Storm clouds threatened to unload on the tiny town of Martinsburg as Talor Martin rushed from her car to the front door of the small house she shared with her best friend. A loud crack of thunder made her jump as she closed the door. A torrent of rain followed drumming loudly on the house. The metal roof reverberated with the beat of the rain drops hitting. She let out a slow breath as she dropped her backpack on the couch. Taylor went to the bathroom to freshen up. As she was coming out of the room she heard the front door open and a rushing sound then a loud bang as the door closed. Standing before her was her roommate, Pamela Tate. The frumpy librarian was soaking wet. Her normally curly hair was dripping as it clung to her head. She was totally drenched. Pamela made squishing sounds as she walked to her room. She held a hand up as she passed Taylor, “Not One Word!” she snapped. Soon she was moving to the bathroom holding dry clothes away from her drenched body. The bathroom door closed with a slam.

Taylor was sitting at the kitchen table reading her tablet when Pamela walked in. She looked up and motioned to a kettle sitting on a warming pad. “I made some cocoa if you want any.” Pamela sat and poured a cup for herself. “Sorry I snapped Tay.” Pamela said. “It's okay. You looked like it had been a rough time coming home.” Taylor replied. The two sat for a moment as Pamela sipped her cocoa. Then she broke the silence, “Tay,” she looked down at the table, “I asked Johnny out today.” Taylor’s head snapped up as she looked at her embarrassed roommate. “It didn’t go well did it?” She shook her head no in reply causing her curly hair to whip around her head. “No. He laughed at me.” Pamela broke down crying. Taylor moved and wrapped her friend in a tight hug. “Shhhh, easy. I’m here for you.” She led Pamela to the living room and covered her in a throw with the mascot of their high school on it. The green and silver throw soon was pulled tightly around Pamela. Taylor sat by Pamela, who had scrunched up in a ball of just the top of her head and the War Eagles Throw. “Wanna tell me what happened?” Taylor asked. Pamela sighed and then told her about seeing him as she left the library. He was getting out of his sportscar as she was walking to her car from the library. Pamela had always had this crush on the former star high school quarterback. Taylor didn’t see the appeal, but she leaned more to the other team. So, Pamela had said hello, asked how he was doing, how life was treating him, and then she just asked him out. “He laughed at me, Tay. I mean I could take a no, but he laughed and then told me a dumpy fat gal like me would never have a chance with him.” she cried. Taylor rubbed her shoulder. “First, Fuck Him. Second, you are not fat, you are curvy, voluptuous is the term best to describe you. Third, and last, he is the biggest jerk around!” After her tirade, Taylor heard giggling. “What?” “Fuck him was what I wanted to do.” Pamela looked out from the cover and grinned. “Thanks Tay.” “Anytime Bestie.” she said as she ruffled Pamela’s curls.

“Oh Crap!” Taylor said as she jumped up. “I have a gaming session to do online in like three minutes.” “Have fun.” Pamela said as she turned the TV on and settled down to chill out. Taylor rushed into her room and quickly booted up her computer rig. Once she was signed into her streaming account it was already full of subs ready to watch her play this new Quest-type game that had just been released. She was bouncing over the terrain as a sword-welding paladin. The sword was one she had earned by her early play to prepare for the game stream. It was massive. It had the ability to cut the Dragons in the game down. She commented to the viewers about how she earned the sword and how it had different customs that could be combined. The tips dropped and she had a great discussion with the commenters after the game stream ended. Taylor had shut the connection to the video and sound but still had some stragglers in the chat having fun. Things slowed down and her nerd herd had begun saying goodbyes, as the last chatter exited, a ping occurred. Taylor looked and saw a notification for a game link. “Has to be a scam, right?” She checked her firewalls then sent the link to a computer she had set up as a place she could open stuff she didn’t want connected to her main rig. After closing the ports, she unplugged the computer so it was just hooked up to the Internet. “Here goes.” she said as she clicked the link. The screen went blank, then blipped back on and a turning M filled the screen. It twirled slowly as a progress bar began showing the loading process. Taylor bit her lip as she watched the multicolored bar advance percentage by percentage. She actually jumped when the screen suddenly flashed and a PING sound announced the file had loaded. In front of her was the Words: Master PC Reality Altering Game. “What the…..?” Taylor muttered.

A display appeared with drop down boxes and blank areas. Along the side was a spinning display of Taylor. She started looking around the room for the camera angle, but realized it was impossible that there could be a camera in her room. “That is me.” She started reading the text in the first box. She was amazed. “No Freaking Way.” The game was explained as an updated version of the Master PC program. It explained that to update for the modern era the Master PC program was now styled after video games. The further a player went the more special reality altering additions would be unlocked. “This cannot be real. Well, guess it can’t hurt to play. At least it seems to be virus free.” Taylor studied the boxes and found the different attributes for her listed. It was eerie how it nailed her height, weight, just all of her on display. She decided to mess with the hair option. She made the color a soft lavender, styled like a popular animated character by having a tight long braid that stretched down her back. The game asked if she wanted to remain aware of changes and if others should be aware. “Well not much of a test if I don’t realize but I better keep Pamela and everybody else just believing I have always rocked this style. What am I saying, nothing will happen.” She clicked to apply changes. Suddenly she felt her hair being pulled tight along her scalp. A weight pulled at her and she reached back pulling the braid around and it was the exact color from the animated movie. “HOLY FUCK!” she yelled. After trying a few more small changes like removing skin tags, making her nails perfect, she ventured into some of the drop downs. This allowed for improving her health, endurance, stamina, and overall muscle strength. A ping accompanied a message that told her she had unlocked the increased scan range. Before checking that out she fixed it so she could use her gaming computer. Her multiple monitors now spread the game out so that the image box had its own space. Taylor clicked on the new achievement and saw that now Pamela was added to a list of neighbors and others in a certain range. “Wow.”

