Title: Master PC--The Ornithologist, Part IV
Author: bobwhite
Summary: Rob decides to see if he can change people without going
overboard on commands, like he did at home.
Keywords: FF mc

Master PC--The Ornithologist, Part IV

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If he had heard someone tell a story that included half the action Rob
had been a part of over the last twenty-four hours of his life, he
would have never believed it. Everything was so fast and hot that he
scarcely believed it himself anyway. Strangely, though, instead of
enjoying his new home life, he had decided to go to work... on his day
off.

"Rob!" came a voice from behind him.

Rob turned, and there was Pete. He was running to catch up with him,
and wearing a smile that was suspiciously wide. He looked like he had
something to say, so Rob waited for him, clutching his notebook
computer and trying to figure out how best to get rid of Pete so he
could start experimenting on his coworkers.

"Rob!" Pete panted, "You're here today?"

"Well, yes but no. Got some projects to do, but officially, I'm out of
the office. Understand?" he said, winking at the younger techie.

"But of course, sir." He answered with a mock English accent--he
raised one eyebrow as well to indicate he completely understood. "But,
I gotta tell you what the fuck happened to me last night."

As they walked towards the building, Rob bit. "OK, Petie, what the
fuck happened to you last night?" Bob was a little smug--it could not
have possible compared to what had happened to him.

"OK, well, you know I've been pulling a lot of overtime here getting
the new servers up and running. Well, it also serves to get me away
from the house--my wife is nuts when her sister is around, and last
night was day five."

"Your sister is over for the week? Lucky you, huh?"

"Yeah, lucky me! Check this out," he said, and looked around to make
sure nobody was around. Lowering his voice, he continued. "I fucked
her silly last night--I mean, I thought she was going to fuckin' pass
out or something."

"So, you did your wife. Big deal..."

"No... I mean yes, but no. I fucked Betty, her sister. And it was
great."

Rob normally would have been taken aback--but today, that just made
him a little bit curious. "You fucked your sister-in-law?"

"On my wife's and my bed," Pete bragged.

"Behind your wife's back?"

"Well, of course... but only after..." again, he was looking around.
Finally feeling that nobody would hear him, he whispered, "after we
had a fucking threeway! Ha!"

As they walked into the building, Rob decided to test out the only
global command he had set up in advance in his new human laboratory.
"You have a threesome with your wife and her sister?"

"Yes I did. They were both more than into the idea, and all I had to
do was tell them that we were going to do it! I mean, I told them what
to do, and they just did it. And, it was like that all night. Shit, we
have more fun planned for tonight!" Pete answered, honestly. Of
course, once they were in the building, "honestly" was the only way he
could answer any question asked by Rob.

Rob knew that the honesty thing he had programmed was working -Pete's
voice was more matter-of-fact, not at all as excited as he was a few
moments before. But, being experienced in wild sex before and after
having the power to control anything, he knew that the events Pete was
a part of last night were more than a little unusual.

So, he ventured another query. "Anything you said, they did?"

"That's what I'm saying," Pete said, his original enthusiasm returning
slowly. "Man, I even had Betty eat Gwen! And she did -right when I
told her to, no questions, no hesitation. Not only that, but she loved
it! I mean, how fucked up is that?"

Rob knew that this was very "fucked up" indeed. They continued their
talk as they walked to his office, and the more they talked, the more
suspicious Rob became of the whole story--until he remembered some
hidden commands in his profile. Getting rid of Pete when they came to
his office door, he decided to try to figure out what had been done to
him.

Since he was officially "not in the office," nobody bothered him as he
tried everything he could to get into his hidden commands. After about
the 200th time he saw a message stating that "Enter password to
view/edit commands," and unable to trick the program into giving him
the password ('Rob Beige will know the password to his hidden
commands' didn't work), he decided to do figure it out the old
fashioned way.

It could not be a coincidence that he and Pete worked together, or
that they had both been blessed with a houseful of insatiable sex
slaves. During his conversation, he had also dug up a fact that Pete
was probably not planning on talking about--his wife's body. He
couldn't put his finger on it, but he thought that she had changed,
somehow. 'I don't know, her tits just look fuller--but I don't
remember them being small. Weird, huh?' he had said. So, Rob did what
any concerned friend would have done--he pulled up his buddy's
profile.

