The Origins of Slut Maker Academy

(Author's Note: Before I even begin, this route is going to have a lot of stuff that isn't for everyone. Watersports(i.e., pissing), anal, rimming, bimbofication, a lot of male-to-female transformation, and basically everything I'm into that isn't suitable for another branch. So if you're here from say, my Harem Hotel branch, H.M.M.E., etc., you may not like this branch. I bring up this warning because I don't want to scare people off who may be into other stuff I write, and otherwise, I don't want to gross someone out who may be expecting something else. With all that said, I hope everyone who remains enjoys this, as I've wanted to for a really long time write my own take on Master PC.)

Damon before he found the computer hated his life. His parents had sent him to an all male boarding school to straighten him out, and break his video game addiction through denial, but it all did was make him loath them. He hated with every fiber of his being his peers who bulled him or tricked him, he was infuriated by teachers that did nothing except punish him for daring not to fall in line, and most of all, he hated being surrounded by men all day. What possible crime could he have committed to deserve this fate befalling him? It was his last year there, but even at eighteen years old, he was still treated like a child and given no real freedom.

It was in that spiraling that Damon found a laptop. The laptop was some old forgotten thing he had found in a shed while cleaning, but when had got back to his dorm and turned on the computer, he found just a single program. While he had been hoping for video games, the Internet, or just anything to distract him from the hell he was in, he was intrigued by the name. When he clicked on it, he came face to face with the strangest program had he ever seen.

On the surface, Master PC looked like the character creator in an RPG, or in a game like the Sims for that matter. However, Damon noticed quite quickly that on the right side of the program, there was a list of names called, "Subjects in Range" and those names were all of people he knew. When he clicked on those names, he saw the person in question in the character creator as an impossibly detailed avatar, frozen in whatever motion they were doing. It was with that knowledge he clicked on his own name, and looked at the options. There were three categories, that in the programs were tabs called Physical, Mental, and Sexual, with the last category making him raise his eyebrow. Each of these categories had a dizzying number of sliders, options, and other things available in them.

Unsure what to think of this program, Damon decided to do a test. He scrolled through the list, and found his dick. It had multiple sliders for stuff like length, width, and so on, but he also noticed that he could put in more exact measurements underneath. In addition, he found a dialogue box underneath these sliders and near the box was a question mark. Hovering over it, he got a tooltip explaining that if he found the sliders and such overwhelming, he could type in the changes he wanted there. So, he typed in a single phrase. "Damon has a long, thick, velvety cock worthy of pornography."

After clicking the confirmation box, he saw all the sliders change, and Damon's dick grew. A lot. It only took one look into his shorts to confirm that he had the kind of dick he saw in pornography, and despite knowing better, was often envious of. However, his testicles had fallen behind, and that just wouldn't do. To further confirm things to himself, he decided to try out the sliders. While there were some painful mistakes, with some adjustments, he was able to get his balls to be the size of tennis balls without too much issue, and forever hairless too.

With these adjustments, the reality of the program sunk in for Damon. The power it had was effectively infinite, and he hadn't even played a tag called Global Adjustments. It was then that heard banging at his bedroom door, and yelled in response, "Who is it?"

"It's me dude, please open up." Andrew said.

Normally this would've irritated Damon. Andrew, unlike Damon, was a successful athlete, student, and all around man's man at the all boy's school. While he never bullied Damon, he ignored him, and never helped out his roommate when it most mattered. That was all going to change now though, especially as Damon had just spotted an option in Master PC called unaware...

Andrew was irritated by his roommate Damon. He was the kind of mopey kid that hated the world while never devoting any effort to improving his place in it, and therefore brought a bunch of shit onto himself. Regardless, he wasn't the worst kid to deal with here, and at least stayed out of Andrew's way whenever he could, something Andrew appreciated. All of this was why he found it suspicious that Damon was taking so long to open the door to their shared dorm room.

"Alright, sorry about that, had to finish typing something," Damon said while opening the door. "You know how it is."

There was a moment of confusion on Andrew's part before he remembered that Damon had a very special laptop he had to do school assignments on. It was some weird arrangement with the administration, but it boiled down to the guy having a special laptop that nobody else could touch, and that he had to do a bunch of assignments on it. So once the door open, Andrew just passed through to his bed.

"Alright, but would try to keep it down?" Andrew asked. "At the rate your banging on that thing, it isn't going to last through the semester."

That caused Damon worry about something, but after some quick additional typing he cheered back up. In fact, Damon was happier than at any point Andrew had ever seen him before, which was saying quite a bit in the years he had known him. But as he tried to drift off, he suddenly felt all the exhaustion of his time working out disappear in an instant. Before he could react to this in any way, his roommate asked him a weird question out of nowhere.

"Hey Andrew, if you turned into a girl out of nowhere, how would you react?" Damon asked while smirking.

