Chapter 1: Introduction
Jack's mobile phone pinged with a new email notification, but he was too engrossed in his online gaming session to pay it any mind. The digital world was his sanctuary, a place where he could escape the monotony of his college life. His fingers danced over the touchscreen, his eyes fixed on the screen as he navigated through the virtual landscape.
The pinging continued, and Jack finally gave in, picking up his phone to check the message. It was an email from an unknown sender, with a subject line that read: "Download Now - Human Editor." Intrigued, Jack opened the email and found a link to an app called Human Editor.
He rolled his eyes, expecting it to be some kind of prank or virus, but his curiosity got the better of him. He clicked on the link and downloaded the app.
The app icon appeared on his phone, a simple silhouette of a human figure with a pen and paper behind it. Jack tapped on it, and the app opened to reveal a blank screen with a single prompt: "Please enter the name of the person you want to edit." He hesitated for a moment, then typed in his own name on a whim.
A new window popped up, asking him to select a category. The options were: Appearance, Abilities, Personality, and Relationships. Jack's eyes widened at the possibilities. He clicked on 'Appearance' and was presented with a list of subcategories: Face, Body, Hair, and Tattoos. He grinned, "Let's see what this thing can do."
He selected 'Body' and scrolled through the options: Muscle Mass, Fat, Height, and more.
He hovered over 'Muscle Mass' and clicked it. A slider appeared, with options ranging from 'Slightly Toned' to 'Ripped.' Jack, feeling adventurous, slid it all the way to the right. A confirmation box popped up: "Are you sure you want to increase your muscle mass to 'Ripped'? This change will be permanent." He smirked, "Why the hell not?" and clicked 'Yes.'
A warm, tingling sensation spread through his body, starting from his fingertips and moving inward, like a wave of pure energy. He felt his muscles tightening, his abs becoming more defined, his arms and legs filling out. He stripped off his shirt to check the results in the mirror, and he was stunned. He looked like he'd spent months in the gym, his body a chiseled masterpiece. He laughed, "Well, fuck me sideways. This thing actually works."
He couldn't wait to see what else this app could do. He clicked on 'Height' and increased it by a few inches. He felt a slight pull in his spine, and when he stood up, he was indeed a few inches taller.
Suddenly, he realised something was possible and started searching through the list before finding the option - ‘penis size’.
He clicked on it and a slider appeared. He slid it to the maximum, a confirmation box popped up: “Are you sure you want to increase your penis size to ‘extra large’? This change will be permanent.”
There is no doubt that this is a completely redundant question. I mean, who the fuck doesn't want a bigger dick?
He clicked 'Yes' and felt a familiar tingling sensation, this time more intense, spreading from his groin. He felt his cock growing, stretching, thickening. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his now massive member. It was like watching a magic trick, his cock growing and growing until it was easily the size of a baseball bat. He stroked it, feeling the weight of it in his hand, the veins pulsing with blood.
" Fuck," he muttered, "This is insane."
Since Jack was now in possession of such an oversized cock, it was obvious that he wouldn't be satisfied with just pissing with it; he had some other fluids that had been building up for a long time waiting to be ejaculated through it into someone.
He decided to test the app's capabilities further by using it on someone else. He thought of Sarah, his landlady, a sultry MILF with curves that could make a grown man weep. He had always admired her from afar, but now, with the Human Editor, he decided he wanted her.
He wanted her to want him, to crave him, to be at his beck and call. He opened the app, typed in 'Sarah,' and selected 'Relationships.' The options were: 'Friendship,' 'Romantic,' 'Platonic,' and 'Submissive.' Jack's eyes widened at the last option. He clicked on it, and a new window popped up: "Are you sure you want to make Sarah submissive to you? This change will be permanent and may have unforeseen consequences." Jack shrugged, "Let's find out what those consequences are." He clicked 'Yes.'
He heard a soft knock at his door.
"Jack? It's Sarah . I've got some fresh cookies for you," she said from the other side of the door. "I thought you might like a little snack while you study."
Jack heard his heart thumping in his chest. He knew what he had done, and now was the perfect opportunity to test the results. So when he opened the door, instead of trying to hide his oversized cock, which had become far more than normal, he let it just be exposed.
Sarah, standing there with a plate of freshly baked cookies, was taken aback. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed, and her breath hitched as she took in Jack's new physique and his massive, throbbing cock.