What he saw shocked him. Pete had been changed--yesterday! Not only
that, but there were two flags on his profile--one for "MPC," and the
other for "Geo." Rob knew that the MPC tag was simply indicating he'd
gone through some recent changes, and the Geo tag indicated his home
had certain parameters applied to a geographical area that in some way
involved Pete. Curious about the changes to his house, he ignored the
MPC tag and double-clicked the Geo mark.

When the Geographical Command window came up, he saw an image of
Pete's house as viewed from overhead--like a satellite picture, but
more detailed. There was a border around it, and when he double-
clicked it, a short command window came up. It had six commands, and
each one was guaranteed to make Pete a very lucky man.

But, more importantly, he saw who had entered the commands -Michelle
Mason. Maybe she was the one behind his commands. He'd have to ask
her--so, setting up another Geo command for the office building, he
made it so that Michelle would report to his office as soon as she
showed up for work. He knew she'd be in today, even if she was late.

"No need to be on time; after all, the boss is supposed to be gone,
right?" he asked himself, mockingly.

Taking down the office's Geo command screen, he decided to get to
"work." He knew his early use of the program was rather heavy-handed,
and he was going to do some experiments at work to find out how to be
more subtle. After all, while having sex anytime, anyhow, and with
anyone you wanted was great--especially when you could enhance their
bodies--the level of control he'd asserted at home had reduced it to
little more than glorified masturbation.

Rob had been in the industry long enough to know that the best way to
learn was by experimentation, and scanning the profiles of the women
in the office, he came across two that would make good subjects. But,
he needed some isolation. So, he sent the Friday staff to lunch for
the next two hours, leaving Brittany and Angie alone as a skeleton
staff.


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*Brittany and Angie*

Everyone in the office knew that Brittany was a lesbian; she wasn't
the type to march in any parade but she certainly didn't hide who she
was from the office staff. She'd brought her long-time girlfriend to
most of the office parties she'd attended, and everyone at the office
seemed at ease with it. Everyone, it seemed, but Angie.

Angie was a married mother of two, and staunchly conservative. Out of
decorum, she kept her disdain for Brittany's "lifestyle choice"
tightly bottled inside, as she knew the consequences of saying
something that someone might deem offensive or not politically
correct. And, as the room emptied for lunch, she was dismayed to find
that she'd be manning the phones during lunch--a task all had to share
at one time or another, but one she particularly hated.

'Great... phone duty again. And with the office dyke!' Angie thought.
'If that wasn't enough, she sits at the next desk... it's only a
matter of time before...'

"Well, Angie, looks like it's just you and me for a couple of hours.
Might as well make the best of it, huh?" Brittany chimed, getting up
from her desk. "You want some coffee? It's pretty slow on Fridays;
don't wanna pass out, ya know."

Angie looked at her coffee cup--the one her daughter made her in art
class. It had a raised relief of a cross on it, and her husband's and
children's names carved into the side. Focusing on the cross, she
thought, 'another test, eh Lord? Well, I can endure this--how bad
could the next couple of hours be?'

"Uh, Ang?"

"Yeah, here," Angie said, handing over her cup. "With a little cream,
if you don't mind."

Brittany took the cup, her fingers grazing Angie's as she did. Angie's
body shivered when the contact was made--but it was so subtle that
Angie thought Brittany hadn't noticed. At least, she hoped she had not
noticed.

Brittany flashed a coy smile--and Angie knew she'd been busted. "I'll
be right back, hon," she said as she walked to the kitchenette where
the coffee was.

Angie watched her leave, and when she was out of sight, let out the
breath she'd been holding in since Brittany had touched her. 'What was
that about?' she asked herself as she recognized the reaction she'd
had from Brittany's touch. It was illogical; it made no sense on any
level. And, at the same time, it was undeniable.

That touch had aroused her. The effect was slight, but it was there -
her face and chest felt a little flushed, her pulse had quickened like
it always did when Brian touched her sweet spots, and her breathing
was a definitely a bit more ragged.

'Just calm down... Brian's been out of town for two weeks, you're just
anxious, that's all... you can take care of it when you get home...
don't get all horny at work, dammit, she can probably smell it--you
don't want to be the office dyke's little whore, do you?' she asked
herself.

"It was just a fluke," Angie whispered.

"What's that?" Brittany asked as she sat the cup on Angie's desk. "Did
you say something? You OK?"

