Josh, did it himself

I got my copy on a Friday. I still remember that day very vividly. How I came back from work, sat down for some gaming, and instead found that innocently looking MasterPC link on my desktop. It was a virus, obviously, what else could it be? Sure, I read the stories, but then for real: somehow it appearing on my PC? Yeah... virus. But then there was this tiny voice, that started that whole spiral of doom, telling me that if the virus was already on my PC, I could at least open it and check if it was the real deal. And much to my surprise, it actually was. I remember how I sat there baffled for a few minutes just staring at my stats, the image of my naked self on the screen. And I felt the rush of power right away. Get the girl next door to come over and suck my cock like in all those stories was suddenly just a keystroke away. To not fall into that spiral I decided to first only try this on myself and just myself. So I made the rule that on that weekend, I would only change myself, and no one else, no matter how tempting it would be. And afterwards... Well I honestly have no idea what I would have done. Probably would have gotten myself a nice harem of super hot girls to please me day and night.

The first thing I did was my dick, obviously. I decided for 8 inches, which is in my opinion the perfect size: big enough to boast, yet you can still have proper sex with it. Sure the average story goes with 10 or more, but then I actually did have sex with real girls before, and I kinda know their limits. I can't tell you how invigorating it is to feel your member expand there right in front of your eyes and grow to the exact size specified. Just because you hit some buttons on your keyboard. It was that moment where I realized what power I was wielding. Or so I though. I spent the next hours running through my stats, fixing a few health issues, upped my general body tone and looks, and made sure I'd stay that way. All the gym gains without the hard work, like true magic! And with those parts done I eventually felt that urge again. Lisa, the girl next door, she was a cutie, I'd give her a 5. But it would just be a few clicks to turn her into a solid 11, make her fall madly in love with me, and needing my cock like a whore on crack. But I made the rule, and I decided to stick with it. So I rubbed one off, and went to bed instead. I was still exhausted from work anyways.

The next morning I woke up with the usual woody, but this time the bulge immediately put a grin on my face. Not that my previous 5 inches had been tiny or anything, but just knowing that you are now hung gives you some kind of strange satisfaction. I did my morning routine, ate breakfast, and went back to the program. One thing had been nagging on my mind though from the day before where I almost failed the promise I made to myself: how does it actually feel to be under the control of that program? I had several ideas for sure, including crazy stuff like making myself suck off a random dude, because if anything would rip me out of that program's control then it's when another guy shoves a dick into my mouth. But I was too scared that it would actually work, and in the end decided for something simple: I told it that whenever my dick was on display, it would get and stay rock hard. The idea in my head was that if I was with a girl, I wouldn't have to worry about performance issues anymore. Not that I had any, but you know... guys worry about such things. And that one time where I was way too drunk to get anything up was still present in my head. So I did that, pulled my dick out, and it turned into a bar of steel.

It was a weird feeling to just sit there and stare at my erection, waiting for it to go down, but it didn't. I went to do some chores, did the laundry, eventually started to clean my bathroom with my dick out the whole time. And it stood there rock hard as instructed. When it eventually started to hurt from the constant erection, that should have been the first red flag. The program doesn't care what's good for you, or what would be a reasonable thing to do. It simply does as you tell it. So I went back to the MasterPC, did the usual thing: removing my refraction period, making my cock able to stay hard indefinitely, and while I was at it made it so I could have infinite orgasms per day, and my balls would always blow a full load. In hindsight that was pretty stupid, because that refraction period serves a purpose. Which is to get your mind off being horny for at least a while. And I just removed that from my life.

So I went back to cleaning, and that dick just stood there like a champ. I was so pent up afterwards (ha!), that I just had to get off. I blew my load, and my cock just kept standing there throbbing as if nothing happened. I felt the relief, and the momentary return of my sanity, but just for a moment, a few seconds. I could just go again, cum again. I gave it a try and succeeded. And there was nothing preventing me from just going off a third time, if I would have just wanted to. I was thrilled by that at this time, because honestly: which guy doesn't dream of multiple orgasms? I briefly put my cock back into my pants, just to see if it would go down, and it did. But the moment I pulled it out again: full mast right away, like the past few orgasms never happened. I begun to become aware of how powerful this program actually was, because there was nothing else I could do to get my dick down anymore when it was out but to put it back into my pants. It just stood there, throbbing, mercilessly.

The horny was getting to my mind, and ideas of which girl I could add to my harem was tempting me, but I had to stay strong. So I decided to instead focused on my dick, and spent the afternoon to try all kinds of things. I made my cock black, yellow, blue, added a few more - I still vividly remember wanking and cumming with 4 cocks at the same time - took it away, gave myself a pussy and tits, regrew my cock, and eventually tit-fucked myself with head-sized knockers and a dick reaching to my collar bone. While I enjoyed the feeling of my tits being squeezed, I am not that much into gender bending, so I removed them and was left with that throbbing pole right in front of my eyes. And of course I had to try, every guy would have at that point. And because I had literally no idea how to suck a dick, I decided to first give myself pro-level expertise in that skillset. After all I had an omnipotent program right at my fingertips, so why botch the first time if you can just gain that knowledge instantly? And that should have been the second red flag.

