Get stronger, get laid.

You went through the boring "this can't be real" phase fast enough. You don't have time to waste. You figured it out and within minutes fixed up your blood pressure, your back and your knees. Holy shit, your knees! How many decades had it been since they didn't hurt?

The blood pressure fix gave you an immediate hard on. With the plumbing working better and the chronic pain no longer distracting you, the bigger possibilities came to the forefront of your mind. A few more edits and your muscles and bones are stronger than they've ever been, your prostate is normal size again, and your sexual stamina is unrivaled.

You consider changing your face. But no. You earned that grizzled mug. Plus you're still a bit proud you kept your hair, white as it is, when your brother died bald as could be. You're an old man and you're ok with that. But it sure is nice being a ripped old man without any health problems and a raging boner!

And just in time, as the day nurse knocks perfunctorily before saying "Coming in, Mr. Briggs!"

It was Bethany, a skinny woman in her late twenties with honey-colored hair and a perpetual pissed off expression. You put up the screen saver before the door is even open, years of hiding porn from Alice making it automatic. You might have brought the nurse's profile up but you can't remember her last name. You wonder if Master PC can enhance your memory. It's worth a shot.

But Bethany sighs, sits in the chair beside you and asks you to give her your arm to check your blood pressure. You do so and she does while you take advantage of the proximity to read her name badge clipped to her navy blue scrubs. Bethany Driscoll, RN. Good to know!

She takes your blood pressure, frowns, then takes it again.

"Everything ok?" you ask.

"I need to check it on the other arm," she says.

But of course, your 111/69 resting blood pressure is the same on the other arm and she remains perplexed.

"Are you feeling alright, Mr. Briggs?" she asks, making eye contact for the first time since entering your room.

"I'm feeling spectacular!" you say. "Want me to show you why?"

Her frown deepens.

"I think maybe I should go get the attending," she says.

"No, really, it'll only take a second," you say "It's right here on the computer!"

You open it up, close your own profile and type in Bethany Driscoll with lightening speed, having removed the arthritis and increased your reflexes, reaction time and eyesight before she got there.

"I really don't have time to have you show me...." the nurse complaines, rising from her chair, then freezes. "Wait...is that me?"

You've identified the correct Bethany Driscoll and now her full-body avatar is spinning slowly on screen.

"What the hell?" Bethany demands.

You quickly type "Bethany falls fast asleep in her chair" and hit enter. The young nurse immediately flops over, her head against your shoulder, and starts gently snoring. You grin. Now to have some fun!

You type in the same window "Bethany stands up, still fast asleep, and takes off all her clothing." and hit enter. Still snoring, the nurse does just that. You get harder and are tempted to have her blow you in her sleep. But 90 years have taught you patience.

Bethany's tits are a pair of sunny side up eggs. That's obviously the first area to improve and soon she's sporting a pair of honeydews. With her skinny frame, she's got a real "tits on a stick" vibe, so to balance things out a bit, you broaden her hips and flesh out her ass and thighs and calves, but you leave her upper body skinny, other than the massive rack you've given her. You finish things off by plumbing up her lips, widening her eyes and growing her hair out to mid-back.

That'll do for her body. Time to make some personality improvements.

After a bit of creative writing, Bethany became a geriatric nurse because she is VERY attracted to old men. Being around them makes her horny and happy and giggley. She loves it when they ogle her and cop feels and so she wears tight clothing and often forgoes underwear. But, of course, she's especially attracted to you and can't help but wanting to do anything you ask her to do. She believes everything you tell her and won't believe anything negative anyone says about you or what you've done to her mind.

You also make her aware that you changed her body and make her very happy about that, but make her completely incapable of realizing you've altered her mind. Then you type in "Bethany wakes up horny."

"Oh my God! I'm naked! And my boobs are huge!" she exclaims.

"Yes. You fell asleep and started sleep-stripping. It was adorable! And since you were nice enough to give me a show, I repaid the favor by fixing up your tits! You don't mind, do you?" you ask.

"OMG!" she says, clutching her new melons and giggling. "Of course I don't mind! These are so great! I'm gonna get so much attention l"

"Yep! Like I was about to tell you before you nodded off, I invented a computer program that can improve the human body! But I wanted to get your professional medical opinion about what I've done to my own body, just to make sure it's alright," you say.

"Well sure!" She says. "I'd be glad to...OMG! That must be why your blood pressure is so much better than when you moved in last week! God, I thought I was going crazy for a second there!"

"Nope! Perfectly sane!" you assure her. "Well, you're crazy hot, but there's nothing wrong with that!"

"Thanks to YOU, Silly!" she says, swatting you playfully and giggling.

"Anyway, fixing my blood pressure has had some interesting side effects," you explain. "It hasn't been 4 hours yet, but I figured I should still seek your professional opinion."

"What hasn't been 4 hou..... OH!" she says, finally noticing the tent you're pitching. "Oh my! Yes! Yes, I should definitely check that! Please remove your pants, Mr. Briggs!"

"Please," you say, standing up.. "Call me Walter. We're friends, after all."

You remove your sweatpants, revealing your rampant member, and Bethany gasps.

"Oh Walter! What a big dick you have!" she exclaims.

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," you inform her.

She looks up at you, wide eyes gleaming, grinning wide.

"Really?" she asks, astounded by her good fortune.

"Get your sweet ass in my bed," you command.

The naked nurse squeals and scampers into your bed as instructed. You pull off your sweat shirt, revealing the unlikely muscles you've given yourself, and Bethany gasps again, drinking in the sight of you as you stride towards her and climb on top of her.

"Oh Walter!" she breathes. "I'm so wet for you!"

You grunt in approval and pull up the safety rail on the medical bed. Then you stroke her hair, squeeze her tits, call that sufficient foreplay and mount her, driving your cock home into her sopping twat.

"Oh Walter!" she gasps. "Oh god yes!"

You grab hold of the safety rails, holding yourself up so you can get a good look at her as you fuck her in the midmorning light streaming in from your window. With every thrust, her massive new tits jiggle and her eyes get wider and wider in astonishment as you give her the most thorough fucking of her young life.

"Come for me, Bethany," you instruct.

She groans and you feel her pussy clench and spasm along your shaft. You grin and keep fucking her. Her eyes go wider. She crosses her ankles behind your ass and pulls you deeper into her. You rotate your hips, swirling inside of her and whisper "Come harder."

She moans and her whole body shudders. Her legs slide down. You arch your back and grind into her. You don't have to say anything this time. She whimpers and then comes again. You join her and shoot your wad into her hot, wet cunt, the first time in decades, as you grunt in triumph.

You collapse on top of her as she pants and trembles.

"Oh Walter...oh god..." she manages. "That was.... oh god!"

You smirk and nuzzle the mess she made of her hair as she ground her head into your bed. She seems exhausted by your romp, but you're pretty sure you could go again.

But she probably has other residents waiting and really, so do you.