Master PC - Cally's Journey - 01

Chapter 1 - Turning the Tables

God, sex was like ... just soooo AWESOME!! Cally thought as she lay sprawled across Timmy's bed. She couldn't remember ever having had sex like that before ... never. As a matter of fact ... had she even had sex before?

Cally scrunched up her nose in the most adorable fashion and pursed her rich pink lips in deep thought as she grappled with that elusive thought. I was all ... kinda like blurry ... like at the corners of her thinking thingee but she couldn't quite get a hold of it.

That thought sent a giggle through her. She certainly had gotten a hold of Timmy ... yep ... gotten a hold of and hadn't let go until he's sprayed her all over with sticky awesome cum like a billion zillion times. God ... sex was just soooo awesome!!!

Having the disturbing thought banished from her mind Cally's thoughts drifted to more important matters ... like how long would it take Timmy to get the fuck out of the bathroom? Her cunny had been empty ... like for minutes and she was getting sooo horny all over again.

Whining, she gently ran her palms over her pink erect nipples. She couldn't remember when they had ever felt that good ... as a matter of fact, her whole body felt so good, so alive, so excited ... . Pinching and tugging on both her pleasure buttons ... then grinding them into her ... god ... her ... titties ... yep her titties ... yeah ... that felt even better.

God, it was sooo GOOD, thought Cally as she whimpered with need ... But it's not ENOUGH ... Oh ... CALLY NEEDS TO FUCK!!!

That word disturbed her for a moment ... it just seemed ... unladylike ... a thought that sent more giggles through her. After all, sluts lived to fuck. Whores did it for money, but Cally was the luckiest girl ever coz she was both!!! Course, Timmy was a freebie ... he'd always be a freebie coz ... it just was.

Another disturbing thought about that rushed to the front of her mind, but it was instantly met with another surge of need that sent it scurrying away in feeble protest. By now Cally had one hand so deeply imbedded in her cunny that it felt like it was all the way inside, 'cept for the thumb that was pressing remorselessly on her clit. Her free hand was pulling hard on her nipples when it wasn't savagely mauling her breasts but as totally AWESOME as it was, it still just wasn't enough!!!

Desperately, she looked around Timmy's room ... there just had to be something, something she could use. The place was a disaster, but it was Timmy's which made it just, like the perfect place to fuck, but while the thought of wrapping Timmy's dirty underway around her face until all she could smell was his amazing like ... smell, that wasn't going to be enough, and the room was a bit short on other "tools". And then she saw it.

There, lying on the wall behind Timmy's desk was a ... bat thing ... yeah ... a baseball bat.

That thought brought another series of giggles to Cally's lips. Having a ball with a base-BALL bat ... get it? God it was just hilarious!!

Making her way over to the bat, Cally quickly sat in the chair behind the desk, and with a squeal of delight, began to work the head of the long aluminum substitute cock into her pussy. She knew she was "tight" but somehow, she also knew that with enough work, she could make it fit and GOD would it be good once it got in there. That's when she noticed Timmy's laptop, she noticed it coz of the picture of the hot girl rotating on the screen.

"Ceooowllll" she said admiring the pic. There were two of them actually, but the other one was of this skinny flat chested geeky girl with glasses who was totally not hot at all, but the other ... well. She wasn't like, into girls or anything but she knew how to scope out the competition, and, like, this totally hot girl on Timmy's thingee was, like real competition.

She looked the other girl over carefully; getting kinda jealous until she notice the big-breasted cutie on the screen looked an awful lot like her, even down to the pink nails and lips. After a few more moments of furious thinking, she finally realized that the pic of the girl wasn't a lot like her, it was like, TOTALLY her!!!

GAWD, Timmy must have to total thing for me or what. I wonder if he was like making a pic of me so he could ... like think about fucking me when I'm not here? Cally thought, imagining Timmy sitting right here jacking off to her pic on the screen. It was almost enough to make her cum. But why do that if he can, like fuck me whenever he wants???

Her brain grappled with that one for a few more moments until she thought, Or mebe it's like a toy ... something that will like ... make him fuck me more?

