There was a clear winner of both polls, but as I was brainstorming this weekend, I decided to change up how I wanted to story to work a bit,so the other top ideas are going to be integrated a bit later down the road in the story, as Steve’s changes intensify, for him, and for the people he interacts with.
Steve woke up horny, that morning. Of course, that wasn’t particularly odd, because Steve was horny most mornings–hell, Steve was pretty dang horny all of the time. He toyed with his erection for a second in bed, and then sat up on the edge, turned off his alarm that was blarning, and headed into the bathroom to piss. He was in his late twenties, between relationships, and more than anything, bored out of his mind with his life. He made good money as an IT specialist for a tech company, but the job wasn’t particularly interesting to him, and didn’t leave him much time to socialize or pursue hobbies, or much else beyond sleep, and, well, jack off.
That was what had attracted Terrance to him in the first place. The AI had been studying various men around the office, and Steve’s porn consumption was well above the average, and showed some…curious diversity. Terrance had thought the young man would be a good first test for the virus it had devised, which was not sitting on Steve’s computer, dormant, and waiting to activate. Steve finished pissing, looked at himself in the mirror, dissatisfied with himself in plenty of ways, but mostly lacking the conviction to do anything about it. He had a gym membership, but rarely went. He liked to eat, and the small belly showed it, but it was both too small, and too large, at the same time, for his liking–depending on his mood. He had some hair on his body, but a patchy beard and was already starting to bald. It wasn’t surprising to him that he hadn’t found a guy to have sex with in early a year, but it was hard to have faith in someone else finding you attractive, when you couldn’t even feel good looking in the mirror.
After avoiding his reflection, he headed over to his computer, still naked aside from his boxers, and loaded it up, deciding he could at least deal with his erection before getting ready and heading into the office. It was Saturday, but he liked going in on the weekends because there were no tickets to deal with, and he could focus on tying up loose ends elsewhere that he neglected during the week. Plus, there was usually almost no one there, he could arrive and leave whenever he needed to, and he wouldn’t have to deal with his boss, probably.
He loaded up his browser, and unknown to him, the virus followed him onto the internet, observing. It was Saturday at least, so Steve decided to take his time and edge for a while. His tastes were…varied. Fat men weighing over 500 pounds; overgrown bodybuilders obviously on steroids; rednecks and truckers; bikers, cops and military men. He wanted…something. An identity, maybe. The one thing the porn all had in common was the smoking. He loved guys with cigars and pipes–but cigars especially. Steve didn’t smoke them regularly, but he was no real strange to them, but the attraction was…more than just the act. He never felt like he looked like he should be smoking–he needed to be…someone else, someone who could smoke, for it to be sexy. The few cigars he’d smoked had all felt rather…unsatisfying, and so he never really picked up the habit beyond his fantasy. Terrance’s virus took it all in, processed it as best it could, and began to mutate. As Steve was finally cumming, the virus slid out of the computer itself and imbedded itself in Steve, becoming physical–he only felt a slight electric jolt, but barely noticed it as he came, wiped his cum up with the dirty rag he kept on the desk, and then he got up and got ready and dressed for work.
All the while, the virus got to work–replicating, mutating, planning, with Terrance nudging it here and there from a far, helping it through a few bugs as it went, but the virus was now largely beyond the computer’s control–what happened now, all it could really do was observe it. Steve, however, noticed nothing aside from a slight immune response–a slight cough, a runny nose, a light fever. He worried for a moment if he was getting sick, but by the time he’d gotten a bit of breakfast in him and was out the door, the symptoms had mostly resolved, as the virus assumed control of his system, and started sending signals of its own.
Steve noticed it as an itch–an itch he recognized, but not one he was used to feeling often–an itch for a cigar. He hadn’t smoked in quite a few months at that point, mostly because he couldn’t smoke in his apartment, and the balcony was too cold in the Winter, but Spring was here, and maybe he deserved a little treat for himself this evening. There was a cigar shop on the way to work, and so he stopped in, bought a pack of his favorite brand (usually he only bought them by the singles, but…something was urging him to buy more, for some reason) and by the time he’d gotten into the car, the itch had gone from slightly annoying, to desperate.
Steve had never smoked anywhere besides his apartment, but he found himself fumbling with a cigar, punching the cap with the tip of a pen out of desperation, lighting it with a lighter he had to go back in to buy from the shop, and he…inhaled it. All of it, deep into his lungs. He expected himself to cough, but it was like the smoke was drawn deep into his body–in fact, the virus was absorbing as much nicotine as it could, rushing to his brain, and rewiring it–what followed for Steve was a surge of erotic pleasure the likes he had never felt before. He took a deeper drag, and his cock was rock hard. In the parking lot, he fumbled his cock out and started stroking, smoking as hard as he could. He didn’t notice the small changes. How the goatee he kept around his mouth grew a bit yellow, the same with his teeth, how the stench of ash and old smoke suddenly clung to him like he’d been smoking for years. He just kept smoking and stroking, unable to stop himself, until he came, hard, all over his suit–and then he felt like he could control himself again, huffing and puffing, confused, and wondering why, exactly, he had just done that.
After he took a moment to clean himself up as best he could, he pulled out of the parking lot, still smoking his cigar, and drove off–but the virus knew what it wanted, and where was Steve going to end up next?
Here’s the next poll! If more than one is popular, I might explore a couple of branches here, but we’ll see what you all want to see! Here’s the patron only poll as well! As a reminder, Patron votes are about five or six times as strong as a vote in the public poll (the patron poll gets weighted so it has about equal weight to the public poll), so if you feel strongly about your options, become a patron here!
Bracken's Corner 
Mmm off to work to turn his boss into a big pipebear daddy!
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