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  Reprogramming

  The Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2016 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

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  Contents

  First Entry: The Cook

  Second Entry: The PA

  Third Entry: The Manager

  Fourth Entry: The Supervisor

  Fifth Entry: The Boss

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  First Entry: The Cook

  Dean had always been a computer person. Obviously not literally a person made of computers he’d simply been a man with a strong affinity for them, even before he was a man.

  He spent his childhood and his teenage years toying around with computers, when he went to college he took a computing course and once he got into the world of work it was more computers.

  He’d managed to secure himself a position at a top company working with computers. It was his job to help make sure all the machines in the building were working and that all systems were operational. Basically if it had anything to do with machines or was run through computers Dean was probably in charge of it.

  It was a good job in his favorite field and it paid well too, he couldn’t be happier; that was what he incorrectly thought.

  Dean thought he’d reached the pinnacle of his desires until he made an error one day, an error which would show him a wonderful world of possibilities that was simply too incredible and mind boggling to believe; if he hadn’t seen it for himself that is.

  One of Dean’s duties was looking after the databases for the company, those spreadsheets of information. He may not have had a lot of idea about figures and numbers and finances but when the guy who knows that stuff doesn’t know anything about spreadsheets it’s Dean who naturally has to step in.

  A spreadsheet of info that Dean could get his head around and was left to manage was the database about all the employees working for the company.

  On that sheet it had the full details needed about each employee. Their name, their date of birth, their address, what apartment they worked in, their role; all the things the company had to know about them. As the computing guy it was Dean’s job to manage all of that.

  He’d been to college, to university and passed with top marks, some data processing was a very easy task for him to accomplish. However he was still human and humans naturally make mistakes sooner or later.

  A new employee had just joined the company so needed inputting into their system; Dean’s job naturally and a simple one at that. All he had to do was copy out her details into the spreadsheet and it was done, champion.

  This was of course were Dean made his small mistake, just a typo. The new employee was Gina, a forty two year old woman who would be joining the catering staff. However while typing in her date of birth his finger wandered a bit too far and pressed the wrong key. Instead of her age being listed as forty two she instead went into their system as a twenty two year old.

  It was a small and insignificant change, one that Dean didn’t even notice as he glossed over the incorrect figure marking his job as done. It would not present itself as an error until Dean went off to get some food from the company cafeteria.

  Here was where he met Gina, locatable by her nametag. She should have been locatable by her picture too, the one that had been included on the documents he’d used to type up her information yet she wasn’t. She really wasn’t.

  The Gina he’d seen in the pictures had looked weathered for want of a better word. She hadn’t been unattractive but her skin had not aged well. However the Gina he met in the canteen was smooth like silk.

  It was so notably he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. No amount of makeup would be able to turn that into this. She looked an absolute delight. Her features were similar yes but she looked so young, even younger than he was; he was only in his mid twenties.

  “Gina?” he asked, her nametag saying one thing but her face saying another.

  “Yes?” she replied back to him, “Can I help you?”

  “You’ve just started today haven’t you?” Dean inquired, feeling like his mind was trying to play cruel tricks on him.

  “Yep my first day on the job,” she responded in a cheery tone.

  “The Gina..” he scoured his own mind, trying to come up with a way to identify if it was really her. His memory had always been good, “from Arizona?”

  “How did you know that?” she asked, raising a brow in confusion.

  “Oh I manage the database here in the company, nothing to worry about. How old were you again?”

  “Don’t you know you should never ask a woman her age,” she teased.

  “Please, it’s important.”

  He seemed serious enough that she relented, “You should know anyway if you’re doing data stuff. I’m twenty two.”

  He couldn’t remember exactly how old she was on those documents he’d been handed but he knew one thing for certain, she hadn’t been that young.

  “Thank you! I’ll see you later, I have to take care of something quickly.”

  “Hey what about your food?”

  There were more important things right now than a bite to eat. He had to get to the bottom of this peculiar situation.

  Things only got more peculiar when he arrived back into his lab and checked back over those documents. He knew for certain that she was older than that, that she’d looked completely different on her picture yet looking back over the paperwork she was completely right. Age twenty two, picture young and stunning; what was going on?