Suddenly I knew how to suck dick. But not just the theory, it was in my mind like I hadn't done anything else in my life. I knew everything, every move, every trick in the book. And when my lips finally wrapped around my own shaft, muscle memory I didn't have a minute ago kicked in and made me feel pleasure like I just payed a grand to a hooker to give me the time of my life. And I liked it. And came hard. I didn't like the taste and the smell though, but that was just another click. I still cannot pinpoint the taste till this day, the best description is an unspecific "very good" which was what I typed into that little box. I blew myself two more times, and swallowed, and had a stupid grin on my face. My horny mind came up with the idea: what if I had a habit of absently sucking my own cock when in private and not really realizing it? It sounded funny, and it was. It should have been another red flag, but who's counting anymore at this point? Sitting there, realizing I've been slurping on my own dick for the last few minutes while reading something without even noticing it was as hot as it was scary. This program could have as easily turned me into a genius, a moron, or gay, and it all would have been equally easy to do for me.

I fantasized about Lisa being my personal cock-sucker ****, but to not go down that path again, I decided to give that new habit a real try and went for some gaming with friends. I had to mute myself eventually, because you can only excuse "strange slurping noise" with "sorry, I am eating" that many times. The more I was transfixed on the game, the more aggressively I was sucking my cock. And with that new skillset in my mind, I totally ruined my score because I came like 3 times during a single match. I later went on my couch to see a movie, and I don't know how man times I came during it. I just couldn't stop it from happening. As soon as I was distracted, I started sucking, and only when I edged or came I really realized what I was doing. At that point I was not aware how much I had already slipped into that constant, horny haze, after 20 or 30 orgasms in a single day. I was all just fun and games, and lots and lots of dopamine bombarding my brain. So much that before I went to bed I decided to upgrade that new habit, and make it so that I would keep sucking while sleeping, and not actually wake up from orgasms. I had no idea at that point, that by doing that in my sleep, I was also recoding my brain with a deep need to cum over and over again.

That night was wild though. I had all the wet dreams in one, fucked every girl, sucked my dick constantly, and probably came hundred times. When I woke up the next morning my juice was everywhere. According to the fullness in my stomach, I must have swallowed a lot, the rest went everywhere. My sheets were soaked, my face was full with cum, even the wall behind me got some hits. But my brain was pumped with all that dopamine from the night still. So the first thing I did was to suck myself off once more. Then I took a shower, wanked off two more times while showering, dried myself, came again into the tub, and then went back to the PC with no breakfast in between, ready to totally screw myself up. I doubled the sensitivity of my cock, and boy did that hit good! I had no idea that having a boner up to my face, now with twice the sensitivity, also caused myself to spiral down into that rabbit hole twice as fast. I came again, hard, and as a result decided to up the strength of my orgasms a tenfold. That should have been the final red flag, but I was too lost in horny at that point.

I woke up on my floor an hour later. I only remembered how it started. If your normal orgasm is like a smooth, singing voice, that one felt like a whole army of soldiers was screaming right into my face. I was still shivering, barely made it back up into my chair and tuned it down to just twice as strong as usual. I realized at that point for the first time just how merciless that program was. There was no safeguard, no voice telling you how stupid that change might be. It simply did as it was told, no matter the consequences. I took a lunch break to cool my head off, initially with my dick stuffed back into my pants, so that boner would go down for a while. But just half way through cooking seeing that immense bulge in my pants down to my knees got me horny again. So I pulled it back out, it immediately turned rock solid again, and I spend cooking and eating with it throbbing, and a little extra thrown into the food. To check enjoy the taste again, and because I was getting horny-insane. I couldn't help but to give into the rush of power and pleasure, and went back for even more insane changes right afterwards.

It was that Sunday, first of advent. I still remember precisely, because I had lit one candle on the table behind me as usual. I didn't care much about it at that time, because my mind was focused only on getting me off in an even wilder way the next time. I doubled the girth of my cock, because I was amused by my absent cock-sucking habit trying to take all that dick inside and barely manage, yet I still didn't really notice it. Obsessed with the taste of my cum by that point, I fantasized about the literal "cuming a gallon" so I made that my default volume. Luckily I had enough sanity left that when I saw my balls expanding to almost basketball-size in response, to take those to the bathroom. I still remember how I laid in that tub cuming, and that dick just shot jets of cum thick beyond imagination with such **** out of my cock, that it flew everywhere. I blew more than my standard load with every pulse, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs. Panting and splattered with cum afterwards I realized I went overboard. But I was so high on horny at that point, I didn't even bother to clean myself properly, I just went back to the program as I was, dripping on my carpet. I tuned the volume down to 1/10th of a gallon, which is - just so you understand the sheer volume I somehow considered to be ok at that point - still almost a full glass of cum when I orgasm. Obsessed with optimizing my orgasms further, to pump out even more dopamine, but not wanting to pass out again, I decided to instead increase the time it lasts to a full minute. Which also was a lot easier on my dick pumping out a "full load" as instructed every time, because it now had a full minute instead of like ten seconds to do so. And that's where it happened: I slipped.