Angie was breathing a little harder, and couldn't hope to hide it.
"I'm... fine. Just suddenly got a chill, that's all. Hope that stuff
is hot," she lied, sipping the coffee. 'Well, at least that'll explain
why I'm nipping all of the sudden,' she thought. 'But, damn, it's like
I'm getting hornier by the minute. I don't know what the fuck is going
on, but if this doesn't stop soon,' she playfully mused, 'I'll have to
take a quick bathroom break.'

Brittany, though, knew that Angie was not chilled. She knew what a
woman looked like when she was horny. Out of the blue, a thought
occurred to her. 'Why not see if I can seduce her in the next... hour
or so? That'll leave plenty of time for fun,' she mused, 'and if I
don't succeed, well, who cares? It's not like she'll tell anyone about
it.'

Smiling again, Brittany simply said, "I'm sure the coffee is hot
enough for you. It's fresh. Now... let's get back to the grind," she
sarcastically added, patting Angie on the head, and letting her
fingers trail down her cheek as she pulled away and sat at her own
desk. She heard Angie sigh as the brief and gentle caress ended, and
her smile went from cheerful to just a bit predatory.

In his office, Rob was monitoring the situation closely. Angie would
get hornier by the second, and would only be able to cum if she were
with another person. He'd set the second command in such a way that
Angie would figure it out when she had tried (in vain) to bring
herself off--which, he figured, would happen in about half an hour or
so.

Brittany's only modification was her need to seduce Angie.

Back in the main office space, Angie felt a bead of sweat form on her
left temple... and as it slid down her face, she felt her self-control
slide just a little, too. Her thighs were clamped together, in an
effort to quiet the growing need she felt between them. 'It's been a
couple of weeks, but damn, get a hold of yourself!' Squirming in her
seat only caused her panties to just barely press into her crotch--and
when that happened, she let in a sharp gasp of air.

"Ang, you OK? You look... fevered," Brittany said in mock concern. She
knew exactly where the heat in her target was coming from. 'If I play
my cards right, she'll be begging me before it's over--I don't know
what's gotten into her, but this is going to make my job a little
easier,' she thought.

"I do feel a little warm," Angie replied, leaning back in her chair
and rolling her head a little feigning neck pain. "I must be a little
sick or something... I'm kinda stiff..." she said as she looked down
at her low-cut blouse. She saw a few beads of sweat on her ample
chest, and as she continued to stare at her cleavage, she saw one drop
break free and glide into the darkness between her tits.

It tickled all the way down the valley between her tits, and at the
same time, it was like a tongue tracing a line down her chest. Then,
she noticed her rock-hard nipples prominently displayed through the
thin material of her bra and top. 'Yeah, kinda stiff...' she mused,
momentarily lost in her body's uncontrolled and unexplainable lust.
She was shaken back to reality, though, when she felt two soft hands
caress her neck. Before she could look up, she heard a warm voice in
her ear, whispering to her.

"You do look stiff. Just relax, I'm good at this," Brittany breathily
whispered into Angie's ear. Feeling the buxom brunette tremble as she
mouthed the words, Brittany thought, 'if you only knew how good I am
at this, you'd be running right now...'

Too lost in her own desires to put up a fight, she figured, 'well, it
can't be that bad. At least you'll have an excuse if you let loose a
moan!' "Sure," she said, "go... mmmm, yeah, like that... you are
gooooood..." she said, already sliding down a slope she wasn't even
aware existed.

As Brittany's fingers and thumbs worked the muscles of her shoulder
and neck, Angie found herself losing the battle with her body. She
definitely felt dampness in her panties, and she was letting out moans
that she hoped Brittany took as a sign of a good massage. Her nipples
were now so hard they were aching a little, and all she could do was
sit there... staring at the coffee cup, and the names on it, she tried
to focus her mind on anything else.

'Brian... think about Brian... Brian who... oh fuck, that feels good,'
she dreamily thought as Brittany changed from massaging to just firm
rubbing of her back, neck, and shoulders. 'Brian... Brian... when he
gets home... mmmmmmmm... oh yeah, don't stop... touch me, touch my
breasts, rub them.'

Her mind continued to run along, now in full fantasy mode, as
Brittany's hands slipped down her front side--they were slowly
expanding their massaging range, focusing on her upper arms, a little
down her back, and currently working from the shoulders down to the
top of her pectoral muscles.

But, every time the hands got near her tits, they slowly worked their
way back around, melting her resolve a little more. And each time they
made their way back to the front, they reached a little lower, until
they finally grazed her exposed cleavage. 'Yes, take me... take me
now, I don't care, take me... what the fuck!' Angie's mind screamed as
she felt Brittany's nipples on her back, poking through the layers of
clothing separating them.