"Jack, what... what is that?" she couldn't help but lick her lips and stammered, while her eyes stared at his cock.
"Do you really need to ask that question? I think you certainly know what this is, don't you?" Jack said, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Sarah's eyes roam over his body, lingering on his cock. "Or can I ask you, a mother who has experienced sex and childbirth, to tell me what it is?"
"Jack , I... I don't know what to say," Sarah stammered, her eyes never leaving his cock. "I mean , I know what it is, but... I'm your landlady, Jack, and I shouldn't be having this conversation with you."
"No, Mrs Sarah. You're an elder, and you have a responsibility to educate your offspring, don't you? You shouldn't be running away from that responsibility, so please tell me, in no uncertain terms, what it is that you're staring at." Jack's voice was low, but revealed itself to be unrefusable.
Sarah's breath hitched as Jack's body heat enveloped her. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, could see the muscles flexing beneath it. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "It's... it's your cock, Jack," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jack chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down Sarah's spine. "Yes, it is. And it's not just any cock, do you think? Mrs Sarah?"
" Y-yes, Jack?" Sarah stammered, her eyes still fixed on Jack's massive cock. " It's... it's big, Jack. Too big."
Jack smirked, "Too big for what, Mrs Sarah? Too big to fit in your mouth? Too big to fit in your flabby second-hand pussy? Or maybe, just maybe, it's too big for you to resist."
Sarah's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her breath coming in short gasps. She tried to look away, but her eyes were drawn back to Jack's cock, like a moth to a flame. "No... no, Jack. I'm your landlady. It's not supposed to be like this between us. This is terribly wrong."
"Oh? Is that so? If you really think so, you could have turned away immediately, or even called the police and charged me with sexual harassment. You have the right to move freely, Mrs Sarah," Jack said mockingly, even making an inviting gesture towards the outside of the room, his huge cock swinging between his legs as he did so.
Sarah knew that Jack's words were exactly right, and that she should indeed do as he said and turn away immediately, then call the police and charge him with sexual harassment to get the nasty bloke out of her house, or even sent to prison.
But she also knew that she couldn't do any of those things, because she felt an overwhelming urge to stay right where she was, to keep looking at Jack's massive cock, to keep feeling the heat of his body so close to hers.
She felt a warmth spreading between her legs, a warmth that she hadn't felt in years, not since her divorce from her ex-husband. She felt her nipples hardening beneath her blouse, her panties growing damp.
"Oh, ‘I'm your landlady’. Oh, ‘this is terribly wrong’. You really know how to say the right crap, Mrs Sarah," Jack waved one hand in an exaggerated and comical imitation of Sarah's earlier words, while the other hand held her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes. "In that case, can you tell me why you're still here, staring at my cock without moving a muscle?"
Sarah 's breath hitched as Jack's fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. Her heart pounded in her chest, her body betraying her as she felt a surge of arousal at his touch.
"I... I don't know, Jack," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
"No, you know. As I said before, you're a mother who has experienced sex and childbirth, so you deserve to know. Now! Immediately! Tell me!" Jack growled, his voice low and commanding.
Sarah's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper when she spoke. " I... I'm still here because... because I want to stay, Jack. I want to see more of you. I want to touch you." She opened her eyes, her gaze locked onto his massive cock. "I want to taste you."
"You really disappoint me, Mrs Sarah. I thought you'd be a simple, proper woman as a mother, but I didn't realise that inside you're a whore just dying to get out."
Sarah gasped at his words, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and arousal. "Jack, I... I'm not a whore," she stammered, but there was no conviction in her voice.
"You're not? So what you're saying is that you're a decent woman on the inside just like you are on the outside, and not a whore who can't even take her eyes off the tenant's cock all the time? In that case, I guess I'll have to ask you to leave. I can't sully a decent female, can I?" Jack said. He took a step back, releasing Sarah's chin, but his eyes never left hers. "I mean, I wouldn't want to corrupt a pure soul like yours, Mrs Sarah."
Jack's voice was laced with sarcasm, but Sarah was too far gone in her lust to notice. All she knew was that if she didn't submit to Jack's will and acknowledge the truth of what Jack was saying, she would miss out on this massive cock.
She would miss out on the chance to taste it, to feel it inside her, to satisfy the hunger that had been building up inside her for so long.
