Finally

Finally sitting down Gil tried to relax. He was finally settled. It was all done, finally. He was now, more or less, alone again. Back to being single. Living alone in a two bedroom apartment, three towns over and about an hour away from his old life.

He clicked his tongue as he tried to get comfortable in his old recliner. Pulling out his phone from his pocket he opened it up and checked the thing he'd been sent. He was kinda curious what MPC was.

A minute of perusing had him curious. There were a bunch of rules ans stuff but he could read those later. He got the main jist. Write in prompts and drop down menus to tweak things. "What is this? Is this a sims game?"

"Fine. I'll play." Not being the worlds greatest typest Gil took his time putting his name into the app.

He was surprised to see a photo of himself pop up on his phone screen. Scrolling down it even had some of his stats written down. "How the hell does this thing know how much I weigh?"

"Fucking hell computers are really something these days, arent they." Gil shook his head. AI or a techy something or other could estimate his weight just based on pictures.

"Enh." He made a face at the fact that he was thirty pounds over where he wanted to be. The past year had not been kind to his waist line.

"Alright... lets give this thing a spin." He needed a laugh and was hoping this MPC could do the job. Now what to do... what to do... what would fix him looking like an out of shape lump? What he wouldnt give to look like an old school cooler than cool Hollywood leading man.

●Gil Yearwood looks like a 30 year old Paul Newman

Gil laughed as the picture on his phone still had his clothes on but had Paul Newman's handsome face and baby blue eyes. The only thing missing was Gil's black hair. Although it was more gray than black these days. But this AI thingy was pretty good at what it was doing so straight black hair shouldnt be too big an ask of off brand photo shop.

●Gil Yearwood has black hair without a single gray hair.

The picture was now Paul Newman with short black hair.

"Ha. Would you look at that. Thats pretty cool."

Fiddling with some of the drop down menus Gil quirked an eyebrow as he turned off clothes somehow or enabled X-ray settings. He looked at the naked not quite him on his phone and laughed. He spared his clothed body a look and shook his head as the AI whatever that was doing this was being generous with the muscles and then genitalia. The penis on display was bigger than his own. Which gave him a laugh as he got a terrible idea that only a twelve year old boy would think was cool.

●Gil Yearwood has a penis that is over a foot long and is massively fat.

"Call me a pencil dick, Mags." He grumbled darkly.

Gil's dark mood lifted as he started laughing at the ridiculous image on his phone screen. He'd seen smaller salamis at the deli counter in the grocery store. Phil wondered how the MPC knew to include the fact that his penis curved to the right, because the stupidly huge dick attached to the Newman him on the screen also had the same curve to the right. Shaking his head in wonder, Phil reached down to adjust himself. He stopped laughing when he came into contact with something that didnt belong there. Looking away from his phone Gil looked at the very large lump in the crotch of his jeans.

"The fuck?"

Putting his phone down Gil used both hands to undo his jeans and pull his boxers out of the way.

"The FUCK?"

Gil was looking at a ridiculously huge penis. There was at least twelve inches of very fat penis in his pants. And it was attached to him. He gently prodded it. It seemed real. He gently grasped the semi soft penis. There was every sensation he was used to when it came to holding his penis. Only there was more to feel now. And it was attached to him...

This was real?

"THE FUCK?" Gil shouted. He pushed himself to his feet and hurried to the bathroom as best he could with this ridiculous dick flopping around between his legs. He needed a mirror and he needed it now. If the MPC had actually given him this obscene penis, what else had it given him?

"The fuck?" Paul Newman asked the mirror. Gil stared at a black haired 30 year old Paul Newman in the mirror. Reaching up he touched Paul's face and watched as the Paul in the mirror suddenly did the same thing.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Gil tilted his head up, down and all around and watched as Paul Newman in the mirror did the same. Gil looked down at the dick he had seemingly created.

"This is real? This is really real?" Gil shivered.

"This is real."