“Should I?” she pondered. Taylor clicked on Pamela’s name. Suddenly her image was replaced by Pamela’s body turning. She was cuddled up on the couch asleep. “This is such an unreal experience. Looking through she decided to improve her best friend’s health like she had hers. As she was fiddling with changes she noticed a box asking to save default. “Crap.” Taylor freaked a bit as she realized that she had changed herself and her friend and never imagined that the need to go back might happen. Hurriedly she saved their changes going forward. At least they would always come back to being healthy. She guessed her new hair was her default, but what was done was done. The image of Pamela was moving now. It was funny as she moved around and made motions for whatever she was doing in the house. Taylor decided to adjust her friend a bit and see what the changes would be. She added some height to bring her up to the same height as she had. The hair got a volume increase and now would have a gradual change from the normal black to by the time it reached the tips it would be an electric blue. It gave a very punk look to the shy librarian. “Taylor! Supper!” Pamela called out. “On my way.” Taylor replied as she clicked for the changes to activate. As she left, a new achievement had unlocked in the game.

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“I am in a food coma.” Taylor said as she collapsed on the couch. “I will take that as a compliment.” Pamela grinned as she plopped down beside her bestie. “Someone is feeling better.” Pamela grinned, “Yeah, I am. I just have to let go of this crush.” “Obsession.” Taylor interrupted. “Obessession.” Pamela repeated. “So you were in there streaming for a long time. Something interesting happen?” she smiled. “What? Uh, nope, just a regular slashing up dragons for the adoring masses.” Taylor fumbled. “Speaking of, I believe I left some stuff running. Better go check. Pamela giggled as her friend rushed off, “That girl either has some cyber shipping going on or she has an obsession her own self.”

Pulling on her new braid, Taylor surveyed the notifications that the game had made after she left to go eat. Mumbling to herself she read the list. “Personality traits unlocked. Mental changes unlocked. Remote play enabled.” Her eyes widened at the last one. “Remote….” She clicked on the box and a change to the left side screen appeared. It explained how to take either a laptop or some other electronic device and turn it into a portable interface for the Master PC Reality Editor. Looking around her room she spied her box of discarded electronics. Taking an old pad she had used for art doodles and reading online stories she brought it over to the gaming rig. She clicked okay to the creation of the portable device. She was shocked as her camera suddenly sent out a scanning beam. It settled on the pad and after a bit of intense glowing, her new device was before her. 

She heard Pamela getting ready for bed. Looking over at the clock she saw that she had been reading the operating manual for hours. It was time to call it a night. She put the gaming rig in its powerdown mode and went to the bathroom. The purple braid was looking so prominent to her. It was cool, but it was hard to believe she had written it into existence, yet here it was in the reflection she stared at in the mirror. She removed her clothes and marveled at the little changes she could see. Her movements were more fluid. She had to admit, she looked pretty hot. She slipped her long nightshirt over her body. After finishing her nightly rituals for beauty and health, she headed to bed. The sleep was filled with dreams of transforming people. It was like the possibilities had just begun spilling out of her unconscious mind. The morning would find her aroused and horny from the erotic ideas her brain had created.

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BREEEP! BREEP! BREEEP! BREEP! BREEEP! BREEP! Taylor’s hand searched blindly for her alarm clock as it rudely woke her up. After silencing it she scratched under a boob as she groggily became alert. Then she remembered the Master PC Reality Game. Hopping from bed she headed to her gaming station and woke the machines up. The placeholding spinning M greeted her. “It wasn’t a dream.” she mumbled. As she awoke she realized how horny she felt. “Damn. must have had some hella dreams last night.” She quickly checked on her changes and then on Pamela’s changes. Everything seemed fine and all the positive changes were still there. She then saw the “Subject Finder” box. Clicking on it at first displayed an aerial view of the neighborhood. There was a dot with her name, Pamela’s name. The neighbor’s houses within a large circle showed dots and names for the immediate neighbors and then houses of people she did not know. She decided to check out her elderly next door neighbors. James and Rose Gaither. “Oh my…” she gasped. Taylor read how Rose was dealing with numerous health issues, the biggest seemed to be cancer. James was in bad health as well. His mental status was deteriorating as well. Probably the stresses of caring for his dying wife. “Well, time to do some changes.”

Fingers quickly danced over the keyboard. The changes were becoming more and more as Taylor answered questions the game posed, then that inspired a new change. She decided that it was not enough to just make them healthier, she wanted to give them some fun and joy back in their lives. After she noticed that Rose’s libido was rising as she was given better health, she decided to have some fun. The tick tacking of the keyboard was like a symphony. After finishing Taylor leaned back and stretched her arms back as the Game mentioned that the changes would occur slowly over the next 10 hours. “That was fun. I can hardly wait to see how they are later today. She looked in on some other houses. The son of the Johnsons’ was currently in the act of masturbation. It was amazing how much info the Game provided. She saw his self confidence was really low. His libido was raging though. Looking over his stats she realized he was really small for his age of nineteen. She seemed to remember that he worked at the local fast food place. He was pretty scrawny. She decided to change that and hopefully get him laid. “He is straight, right? Oh, Bi. That can be interesting.” Soon he was changing in real time as the Game didn’t need to adjust much to make his body into a sexy form that would have the people desiring him. To make sure, she gave him a confidence boost. She then saw that there was a pheromones box. She increased it from ten percent to forty percent. The Game said that would make others feel an attraction to him that meant they enjoyed being around him and as they were in contact the feeling would grow. 

