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This story is set in the Master PC universe by J. R. Parz. The story is
written from the point of view of someone who is being transformed by
the program.
Fractured Images by R. C. Conrad
I knocked on my friend Bob's door. To say we've been friends for a long
time is a bit of an understatement. We've known each other since
elementary school. We went to the same college, suffered the same slings
and arrows from the jocks there. I'd been on a business track, he was in
IT. In the ten years since we've left school our lives have sort of
paralleled. We had initial success in our fields, and seen both of our
careers stall. My career had probably stalled a bit worse than Bob's.
Okay, mine had gone nowhere. I'd gone from low level management at a
company who had been bought out. I'd been laid off and found myself
working in a retail store. At least Bob still worked in corporate IT.
Personally, we'd both had challenges. I'd dated infrequently for most of
my twenties. I'd finally hooked up with Sylvia, and it seemed fairly
serious. It had been for me. At least she dumped me before I had
proposed. It had been right after I'd been laid off and she'd seemed
gleeful to twist the knife by telling me I'd never amount to anything.
Not that I wasn't proving her wrong with my career lately. Bob had at
least had steady dates though most of his twenties, without much to show
for it. The last few years he'd seemed content in his confirmed
bachelorhood.
I guess I should give you my personal highlights. I'm John Foxwell
Munson. Although I've had the nickname Jack since I was a kid. It
identified me from my dad. I'm 32 years old, 33 next month. 5'10, 187
pounds, brown hair, brown eyes. No distinguishing features, scars or
tattoos. Other than the fact that I'd packed on some weight in the last
couple of years. That was a consequence of eating cheaper food to go
with my reduced salary. I live in an apartment. I drive the same car I
bought new when I graduated from college. It isn't much to look at, but
it was paid off and relatively cheap to operate.
Physically there wasn't much difference between me and Bob. Bob's usual
workday had him sitting in a chair every day. He had gotten a major case
of chair spread. I'd done a bit better, keeping myself in fair shape,
but middle age coming on had begun a beer gut on me. I was still tall,
had most of my hair still on my head. Bob had gone bald in his mid-
twenties. That probably explained some of his lack of luck with the
ladies. Add in an expanding waistline and nerdy hobbies and you can see
why he was a bachelor.
I'd come here straight from work. Bob's excited e-mail about some new
program he'd found and a phone call that followed it up where he
practically pleaded with me to come over right away had convinced me.
Not enough to leave work when he called me at 2, but 5 was close enough.
I'd left my store vest behind. I was dressed in my work normal button
down white collared shirt, khaki pants and lace up street shoes.
Presentable enough attire, but nothing that would make me stand out. I
ran my hand around the back of my neck, wiping away the perspiration
caused by the 4 story walkup to Bob's apartment.
I heard his muffled answer to my knock. "Come in, it's open."
I opened the door and entered Bob's apartment. Bob's place was furnished
in normal bachelor apartment chic. Couch, flanked by two chairs, coffee
table, big flatscreen TV on an entertainment center loaded with
electronics. DVDs and CDs neatly racked in flanking towers on either
side. Game controllers competed for space on the coffee table with
magazines. Aside from his framed Star Wars movie poster hanging over the
couch, there was not a hint of decoration. Beyond the living room was a
dining room that never saw any use and a kitchen whose primary function
was to hold the refrigerator and microwave oven. I knew Bob didn't know
how to cook. Another factor that dictated his confirmed bachelor status.
Bob sat in one of the chairs, laptop on a swing out tray pulled in front
of him. He was tapping away on the keyboard.
"Hey, how's life treating you Bob?"
"Until today, pretty shitty. But I know that is all about to change."
"Oh yeah? You have a lead on the winning lottery number or something?"
"Very close. In fact, you could say I've already hit the jackpot."
I frowned in curiosity as I walked over and took a seat on the couch.
Sighing in relief as I sat down, I'd been on my feet all day, I asked,
"Am I going to have to visit you at the state pen? You're not hooked up
in something illegal are you?"
"No, nothing illegal. Nothing to do with the lottery either. The state
will never know a thing."
"So what is it? Does it have something to do with this new software
program you were telling me about?" I asked while noticing again how Bob
kept himself ripped. He'd always had a six pack, probably why the jocks
were always unsuccessfully trying to pick on him. His polo shirt was
stretched tight over his pecs and biceps.
