Apartment 218: A Master PC Story

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mind Control, Drunk/Drugged, Fiction, Science Fiction, MaleDom, Oral Sex, Masturbation, .

Desc: Sex Story: One of Nellie Boman's tenents has aquired a computer program that lets him play with her mind and body.

A Master PC Story

Author's notes: This is a work of erotic fiction intended for the entertainment of adults. All characters are fictional and adult. The Master PC program is the creation of the marvelous author JR Parz and is used in this story with his permission. This story is authorized to be posted at www.storiesonline.net and downloaded for individual use. Publication of this story on any other site or in any other form without the author's permission is strictly prohibited.

Nellie Bowman sat at her kitchen table in apartment 101 of the building she both owned and managed. She was reading a letter to the editor in Reader's Digest, expounding upon the moral decay of American society. She couldn't agree more. She had grown up in this building and managed it since she was 19, and over the past 42 years there had been a steady decline in the quality of people renting here. Many of them she would never have even considered renting to back when her mother was still alive. But times were hard, the neighborhood was in decline, so now she rented to anyone and still had difficulty keeping the place more than two thirds full at any one time.

She was seriously considering selling the old place, when suddenly she knew that she had to go up to apartment 218, Charlie Ryan's apartment. She didn't know why, but she immediately dropped her magazine, left her apartment without even bothering to lock the door and hurried up the stairs. She knocked and her tenant opened the door, an unkept young man with long dark hair and a scraggly beard. He smiled delightedly, as if he had hoped it would be her at the door. It wasn't a response she expected from her tenants.

Nellie thought for an instant that she should claim she had made a mistake, but she knew that she could never lie to this man. She didn't know why, but it just wasn't an option.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," said the landlady. "I'm really not sure why I'm here..."

This made her tenet smile even more broadly.

"That's O.K. Ms. Bowman," replied the man with a wink "I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. Please come in."

She wanted to decline, to go back to her apartment, but instead she walked in and closed the door behind her when he asked her to. She looked around, and was horrified. Every wall was plastered with smut: naked women in incredibly lewd posses doing unspeakable things. What sort of pervert was this man? What was she doing here alone with him? She turned and bolted for the door.

"Oh, don't go yet," said her tenant.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

What was wrong with her?

"Come back here and stand in the middle of the room."

Again, she obeyed.

"Would you like a beer?" asked Charlie Ryan.

"I don't drink." she replied automatically.

"Oh sure you do!" he said, handing her an open bottle. "Drink this down now."

To her amazement, she grabbed the bottle and proceeded to suck down the contents.

"You see," explained her host "I invited you up here because I found this wonderful little program and I wanted to test it out. I didn't believe it, but here you are. And you seem to be doing everything I tell you to. Jump up and down while shouting 'I'm a fucking whore'."

Nellie immediately complied, blushing heavily at the words she was shouting.

"O.K., you can stop. We don't want to do anything to alert the neighbors do we? They might call the landlady on us. Oh, wait--I guess not. Don't do anything to try and escape or call anyone or anything like that, though. We're going to have a really fun evening, and I wouldn't want anything to disrupt it."

Nellie started breathing rapidly, her heart pounding as she realized she couldn't even scream, no matter how much she wanted to. It was then that she noticed the computer. There on the desk was a monitor that displayed a tiny image of herself, spinning. Somehow, she knew that it wasn't just her image; it was her soul, electronically enslaved by her satanic tenant.

She fainted.

When Nellie came to, she was still standing in the middle of the smut-filled room, but Charlie was now sitting at his computer. He turned to her.

"There you go," said her tormentor. "I didn't realize how much I scared you. I fixed that though. Your not scared anymore, are you?"

Nellie was surprised to realize that she wasn't scared at all. She was very confused as to why she was here, doing everything this man told her to do, but the terror she had felt a moment ago was gone completely.

