No (Roommate's perspective)

Still shocked by the display, Wes couldn't help but be raging suspicious and hard. How the hell was Sam so hung? Arisol cans would be embarassed to be seen next to him measuring only about 2/3rds the size. It didn't even seem possible a person's heart could pump enough blood to support such a monstrosity without causing the person to pass out, yet, he'd seen it. A rediculously thick, over foot long, cock hanging out of his roommates pants and an even more rediculously georgeous woman fawning over him. Is it ppossible, a woman that hot, would debase herself and declare herself his slut just because his cock somehow grew that big? Just thinking about that scenario and putting himself in his position got him even harder.

Walking into the living room figuring he'd stay as they were technically alone in his room, Wes couldn't help but think about firing up some porn and stroking himself. His girlfriend was supposed to arrive to use their dorm to study. Quickly texting Ailish, he wrote a message "Don't bother coming to my dorm. Somehow, Sam has a girl in his room. It will probably be noisy and awkward. Maybe a hooker. Way out of his league," choosing to leave out the part about his roommate being incredibly hung. Feeling a bit of jealousy in the moment.

Finishing up the text, Wes notice a spinning figure on Sam's monitor positioned on all fours, her head looking back as if staring daggers at whoever would be positioned behind her. "It's ...an adult dating site or escort site?" pondered Wes at first taking a closer look figuring it would be neat to learn more about this mystery-woman even if vicariously thru an online profile. The window open wasn't quite like any dating site he'd ever seen. First, it wasn't in Chrome. It was some program called "MasterPC" and there were all these slider bars, a box to input commands and it seemed like he was editing her profile. That didn't make any sense. Why would anyone edit another person's profile online? Surely, he couldn't be trying to put in fake info to make sure other guys didn't message her. He can't be that insecure hung the way he is and she'd notice the information didn't match.

Placing his hands on the mouse, to move the pointer up to the ? mark in the top corner, Wes heard a scream. It sounded like an argument. Did she just say ..."Fuck you, I'm not your slut?" as the model on the screen appeared to stand up. Followed by the model opening her mouth at the exact same time as a cry for help eminated from Sam's room. Torn between the app and helping a woman in distress, Wes sighed thinking the choice was obvious. Even if his roommate had suddenly gained 30 pounds of muscle, Wes knew he was a even match for Sam. Unlike Sam, he'd actually taken some self defense courses in his life.

Wes rushed away from the screen barely having time to notice the Australian supermomdel getting back on all fours on the bed. Rushing towards Sam's room to be the "hero", Wes paused as he heard an intense, loud pleasurable moan from Sam's ...lover? "God, even that sounds strange to contemplate," thought Wes. Followed by chains of pleasurable moans being emitted from no doubt the crazy hot woman's mouth. Wes felt almost a bit embarassed standing there listening and even more embarassed as he reached down and started to stroke his cock thru his jeans. Just imaging it was him, unbelievably hung fucking that hot model.

"Oh my fucking god, mmmmmMMMMMMM" came ringing thru the door which finally inspired Wes to leave the door figurinng she clearly was not pleading for help and either she was playing hard to get or misheard. There wasn't a woman needing saving in that room as far as Wes could tell. "If she cries for help again, hehe," though Wes imagining a little daydream of him saving her and being "grateful" and him being on the receiving end of her infections. Yes, Wes had a girlfriend but someone like the aussie chick was a once in a lifetime opportunity. There were probably less than ten thousand woman that attractive anywhere on the entire planet.

Reluctantly sulking back to the living room, Wes was really tempted to just unleash his own beast and stroke to some porn; probably huge dick porn given the circumstances. Out of the corner of his eyes though, that model image seemed to be rocking her pelvis back and forth as if impaling a massive cock. "Come to think of it," thought Wes, "Didn't she stand up/scream at the exact same moment as the model on the screen did?" wondering if it was kind of camera-feed to what was happening in the room.