"Uh, thanks, Brit--that's a lot better," Angie said as she politely
removed the invading hands. She then put her hands on her desk,
preparing to stand. "I think..."

"Yesssss?" Brittany whispered into her ear, intentionally driving
Angie's arousal higher. 'I am indeed almost too good at this, Angie
dear,' she thought as she saw the woman below her shudder.

"I... I have to use the lady's room. Can you cov... cover for me?"

"Sure thing, hon," Brittany said, knowing the effect she was having on
her prey. As Angie rolled her chair back and stood up, Brittany used
one of her fingers to trace a line down Angie's back, starting at the
neck. "Just don't get married in there; this place is soooo busy, ya
know."

Goose bumps radiated out from Brittany's hand, and lit Angie's body on
fire with more arousal than she'd felt in a long time. Without a word,
she made her way to the restroom as quickly as she could without
arousing suspicion. Once there, she found a stall, went in, closed the
door, and took off her pants and panties in one fast motion. Sitting
back on the toilet a little, she licked the middle and index fingers
of her right hand, and went immediately to her clit.

As she rubbed her now very prominent love button in any way she could,
the small part of her mind not focusing on getting off rationalized
the situation. 'It's been awhile, you need this, it will hold you over
till you're home... yeah, oh fuck... mmmmmmmm.' But, after a few
minutes (which seemed, to her, like an eternity), she was confused.
Her fingers were causing sensations in her that her husband had never
had been able to elicit--mainly because she'd never been this horny
before--but, she knew she was no closer to a climax than she was when
she felt the first twinge of arousal.

Standing up and using her slick right hand fingers to enter herself as
best she could, she started using her other hand to stimulate her
clit. As her hands worked her very wet pussy, she started to hear
smacking sounds, but she didn't care. 'Damn it... it's not the same, I
need... oh fuck, Brian, where are you when I... need... you...' her
mind asked as she realized that she needed someone to push her over
the edge. She couldn't do it alone.

That placed her in a bad predicament, though. She was too far gone now
to just stop, and there was no way she'd get any more work done.
Thinking that maybe changing positions would help, she grabbed the
hand rail on the wall of the stall, bent over, reached between her
legs, and resumed her frantic manipulation of her cunt with her free
hand. It was a little bit better, but she still wasn't about to cum.
She knew Rob was in the office, though. "Maybe... no dammit!
Married... married... mmmmmmarried... get it under... control..." she
cried.

She heard the door open, and panic struck her hard enough to freeze
her where she was--with two fingers still buried in her sex. She heard
Brittany's pumps clicking as they walked over the tile floor, slowly.
"I heard a voice," Angie heard the blond say in her sweet, Southern
drawl. "You sick? Are you ok, hon?" she asked, with a tone that led
Angie to believe that something was her mind--and it didn't involve
her well-being.

Without moving, she called out, "I'm... fine, just finishing up...
I'll... be out in a few." Her voice was shakier than she thought it
would be; the arousal was washing over her like a tidal wave--she's
harbored fantasies about getting caught having sex, but never like
this, and never--ever--by a woman. She turned her head around and
looked through the gap between the floor and the bottom of the door to
her stall, trying to find the shoes Brittany wore, hoping they would
walk out and let her be...

And that's when she realized that she had not locked the stall. Fear
crept over her--and that only made her hornier. She once again heard
the click of the shoes--they were moving very slowly now--but they
were getting closer.

And closer.

Angie was frozen where she bent over. She needed to get off now, there
was no question about it. She just didn't know how to do it by
herself. Two fingers were still in her pussy, her whole body was
frozen in fear, and with her last bit of her sanity, she prepared to
fight the inevitable. She knew exactly what Brittany was going to try,
and she had to be strong. 'You're married, Brian's your rock, you're
husband... focus on him, no matter how hard it is, just...'

Her thoughts were cut short by the squeek of the door to her stall
opening. Angie was still terror-stricken and filled with lust beyond
imagining, and she watched over her shoulder as light crept into her
stall, revealing a topless Brittany.

"Thought I'd find you like this. Oh, and don't stop on my account,"
Brittany said as she rested her hand on Angie's ass. Angie's hips
wiggled in response, and Angie let out a throaty moan as her hand
involuntarily started moving again.