Bob frowned before responding and rapid fire tapping away on his
keyboard. Striking the enter key he responded, "No, nothing like that.
Let's just say that I've got a premonition that things are going to
start breaking my way."
I smiled at my old friend and looked forward to the meal he'd called me
to suggest we go out to tonight. "So, where were you thinking we go for
dinner?"
Bob resumed working the keyboard on his laptop, consumed in his work for
a minute. Striking the enter key he looked up to respond. "I was
thinking Morton's Steakhouse. I feel like celebrating."
I quickly looked myself over. I was a little uncertain. My black
business pants were fine, as was my white silk blouse. My modest 1 inch
heels were certainly not the most flattering. I was certainly not ready
for a dinner at a place like Morton's. "Oh, Bob. I wish you'd told me.
I'd have at least brought over something to change into."
Bob had resumed his typing on his laptop. He was so lucky. Working in IT
gave him plenty of time to work from home. I knew he was compulsive
about going to the gym, too. Having a fitness center at his job and in
the building his condo was in must save him so much time. Still, life
in IT must be a chore sometimes. Here he was, getting ready to go out
and still working from home. I know I complain about my job, but working
in corporate HR for a big box retail chain wasn't all that bad.
Bob hit the enter key and looked back at me smiling. "Why don't you go
shower and get changed and we'll go out?" he suggested.
I reached down and picked up the overnight bag I'd placed by the coffee
table. "Okay, I'll be as quick as I can."
Bob smiled and said, "Take your time. I've got to change too."
Walking down the hall I turned into the guest bedroom. Being such good
friends for so long I'd used this room plenty of times. Bob and I
jokingly referred to it as "my" bedroom. I closed the door to the
bedroom and walked into the bathroom, kicking my heels off on the way. I
paused to look at myself in the mirror. My collar length brown hair was
cut in a bob style that really showed off my elegant neck. I had deep
brown eyes, nicely tweezed eyebrows, a long, noble nose, I was a very
handsome woman. Critically I wished my cheekbones were a little more
prominent and my lips were hopeless. Just narrow slashes of color around
a small mouth. My breasts were a B cup. Not too big, not too small, just
right. A slight tapering of the waist and a swell of hips. I'd also
gotten mom's pancake ass. At least it gave us something to laugh over at
the holidays.
Sighing in resignation I started unbuttoning my blouse. I had to walk
to the closet to hang it. While I was standing there I also doffed my
pants, taking a moment to put them on a hanger as well. I retrieved my
overnight bag and pulled out the dress I'd selected. The classic little
black dress, accented with a narrow triangular panel that covered my
right breast, angling downward to the left in a sequined, charcoal
color. I pulled the matching charcoal high heels with gold accents and
open toes. My bra and panties I laid out on the bed.
I walked back to the bathroom and started the shower. I was so glad that
Bob had upgraded his condo to instant hot water. No more waiting around.
I pulled aside the shower curtain, reached into the tub and adjusted the
temperature using the big chrome knob. When I had it exactly right, I
stepped back, removed my bra and panties and entered the shower. I just
wanted to stand there and luxuriate. Bob had installed a multiple shower
head. I was being sprayed by comfortable hot water from 7 directions at
the same time. I reached over to the digital control panel and started
the program I had selected as the best. The rainfall showerhead remained
steady, but the 6 heads in the three walls of the shower stall rotating
and pulsing water in different intensities. I wanted to squeal and cover
myself from the sensations assailing my breasts, tush and most
importantly, the insides of my thighs. On second thought, I didn't. I
reached out and stopped the program. I needed to hurry up, Bob was
probably already done.
I used the shampoo dispenser to put a generous dollop in my hand.
Stepping aside from the rainfall head I began working the shampoo into
my shoulder length, blonde hair. Once it was thoroughly lathered I
grabbed a scrunge and soap and began washing my body. If I had my way
I'd shower three times a day. I hate how I feel after working a long
day. Especially how nasty I feel about my pussy. I'm embarrassed to say
that I really don't like how it feels after even 8 hours without
washing. The secretions build up and can get really funky, especially in
your pubic hair. I really wanted to be clean, in case Bob wanted more
than a meal.