Moving his hand back onto the mouse, a big window popped up saying "New User Detected. Logging out old user." shocking Wes. "What the fuck? How did it know someone else was using the PC?" only to see a curious window popping up saying "Please enter the name of the Master's representative: ". Slightly hestiant, Wes entered his own name and once again, a window popped up but this time with his own image complete with all the clothing he was wearing displayed on the screen. "What? How?" described Wes baffled this machine could possibly know the exact clothing he'd be wearing at the moment he was intending to use the machine. The chances had to be one in a billion, unless it was a web-camera? Looking at the monitor, Wes didn't see any pin hole suggesting a camera and couldn't see a web camera attached. Musing it was kind of suprising considering with a cock like that, Sam could make some good money webcaming; especially if the Aussie was involved.

Cautiously, Wes moved the mouse back up to the ? mark symbol and clicked

Welcome to Master PC where you are the master's representative. Change reality to your desire. Any command typed into the command box will be followed exactly by the subject. Changes to subjects body, mind, thoughts and personality as possible via the adjustment menus too. To open a new subject, click on the subject's name and begin typing for local search. Local search only applies within 100 miles. It's recommended all new users lock their own profile for security. Enjoy!

Only an okay button existing, Wes paused for a moment. It ...seemed...impossible. Completely totally and utterly impossible that this program could actually change reality. It would violate every law of physics and it was impossible once again affirmed Wes to himself. Yet, men growing masssive dicks well past puberty and Sam ever getting with the Australia chick seemed impossible. Figuring, this had to be fake, Wes decided he'd type a completely impossible command into his own box.

Wes is telepathic and can both send mental commands to another person to be obeyed and read other people's mind at his choosing.

Before hitting send.. Laughing, knowing such a thing would never work. Unsure whether he really wanted to know what was going on in the next room, Wes focused in on his girlfriend Ailish and decided to read her mind:

Omg, every cubicle is in use. Damn, why does the library have to be so busy? Meh, I'll try on the third floor I guess. Ah cool, there's a free spot. Alright, sociology first. Fuck, I forgot my book at home. Ohh well, at least I have my cue cards to use.

Wes shut off the stream of thoughts with another mental command and was utterly stunned. Thinking a quick command to Ailish, Wes waited for his phone to vibrate and surely enough....there it was

I can't wait to fuck your huge dick. Tonight, I'm going to let you take my ass for the first time.

Followed by another text saying

Haha. Just kidding...umm, I don't know why I sent that but don't get any ideas about anal. Miss you. Probably just horny.

His girlfriend had somehow sent the exact text he commanded. However, Wes though, he hadn't actually commanded any change to her emotions or opinions about anal so the follow up text didn't really surprise him. Yet, he realized, that somehow, MasterPC had violated reality. A literal superpower was his. Like...magic. One more test to confirm it's not coincidence, Wes mused.

*Bing* Anal, Anal, Anal, Anal, Anal, Anal written out twenty or so times.

Followed by a Uhhh, I don't know why I sent that

Typing another command into MasterPC, Wes had a plan based off the assumption that Sam's giant cock must have had to do with this program.

Subject has the ability to grow his cock to any proportions at will and shrink it at will to any size of his choosing. If fucking a woman, the woman's pleasure will be amplified ten thousand fold according every inch beyond Wes's natural size he grows. Any woman subject has sex with, will feel her body will temporarily adjust to fit his size and return to normal within an hour of the end of a sexual session with subject.

With that change made, Wes pushed a thought to Sam, Sleep and one to the Aussie beauty whose mind he read is Jasmine, Sam fell asleep leaving you incredibly incredibly horny but deeply unsatisfied. You're obsessed with huge cock. You'll do anything Sam's roommate commands you to do.

Waiting there with a huge smile, Wes willed his cock to be just a bit longer and a bit thicker than Sam had been as he heard the door to Sam's room opening and then silence. Followed by the sound of clothing shuffling around. Only to witness an Australian beauty rushing for the door leaving Wes to ponder how he was going to play this up.