"I don't know, badly, where the fuck did that question come from?" Andrew asked but then...

Andrea wondered why Damon was asking the question in the first place. "Wait, why the hell are you even asking, you know I'm a girl, right? And my name is Andrea, not Andrew."

More furious typing followed from Damon's laptop, a computer she knew was built to handle his rough treatment. Certainly tougher than her back, which was aching again from her G cup breasts, or her nipples, which were itchy again from her current clothes. While she knew her boobs needed them for support during sports, every bra she ever owned made her nipples itch like crazy for some reason, and it was to the point she always, always slept topless if she could get away with it. The times she tried wearing something over her breasts while she slept had caused her to tear it off in the middle of the night so she could sleep. Heck, it was so bad that she got topless whenever she could when awake as well.

"Sorry Andrea, I forget sometimes," Damon said. "You know how it is, you uh..."

"Yeah yeah, I used to be a guy named Andrew, but anyway, dude, can I please take my fucking shirt and bra off?" Andrea asked. "You know how much it itches."

They had been over this. Because of some weird disease or something, a random assortment of students at the school just woke up as women shortly after their eighteenth birthday. While it wasn't nearly as terrifying as that made it sound, it caused a frustrating amount of paperwork, and also had a bunch of weird side effects, such as Andrea's over sensitive nipples that made her hate wearing shirts or bras. They somehow would never sag, according to some study, but the school wasn't exactly open to her running everywhere topless despite that, and even she had to admit she needed the bra for sports.

"Oh sure, sorry, Andrea, you know you can always be topless around me," Damon said. "Your breasts are amazing-"

"Yeah, amazing," Andrea cut him off while taking off her shirt and bra. "You try having a bunch of weight on your chest while running and shit, or have nipples that itch whenever you put any kind of fucking fabric on them."

More furious typing followed and Andrea tried to relax, although she felt oddly energetic despite all the exercise she had just done. Why was that...

"Hey my bad," Damon replied sheepishly while he continued to type. "It's just easy to forget because you have like super strength from the change that brought them on, don't you?"

"Hey, it's Olympian level strength, dickhead, there's a difference," Andrea said while giggling. "Still, doesn't help with those itchy nipples."

Still, Damon had a point. Andrea liked to whine about her boobs, and even grouched about becoming a woman against her will every once in awhile, but really, it was all in good fun. After all, she had become one of the strongest people in the world, not just at the school, after she changed. None of the boys at the school could even hope to stand up to her on the field, or really, any other athletic activity.

"Remember when I humiliated Brad?" Andrea asked as she continued to giggle. "He claimed that no woman could beat a man, not even one..."

She trailed off rather than repeat the litany of transphobic slurs that had spewed forth from Brad's mouth that day. Andrea knew her roommate could remember though, he had been there for Brad's horseshit.

"And then you just casually bench pressed 800 pounds," Damon said while smiling, although there was something sad about it. "That's why I call you superhuman, you got the highest raw bench press of the entire fucking world that day, you should be in the hall of fame. You're definitely superhuman given you hospitalized him with a slap."

"Yeah yeah, dude, you got to remember how that shit works," Andrea said while leaning up from their shared bunk bed. "Nobody was recording that, and besides, they wouldn't count it because of my weird origins. Don't worry though, I know after I graduate, I'm going to get out there, and grab myself a fucking gold medal."

Soon, they got into a rhythm of talking about old times while Damon kept typing away to finish something. What it was like to wake up with chestnut colored shoulder length hair, to never be able to cover up her legs unless it was zero degrees celsius or colder, how her ass kept getting bigger until they figured out someone else had to grab her ass once a day to keep it a reasonable size, and most of all how she kept humiliating the rest of the school. While Andrea said she was an Olympian in strength, the truth was they couldn't figure out the limits of her strength, because she just got stronger whenever someone tried to challenge her athletic ability in any manner. That had included ****, such as the time she beat up like sixteen people in the space of minutes. All the while, whenever it seemed like Andrea was about to get tired again, she would get a burst of energy out of nowhere, but couldn't figure out why. But then she remembered something very important she had forgotten about that she needed to do every day before bed.

"Hey Damon," Andrea said while pulling off the rest of her clothes. "I know it's late, and you got an assignment to work on, but could you help me with something?"

"Yeah?" Damon asked as he turned around to face her, and then looked shocked. "Oh... right. Uh..."

"Dude, how can you forget about this," Andrea said while she spread her legs and rubbed her pussy with her hand. "We do this every night. Look, just put that laptop in your lap or something, I need you to watch me rub one out."

That caused Damon to quickly type a few things and then turn to face Andrea with the laptop in his lap. "Right, but I think there's something else we have to do?"

Andrea rolled her eyes before answering, "Yes, we have to talk about perverted stuff while I rub one out. That's honestly not that hard. Speaking of..."