Looking at the time, Taylor realized she needed to hurry up and head to her family’s business. She definitely could not be late for work, Aunt Grace would be on her. Stripping her nightshirt and soaked panties off as she walked to the hallway, she sauntered naked to the shower. Pamela stood watching with shock as her normally chaste roommate strolled naked through the house. Taylor didn’t notice. She soon was soaping up her body and alleviating the arousal that had built up during the night. Pamela turned around and headed to her room. Her mind was really churning as she began to have ideas that never had occurred to her before.

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Randy Johnson's hand gripped his average dick as he lay back in his bed. His eyes were closed, breathing steady as he stroked to the image of his co-worker Melanie. She was short, athletic but curvy where it mattered. She had been a few years ahead of him in school. A cheerleader, ran track, just missed the scholarships that could take her out of the Town of Martinsburg. Now she wore a polyester uniform with a cow and chicken sewn on the back. He was currently imagining his usual fantasy of being at work, locking up and having Melanie come on to him. She had been stood up by her date, Randy had consoled her, telling her the Community College dude was dirt. In his mind she was stripping out of her yellow orange uniform with the brown collar. As he dreamed the changes Taylor had made were taking hold. His dick began stretching in length and girth. The sensitivity grew as his organ expanded. Randy was unaware as his body stretched in length and muscles toned upon his body. Abs formed on the once scrawny frame. His acne cleared up and his hair became model worthy. The changes finished as he came. Ropes of cum erupted from his new cock. Randy would wake up to a mess, but otherwise feeling really good.

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Taylor had her fingers playing with her sex as she felt the water from the shower cascaded down her long braid and back. She was running through her usual group of celebrity women that revved her up. Strangely she also began thinking about Pamela. The way her naked form had been displayed on the computer screen. How the changes she had made just tightened up an already sexy body. She came as the image stayed the focus of her desires. Her body shuddered as the orgasm rocked her. She panted as she washed away the result of her self-love. She finished and wrapped a towel around her body. Wiping the steamed up mirror with her hand she looked at herself. “Where did that come from?” Taylor completed her morning rituals and noticed the braid was a bit unruly. Skipping to her room she plopped down and brought up her profile. Soon her hair was back in the very long braid and every hair in its place. She added a bit of purple eyeshadow. When she was done she had made herself up to look fabulous. A notification dinged and she saw that she had been gifted something. Scrolling over the info she saw that there was a gift of the game being able to be mobile. Reading more she saw the instructions, which upgraded the Pad she had transformed. It could also be connected to phones as well.

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“So glad you could make it to work this morning Taylor.” a woman said sarcastically. “Love you too Aunt Grace!” Taylor replied with a sing-song voice. “Harumpf.” she snorted. Taylor put her backpack down behind the Front Desk area of her family’s Hotel & Diner. She watched as Grace, her Dad’s sister, walked back into the Diner from the shared walkway. The usual suspects were sitting and drinking coffee and telling “lies” as the people that came for breakfast and any guest had long gone to work. Taylor looked over the reports from last night's check ins. Not bad for the off season. The remodel on the local Big Box Store had helped as many of the workers that came to do the work were staying at their old style hotel. It had a creaky old elevator that covered the three floors of the quaint establishment. Fifty regular rooms with King And two Queen beds made the core of the Hotel’s number of rooms. Then there were various suites that numbered fifteen. Taylor had grown up here at Martin Sleep & Eat Hotel. Her Dad still lived in the Family part of the Hotel. It was kind of cool that one of the largest buildings was still their small family-owned businesses. She had played along the hallways and secret nooks that only a child could find. The Diner was her Aunt Grace’s domain. She was glad to not have to work that side anymore. Since her Mom had stepped away from the management of the Hotel, Taylor had stepped up and done her part. It meant that she had to cut back even more on her Community College classes, but also that she no longer had to work under Aunt Grace.

“Hey Sis! What Up Nerd Girl?” a nice looking fellow just a bit older looking than Taylor said as he plopped down on a couch behind the Front Desk. “Oh, it is God’s gift to…wait, no. You would have to have a woman to be God’s gift to her.” She snarked at him. Marty smiled. He loved busting his sister’s chops. Especially since every time he tries to join in the local computer gamer club, she makes sure she deals him defeats when they are against each other. “So, Martin Martin, how was it last night?” she asked. “Pretty good,” he mumbled. He hated when she reminded him that he was named Martin Martin. “Ready to chill a bit, eat a bit then go sleep until I come back tonight. Aunt Grace is fixing me something right now.” “You always have been her favorite.” she said. “I can’t help the greatness.” Taylor rolled her eyes as she dug through her backpack. She lay some things out on the small table near the couch. “What are you digging for?” Marty asked. “My nametag. YES! Found it.” she said as she stood up. The phone rang and Taylor answered. A minute later she put the “AWAY FROM DESK” sign out and went to help a guest on the third floor. Once she left the Pad caught Marty’s eye.