"Oh, fuck it," she muttered, her resolve crumbling. "I am a whore, Jack. I'm a fucking whore who wants nothing more than to suck your cock and feel it inside me, stretching me, filling me. I want you to fuck me. Please, Jack, fuck me."
"Good, Mrs Sarah, you are finally being honest with me and yourself. Now there is only one last obstacle left in your way of fighting to be fucked - you are an old woman, your tits are sagging, your arse is flabby, and your slutty cunt is even a second-hand one that has gone through childbirth. Obviously, it would be very unfair for a young man like me to be in the same position as you. So if you wish to have an intimate relationship with me, you will have to be a lowly sex slave." Jack said, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Sarah's reaction.
"A sex slave? Jack, I don't understand. What do you mean by 'sex slave'?" Sarah asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew she should be appalled by Jack's words, but all she could think about was the massive cock hanging between his legs and the promise of pleasure it held, her body aching with a need she hadn't felt in years.
"Oh, Mrs Sarah, you really are a slow learner, aren't you?" Jack chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "A sex slave is a person who exists only to serve their master's sexual needs. They have no will of their own, no desires except to please their master. They exist only to serve, to pleasure, to be used and discarded like a worn-out toy. And that's exactly what I want you to be, Sarah. My personal sex slave to use and abuse whenever I want."
"But... but Jack, I'm a human being with my own personality and dignity. To be a sex slave who has abandoned those is going too far!" Sarah pleaded, still trying to wriggle out of her fate of falling into the abyss of depravity. "Jack, I can be your lover, even your mistress. Isn't that enough?"
"I think I made myself very clear, Mrs Sarah. You're an old woman, a second-hand woman who's been through sex and childbirth! Your flabby tits, arse and cunt are worthless! The only thing you have left to trade with a younger man is your personality and dignity!" Jack 's voice was cold, his eyes hard. "Don't challenge my patience, Mrs Sarah. You have one last chance to abandon your ridiculous character and dignity or leave this room immediately."
The weight of Jack's words hung heavy in the air. Sarah knew she had reached a crossroads, a point of no return. She could either walk away, preserving her personality and dignity, or she could submit to Jack's will, becoming his personal sex slave.
She looked at Jack, his huge cock dangling from his crotch like a rope already tied around her neck. She could feel her body responding to him, her pussy throbbing with need. She realised the fact that she had long been unable to resist him.
Sarah took a deep breath, her decision made.
"Yes , Jack," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I'll give up my personality, my dignity, everything. I'll be your sex slave, I'll serve you, I'll pleasure you, I'll do whatever you want."
Sarah felt a sense of relief, a weight lifting off her shoulders as she made her decision. She was no longer Sarah, the landlady, the mother, the respectable woman. She was now Sarah, the sex slave, and she would do whatever Jack commanded.
However, the response was a vicious slap in the face.
Jack's hand connected with Sarah's cheek with a resounding smack, leaving a red handprint across her face. She gasped, her hand flying to her cheek, shock and pain written all over her face.
"Stupid bitch!" Jack growled, his voice low and menacing. "Now that you've become my sex slave, what should you call me?"
Sarah realised that she had forgotten this important detail in her haste to submit to Jack. She quickly bowed her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Master."
"Louder, bitch. I want to hear you say it like you mean it," Jack growled.
"Master!" Sarah repeated, louder this time. She should have been humiliated by this, but all she felt was a surge of arousal. She thinks it's because it's who she really is, deep down inside. She's always been a submissive person, always wanting to please others, and now she has the chance to do just that.
"Yeah, that's a good girl," Jack said, his voice softening slightly. "You should be rewarded for your progress. But unfortunately, my cock hasn't been stimulated enough to get an erection, and you need to do something to get it aroused. So come on, let's start with a raunchy striptease. Remember to act like a real stripper and move just enough to be flirty."
Sarah eagerly nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the hem of her blouse. She slowly pulled it up, revealing her stomach and then her breasts, encased in a lacy bra. She let the blouse fall to the floor, her eyes never leaving Jack's face.
She unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to reveal her full, sagging breasts. She cupped them in her hands, squeezing them together, her nipples hard and erect. She ran her hands over her body, down her sides, her hips, her ass, before finally hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt.
She slowly pulled it down, revealing her panties, black and lacy, barely covering her pussy. She wiggled her hips, letting the skirt fall to the floor. She stood there in just her panties and heels, her body on full display.