Perils of old computers

Gotta fix it gotta fix it gotta fix it, Mark repeated over and over to himself as he felt his body continue to change. Messing around with the MasterPC software had been fun, but a virus on his computer was interacting with it in a weird way. He worked rapidly to stop the virus, knowing if his computer crashed his hard drive might die and the MasterPC program would be lost to him. He cursed himself for having such a crappy old computer. He felt his body change, becoming more and more feminine as he frantically ran debugging programs and antivirus software. He felt his clothes change as hair fell into his eyes. He could feel the large boobs on his chest, though he dare not look down at them. There was a breeze, his shirt must have come open.

Gotta fix it gotta fix it gotta fix it. Mark repeated to himself as he felt his nipples get hard. Between his legs there was a new sensation and he knew he was all woman now. He felt damp and wet and needy. He chewed on his pencil nervously as the antivirus software snagged. He'd seen what the MasterPC software had been configured to. He didn't want to be a dumb bimbo. Already it was getting harder and harder to think about anything other than shoving a dick in his pussy. He could almost feel his IQ dropping. In a rage he smacked the computer with it's stalled progress bar.

There was a flash of light and a loud popping sound followed by a squeal as the hard disk on the computer screeched to a halt. The smell of burnt plastic filled the air and Mark stared at the blank screen vacantly.

The sensation of the changes had stopped. He took the pen out of his mouth and pulled out one of his school textbooks. After solving a few trigonometry problems, he felt competent that he wasn't a bimbo. He just looked like one.

He could try to recover the computer. Should. Would. But he couldn't focus on that right now. The program had proceeded far enough that he was horny as all get out. He got even more turned on thinking about a dick thrusting between his legs. Maybe he'd call a friend over for help with his computer... or just help with his needy love box... Fixing the computer can wait till tomorrow... Or next week... Next month... Maybe... Never.

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