“Holy Crap!” he exclaimed as he brought the device awake. “This has to be her new character for her next gaming quest. It even looks like her, Wicked.” He stood and carried the Pad to the back area for some privacy. Plus he could see when Taylor came back. Marty easily brought up info on the Pad. He was oblivious to the fact that this was actually Taylor he was seeing and starting to change. “Mindset? Sexuality! So many cool ideas I have.” he whispered. Soon he had adjusted many aspects of what he believed would be the in game character that Taylor would play the next time the Gaming Club played. He was sure to decimate her as long as she didn’t catch on. He kept working faster as he wanted to be gone before Taylor got back. The adjustments were mainly mental and personality aspects. Taylor was no longer lesbian as Marty thought it would be funny to make her Bi. He bumped up her Submissiveness in the hopes to dominate her in the game. Obedience, a need to serve. Both were added. When he was done he slipped the Pad back under the stuff that had been on top of it. Laughing he sauntered over to get the breakfast that his Aunt Grace was fixing.

Smoke detectors had been the bane of Taylor’s existence lately. She was glad she had started keeping batteries stashed around the Hotel as it seemed when one started beeping the batteries dying, five others would as well. After balancing on the stool that was in this type of room Taylor was heading back to the Front Desk. “Of course that dummy Martin didn’t hang around.” she muttered, “Of course he was off shift, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. A few check outs came by as Taylor manned the Front Desk. Soon her Dad had arrived. Ben Martin was still a handsome man for his age. He kept working to ensure that he and his wife had enough healthcare. He also really enjoyed meeting all the people that would come through the sleepy little town that had a great area for rest on long trips and just visiting the quaint little shops and stuff in the area. Once he took over the Desk, Taylor grabbed the Pad and headed back to the office. Soon she had her assignments for the Housekeepers ready. Once she had everything needing done finished, she picked up the Pad and went to work. She didn’t notice that there were changes to her profile. She was working on her Dad’s health. She even looked into how her Aunt Grace was and helped her out. “Tay!” she heard. “Yes Dad, coming.” Taylor replied. Once she got to the Desk there was a very nicely dressed couple standing there. The woman had a severe bun on her head. An expensive coat hid whatever she was wearing underneath, but the things showing made Taylor think the woman had money. The gentleman was the definition of that word. He had looks and was so polite and charming. “Taylor, would you help the Pattersons to the Bungalow please?” Taylor tried not to laugh. The Bungalow had been a small house built when her Grandfather decided they should try and appeal to a high class clientele. It was nice. Pricey, but nice. Lots of times now whenever a family lost a home to fire or disaster, Taylor’s Dad would house families there. It was a quaint little house.

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“So here are your keys.” Taylor said as she handed them to the woman after opening the door. “Oh Earl it is simply darling. You take care of putting the luggage away while I speak with our terribly cute helper here.” Earl nodded in response to his wife, “Yes Dear.” He disappeared into the Bungalow. “My name is Amelia. You are?” she said as she took Taylor’s braid in her hand. “My name is Taylor, Ma’am.” The woman smiled, “So polite Taylor. I adore this braid you have. It reminds me of a leash. Have you ever been leashed, my dear?” Taylor tried to not react, “Uhmm, No Ma’am. I have never been, uhm, leashed.” “A pity” she responds, “Come with me.” the woman commanded as she held the braid and began walking. Taylor felt herself walk even as she was ready to politely decline. Instead she was being led along to the living room. “Stand there in the middle of the room, Pet.” Amelia told her. Taylor moved to stand in the middle of the room. Amelia walked over to the small fireplace as her husband came into the room. She removed her jacket and handed it to him and he folded it and disappeared into the bedroom. “Earl is such an obedient Husband. You seem obedient as well. Are you obedient Taylor?” “Yes Ma’am” Taylor replied. In here mind she was screaming, What the fuck am I saying? “That is a wonderful Pet.” Amelia smiled. As she moved like liquid to the couch Taylor scoped her body. It was tall and lean. A toned set of legs and arms showed she spent time on her fitness. A red latex dress hugged her amazing body. She sat and crossed her legs. “Pet, that is now my name for you Taylor. Do you understand?” “Yes Ma’am.” Taylor said meekly. Earl had returned. He went and stood behind his wife. “Earl, look at this lovely Pet. I feel we will have such fun with her.” Taylor was confused, but in her mind she knew that she must obey. Obedience was the most important thing. “Earl, call the front desk and let them know Taylor here will be helping us for a while.” she said. “Yes dear.” he replied.

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Rose Gaither had been up for a few hours. When she had gone to bed she didn’t stay long. Up and down throwing up all night. That happened lots with the Cancer medicine she had to take. There was some point in the night she had gotten a bit of sleep. Now though she felt really good. It was like all the pain of the cancer and the years of life had abated. She stood in the bathroom looking in the mirror and admired her youthful looking face and body. Her Silver hair was long and full of volume. It was a new morning and her body was slowly becoming very different from the one she had gone to bed with yesterday. James came up behind her. He no longer slouched over. The muscular frame of his youth had returned. His hair was full again with a silver color. He wrapped his strong arms around his wife and leaned down kissing her neck. She moaned at his touch. Soon her head had turned and their mouths now kissed with an urgent need. Taking her hand he led her back to their bedroom. She looked at his back muscles as they walked. His boxer shorts contained a hard ass that she admired. He turned and kissed her hard as he slipped her robe from her shoulders. Next came the nightgown that for some reason enveloped her youthful body. Rose stood before him a goddess in naked glory. James cupped her breasts and began squeezing and caressing them as they kissed.She reached down and slid her hand inside his boxers and was stroking his growing cock. He brought his arms down and took her ass in his hands hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs around his body as they continued to kiss.