At first, she just focused on getting in the mood while Damon watched. It was easier to do this once she was wet, but Andrea was such an exhibitionist that her roommate watching really helped the process along. Then, eventually, she said, "Okay, so, what have you got for me?"

"Lets run through some things before we get to new stuff," Damon said while continuing to type. "I'm having to multi-task here a bit, so reminders would help. Who are you attracted to, for instance?"

Andrea rolled her eyes again. "Everyone. I love dick, pussy, butts regardless of who they're on. I've drooled over teachers, my peers, and maybe even old people once or twice. So... pansexual I guess."

"Great, great," Damon smiled and continued to type. "Can you tell me your kinks or is that too personal?"

"Nothing is too personal Damon," Andrea said. "I'm a total fucking pervert, and love to talk about my kinks, to the point where it's a kink in of itself. I'm an exhibitionist, which means I love it when people stare at me naked, especially when they are turned on by my rocking body. I'm also a voyeur, so I love staring at people naked, especially when they are embarrassed, humiliated, or turned on by it. I love it when people touch or play with my ass so much that I'm thankful it has to happen every day, and I play with my butthole whenever I can. In fact, hold that thought."

Juices from her pussy could, in a pinch, be used to make her asshole easier to finger, and so Andrea got all she could from her very wet pussy and spread them on her asshole. She wasn't enough of a masochist to like bare anal sex, which she knew from bitter experience, so she was always on the hunt for easy lubrication. Once she got lubed up some, she put fingers from her left hand in her butthole, and moaned. Some of that was theatrical, but truth be told, sticking stuff up her butt was amazing, and Damon watching made it even better.

"Okay, point made," Damon said while blushing. "You've got more?"

"Yep," Andrea said with pride. "For instance, I love getting a reaction out of people to me being a pervert, and I got turned on seeing you blush Damon. So, for other stuff I love doing... I love playing with cum, and it's why I look through your underwear to see if you've left any presents for me. I love sitting on faces, which was why one time I sat on Greg's face until he almost suffocated with my bare ass. Man... I actually cummed doing that, remember?"

"Yeah, I definitely remember," Damon said. "So you like dominating others too?"

"Oh yeah, and when people piss me off, I want to put them in their place," Andrea continued while getting closer. "But it isn't just dominance. I got horny when my butt expanded and it ripped my shorts open so that everyone could see my ass crack. The time I realized that to sleep properly I had to rub one out in front of you was even better, or that I had to talk about perverted stuff for it to work."

"Ah, so you're a switch," Damon said beaming with pride. "Alright, anything else? You seem pretty close."

"I'm into basically anything, I think it'd be easier to list what I'm not into at this point," Andrea said then pivoted to something that she knew would shock Damon. "But one we haven't mentioned is how much I love piss."

"You do?" Damon asked, and his typing stopped briefly from hearing that. "Uh, how much do you love piss?"

"A lot," Andrea said. "I get worked up every morning when I pee, or when I catch you peeing. I've always wanted to piss on people, for someone I liked to piss on me, and heck, I want to drink piss straight from the tap. I often fantasize wrapping my lips around the head of some big meaty cock while the guy it’s attached to relieves himself in my mouth. Fuck... in fact... YES!"

Andrea cummed, hard, repeating that fantasy. "Thanks Damon, I got to get to bed, but maybe we can do something more interesting tomorrow, huh?"

Damon at this point had a full grasp of the program. He had not only been able to alter Andrew into Andrea, but had also altered himself to increase his typing speed, altered the laptop to make it indestructible, and had retroactively altered the past. The laptop specifically he had also given infinite battery life, would teleport to his hands whenever he thought for it, and was inaccessible to anyone except him. As for Andrea... he got everything he could ever want in a roommate. She was a great friend, a loyal protector, and maybe in the future the ultimate girlfriend in being hot, along with a total pervert.

As Damon looked at Andrea's sleeping body though, he didn't want to take advantage, now that he had transformed her that way. She was genuinely his friend, and he had a whole new set of memories proving that, which he now knew were the true reality now. All the rage and bitterness that had caused the initial avalanche of changes had dissipated talking to her, so while he was horny, he didn't want to **** it. Or at least, not anymore than he already had.

The rest of the school though? Damon still had plans for the accursed institution he was stuck at, and how he was going to change it. There was that global tab to play with, and he hadn't forgiven any of bullies. Really though, he thought a lot of the reason he was merciful was because Andrea was an eighteen year old girl now. His experiences at the school had made him despise the sight of boys and men, along with being **** to see women. His heterosexual orientation had become more ****, as he was grossed out by guys now, and just the sight of a girl made him feel better than he had in a long time, much less a gorgeous naked one. And he had the power of a god, so he could act on that desire.

Damon got back to work, and typed through the night. There was so much to do, and Master PC had made him a god. No one was going to stop him from creating paradise...