It was a day as normal as any other… Chad Powers was sitting at a dinner, after scraping and saving from his betting wins.
The venue he had chosen was not some upper-class steakhouse that cost a fortune. But neither was it something impoverished like fast food.
Just an average restaurant in the city, near the local university and its dorm buildings, that tasted great, and had value for the price.
And as he sat at the table, waiting for the meal, scrolling through his phone, searching for the results on his latest parlay, his longtime childhood friend, and current girlfriend Claire was slightly flushed in the face, and fidgeting.
Something was clearly on her mind, but Chad was too busy to see it.
Then it happened. The fighter he was most certain would win got knocked out cold by a spinning elbow coming out of the clinch.
He stood up and screamed at his phone, completely forgetting that he was in a public setting.
"God fucking dammit! You fucking loser! I threw away five fucking Gs on your pathetic ass! Go back to the minor leagues you piece of shit! You're not built to be a contender, let alone a fucking champion!"
Claire's anxiety instantly shifted to fury as she stood up and began to walk off without saying a word.
Her actions spurred Chad to take notice of her for the first time since the night began.
"Wait, babe, what are you doing? The food isn't even here yet?"
She did not say a word. The gilded pendant across her neck, which represented her faith flirted with the wind like her snow-white hair behind her.
Chad realizing he had really screwed up, immediately put some cash on the table to cover the costs of the meal he now would not be eating, as he ran after the young woman, and when he grabbed her wrist to halt her flight, she struck him across the cheeks.
The fury in her ice-blue eyes was enough to freeze his heart.
"My mother was fucking right! I wanted to discuss an important matter with you, but it doesn't matter anymore. You're…. You're just a child! What the hell was I thinking, wasting all my time these last few years waiting for you to grow the hell up! Lose my number!"
Claire then left Chad there astonished. He had no idea how to react… At first he was in disbelief, then denial.
But as his messages were left on read for the next few hours, he found himself drowning his grief with an excessive amount of alcohol back in his dorm room.
Alone, as his friends were likely out at the club trying to find a woman to keep their beds warm for the night.
It was just past the devil's hour as Chad awoke from his drunken stupor, gazing over at his phone to see if Claire had settled her heart.
But there was no response still. And then, he found it. An app on his phone, shaped like a heart.
Labelled as MPS in his files.
He had no memory of installing this app; hell he had no memory of going into the app store throughout the entire night.
He was just about to delete it entirely when something in the back of his mind compelled him to click on it first.
Perhaps it was curiosity, or some supernatural force that forced him to do so.
Regardless of the reason, the moment the app activated in big and bold lettering the words appeared .
[My Pornstar System!]
The title itself was absurd. Pornstar? Did he perhaps do something stupid and download some third-rate, trojan infested porn app in his intoxicated state?
Nah, he had never been that drunk and stupid before.
And just when he was about to close out of the app, she appeared.
Blond hair, blue eyes, twintails tied perfectly, and of course, black lace lingerie that would drive most men mad with lust.
But she didn't look real, clearly cartoonish in proportions.
As if this were some sick joke of the developer.
Chad could only scoff and shake his head, about to click the button to exit the app and uninstall it, when the character called out to him.
[Are you really sure you want to do that Chad? Why don't you take a look at what I have to offer, before rejecting an opportunity you will never find again?]
At first, Chad thought someone had infiltrated his room. He looked around, left and right, for the source in the darkness of his dorm room. But he was well and truly alone.
And then the voice came again.
[Down here, dumbass… Yes, on the phone… Holy shit, are you retarded? No wonder your girlfriend dumped your pathetic ass!]
Chad then gazed at the app and saw that the character… the artificial intelligence wasn't talking to just anyone in particular; it was talking to him, as if it already knew every detail of his life.
He thought at first he was still drunk, or perhaps having the fever dream of a madman.
But the voice confirmed it.
[Yes, me…. This was… Not at all how I wanted to introduce myself. Dammit Chad! You ruined the introduction I had spent hours preparing! You dummy…]
The artificial intelligence immediately began to pout and avert her gaze, blushing in a way that Chad couldn't help but find charming.
He scratched the back of his head and sighed. Apologizing to the avatar as if she were a real girl he had offended.
"I'm sorry… This is just… so weird. Am I still drunk? Or perhaps asleep?"
The AI only began to look over at Chad again, as if she were trying desperately to stay mad at him when he apologized.
[You really mean that? Are you really sorry?]
Chad could barely keep himself in control of his emotions, inwardly thinking more foul words than escaped his lips.
Who the hell is this little brat?
"Yes, I'm sorry… Please introduce yourself properly…."
Though the words that he said lacked sincerity, the Avatar immediately recovered to a more proper emotional state.
[Welcome to My Pornstar System! An app designed to help you not suck at life and help you achieve a state of success that will make that sorry bitch you call an ex come crawling back to you naked on her hands and knees! I am Anna, your personal companion to help you on this journey! The rules are simple! Fuck chicks, get clicks, and maybe I'll treat you to some nice upgrades along the way! But don't tell anybody! This is our little secret you know!]
The avatar immediately began to hold one finger up to her bow-shaped cherry lips, in a deliberately provocative gesture that stimulated Chad in ways he never thought a computer program could.
But before he could ask a question she continued.
[For successfully installing the app, I'll give you ten attribute points to apply where you see fit!]