Soon he had put her on the bed and was now between her legs eating her out as her fingers caressed his silver hair. Rose arched her back as she shuddered in bliss. Her husband then travelled up her body kissing and nibbling as he moved upward. She was groaning with the intense feelings his tongue and teeth were causing to her body. James wasted no time impaling her on his shaft. They were not making love, this was more. It was intense and had a rawness about it. She screamed each time he brought her to orgasm. As he hit his climax a roar sounded from his throat with a guttural power. Her womb was flooded with his seed and as each felt the heat in their sex, they collapsed. Gentle kisses were given as they recovered.

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“Ben, don't tell me that Taylor has flaked and run off on you?” Grace said as she approached the Front Desk. Ben shook his head and sighed. “Grace I really wish you would stop being so hard on my daughter. For your information I just got off the phone with those guests in the bungalow. They have asked Taylor to assist them with some stuff for a few hours.” Grace rolled her eyes. “I bet.” Ben shot her a sharp look and she halted the conversation. “Did you need something?” Ben asked. “Yes, I was going to see if Taylor could watch the Diner for a bit while I run an errand. I guess that is not going to happen.” Grace began to head back. “Wait. Give me a minute.” Ben picked up the phone and called his wife Sara. After a bit of discussion Sara had said she would come watch the Diner for a bit. Ben smiled as he told his sister to go and wait for his wife to get ready. A sullen Grace trudged off back to the Diner. Ben shook his head. He loved his sister, but she could be a handful. He did wonder what the errand was that she needed to handle in such a hurry.

Meanwhile, in the Bungalow, Amelia had taken Taylor by the braid and led her to the bedroom. “Strip Pet.” she commanded. Taylor thought Like Hell I will Bitch! Her fingers though began removing her clothes as she replied, “Yes Ma’am.” Amelia smiled. I believe I have had enough of this “Ma’am” business. You are to address me as Mistress and my dear husband Earl here is Sir, Understood?” Taylor was unhooking her bra as she said “Yes Mistress.” Next she slid her panties down her legs and then stood there naked. A chill ran down her spine as she wondered why she was obeying these people. It had to be the Master PC Game, but how? Taylor couldn’t panic. Her entire being was now operating as an obedient servant. She knew her name was Pet. She knew she had to obey Mistress and Sir. “Now Pet, Sir has placed your collar on the bed. You are to put it on and then kneel on the bed until I am ready. “Yes Mistress.” came the reply as she reached down and picked up a pink collar. It had a little tag that said Pet on it. She fastened it on her neck and felt it warm as her skin made contact. Carefully she climbed on the bed and sat on her knees and awaited her Mistress.

Amelia was being undressed by Earle. The fashionable dress she wore now was being hung with care. She stood in just her stockings attached to a garter belt and a lacy bra. Her bald pussy drew Taylor’s attention. “You need to understand, you are now my Pet. You will wear that collar until I tell you to remove it. If anyone asks, you reply that it is a new fashion trend. You love being my Pet, don’t you?” Taylor was having a hard time thinking. The changes that had been made to her were adjusting her to the commands being said. “Yes Mistress, I love being your Pet.” She did. Her mind was readjusting. She loved being this woman’s obedient Pet. It was just reality now. Why did she ever feel like that was wrong? Amelia walked up to the bed and using the braid pulled Pet to her. Pet followed and her face was soon in front of her Mistress’ sex. “Give me pleasure Pet.” “Yes Mistress.” She leaned closer and let her tongue flick the bottom of Amelia’s slit. Pet then did a flat lick slowly up the folds. She began kissing and nibbling before her tongue slipped inside. The tongue fucking was enthusiastic. Earl had stood naked beside his wife and began kissing her as he caressed her ample breasts. Pet only knew she needed to make Mistress feel good. Her world was reduced to giving pleasure. Amelia soon had a hand on Pet’s head as she gasped and shuddered. Earl held her up as the orgasm that hit her buckled her legs. Pet sat back up with a glistening mouth happy that Mistress had cum.

“Earl, we have found a very good pussy licker.” Amelia gasped as she lay down on the bed. She ordered Pet to get on all fours  and as they maneuvered their bodies, Pet was now kissing between Amelia’s legs as the woman lay back playing with her nipples. This left her pussy exposed. Pet felt a pressure on her sex as Sir rubbed the tip of his dick against it. She moaned into her Mistress as she felt him penetrate her. Soon he was thrusting into her, pushing her face deeper into Amelia. The next few hours they used her in so many different ways. A tired Amelia told Pet to write her number down. Then she was to freshen up, get dressed, and return to work. “Remeber, you are only Pet for me and Sir.” Amelia said as Taylor left.