"P-please, just... just let me... mmmm let me be..." she begged as her
body's desires drowned out her mental objections. "I'm... not like...
I don't... want..."

"Well, you look like you want something to me," Brittany teased as she
began to take off her skirt. "You look like you actually need some
assistance, if you ask me."

Her free hand working furiously, Angie still tried to object. "No...
no, no, not you... I need... mmmmm, just go, please, please... don't
touch me."

"Are you sure?" Brittany asked teasingly as she stepped behind the
nearly naked, masturbating woman. "How about if I just do this?" she
asked as she ran two finger from the middle of Angie's back, down to
her tailbone, then down her heart-shaped ass, over her rosebud, and
stopping just between her pussy and ass.

As she stopped there, applying just a bit of pressure to the helpless
woman's "taint," she saw Angie's hand fall from her box and grab the
rail. Her back arched, bringing her ass up and out--a motion that
forced Brittany's fingers to slide effortlessly into Angie.

"Fuck!" Angie yelled as the feelings completely grabbed hold of her
and took control. The feeling of someone else in her was almost like
liquid fire spreading through her body--she stared rolling her hips
and bucking back, fucking whatever it was that was behind her.

'You're fucking a woman! A woman! Stop... stop...' her mind warned,
but it faded away quickly. "I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum..." she
said as her body fucked Brittany's fingers.

Then, the fingers withdrew--she was so close, she could taste it -but
the fingers were gone, and she immediately knew something was wrong.
She was so confused, she didn't really notice that Brittany had
grabbed her tits and drawn her up, pinching her nipples slightly and
making her knees shake. Brittany's arms spun her around, and now Angie
was looking at the face of her office lover.

Well, she looked at it for a second, anyway. Brittany's kiss made
Angie swoon, and if Brittany hadn't been holding her, she might have
fallen. Angie, now impossibly lost in desire, welcomed the kiss--she
would do anything for anyone who could get her off, even Brittany. The
kiss had proven that.

Angie was lost in the kiss until she felt Brittany's hands push her
down. Angie kissed every inch of Brittany's body in a straight line
from her lips to her navel, and when she heard the words "me first,"
she knew what she had to do. She licked a straight line from
Brittany's belly button, over her shaven pubic mound, and finally, she
licked the very front of Brittany's slit.

She had no idea what to do, having never even desired a woman before--
but she did know what she liked, so as soon as she'd taken a few broad
licks of Brittany's pussy, she gently sucked in at the front of her
slit, hoping to trap her clit in her mouth. Brittany grabbed her head
and bent her knees a little, and the grunts Angie heard from above
told her she'd found her target.

Angie rubbed Brittany's love button with the top of her tongue, and
sucked gently. When she felt Brittany's hips pick up enough motion,
she figured she was close and inserted a finger into her new lover. As
she wiggled it around inside Brittany, Angie flicked the tip of her
clit with her tongue as rapidly as she could--and Brittany came, very
quickly.

"That... mmmm, that was not bad, for a first-timer. Now, come here,"
Brittany moaned as she drew Angie up by her chin. Brittany saw that
the lust had not been diminished--Angie was still filled with desire
that had to be released. So, Brittany moved to Angie's side, so she
could fondle her while she whispered into her ear. She ran one hand
down Angie's front, and the other down her backside, with fingers
stopping just short of both orifices at the meeting of Angie's legs.

"Do you want me to touch you?" Brittany whispered, gently massaging
the flesh above Angie's pussy and just behind her asshole. She
followed the question with a gentle lick on the ear.

"Yessssssss..."

Brittany carefully placed one finger at the opening of Angie's anus,
and a finger from the other hand gently grazed her clit and entered
her--but no matter how Angie rocked her hips, the fingers stayed right
where they were on her body; she would get no release unless Brittany
allowed it. "Do you want to cum?" she whispered again, following the
question with a gently nibble on her neck.

Angie leaned her head to allow easy access to her neck, and said,
"yessss... please... please make me... mmmmm, make me cum please..."

"On one condition..."

"Anything, just please... please..."

"Anything?" Brittany asked.

"Anything, anything at all, just please, please make me... oh, god, I
need it..." Angie begged as she brought her hands up to play with her
tits. Having Brittany's hands on her down there was almost too much to
bear--'I never knew it could be like this...'

"Well... I know that Brian comes home Wednesday. So, next Friday, in
stead of going out with him... I want you come to my house. At 7:30,
you will be there."

"No... we have plans... please, anything else..."

