Emma - A young woman who loves her family a bit too much

Author's Note:

Hey, this is the first time I'm writing erotica. It's the first time in a long time since I've written anything, really. Any feedback would be appreciated.

Also, I'm not that familiar with the formatting of this site. If anything breaks, or if there are any typos I missed, point them out and I'll fix 'em.

This branch is inspired quite a bit by the one written by Aquen, over here.

Fetish warnings: Futanari, **** ("family-fun", if this gets censored), absurd sizes, and the protagonist generally being unaware of the changes they're causing. You have been warned and/or enticed (hopefully).

All characters are aged 18 or older.

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Emma squinted at her computer screen. Master PC, huh?

She'd never heard of it before, and she kind of prided herself on knowing all of the standard Linux tools. Was it some new utility she missed?

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$ man masterpc

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The terminal opened to show a truly gigantic menu of various fields, such as Awareness, Global States, Individual States, etc.

The original task of setting up a basic server on her old computer long forgotten, she went through the manual. It seemed to be some sort of . . . porn game, thought Emma, going over the multiple pages describing, in great detail, various modifications to breasts, dicks and so on.

A prank? Or some sort of malware? That didn't make much sense. Malware was usually much more subtle than this, which almost seemed like it wanted to be noticed. Well, no harm in running it, she supposed. It was a fresh install on a computer she didn't really have a use for anymore. Worst case scenario, she'd re-install the OS.

Exiting the manual, she typed:

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$ masterpc

Welcome to Master PC’s Command Center!

The Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you.

You now possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications.

You are the Master’s Representative.

Registering user...

Emma Rodgers, age 18.

Occupation: High School Student

Height: 162 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Cup size: A

...

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"Holy shit!" Emma exclaimed. She looked at her bedroom window, where thankfully the curtains were already drawn. She immediately yanked the LAN cable out of the old system.

So much for the worst case scenario.

Heart pounding, she looked back to the terminal.

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Cup size: A

Sexual Experience: None

Genitals: Female (x1)

Orientation: Lesbian

Fetishes: Futanari, ****...

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No way. This was impossible. This wasn't happening.

As Emma's heart rate began to slow, and her panic started subsiding, she realized this actually was impossible. Reading through the rest of the output, there were details that she had never told another soul, never said aloud, never typed into a computer. Thoughts and feelings that she swore she would take to the grave.

Was this. . . actually real?

That was even more impossible. Get a grip, Emma told herself. Whatever this was, it was dangerous. It knew more about her than the people she was closest to. Heck, it seemed to know more about her than she knew about herself.

That niggling feeling, that one she kept trying to ignore, kept itching the back of her mind. What if . . ?

After a brief internal struggle, she decided to try it out. The system was disconnected from any network at this point, and whatever data about her was in there was presumably already collected and put there to freak her out. Toying around with this wouldn't, at least, cause any more harm.

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$ masterpc

No target selected. Select user? [Y/n]: y

User (Emma Rodgers) selected.

mpc> help

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The program listed various ways to interact and modify data points. Trembling slightly, she entered:

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mpc> set breast_size D

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The world pulsed.

Emma shrieked as her top went from comfortably loose to tight and constraining. Her tits had suddenly exploded in size. Grabbing them with both hands, she could not believe it. The weight, the sensation of her hands. . . this was real.

Emma started again as her heard knocking on her door. "Are you okay in there?" the voice of her mother called out.

"I'm fine!" Emma replied hurriedly. "It was just a spider!"

A moment passed before she heard footsteps receding from her door. She had no idea how she'd explain her newly grown tits if her mom had walked in.

Calming down again, she went through the documentation. Awareness, that seemed like what she wanted right now. Going through the documentation revealed various toggles, such as User awareness, other awareness (towards user), other awareness (towards self), other awareness (towards others), retroactive effects . . .

There were a lot of them, and most of them seemed to be set to aware by default.

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mpc> global set awareness all false

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The world pulsed.

Emma breathed a sigh of relief. That would hopefully ensure that no one would react or notice any changes she made.

Now that all the pressure was off, the fact of what she really had with her was setting in. A computer program the can modify reality. That was insane. That was unbelievable. That was impossible. But it was real, she had just seen it with her own eyes when she. . . she . . . what had she done again?

She had changed something, but she couldn't seem to remember it anymore. That didn't bother her as much as she thought it should. But she knew it was real. She knew that for certain, even if she couldn't remember what she had changed, that the program was what it said it was.

Right?

Another test wouldn't hurt.

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mpc> set breast_size G

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That seemed like a reasonable input. She had a D-cup, so a bump up to G would sure be noticeable, right?

She hit enter, and the world pulsed.

She looked down at her breasts. No change. They were still G-cups, same as before she ran the command. But something in the back of her mind itched.

It did work. She was sure of it. Maybe it needed to be a bigger change? Now that Emma thought about it, she was being silly. She had set her cup size in the program to what it already was. Of course she wouldn't notice anything different. A radically different change, meanwhile, would surely work.