  Dean looked back over the database. Everything that was on the document matched up onto the computer screen. A perfect match. His eyes paid particular attention to her date of birth.

  “I know she was older than that,” he mumbled to himself, that nine not looking right in her birth year. Had he made a typo? He didn’t doubt his own memory and he made an amendment to the data, switching her birthdate up by twenty years before saving.

  He gave a short glance down to the paperwork which turned into an eye popping stare. That picture of a pretty young woman had gone and been replaced with the image he believed he’d seen in the first place. Checking the documents her age was listed back as forty two.

  In a hurry he dashed off back towards the canteen and found Gina there again, serving up some grub however she looked very different.

  “Gina?” he asked her once again.

  “Hey you’re back, finally here for some food?” she replied, her features harsher and her voice deeper than it had been before. She looked like a completely different person. Surely she had to be?

  “We talked before, didn’t we?” he inquired, her face curling up in confusion.

  “Are you alright? We talked like ten minutes ago?”

  “Sorry it’s just…” Dean’s head was throbbing, he couldn’t work out what was going on. Surely whatever this was it had to be impossible, it couldn’t be real, “I just need to know, how old are you again?”

  “Didn’t I just tell--”

  “It’s important, it’s for the database.”

  “I said I’m forty two,” she told him, his mind finding it hard to keep up with the answer. What sort of fantasy world was this? He was hallucinating surely, what other explanation could there be?

 
; Having only one option Dean retraced his steps to try and find the route of whatever was going on. Surely it had to have something to do with that database he’d been taking care of, that record of all the employee’s details.

  When he put her age as twenty two she appeared as a young woman and gave her age the same, when she was inputted as forty two she aged considerably older and swapped her answers to the question around. Even weirder than that all the paperwork changed as well.

  There was only one way to sort this out, Dean had to test it.

  He returned to that database and changed the number back from forty to twenty. There was no change on the paperwork until he saved the results and then suddenly she was young again.

  Older, younger, older, younger, her face seemed to warp along with every click of his button, the figures on her paperwork doing the same. It wasn’t just her age either, he even changed her name to Georgia to see if it did the same thing. It did.

  Dean even went down to the canteen to check on her. Sure enough her name tag had changed and was sporting the name he’d typed into the computer on a whim.

  “Gina?”

  “Forgot my name already? It’s Georgia. Right on the badge love.”

  He didn’t know how to explain it, he could hardly wrap his head around it after all but it was utterly undeniable at this point. Whatever he typed into the machine seemed to come true.

  More testing was needed. Would it only work on Gina or did it affect other members of staff too? The only way to find out was to change around some more details and then to head out exploring and asking questions.

  “Harold? No my name’s Henry.”

  “Thirty? You flatter me, twenty years ago I was.”

  “Hey it’s not my job to book any appointments, I’m just the cleaner.”

  It continued. Every single person he tinkered around with changed just the way he’d written. Names swapped. Ages fluctuated. Jobs were completely changed around. The world seemed to bend to fit what he wrote on that spreadsheet. It was like he had the power to bend the world as he saw fit.

  He pretty much spend the entire day playing around with that database, warping the bodies and histories of those who worked in the company around him. Of course he always made sure to change them back after he was done, he wasn’t a monster after all.

  By the time the day ended he didn’t want to go home. He hadn’t tested it out enough, he hadn’t had enough fun with the database. All he was going to be doing at home was thinking about it, wanting to come back tomorrow for another round. Surely there was a way he could extend this session. You knew he was desperate, who would willingly want to stay for longer at work?

  On the database it had a list of all the employees and for how long they worked for each day, each week, all the stuff the company needed to know.

  Taking a look he saw that Gina was still working even if her shift was about to come to an end. Surely he’d be able to change that with just a few button presses on his keyboard.

  Suddenly her shift was going to last alot longer than anticipated, she was going to be staying here late. Then another thought popped into his mind. It was an inconvenience for him to have to run to and from the canteen just to see how she changed and quiz her on the results. Couldn’t be bring her to him?

  Another change made into the system. Suddenly she worked in the computers department as well. It only took around five minutes for Gina to appear in the lab.

  “Hey Gina, ready for a late night?” he asked her.

