell you about it... or show you...", shw said as her desire and modesty start changing. She takes a step closer, and runs her fingers of her right hand down my back, as she pulled at the wrap covering her swimsuit with her left. As the one hand removed the cloth, her other hand reached my ass, and she cupped it sensually. “I’ve seen how you look at me... do you like what you see now?” she said as her hands squeezed my cheeks and her breasts at the same time. “Yes, I have always thought you were sexy, Denise. would you like to have some fun?” as I reached over to pop one of her nipples out from under her bikini top. “Oooh... that would be great!” cooed Denise, as she drops to her knees and starts to rub and lick my enhanced member. “Mmmmmm,” is all she can say as she attempted to encompass the head of my cock in her mouth. I adjusted the laptop to give the audience a better view of the fellatio show, as well as her C-cup tits, long since freed from her bikini top.

Denise gave up on getting the head into her mouth, and settled on licking and sucking on the rim, the shaft, and the hole, all the while moaning as she plunged a hand between her legs to work her pussy. After 15 minutes of this, and a flood of tips on the webcam, we moved to a nearby bedroom. Denise was unable to keep her hands off of me, or herself, as I set up the laptop to get a clear view of the bed. “Why don’t you take a ride on my pole?” I suggested as I laid down, my rigid member standing at attention, still wet from her fellatio. “Oh, yeah...” she purred as she practically leaped onto my shaft, working each fraction of an inch into her on each downstroke, until I felt her cervix on the tip of my cock. I reached over to the computer, and typed a few commands:

I pressed “Enter”, and felt her stuffing more and more of me between her legs until I could see the outline my shaft through her abdomenal wall. At the same time, her breasts jumped in size from C cup to something in the F or H range, as they adjusted to her level of horniness. She slowly worked the entire length in and out of her, moaning and pawing her expanding tits with wild abandon. The more she moaned, the larger they got, until it became difficult to see her face due to the immense mounds of titflesh. After 10 minutes of riding my pole, I could sense Denise was getting tired, so I lifted her up and off of me, then eased her onto her back, her beach-ball sized udders flopping to either side of her body. I altered the configuration on the broadcast from ‘man’ to ‘couple’ and allowed other couples to watch us, then proceeded to refill Denise until my balls were brushing against her ass. I could tell the change in position was good for her, as her tits started growing again, until they were roughly the size of pillows, with her nipples brushing against her thighs. I reached down to pinch them, which caused her to squeal in delight while my hands were slapped back as the boost in arousal caused her now 3-inch nipples to stand at full erection, while her areola expanded to dinner-plate proportions, I flipped the mental switch to allow me to orgasm, sending a white torrent into her already-punished snatch. Her abdomen swelled to nine-month pregnant dimensions as her body attempted to hold all of the seed I had just planted.

I pulled out of her, which allowed the pressurized semen to burst from between her labia like a fountain. This was accompanied with an ear-splitting scream from somewhere under the twin mammary mountains. Once my hearing returned, I could tell her euphoria was receding as her tits began shrinking back to more human proportions. I knew that if I didn’t make some changes to her, she would become pregnant very quickly, so I reached over to the computer and typed this in:

Between the orgasm and the stress of her body transformations, Denise had passed out in a pool of my spunk. I went to the linen closet and obtained some towels to soak it up and start cleaning us off. I glanced at the laptop to find a solid stream of tips, and well over a dozen emails from fans providing pictures, phone numbers, addresses, presumably wanting a similar experience. I filed them all away for future research, thanked everyone for their patronage and generosity, and shut down the broadcast. I carried her into the shower, propped her up against the wall, and cleaned off the layers of pussy juice and cum from her body. Her breasts started growing again when I directed the showerhead to her crotch, but they receded soon enough. I got Denise dried and dressed, then entered the following commands into Master PC:

I took the laptop back to where I was working, and left Denise to wake on her own. After a few minutes, I hear her stumbling through the house. “You allright?” I called out. “Yeah... Wow, I didn’t realize how badly I needed a nap...” she replied as she entered the room, her hair going every-which-way after I tried to dry it off from the shower. “Are you still going to the beach?” I asked. “No, I’d rather stay and keep you company...” she purred as she proceeded to take off her clothes, just before her breasts started expanding again. I just smiled and thought, “Guess I’m not getting much work done today...”

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