"No, Angie, you had plans. Now, you have new ones for Friday. That's
all I'm asking... one night... one night when I can make you feel like
this," Brittany said as she started moving her fingers around, making
Angie grab the hand rails of the stall for stability. "We'll talk
about the future when we get around to it. For now, all you have to do
is agree to one night--one single evening with me."

And again, right before Angie came, the motions stopped, and the
fingers withdrew. Brittany told the now shaking Angie, "he can have
you, I don't want to steal you from him and your family. But, I can do
things to you that you've never imagined possible--for example, I can
make you cum, right now. All you have to do is agree to come to my
house."

Brittany was pressed up to Angie now; her hands resting just above and
behind her private parts, and her breath filling Angie's ear. Angie's
mind--or what was left of it--realized that further resistance was a
waste of time. Her body demanded release.

With a tear rolling down her cheek as she was finally broken, Angie
shakily whispered (as if Brian would hear), "yes... I'll come to
you... I'll come to you anytime... just please, you know what I need,
please..."

Brittany smiled, knowing who had won--and realizing that she had won a
bigger prize than she had sought. "Anytime I want? How generous of
you. But we'll talk about that Friday night. Here's my end of the
bargain..." Brittany told Angie as she slid her fingers into Angie's
slit and worked them in and out at a fevered pace.

Brittany pumped her fingers in and out of Angie as fast as she could,
and her other hand lightly rubbed Angie's ass. Less than a minute
passed before Angie, still holding onto the hand rail, shook wildly
and screamed as she came all over Brittany's hand.

Slapping Angie on the ass (which made her giggle, strangely enough),
Brittany washed her hands, gathered her discarded clothing, and got
dressed. Once done, she told Angie (who was sitting on the toilet with
her pants around her ankles, trying to regain her composure), "Don't
forget your end of the agreement. I'll see you at 7:30, Friday. Don't
be late. You wouldn't want this little event to get spread around the
office, so don't even think about standing me up. Now hurry up and get
washed up--folks are starting to filter back."

Angie's body gradually stopped trembling. In the wake of the biggest
orgasm of her life, she realized that she would definitely pay
Brittany a visit--and not only to keep her quiet about the little
affair. Being helpless and completely in the hands of someone else had
sparked feelings in her she never knew she had. She'd have to explore
those feelings a little further--with both her husband and Brittany.

Once she'd washed her hands and straightened up her clothing, she
walked out to the office, hoping nobody would notice the freshly-
fucked look on her face. Nobody said anything as she made her way to
her desk, but they did notice her smile--it was just a little too
happy.

                         * * * * * * * * * *

Rob, who had been watching most of the action before taking care of
his own needs ('I'll have to find someone to do that for me at work,'
he thought as he washed his own hands and zipped up his pants),
smiled. By changing only a couple of things, he had made a straight
woman beg a lesbian for sex. Looking into the mirror, he was
embarrassed at how he had changed his household.

"Well, what's done is done," he told himself. "Now, to find out where
that damn Michelle is."

He walked back to his office, completely unnoticed by the staff -which
stood to reason, as he'd 'programmed' the office to ignore him
completely all day. When he moved his mouse so the screen saver would
go away, he started taking down Brittany's and Angie's profiles. He
noticed that Angie's profile had changed on its own--he was sure that
her bisexual tendencies were all but absent before, but now, they were
definitely present.

This conservative, Christian woman was now as likely to sleep with a
woman as she was to sleep with a man. She would not cheat on her
husband, although she would be paying Brittany some visits to help her
with her new needs.

"Hmmmm... didn't expect that. A major, permanent change, just from
some mild manipulation. This will come in handy," he told himself as
he shut down her profile. He brought up Michelle's profile next, and
poked around a bit. The first thing he noticed was that she was not
planning to come to work today--she was skipping out because she
figured Rob would not find out. Rob smiled and entered one command,
though, and her attitude changed.

Before closing her profile, he did a little snooping and soon
discovered that she had possessed Master PC recently. There was even a
short list of people and places she had changed with it. When he saw
his name on the list, he began to formulate a plan--he had gotten used
to being powerful over the last day or so, and he did not like the
idea of being altered at all.

Rob would have been able to understand some mild playing around, but
seeing his name on her list made him wonder just how much (and exactly
how) he had been changed. He knew that somehow, he would make Michelle
pay for tinkering with him. And, the payback would be in slow,
humiliating installments.

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