  “Do they always expect us to stay this late?” she complained, on her very first day as well. Then again her shift had just gotten a big increase.

  “Not always. This is a very special occasion.”

  He wasn’t being entirely insincere there.

  An extra hour of work, at least, meant a lot of extra fiddling around with what he could do on the computer. The only issue was it wasn’t as entertaining when he only had one model to work with.

  He’d changed her shift, her job, her age a whole lot of times and even her name. There wasn’t really that much he could do. He could change around some of her background history, her address, and listen to the chances being echoed back to him but that was a not of a novelty.

  Despite the fact he wanted to see so much he didn’t actually have much to see with only her there to play around with and she was starting to get a little bit ratty being pretty much left there doing nothing while he occasionally asked her weird questions.

  “Seriously what was the point of me staying here if there isn’t anything to do?” she complained, even if this wasn’t supposed to be her job.

  Wasn’t there anything else he could do? That was when he scrolled through the spreadsheet and finally took notice of the final column, an extra spot for notes.

  This was the kind of place the company documented things like if employees were often late or had some other problems to take into consideration, usually their poor behaviour or conduct. Could he even use this broad option to his advantage as well? There was no harm in trying it out, he could always delete what he wrote later on.

  First up he tried out ‘eager to work’ hoping that that would quell her complaints about the job. Before he made the save he turned to ask her.

  “Not happy with what you’re doing at the moment?”

  “Happy? I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes doing nothing. I’ve already been here eight hours,” she sighed out, fingers tapping along with the desk in an irritation fashion. Now it was time for him to hit the save button.

  “What did you say?”

  “I just wish I could be doing some more,” he tone changed in an instance, that dull whine of irritation replaced with an eager, cheery voice and a happy smile.

  Holy shit that actually worked, he couldn’t believe it; he’d already saw impossibilities but this was even more mind boggling. Was there a limit to what he could do with this?

  Naturally he had to try and find that out was why he got back onto his keyboard to try things out. Gina had brown hair, close to a burnt umber; was he able to change that?

  Dean typed into that notes section the word ‘blonde’ and instantly hit the save button. He looked back onto his new work colleague and it had already happened, the change had already taken place just like he had envisioned it in his mind. The brunette was now a blonde.

  Every new discovery made this cheat code to the world seem even more powerful. If it wasn’t staring him directly in the face there was no way he’d possibly be able to believe it was real yet he was unable to deny it.

  Did he really have the power to change the world, or at least those around him, at his fingertips? It made him feel so powerful.

  His thoughts had been one of curiosity when he had first been fiddling around with the database but now they were starting to become something more as he looked over Gina with the knowledge that he could do anything to her and anything with her that he desired.

  Being a computer nerd he’d never really had much in the way of a female relationship before. He wasn’t a virgin but he wasn’t exactly Casanova. Now he didn’t need to be.

  Suddenly her age had dipped back down into her early twenties and he was typing a new entry into the notes field; busty.

  It wasn’t anything like a growth reality simply changed in an instance like it had always been that way to start with. Her chest was suddenly huge, he didn’t even see the change take place he just knew it had as her perky mounds had been turned into two large breasts giving her top a nice slice of cleavage. Her body was like clay for him to mold.

  He began to grow hard, firm in his pants as he looked at her. She was so attractive already and those large tits only made her more pleasant on the eye. He felt himself wanting her, he felt himself getting excited at the prospect of devouring her body.

  Dean made another change to the spreadsheet in the job field. Suddenly she no longer worked as a computer technician like he did. Her new job title was Dean’s sex slave.

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bsp; Nothing seemed to change in reality until he address her, “Hey Gina.”

  “Yes master?” she replied to him, her voice dripping with a sexual, seductive tone as she leaned towards him to show off that cleavage.

  It was really happening, he could make her do anything he wanted, “Take off your top.”

  Gina did what she was told, grasping at the base of her shirt, pulling it up over her head to reveal her bra and those pushed up mounds that were supported in the cups. Had her bra even changed to fit with her bust size?

  “That as well,” he informed her, pointing at her last upper garment, leading to her baring her naked chest in front of him, giving him an eyeful of those soft mounds and perky pink nipples.