I finished washing, rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and started
conditioning. Not for the first time I wished that I hadn't inherited my
mom's F cup boobs. They were gigantic, heavy, tended to throw me off
balance if I turned around too fast. Men loved them. But they didn't
have to deal with the backaches. Every time I wore a scoop necked blouse
I was displaying more cleavage than the Grand Canyon. I'd used them to
my advantage a time or two. The thought made me smirk with satisfaction.
So they weren't completely useless.
I quickly appraised my legs, smooth and hairless as always. Something
else I inherited from mom. It had made the other girls so jealous when
they found out I never had to shave my legs or my pussy. We Munsons were
just naturally hairless. I'd gotten teased about my pussy in school
after the first time I was seen in the showers after gym. But by senior
year I'd had a few imitators.
After rinsing out the conditioner I shut off the water and stepped from
the shower. Grabbing a big, fluffy towel I started to pat myself dry.
Another towel was wrapped around my long, wavy hair. I stood in front of
the mirror and grabbed my toothbrush off the counter. Squeezing some
toothpaste onto it I looked in the mirror. The same old blue eyes, high
cheekbones, pert upturned nose and lush, beestung lips looked back from
the mirror's face. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, including the tongue
and roof of my mouth. Dropping the towel from my hair, I found that my
mane of long, blonde curls was almost dry. I used the hair dryer to
quickly finish the drying
Sitting down at the vanity in the bedroom I shared with Robert, I began
applying my makeup. Just a bit of powder, my peaches and cream
complexion really didn't need foundation. Eyeliner, eye shadow faded
away from my upper lid in a pair of contrasting colors, mascara and
finally blood red lipstick to match my nails. Robert called it whore
red. I blushed recalling all the things I'd done to earn his nickname
for me as his little tramp. But that was only in private, of course. In
public I was a proper lady. In the bedroom I was Robert's little tramp.
I pulled on a matching set of lacy panties and bra. Custom made in my
size. I briefly considered the waist cincher from the same set, but if
we were eating at Mortons, it might be uncomfortable. I didn't really
need it, as I had inherited my mom's hourglass figure. I slid into my
dress. The red silk garment was inset with pieces of lace. It was form
fitting and cost a fortune. I hope it worked its intended magic on
Robert. I loved how it felt on me as I fastened the side zipper. I
really hoped he didn't damage it when he took it off me later. Oh, who
was I kidding? I loved it when he took me forcefully. It was such a turn
on to be taken by a rich, powerful and well hung stud like Robert.
I retrieved my heels and thigh high stockings from the walk in closet. I
slide the smoky hose on one leg at a time. I slid on and fastened each 5
inch platform heels on my feet. Then I turned to regard my reflection in
a full length mirror. Not bad. I thought. Not bad? Who was I kidding? I
was a walking advertisement for sex. Poor boys. The only man I was
having sex with was Robert. But I liked putting on a show and seeing
them drool.
I sighed as I thought about how lucky I was. Sure, Robert was 10 years
older than me. It was a bit of a scandal when the CEO of a major
corporation started dating a new hire in the HR department. Robert had
told me he wanted lots of children and he was very frank when he told me
that my large breasts and wide hips had attracted him to me. He said
those were ancient fertility traits and he just knew that I'd be able to
give him many healthy children. Just the thought of him spilling his
baby cream in me and putting a bun in my oven made my pussy moisten. Oh
God, I could just forego dinner at Morton's and let him take fuck me
silly right here.
I applied a dab of perfume behind each ear, at each wrist and inside of
each knee. The floral scent hid a hint of musk that held a promise of
sex. I slid a few necessities into a red leather clutch and left our
bedroom. I was excited at the prospect of dining at Morton's tonight.
Robert had just successfully outmaneuvered his closest business rival
and acquired a controlling interest of their stock, virtually cornering
the market. I knew he wanted to celebrate and wanted to do it in public.
He'd been hinting around for a while, asking me about what I wanted out
of life. Honestly, I had everything I wanted with him. Everything else,
my childhood, my family seemed insubstantial besides the promise of
being his wife, mother to his children, his foundation and comfort from
the outside world.
I just knew he was going to propose to me tonight. He thinks he's so
sly. I can see right through him.
I smiled seductively as I picked up my cashmere wrap from our bed and
strode out of the room to be with Robert.
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