Surprised by the still large volume I shot right into my mouth, I coughed, and a good chunk splattered outwards. I didn't want it to get on the keyboard, so I tried to roll my chair back, but as my body was still twitching hard from that way over-tuned orgasm, I instead slipped of and sent it flying backwards, right against the standing lamp behind me. That one fell over, crashed on the table, and kicked of the candle. Normally that wouldn't have been much of an issue, but I instructed that program that my orgasms would last a full minute, and be twice as strong as a normal human orgasm. So unable to stop cuming, I was laying there on my floor in spasms, watching the unopened letters slowly catching fire. I really tried at that point, but there is no fighting the program. There is no way to interrupt that orgasm, or get a hold of yourself, if you told the program to give you a full minute of an insanely strong orgasm. That program knows no pity. I had to wait the full minute till it was over.

So I laid there, came, shot load after load out of my ridiculously oversized cock and balls, while the flames started to light up on the table. When the orgasm was finally over and I regained some control over my body, I stumbled into the bathroom. Too dazed to think straight with my cock flopping around right in front of me, my idea was to fill up a bucket and kill the fire. But doing that with a standard faucet takes way too much time. And when I finally realized how much, and returned to the living room with half a bucket full, the whole table was already burning with flames up to the ceiling, with the rest of my living room joining in. At least I had enough clarity at that point to understand that this was beyond control. I still took the time to go to my bedroom and put clothes on, because I did not want anyone to see me with a gigantic rod bouncing around. Of course I had not turned on the realization filter that would allow me to skip the explanation, because I didn't plan on keeping any of this insanity. I barely made it out without getting smoke poisoning, and lucky for me my dick turned limp enough before anyone saw it.

Long story short: the flat burned down completely. Luckily the fire crew could at least save the house, but all my stuff was gone, including the MasterPC. And believe me I tried to get it back. Imagine a guy with a bulge way too big to not be a porn star in a recovery store, asking if they could rescue the data from that molten clump of metal in my hand. They looked at me like I was on crack and told me to leave. I lost my job a month later, when I had a chat with HR about "stuffing fake genitals into my pants" and was told to take out my kinks somewhere else. No one would believe me that this actually was my real cock now, and honestly: the explanation that some magic program turned my dick into a third leg was hard to believe for even myself. In the end I had to move to a different town, because I couldn't show up with anyone who knew me, or I would have to answer questions I wasn't ready to answer. And on top of that a growing depression from being given god-like powers, and using it to screw myself up beyond recognition instead of doing something smart with it. I got a little lucky with the insurance, because the guy wrote that it wasn't my fault. I am still not sure if he just had pity, or wanted to get a bite of my insanely huge cock, but at least that gave me some money to start over. I got a new temp-job as a barista. She told me she wouldn't ask any questions about my bulge, if I keep it behind the apron and do my job properly, which was a deal I could accept, even though the payment wasn't great.

The worst part though was the constant arousal. There is relief, but there is no cooldown. As instructed. My head constantly rotates around sex, tits, and fucking. I eventually spent my time at home naked, to not have to wash my clothes like ten times a day from the immense volume my cock kept blasting still every single time I came. My dick was basically throbbing 16 hours day and night, whenever I wasn't at my job, demanding to be touched. And if I didn't my stupid tic made me suck it anyways. I blasted so much cum everywhere, that eventually at some point there was a thick layer of it on my entire apartment floor, I just didn't have the energy or sanity anymore to keep cleaning up. I kept cuming and cuming and cuming with that ridiculously huge cock over and over again, while the wet dreams at night from my me subconsciously blowing myself during sleep kept my brain obsessed with it. A part of me was hoping the next orgasm would somehow eventually end the urges, and another part just wanted to silence the pain of knowing how much I screwed up. It took a not so nice speech from my new manager, to rip me out of that. For some reason she still allowed me to keep my job after not showing up for a week, when I was completely lost in almost non-stop cuming. She thought I was taking ****, and honestly it wasn't far off. Dopamine is one hell of a ****, if you have no way of shutting it down anymore. But it helped. I still can't help but to wank like a maniac, but at least I am slowly returning back to life.