Revelations!

When Steve awoke, he felt as though he was drifting on a cloud through the sky.

His eyes slowly opened, and he was soon staring at the ceiling of his room, trying to recall the bizarre dream he'd been having as his limbs began to wriggle underneath his thick bed coverings.

He felt tired, similar to how he felt after leaving the gym, but he was extremely relaxed, as if he had spent the entire night making passionate love to one of his ex-girlfriends.

When he tried to sit up in bed, there was a weight on his arm, and he then realized that someone was snuggled up next to him under the blanket.

Still half-asleep, Steve tilted his head in confusion as he reached for the covers with his free arm and carefully lifted them. The short woman clinging to him was someone he didn't recognize at first. Her big and perky breasts were bubbling out as they were tightly pressed up against the side of his torso, her taut stomach and thin waist led down to a pair of wide hips that were prime for grabbing and using as support for anyone taking her from behind, and the pretty round face that was nuzzled into his shaved armpit was smiling blissfully as her soft breaths tickled his flesh.

God, he never realized just how cute Monica could look when she wasn't chunky and grossly out of sha-...

Steve's eyes went wide at the realization, and his heart felt like it had just exploded inside of his chest.

Slowly, delicately, he worked himself free of his sister's embrace without waking her up and wiggled out of bed.

Without looking back, he went straight to the bathroom. Once there, he bent over the toilet and threw up everything that was in his near-empty stomach. His mind was spinning as he heaved, unable to rationalize what the hell was happening to him, and what had taken place last night while he was a horny idiot.

Monica had taken advantage of him, somehow. It had something to do with that weird computer program she tried to show him last night. After all, he watched as she used it to turn his dick into a literal weapon, and then...

Steve heaved again.

... Despite the insanity of the situation, Steve couldn't deny how good it felt to fuck Monica's new body like she were just a sex toy for him to ravage. Not only that, but he had his mind and intelligence once again, just as his sister promised to return after they...

Steve didn't heave that time, and his stomach felt a big lighter, but it felt as if it was done acting up for the moment.

He took a deep breath and released it, sitting back against the wall opposite the toilet. With his legs extended out in front of him in a V-shape, he looked down between his thighs as the half-erect beast of a cock that he was now sporting. He shook his head and rubbed his face out of frustration, wondering how in the fuck he should handle this situation.

He was a rational guy, and could usually handle pressure really well, but he had no idea on how to proceed.

Monica was a sweet girl, or so Steve figured. She was the kind of girl that was shy, sheepish, and wouldn't harm a fly if one flew right in front of her face. However, being that she was depraved enough to take advantage of him and fuck him like he was the last person on Earth told him that there were quite a few depraved and indecent thoughts swimming around in her mind that he would've never expected. Sure, he knew she wasn't above dabbling in some weird porn, but honest-to-God, real-life ****? That was a bit much...

And as if arguing with him, Steve's cock twitched at the mental image of Monica down on all fours in front of him and treating his new cock like an over-sized popsicle, licking and slurping along the length while she played with his swollen balls.

"Goddamn it..." Steve cursed under his breath, then stood up and gave his cock a shake, blatantly annoyed that he was actually rock-hard at a moment like this. He gave it a few quick strokes, and wondered why Monica would've made his dick magically bigger like it was.

Not just that, but how did she manage to take the entire thing like it was nothing?

And how the fuck did she turn him into a drooling fuck-machine last night?

... Oh, right.

The computer.

And with that thought, Steve left the bathroom with direction and purpose, his fat cock wagging in front of him with each step like it was a reversed tail.

When he reentered his room, Monica was laying on her side and squeezing one of his pillows. She still wore her blissful smile, only now she was gently snoring. Careful not to make a sound or rock the bed too much, Steve sat down on the edge of it and reached under the bed for where Monica had put her laptop.

He found it instantly, and soon it was opened up and resting on his bare thighs.

When the screen came to life, the familiar image of him appeared on the left half of the screen sitting in his current position while the right half was filled with those sliders. This time, he actually had the brainpower to read what was listed above each of those sliders, which caused his heart to race at the sheer amount of details about himself that this computer program knew, and apparently, could modify. He spent the next ten minutes simply exploring the program, learning much more about its capabilities than he ever would've imagined.

It was called Master PC, and it had the power to shape reality to the specifications of the person behind the keyboard. It didn't appear to have any limits on what it was able to do whatsoever, but it seemed to want a person or object to select as a primary target, which it referred to as a 'Subject'. As the simplest possible test, just so Steve could witness first-hand what it was like to change something, he went down to the black text prompt bar at the bottom of the screen, and typed in:

[Subject's fingernails are freshly trimmed.]

And immediately after hitting the Enter key, it was so.

Steve held one hand up and examined it, finding that his nails were in fact trimmed, not that they were bad before, but the change was noticeable all the same.

"This is insane..." Steve mumbled aloud to himself. "How the fuck did Monica find this thing?"

As if being summoned, a pair of soft round orbs pressed into his back, causing him to flinch rather hard in surprise.

"What'cha doing?" His sister cooed from behind, whispering the words into his ear as she gently wrapped her arms around his neck. "Come back to bed, I'm not done cuddling my big sexy bro."

Steve sat there paralyzed in terror and shock for a few moments, realizing that he was too caught up in exploring Master PC to notice that Monica had been stirring behind him.

"M-Monica..."

"Yes?" She drunkenly giggled, still clearly half-asleep. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, first of all..."

Steve said, then sighed before readying himself to get stern with his creepy sister.

"Get your tits off of me, please."