Taylor was sore and tired as she returned to the front desk. “Sorry it took so long Dad. They needed me to help them get oriented to the area. So many questions.” Ben kissed the top of her head. “That is okay, Pumpkin.” The rest of the day went smoothly. Taylor finished her shift and then went to the family area and rested. She was going to eat with her parents before going home. She had pulled the Pad out and was getting ready to wake it up from sleep mode when her brother walked in. “Hey Sis. That a new device?” She eyed him. “Yeah.” He chuckled. “Wish I had a cool gadget to game with all the time. Oh well, see ya later. My shift starts now.” Taylor pondered his wording. She clicked her profile and realized that she had lots of changes. A side profile was added that listed Pet’s attributes. Taylor looked at the screen. She thought about resetting her profile, but she knew that would not please Mistress and Sir. Instead she adjusted so that she was only the way the changes had made her when she was serving as Pet. Happy, she closed her profile.

As she ate the spaghetti her Mom had made for supper Taylor was going over what Marty might know. It seemed he believed that the Pad was part of her online gaming. Probably thought he was changing my character, surely he wouldn’t have done that if he knew it would change me, would he? Still she decided to work on adjusting him a bit just to be safe. She kissed Mom and Dad good-bye and headed home. She giggled as she saw Rose and James kissing on their porch. She had to admit that they both were super sexy now. Part of her wanted to join them. She waved hello and moved on to her house before she did just that. When she hit the entrance she smelled a heavenly sweet scent. “Pammy?” “In here Tay!” came a shout from the kitchen. “You’ve been busy baking. What happened?” Taylor said as she took in the sight of the freshly baked treats and bread that filled their kitchen. “Who says something has to happen for me to bake?” Pamela asked. “Alright.” Taylor replied. “Too bad I am stuffed from Mom’s pasta or I would be so tearing into those tarts.” She left her roommate knowing if something was bothering her, she would eventually tell her. She woke up the computers that were sleeping and sat down and pulled up her brother’s profile on the Master PC Reality Game.

Marty was a pretty simple person. There was a big level of jealousy. Then she saw a dropdown that listed Master PC Usage. “I knew that rat had messed with the Pad.” Reading she saw that the Game had somehow recorded his thoughts while using it. She was correct that he had no idea what he was messing with. She saw a box to add him as an active user in the game. “That is a big fat NO.” Taylor said as she clicked no. Returning to his stats she sat back and steepled her fingers. She pondered her revenge. Still, she didn’t really hate the changes. What would be the best thing that she could do that would be okay. Reading his stats she saw that he had a strong set of feminine markers. “Hmmmm….” Taylor began crafting a new character for the Game to enter into the world. She changed hair to a vibrant red that came down to the lower back. Legs were lengthened. Face was softened. She was on a roll. Before her was the image of a stunning woman where once her brother’s body had been. Drumming her fingers on the desk she wondered about the last and the biggest change. In the end she left that part. Saving the old profile before she clicked for the changes to occur, Taylor smiled as she typed the name Martina into the profile. “It says the changes will take a few hours to finish, oh well, guess the world will have to wait to meet my new sister.

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It was a slow night at the Hotel. Marty liked the quiet nights. He would chat with people online from all over the world, stream some shows, or just read. Tonight was going to be a change in shift as slowly the changes that Taylor had made became reality. Martina ran her fingers through her long red locks. The chair she was sitting in felt odd as her legs felt a bit strained as the seat was so low. She picked some lint from her polo shirt as her chest swelled. It was a dreadfully slow night. She had pulled up her Webflix Account and wondered at some of the saves. Her hands idly clicked so the new additions were showing. A Korean Drama caught her attention and soon she was drawn into a romantic series about magic users who could cause souls to swap bodies. The girl was a total badass. Martina pulled her legs up so her feet and butt both were on the seat of the chair and her chin could rest on her knees. She felt a major attraction to the girl, but a small part of her felt a stirring as the guy was fighting a bunch of thugs that had assaulted the girl. She could have totally taken care of the thugs, but she couldn’t let anyone know she was not in her body. It was a night full of strange thoughts as Martina watched the romance adventure.

A few days had passed. Taylor had played with many of the people in her town. She was getting good at helping people with health problems. Some she tweaked the confidence or the libido. She had also adjusted some of the high school bullies. She was wondering about what if anything she should do about Johnny Richards and Pamela’s still major crush. She had been asking her roommate small questions to figure out a sense of what she could do. He was a mess of terribleness in his stats. Letting out a big sigh, she put the computers in sleep mode. Taylor had to fill in at the Diner today. She also had to go and give Sir a blowjob. She had been to the bungalow everyday at different times. Each night she would get a text message that told her the tasks her Mistress wished for Pet that day. It made her happy to serve Mistress and Sir. She was glad that they had decided to purchase property in the town to start a BDSM Sex Club. It did make her wonder how they would get the pure as snow residents to not bring out the pitchforks and torches, but her Mistress was very smart so she knew it would happen.