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mpc> add genitals male

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The world pulsed. She tentatively checked the bulge under her panties to reveal her flaccid dick, resting on top her balls, which covered her pussy. No change here either.

Now she was beginning to get frustrated. She knew it worked (somehow), so why wasn't it? Though looking back at the command, she wasn't sure why she had wanted another dick and set of balls.

She wasn't thinking straight anymore. I'm 5 inches when erect, so let me just . . .

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mpc> set genital_size --male --multiply 4

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That should quadruple it's length, she thought as she hit enter. There was no way that wouldn't be obvious.

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[Warning]: Specified size would ordinarily cause dizziness and unconsciousness during erections. Enable reality override? [Y/n]: y

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The world pulsed. She went her lift her panties before remembering, duh, panties didn't exactly fit her. And her massive dick was soft, so it wasn't like she could measure it right now, anyway.

Cursing herself out, she went through the man pages again. She could probably masturbate or even just think horny thoughts, but she was focused and on a mission. There were quicker ways to achieve what she wanted.

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mpc> set erection_min 100

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That should set her minimum erection level to a 100%. Of course, she could've just as easily set the immediate erection value, but this would guarantee that she wouldn't have to re-enter the command every time she wanted to take a measurement. She could always reset it later.

She hit enter.

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[Side effect]: Setting erection to 100...

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The world pulsed.

Immediately, she wondered why on earth she had bothered with that previous command. It wasn't like this monster was ever soft. But she could also immediately tell that she was still 20 inches long. Well, it wasn't like she could tell the exact length, but there was a fairly obvious gap between 20 inches and the target length of 80.

She massaged her temples. This was going nowhere. She needed to take a step back, take a break, and come back to this with fresh eyes.

Just then, she heard her mom calling from downstairs. "Time for dinner, girls!"

Well, that was convenient. Emma got up from her chair, before eyeing the baggy pair of pants on her bed. And that was not convenient in the slightest. To hide this massive cock, or at least hide it as best she could, she either had to stuff it down one leg of her pants, which was uncomfortable with this permanent erection (even making it difficult to move that leg!), or hide it upwards under a jacket, which it was currently too warm for. Even when it wasn't, her cockhead rested above her cleavage, which was very conspicuous, and made walking from one place to another prone to . . . accidents. Outright ejaculating wasn't a frequent occurrence (thankfully), but the stimulation from her breasts was usually enough to visibly stain her clothing with precum.

This dick was a lot of trouble. Why had she wanted one the was four times bigger? She'd never be able to leave her room!

Emma glanced back to her computer. Fuck it. One more try wouldn't hurt.

She sat back down and starting going through the documentation. She couldn't find exactly what she wanted. She needed to dig a little bit deeper-

"Emma!" her mom's voice was louder and closer than it was prior. "Your food is getting cold!"

"One minute!" Emma called back. She was out of time and she still hadn't found what she was looking for, but there was something else which did the job. Promising herself she would change it back, she typed:

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mpc> global set clothing --bottom --extenuating_circumstances_only

[Side Effect]: Adjusting awareness for genital exposure

[Side Effect]: Removing non-essential bottom outerwear

[Side Effect]: Removing non-essential bottom underwear

...

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"Emma!" her mom opened the door. "What on earth is taking you so long? I've been calling you for fifteen minutes!"

Emma, who was seated at her desk with her massive girldick proudly erect and exposed to the world, spread her hands apologetically. "Sorry, lost track of time."

"Doing what?"

"I, uh," Emma trailed off. What had she been doing? Thinking about pants? It never got cold enough for that, at least where they lived. "I don't remember."

Her mother, Angela, put her hands on her bare hips and sighed. "You've been tinkering with that thing all day. Come down and spend some time with your mother and sister."

Her mom had just recently turned 40, and while age was starting to catch up with her, she still looked great. Her wavy blonde hair perfectly framed her face, a feature that Emma was glad she had inherited. Her breasts were large (though not as large as Emma's), at an D cup, as Emma knew from when it was her turn to do the laundry. Her waist and belly were trim from a diligent exercise routine.

To Emma though, her best feature was her ass. It was perfectly sculpted and shaped, honed from cardio routines and daily yoga. That ass was the subject of many of her shameful masturbation fantasies. She was denied a view of perfection, however, as her mother was currently facing her, instead displaying her shaved pussy, which was also a recurring subject of Emma's masturbation fantasies (though not nearly as much).

Realizing her mother was still looking at her expectantly, she said, "I was done for the day anyway. I'll just shut this down."

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mpc> exit

$ poweroff

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"Good," her mother nodded as Emma stood up. As she turned around to head out, Emma was presented with an unobstructed view of her mother's delicious bare ass. Her massive erection throbbed as she took in its glory. Emma swallowed as she followed her mother downstairs, her dick leaking a steady stream of precum the entire way down.