"No, I'm not scared," replied the woman, so puzzled as to where the fear had gone that it took a moment to recognize the anger it had masked. When she did recognize it, however, her fists clenched and her face went red.

"What have you done to me? You have no right, you perverted miscreant! I'll have you thrown out of here--thrown in jail! There are laws against holding a woman against her will!"

She would have shouted, but Charlie had asked her not to alert the neighbors, so her tirade lacked the force she intended.

"Calm down, Nellie dear. It was you who came to visit me, remember? Don't be angry with me."

The anger went the way of the fear, visibly fleeing her face, and Charlie grinned.

"If you relax a little, you just might enjoy this. Before the night is over, you'll thank me."

Nellie couldn't be angry with the young man, but there was no way she would thank him for stealing her freewill unless he made her say it. She was determined to discover how he was controlling her and stop it.

"Now lets make a few physical adjustments." said Charlie, turning back to his computer. "It says here that you're 42. Let's cut that number in half, why don't we."

There was the click of the key board, and then Nellie felt her back suddenly straighten. Her breathing became easier and she generally felt younger. She saw that her hands had become smooth and unblemished, and she touched her face to find it free of wrinkles. Charlie turned to look at her and she saw that the image on the computer screen was now herself as she had looked in her early twenties.

"You were never much to look at, were you?" commented her captor. She blushed and looked down. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not done yet. Not by a long shot."

Charlie continued typing. She felt her hair start to grow at an incredible rate--it was the strangest sensation. On the computer screen she saw her lank, dull hair replaced with lustrous dark curls that reached down her back. As she watched, she felt the weight of it and a lock fell across her face. She ran her fingers through her new mane--it was incredibly soft. Now her face felt strange. She looked to the monitor to see the pinched quality of her face dissolve, her large, pointy nose reduced to something from a Disney heroine. Her cheeks broadened. Her eyes widened and became a more intense shade of green. She felt her face, but it was definitely not her face. She looked around for a mirror.

"Patience, Nellie dear," chuckled Charlie. "I'll let you see the new you once I'm done creating her. There's still the matter of your body."

Nellie looked at the posters on the wall of women with impossibly large breasts--could that be what this pervert had in store for her? She knew that she would dread the next moment if she could. Charlie proceeded to confirm her non-fears.

"Are you wearing a bra?" he queried.

"Of course I am." she replied.

"I only asked 'cause you look like you don't need one" he said with a smirk.

Nellie blushed at his evaluation of her breasts. "Every decent woman should wear proper undergarments." she said, quoting her mother.

"A decent woman wouldn't be alone at night with some degenerate in his apartment, now would she?" chuckled the admitted degenerate. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to remove all of your clothing, ma'am."

Nellie trembled and blushed as she felt herself inevitably remove her gray dress, her slip, her brassiere, her shoes, her stockings, and finally her panties. She stood before her captor completely naked. With one hand she guarded her private place, while she held the other arm across her tiny breasts. Her pale, pasty skin was tinted with a crimson blush that covered her entire body. With her fear and anger gone, her shame and embarrassment felt that much more intense.

"I think I'll let you keep the embarrassment for a while" said Charlie "It's cute!"

He started typing again in earnest. Nellie kept her eyes down, not wanting to see her next humiliation coming. Thus she watched as her scrawny, stick-like legs began to flesh out, with sleek curves, her knees loosing their former knobiness. She looked to see her arms had done the same. She felt, and then saw, her hips broaden, giving her a waist she had never had. Her skin, although still pale, lost its pastiness and gained a healthy glow as various blemishes disappeared. The typing stopped. Nellie was surprised. She had been sure that if he could change her body in so many ways he would have made her breasts larger. She looked up and saw that he was staring at her, anticipatory.

Nellie felt her nipples press hard against the concealing arm, her breasts tingling. She looked to see that, slowly, they were starting to swell. Whereas before they had lain flat against her chest, now they were like two tea cups. With her arm pressed so tightly against them, she actually had cleavage.

And they were still growing.

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