A screen appeared that included a list of things to enhance his overall prowess.
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[Gains]
[Vibes]
[Grit]
[Rizz]
[IQ]
[Flexibility]
[Blessed]
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From what Chad could gather, these states more or less were equivalent to basic attribute stats one might find in an average role-playing game.
However, considering the brain rot terms they were written in, he couldn't help but wonder if the designer of the system was an idiot or a troll.
The latter proved to be more and more correct as he scrolled down and found
[Looksmaxxing, and Sizemaxxing] added. Clearly hinting at improving his overall looks, and girth below the belt.
Being given ten points to invest off the bat into attributes that were already pretty mid, Chad took two minutes to think it through before investing them evenly across
[Blessed – Luck, Rizz – Charisma, Looksmaxxing – Appearance, Sizemaxxing – Genital Length/Girth, and IQ – Intelligence].
Frankly, Chad didn't actually believe anything would change. But the moment he hit accept, the last thing he saw was Anna's lips curl into a sadistic smirk before everything went black.
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When Chad awoke the next day, he found himself feeling dreadfully hungover. His head was pounding, and he felt sick to his stomach.
Groaning as he struggled to compel his brain cells to work together and force his body to climb out of his bed.
"Oh God… Why do I do this to myself? Never again…"
Ultimately, the retching in his stomach forced him to his feet faster than his conscious thought ever could as he ran to the bathroom and hurled into the toilet.
When he finally climbed from his kneeling position, and wiped the bile from his mouth, he stood before the mirror, prepared to wash his hands, and face.
And it was only after he had done so that he realized that he no longer recognized his own reflection.
If he was average in appearance before… or slightly above average… he was now a solid 7/10 in appearance.
The symmetry of his face was more in line with the golden ratio, skin imperfections vanished overnight, and his jawline appeared to be sharper than before.
Even the muscle definition was slightly improved.
And then it hit him, the memories of the app, and what he had done.
Hoping perhaps it wasn't just a dream after all, he immediately shut the door and dropped his trousers.
To reveal that he had in fact changed his attributes in his sleep.
He could hardly believe his eyes. And ultimately opted to take to cool his head.
By the time he emerged wearing he could only reach for a water bottle from the nearby fridge, taking a full gulp trying to think through what had truly happened the night before.
And then he heard it.
The gasp of a woman staring at his naked body. She was utterly shocked, but did not scream.
Chad froze on the spot. He thought he had been utterly alone and decided to use that liberty to his advantage.
Only to find that his roommate, Trevor, had brought a girl back to their dorm in the middle of the night while he slept.
The young woman's eyes did not shift from his lower half, and finally she just smirked, as she walked past the man and patted him on the shoulder, whispering in his ear something Chad never expected to hear in his life.
"Not bad… Not bad at all… I should have spent the night with you instead..."
She immediately reached into her purse and pulled out a marker, writing her phone number on his cock as he stood there frozen in disbelief.
She then put the pen back in her bag and walked past him, leaving only a promise and a gesture.
"See you around lover boy."
As the door shut behind her, she silently winked and blew a kiss.
Chad stood there stunned beyond words. Thinking through whether that really happened, or if he was still dreaming from the night before.
He eventually climbed back into bed, believing that this was all one never-ending acid trip.
That is until the app on his phone forced itself open, revealing the same blonde haired twintailed avatar from the night before.
[What's the matter player? That slut clearly had the hots for you! You should totally fuck her and upload a video for clicks! More clicks, more chicks! Or is it the other way around? Eh, fuck it, you know what to do!]
Chad sighed and tried to shut off his phone, but the push notifications continued until he opened it again.
The voice echoed in his earbuds, louder, and angrier than ever.
[Don't you ignore me you piece of shit! I created you! And I can just as well unmake you!]
He quickly reached for his phone and gave Anna a stern talking to.
"Fuck you! My girlfriend dumped me, I'm hungover as fuck, and now you want me to screw some random whore that my roommate brought home last night? No thanks, I'm good!"
Anna sighed and rolled her eyes, trying to coax Chad into doing the deed.
[I'm not saying you have to marry the slut, you dummy. Just fuck her and post the video online! This system isn't for dating respectable women and marrying them; it's to help you get your bag king! If that's what you want out of life, then you can easily snare yourself a harem of virgins and their mothers once you've become a true sigma alpha male worthy of your name.]
Chad simply rolled over in his bed and ignored the app.
Which clearly enraged Anna, causing her to stomp her feet, puff her cheeks, and clench her fists.
And then… suddenly she had a devilish smirk once more. Her words were even more mischievous.
[Alright… Since you don't want to listen to reason, I'll have to up the stakes. Normally I'm not one to do this… But I'm going to make this a mandatory quest! Think of it like a prologue or a tutorial from one of those shitty video games you waste your time on!]
Instantly, a new display appeared on his app. Followed by Anna's voice.
[You gotta bang that hottie on camera, and upload it to the internet! If not! I'll take away the 10 points I gave you as a gift, and force you to earn them back the hard way! You've got 72 hours, bro. Good luck! You're going to need it!]
And then Anna disappeared. No matter how much Chad tried to turn the app back on and plead with her, there was no response.
Only a countdown and a quest log. Showing how much time he had, and what he had to do.
Chad could only sigh and climb out of bed. Hungover, horny… and filled with dread. He could only swear under his breath as he rushed out the door.
"So fucking cringe…."