Pamela was getting ready for work. She had been buying some apparel and accessories to help her look better at work and give an air of confidence. She was brushing her now straightened hair. It was amazing how mature that just having her raven hair be straightened made her look. The blue highlights popped and drew attention. She stood and went to her full length mirror. The black stockings she wore were just sheer enough to make a sexy look. The tight knee length black skirt was very professional looking and complimented the white blouse she wore. She had bought some glasses that were just clear glass so she could appear as the stereotypical librarian. Twisting her hips side to side she admired how professional she looked. She went to the kitchen to grab one of the muffins she had baked. Taylor was filling their travel mugs with the coffee that would help them make it through the day. “Morning Tay.” she chirped. “Oh morning sweetie.” Taylor said as she handed Pamela her mug and kissed her on the cheek. Pamela admired the fashion choices her roommate had begun making. The pink dog collar with the cute little tag that said “Pet” on it was something that at first seemed odd, but now was just part of Taylor. The tight white tank top was a bold choice, but a cool look. Pamela blushed as she realized Taylor was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were prominent as they pushed the fabric of the top. A flared and ruffled plaid skirt with a purple, pink, and black scheme came to just above her knees. The look was finished by knee high purple socks and white tennis shoes. Pamela felt a weird feeling in her tummy as she looked at her best friend and saw her in a different light. “I am off to the Diner. Come by on your lunch break, I’ll hook ya up.” Taylor smiled. “Will do.” Pamela said as she watched Taylor skip out the front door.

Walking into the bungalow Pet placed her belongings at the door and stripped her tank top off and went to the living room. Sir sat naked at the small desk that was provided. He was working on something on his computer. Pet knew what she was to do. Mistress had been very detailed. She crawled under the desk and placed her body between Sir’s legs. Taking his cock in her hand she began stroking it. His skin rolled up and then down tightening as she carefully caressed. Pet leaned under his rod and began kissing, licking, and then sucking his balls in her mouth. As she released his sac, she had his cock pushed up and took her tongue and trailed a long line to his tip. She swirled licks around his crown before taking him in her hot wet mouth. She slowly sucked him into her mouth. Lowering her head down slowly. She began slow movements of going down and then pulling back. Her attention to having her hand stroke where her mouth moved up as she came up to the crown was how Mistress had commanded her to give Sir pleasure. Sir kept working, taking a hand and petting her head from time to time. It was a long time before he finally tensed and filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed every drop. After licking his dick clean, Pet crawled out and sat up as if she were a puppy, her hands in front of her as her tongue lolled from her mouth. “Good Pet.” Sir said as he caressed her cheek. “You may go Pet. I will tell your Mistress how wonderful you have become at giving head.” Pet crawled to the front door, stood and put her top back on and soon was walking to the Diner.

Unknown to Taylor, the Pad had dinged a Notification as she sucked cock. The Pad had announced that the voice activated feature was now active. Now had Taylor seen the Notification she would have also seen the feature needed to be adjusted if she didn’t want it in use. So as she walked the mic from the Pad was active and in what the game called Listening Mode. But Taylor was clueless to all this information as she entered the Diner. She placed her backpack behind a Lectern that was hardly ever used. It had a nice shelf built into it and Taylor had claimed it as her storage spot. As she finished stowing her pack, the Liar’s Table said hello. Her dad had named it that because it was a big round table that gave a view of the entire Diner. The locals sat there and told tall tales and gossiped. She told them she would be back soon to refill their coffee. The men all made remarks but it was just normal small town banter. “It's about time.” her Aunt Grace snapped. “Hello to you as well Auntie.” Taylor replied. “Don’t give me that Auntie stuff. I have to get going. Charlie and Brenda are back in the kitchen. I believe your Sister might be coming in to help. I have to go.” She looked at her phone, “I am already behind schedule.” “So where you going? You have been having lots of meetings lately. Are you sick?” Taylor suddenly said, grabbing her Aunt’s arm. Then she remembered that she couldn’t be sick, Taylor had made sure of that with the Game. “It is NONE of your business missy.” she snapped and pulled her arm from Taylor’s grasp. With a flourish Grace was out the door.

The liar’s table had taken notice of Grace’s departure. Sam Parden clicked his tongue. “There goes one fine lady right there.” Pete Landers chimed in, “Grace would look better with the body she had just out of high school.” The Pad was picking up the conversation. “Yeah, she was tight back then.” Pete continued. George Wendell agreed, “I remember that she ran track. She had the best pair of legs in the whole state. She probably still has a firm ass and I bet that body is just as sexy as it was back then.” Sam sipped his coffee, “Yeah Grace should be a tight bodied vixen like back in the day. She was always popular with the guys.” Grace was driving to her boyfriend’s secret apartment. Tom Kitts had the place through his job as the Bank President for one of the three Banks in the area. He kept it for meeting with Grace. She was hoping he would leave his wife Sophie, but until that day she would enjoy being his side piece. As she drove the changes spoken in the Diner were happening. Her body began to change to have the look of an idealized version of a young woman. Her forty-eight year old body was tightening in places and firming up in others. She was not getting younger, just suddenly appearing younger. The sag in her breast disappeared and she felt the changes shimmer over her as the personality of a Vixen took hold. She parked and checked her ruby red lips in the rear view mirror before heading into the three story building that had a few apartments.

Back at the Diner Pamela had come for her lunch break. She turned heads as she entered the packed Diner. Lunch rush was in full swing. She carefully climbed onto a stool giving the Liar’s table a nice view of her ass. George let out an appreciative whistle. “Fellas, did I ever tell you about the Strip Club down by the base when I was in the Army?” They rolled their eyes. “See our town’s young librarian over there. She reminds me of one of the strippers. Yeah Pamela is a perfect stripper. See how she dresses in those sexy librarian clothes?” “Hah, yeah right. Pamela is a stripper. But her clothes need to be sexier. Like that skirt needs to be shorter, way above her thighs so the stocking tops show. Her breasts should be at least Double D’s, not those things she has now. The glasses stay, but her hair should be in a bun, so when she dances she can free it and swirl it around.” Pete butted in. The changes took effect as the Pad took in the commands and added them to Pamela’s profile. Sitting at the counter was a stripper version of Pamela. She was a stripper. Her body oozed sex appeal. Sam looked at her. “Yeah, the Diner should be a Strip Club, you know a fancy upscale place.” Reality rippled as the Diner changed. Light gave way to a darkened place. Neon lights provided illumination. Now there was a main stage and the people inside had become all men from the community. Pamela had stepped up and started her music and was lazily swinging around the pole. Taylor had changed as well. Her Tank Top had changed to a tight white sports bra. The skirt had gotten shorter. Her demeanor had changed to fit the environment.

