Where to Begin?

I sat in the same chair I had been in earlier, contemplating the uselessness of life. Only this time my contemplation was a lot more optimistic. I watched as this worm writhed around in its vial on the table. This little guy would change everything. I had so much going wrong with my life that it was hard to figure out where to start but I smiled. Genuinely smiled for the first time in about 20 years. I got up and went to the downstairs bathroom. I locked the door and turned on the light to look in the mirror. Holy shit!

I was in my early 20s again. At least that's what it looked like. My face was so much younger and I lifted my shirt to reveal a shredded torso. Golthuem had done some work. I could do some work too. I quickly went about practicing my Flesh Sculptor ability to change my face and body. I played around for a bit, making myself 1 foot tall, making myself 100 years old, even giving myself bunny ears. It was nice. Finally I got to business and made my changes. Changes came to me easily. All I had to do was think about a look and it happened. My final form looked impressive. I was 6' 2" and aged down to be 22 rather than my actual 42. My hair was straightened and the length was locked in as a short and spiked cut that I wore for most of my life. Finally I added a bit of stubble and then made my cock an impressive 11". I made sure to give it girth as well, I wanted this to hurt. I then focused on my Flesh Sculptor ability and set myself back to my old look.

I tried to apply a timer of 1 year to my new look and sure enough I could feel a slight click to confirm it would work. This way I wouldn't draw attention with my sudden change.

I then turned to self hypnosis which was less cool than I imagined it being. I figured I would have to cross my legs and levitate while I meditated on myself but it was more like, thinking about being immortal and it just clicks in my head. Boring, but still useful. So, I made myself immortal, tireless, incredibly fertile and I produced a lot of cum. Not enough to cause me problems but it would be intense. I could also change it later if it was too much. The other boons were not for me.

I went upstairs and found my wife asleep in bed. I decided to put in some study time in my office. I pulled up a video about programming and as I watched, the info just poured into my head. I got bored while the video was playing and I ended up playing 5 more at once. I could not only keep track of each video, I could understand them perfectly. I kept opening more tabs and more videos, learning about hacking, security systems, business. All sorts of topics flooded my brain. My attention was drawn to the sky outside as it got brighter. Morning had come and I felt great! I went downstairs to find my wife and daughter eating breakfast.

"Hey Daddy." Said Megan sweetly.

"Morning, honey" I said leaning down and kissing her forehead. "I saw you were up late last night, did you get any sleep?"

"No, but I can get some sleep today. I saw you up in your office too, did YOU get any sleep?" She smirked.

"No, but I don't need sleep! I am invincible!" I said winking at her. She blushed. I didn't approve of my daughter whoring herself out to the world, but she was still nice to me at least. She knew about her mom though so I don't think she really respected me. Who would?

"You better hope so, I don't want you getting scolded again for napping in the closet." My wife said in a mocking way.

"Not gonna happen. Alright I'm off." I said leaving without eating.

"You're not going to have breakfast?" My wife asked. She could have made me breakfast when she made it for Megan but she purposefully didn't so I would have to waste time at home and be late to work. I was going to enjoy breaking her.

"Invincible!" Said jokingly as I left. My daughter ran to the door to give me a kiss goodbye. She was in a long sleeve shirt on top and tiny little panties on the bottom. I blushed. "Have a good sleep baby girl." I said, leaving.

Work was bustling today. I got in an elevator with Rose Ryan, one of the big time directors and also one of the infamous '12'. She was gorgeous with fiery red hair and long slender legs. She always wore really nice dresses and today was no exception. Normally I would shrink and hope she wouldn't notice me but I had a goddamn spring in my step today. "Good morning, Ms. Ryan." I said. She looked up at me for a second and then back down at her phone saying nothing. That was fine by me.

The 12 were a group of very powerful women (and one gay guy) in Globeview Media. Michelle Walker was the CEO of the whole company and below here was the VP and two directors, Mai Thomas, Denise Washington, and Rose Ryan. They were in charge of the Portland branch of the company and they were very strict and woke. Then there were the 4 floor managers, Riley Samson, Alexis Harold, Mario Sanchez, and Monica Lopez. There were also the three HR girls, Kelly, Nicole, and Rebecca.

I got off on my floor and was face to face with the last member of the 12, Paris Valentine. She was the company lawyer and the girl who would burn you to the ground if a woman decided you had offended her. She was probably one of the biggest threats in the office. She was also a gorgeous redhead who loved to wear long black coats. I assumed her body was nice but I had never even seen a hint of it. "Wilson." She barked at me as she passed me to get on the elevator. I just nodded and went to my desk.

Marley, my desk partner, wasn't there when I arrived. I had a few minutes to work on a special project. I quickly checked to see if I had anything in my inbox and after answering 2 requests, I was ready to put my programming knowledge to the test. I quickly wrote a quick program that would HOPEFULLY give me access to everything in the company. Personnel files, expense reports, security systems and cameras, and of course, all without getting traced back to me. It took me about 30 minutes to write and finally after looking it over 3 times, I was satisfied.

I looked around and noticed that Marley had come in and put her stuff down. Perfect. I could run it from her machine and if anything went wrong, it would get traced back to her. I loaded it onto a flash drive and then put it into her laptop. I was waiting for her to come back while it was running but she always took a long break right when she got to work. It finished and I removed the drive. I checked my laptop to see that it had worked flawlessly. I could see everything. This would be useful for later.

"...yeah well that's what I told him. Oh, hey." Marley said to me as she came to our table. Our office had adopted an open floor plan but allowed us little shields around our really small desks. Marley and I shared a table.

"Hey, did you get the floor plan for the gala? I think that the models should come in from the side door to give them better access." I said to her.

"No, it's fine how it is. Just push it through okay? Thanks!" She said dismissively. Marley was a short blonde girl with big glasses and tattoos and colored streaks in her hair. She also never took showers. It was AWESOME sitting next to her.

"Yep, will do." I said. I made the change anyway because I knew I was right and while she would take credit for it, I wouldn't get fucked with for it being wrong. Which it had been. This is how I worked. The info in my laptop was burning in my mind. I wanted to start planning my first enslavement but I had to wait. Another 2 weeks and someone here would belong to me. How exciting.

I also realized that my options at this job had just opened up. I had always felt like I was contributing to the societal destruction that I hated so much whenever I did any actual work here, but now that I had another avenue for fixing the world, I could pretend to care about this job. I could actually contribute how they wanted me to instead of being miserable. Plus, even once I had someone I would have to wait 2 months to get more.

The day dragged on. We had a meeting about making our black coworkers feel special. I cringed the whole time. I didn't have much racial prejudice but this stuff brought it out of me viscerally. Nothing much of interest happened until about 4 when Kelly from HR arrived at our desk.

"Marley, could you come with me please? Grab your stuff." She pointed to the laptop. Marley looked confused.

"What's going on?" She slowly stood up, grabbing her things and computer.

"Just come with me please? Thanks." She was escorted to a side room. I wondered what could be happening. No I didn't, I knew exactly what was happening. Something in my code was fucked up and they were able to trace the leak to her computer. Tracing it back to my computer would be much more difficult. Plus I left a copy of everything on her laptop so they would think that was the end of it.

She stormed out of the side room, her face red and her eyes filled with tears. As she cornered around to the elevators, two police officers were waiting for her. She screamed as they took her into the elevator. An unfortunate first casualty in the war for my sanity. Farewell weird colored hair girl.

The day finished without incident and I made my way home.