Cathrin, unlucky neighbor

It had been seven weeks till he had vanished. Cathrin had no idea where to or if he would come back, but by now she was guessing something happened to him. Or he went to another dimension. Anything was possible with a guy who held literal god-like power over reality thanks to a computer program that somehow ended up in the hands of that crazy bastard. Cathrin sat down on her couch as once again the dread of his changes came over her, in the form of growing arousal.

Her thoughts went back to that day when it all happened: she was on the phone with her best friend Sophia, when she suddenly said "Sorry, I have to go, have to check on my neighbor." She at that time had no idea why she had said that. She just hung up, grabbed her key, and walked over to Sven, that nerdy college guy next door. He had already been waiting for her at the door, which made the scene even more suspicious, but her body didn't listen anymore. She had walked right into the center of his living room, stripped her clothes, and then stood there incapable of leaving that spot, wondering what the hell was going on.

She knew now. He had a program that allowed him to change anyone he wanted to, and he used it to turn her into his very personal porn fantasy. Cathrin looked down at her ridiculously huge boobs that firmly stood there defying all gravity that she had to somehow now live with. Which looked even more ridiculous after he had worked through the rest of her body and gave her that almost waspish thin waist, and stripped like 10 years of her. A finger went to those freakishly big lips he had also blessed her with. One day he had called her over again, and like an idiot showed her that super long cock he had given himself. So she could blow him while he was getting that tit-job he loved so much. And when she did inevitably, he - as a "reward" - had turned her lips into "blow-job pillows." Power definitely corrupted, her entire body was now a testament to that.

But what was even worse than the physical changes, were the things he did to her brain. When she had threatened him to call the cops, he made her incapable of telling anyone what he did. She literally couldn't get her mouth to speak the words, nor write it down, nor even hint at the horrors she had to go through. Instead her mind automatically came up with excuses if anyone asked. Not that she had to make up many, somehow no one questioned her gigantic new rack, not even her best friend. And Cathrin couldn't even ask why.

And then there were all these other, little, humiliating changes in her mind. Like she couldn't really wear clothes anymore, as the more she put on the more uncomfortable it felt, especially if it was somehow covering her boobs. Her tiny panties were basically the limit of what she could endure for longer time. If she had to go out to buy food not only was it seriously difficult to squeeze her gargantuan tits into a jacket, she also felt like the fabric was rasping on her skin. It wasn't, but it felt like that. He apparently just loved to look at the sexy body he had given her, and therefore turned her into an involuntary nudist. Or that libido he had cranked up completely through the roof. She had to masturbate at least 3 times a day now, and there were constantly cocks dancing around in her mind. She knew if any guy would present a boner to her, she would just go down and blow him. She didn't want to, but that was yet another program inside her mind.

And thinking of it she carefully moved her hands to her tits as her body was asking for it again. He had made her tits so sensitive, it took little for her to get orgasms, because he loved to see her squirm. But then also equally little to get horny again. Her nipples hadn't been down at any point after that change, and that wasn't something he had done specifically, it was simply the result of her body constantly experiencing arousal. Her other hand slipped into her panties, and the electrifying feeling of her now hyper-sensitive clit sent a shock through her entire body. The rest was almost a ritual by now: she sunk down on her couch lost in the arousal, and tried to hold back the necessary thoughts as long as she could. But that in the end was just futile self-**** she did to herself, causing her to twitch and moan on the very edge, since the only way to cum he had left for her was to fantasize about servicing his cock. Otherwise she could do whatever - and she had tried whatever by now - that orgasm she needed wouldn't come. Eventually she allowed her thoughts to drift to his 20 inch cock he had been always wielding so proudly, and her entire self was instantly set on fire. Nothing in this world turned her on as much as his dick, and after moaning aloud and giving her tits and clit a few more rubs, she was inevitably pushed over the edge and came. Violently, as he loved it. Twitching, screaming, completely overwhelmed she let it all out, the full two minutes she was **** to cum, till she could finally sink down on her couch, relaxed and relieved. At least for now.

Her now much clearer thoughts drifted back to the question of where he had went to again. She didn't dare to knock on his door, afraid he might after all be at home, but she had neither seen nor heard from him in the past almost two month. She considered the option that he was gone, and with him probably that godly program. Which would however also mean she would be stuck like this. Sure, there was the option of surgery, or had been as she should put it... When she had complained about the size of her tits one too many times, he had made her incapable of complaining about the changes he did at all. She had called the clinic to make an appointment for breast reduction last week, but just couldn't get herself to say what she wanted. It felt so stupid, trapped in her own sexualized body and mind, but there was nothing she knew of that she could do to fight that programming. The only hope she had, as ridiculously as that sounded, was that he would come back one day and undo what he had done to her. But she was still sane enough to know that this was just a sliver of hope.