That thought had a certain appeal and managed to catch her attention for a while ... almost, almost to the exclusion of worming that baseball bat deeper into her murderously stretched cunt. Anyway, Cally liked compu ... comp ... like ... like the things that made those cewl pics. She was good at them too ... though she couldn't like quite remember how to work them ... still ... if it might help Timmy fuck her ... or make him want to more ... well ... after all, what else could it be?

Brushing a golden blonde strand of silky hair away from her eyes, Cally began to examine the images more closely. Most of them were words she didn't quite understand and yet knew she should. She knew somehow they were important but she just didn't have the patience or the desire to figure them all out.

On the other hand, there were these pretty lines right next to the picture. Most of them were like a pretty pink all the way from left to right, but a few were mostly a dull blue. Cally liked the pretty pink ones, the blue was just dull ... not even a shiney latex like blue ... just totally borriingg.

Cally thought for a bit as she wormed the bat ever deliciously deeper into her cunt. Now how to make the dull blue lines become pretty pink ... she thought and thought and thought until a good through that didn't have to do with baseball bats, nipple clamps or Timmy's cock made its way to the front of her brain.

"Oh yes ... I remember. You have to take the mousey thing over to the thingee where the blue and pink meet, then ... click ... and ... drag? ... yeah ... drag until it's all pretty pick too!" she said as she took her free hand, found the mouse thing and dragged the first blue bar until it was all pink. She did the same thing with a couple of the other boring blue things until it all looked so much better.

Pleased with herself, she squealed in delight for a moment and then, finally getting bored, began to turn her attention back to the bat and her titties until something began to flash on the screen and the compu thingee started to softly beep. It was like, so totally annoying. How was a girl supposed to cum with flashy lights and beepy sounds. Agitated, she took the mousey thing, moved it over to the flashy thing and began to click all over it.

"Go away flashy thing," she said with some agitation, "Cally needs to CUM!!"

She clicked a bunch more times and the flashy thing changed again and again but didn't go away until, suddenly, in a single instant, Cally's world changed.

"oh my gwad!" she said in a voice much too high and air-headed to be her own. "Oh my Gwad!" she said looking wide eyed down at the almost totally foreign body that was now her own. "OH ... MY ... GWAD!!!" she said as the events of the past few hours suddenly snapped into crystal clear focus.

This was just ... impossible ... things like this couldn't happen. She stared at the images on the screen, one a completely accurate image of her actual body, the other, a teenage boy's wet dream of what the perfect slut should look like, the body she now unmistakably wore.

It was impossible ... there was no way anything, much less a laptop computer could do anything like this. But then a thought occurred to her, then several more and then more, all postulating ways in which it could, in fact, possibly be done.

That made her gasp almost as much as the image of her current body did. She'd been smart before, very smart and one of the best research librarians in the city, but now things just seemed to fit together in a perfect symmetry as if the pieces of a puzzle had simply snapped into place.

She looked with interest at the computer screen once again. The pretty pink bars that she had seen before were in fact attributes, one of which was labeled intelligence and it was glowing a steady pink along its entire length.

Tim must have set it really low ... and when I changed things from dull blue to bright pink ...

It was hard to accept ... but somehow the program on this computer had truly changed her ... and it just seemed so clear now ... . What lay on Tim's desk was no more than an interface, but it was an interface that controlled awesome power, and Tim had used it to ...

The anger, when it came, was as immense as it was powerful ... How dare that stinking little worm DARE do this to ME!!! To ME!!!!! Cally wanted to blot the little worm for existence, grind him into a puddle of goo but ... no ... there were better ways.

The interface for the program was simple to access and intuitive in its design. Even before ... before ... this ... it would have been easy to operate, now it was simply child's play.

Without a thought she accessed Tim's profile, bringing up a complete image of the repulsive Geek as he exited the shower and began to towel himself off in the next room. She considered for the briefest of moments what needed to be done, set the parameters, and waited.

The door to the bedroom opened and there stood Tim, his enormous, most probably augmented cock hanging obscenely between his legs.

"Hey babe ... "he said before he caught sight of Cally behind his computer. "Cally ... Cally, what are you doing babe?"

"This." She said as she clicked the execute button and began to giggle.