Many changes had happened as the Liar’s Table rambled and discussed people around town and the various perverted ideas that then came out of their mouths. As Reality rippled and the building changed, so did the town. People became adjusted to living in a town with a Strip Club that was run by a family for generations. As people changed they were adjusted so that jobs changed, bodies changed, the fabric of Martinsburg was recreated. Across town Grace had become a younger looking sex bomb. She was now riding the cock of her Sugar Daddy, the bank president. Tom Kitts was now under her spell and spending money on her. She fucked him hard and sent him home to his wife spent. The Hotel changed a bit. The staff became more sexual. The Housekeepers had uniforms now. They wore French Maid Outfits and often would be available for after hours overtime. Sara was in charge of the "Housekeepers" and she now was a good hearted Madam. Taylor’s Dad Ben had changed as well. He was every bit the owner of a brotel/hotel. He still was basically a good man, just more sexual. As the changes ended, so did the Lectern. In the Strip Club Pamela was now stripped down to just a black thong and grinding on the pole. Taylor watched her best friend and was getting wet seeing that body. Her arousal grew. “Hey Sis!” Taylor jumped as her sister Martina stood beside her. She was dressed as a slutty school girl and chomping on a wad of bubble gum. “Marti, so glad you got here. I need help.” she said. “Looks kinda busy. I will get my apron on and help out until my set starts.” Marti said as she went to the back of house. Soon she was sashaying around the tables filling drinks and flirting. Taylor’s Pad had moved as the Lectern that had been part of the old reality. Now her pack was in her locker in a new part of the back of house. Away from hearing voices it powered down and sent an update. The Back of House still had the Kitchen. There was a locker room of sorts. It had an area for the strippers to get ready along with a shower area. Charlie was different as the former cook now had those responsibilities as well as being the Strip Club’s muscle if needed. The average bodied man was now an idealized Black Man with the stereotypical Big Black Cock. He was balls deeper in his assistant cook. Brenda, or Bren as she was now called, was bent over the kitchen’s island in the center of the kitchen. She was now a slut that was available to the staff for sexual release.

Marti was popular. She had been afraid when she transitioned, but after all the years of feeling she was in the wrong body and watching the dancers on the stage growing up, she knew she had to rid herself of the testosterone poisoning. She felt Pete run his hand up her inner thigh and pull her panties down. Working his fingers he freed her tucked cock and began rubbing his fingers along the small appendage. Marti felt her legs tremble. “So when you dancing Sweetheart?” Pete asked. “Huuuh, I go on in a few hours.” she replied. “I have to go, but I will be back later tonight.” He squeezed her cock a bit and sent a shiver through her core. “Sure cutie, can’t wait.” He smacked her ass as she walked away from the table. It was funny that the town of Martinsburg had embraced a transgender woman like her. Never had she felt scared. It was like the town was a safe haven for all the people that society seemed to hate on. The music and the atmosphere of the Club had everyone aroused and by the closing time many of the customers would be spending extra money and time with the staff.

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PING Amelia’s phone sounded as she relaxed on the couch in the Bungalow. Earl was kneeling naked on the floor massaging her feet. “Oh sweet. I love that we don’t know when reality changes.” He paused, “What has our Pet done now?” He said as he admired his naked wife. “Well, the Game has opened a voice activation. According to the message from the Update, some townspeople were just talking and they have aided us in our needs. Seems Martinsburg has had a sexual adjustment. That Diner is now a Strip Club.” She moaned as Earl pushed his thumb into the middle of the bottom of her foot. “That sounds interesting. Pet didn’t change it, so how has it affected her?” She smiled as she replied. “My changes have it slowly seeming normal to her. I so love that on that second day we discovered the Master PC Reality Game on her device. I had heard rumors for a long time, but to find one active.” Earl kissed her foot before speaking. “I love that you have not taken the game but are letting Pet believe she is still in control. You get off on that control don’t you my darling?” Amelia crooked her finger and Earl crawled up her body kissing as he went. They soon were cuddled together. “It is so wonderful just pushing her to do something in her own way. Leaving her goodness and her morality in tack has opened up so many neat transformations. Take her brother. She is now a Transgender Sister who is a stripper and desired by this community.” He caressed her breast as she continued. “I have a great feeling about this place. Soon we need to have Pet attend the Town Council Meeting for us. For now I am missing my little Pet.”

Taylor was making out withPamela in the back hallway when her phone dinged. She looked and saw Mistress had texted her. She kissed Pamela hard and then said goodbye. “Is that your Mistress?” Pamela asked. “Yeah Sweetie.” she replied. “May I come along and meet her?” The two giggled and headed out the back door. Grace watched them go before turning to the stage and watching her niece Marti captivate the crowd.