A Question of Loyalty

Bianca was pacing back and forth in her room, scared and at her wits end.

The poor girl hadn't seen or heard from Pamela since she'd marched back into the house. Bianca had followed shortly after, thinking she wasn't trailing far behind, but other than Kyle who was still sitting in the living room, looking at her with a curious look, she hadn't seen anyone.

She was too worried to seek out her friend and ask her what she'd change. Or if she'd even made the change at all. Bianca was still horny as hell, and still torn between Nick and Thomas.

She knew it was stupid; her loyalty to Nick told her it was stupid. And yet, the duality was there. She loved Nick, that must was true, and that love burned a fire within her that outclassed everything around it. She loved who he was as a person, she loved spending time with him, she loved the way he treated her... The girl loved practically everything about him; the strength of that love all consuming. A great inferno that she tended with care.

She had other flames too; other loves that had found their way into her life. Pamela and her parents each had their own, not as strong as Nick's but each still had their own blaze that burned with great strength within her. Her passions, her hobbies, her enjoyment for what she studied in school, each had their own little mounds of embers that, when tended, would roar with passion, showcasing her love for them.

If Nick's flames were the epicenter, a forest fire that burned without control within her, than each smaller flame formed a radius around it, the strength of the fires diminishing as you reached its edge. Each as strong as she willed them to be; each showcasing her love for whichever aspect they represented. She was loyal to them all.

That was problem. She was loyal to each flame - no matter how big or small. And, no matter she hated its contents.

Despite the strength of Nick's blaze, it didn't burn without flaw. A fire is only as strong as its foundation, and Bianca had recently taken on of Nick's logs, transformed it into something new, breathed new life into its embers, and had created a love for something she should never have.

Thomas' cock.

Well, saying she was in love with Thomas' cock wasn't entirely accurate. She'd barely seen the thing; it only having been in her eyesight for a handful of second. No, the fire burned out of her love of having seen it, and that made all the difference.

She stood before it now, the lone log burning in the shadow of the great infernos before it, tucked away in the darkest corners of herself. She hated it for what it was, but she knew she could never extinguish it; it was a part of her. A part of her love.

The struggle came from the need to stroke the flames; make it burn brighter than it currently was. She was loyal to it, just like all the others. Tending the flame would be easy too - all she needed was see his cock again.

She'd never fuck it. She felt that with unwavering certainty, regardless of what other girls said about eight inch cocks. Her inferno for Nick burned too brightly for that. Still, given the strength of that blaze, would it really be so bad if she saw it again. Just one more time? Out of loyalty for her love? Surely tending such a small fire would never allow it to rival the blaze that was her love for Nick.

Bianca didn't really feel herself move, the act so natural to her. She also no longer felt guilty, because she realized she was doing this out of love. She had a fire to tend, and just like all the others, she was too loyal to let it burn out.

Pamela realized her mistake too late. By that point, she was already in her room, unable to will herself to leave.

She knew why she wasn't leaving: loyalty. She was loyal to Bianca, her best friend in the world. She loved the girl more than anything. Well, almost anything. And it was when she'd made that realization that she knew she'd just ruined everything. Because she loved Bianca, because she knew what the girl desperately needed, and she couldn't make herself stop her friend from getting it.

And if that wasn't her only problem, the only love that burned brighter than the one she had for Bianca was the one she had built for Thomas' dick. She knew how strongly that fire was able to burn, because she'd raised it herself.

That's why she knew with absolute certainty that Bianca wouldn't stand a chance.

Thomas marveled at he'd done. What had started as a simple, non-descriptive wish had changed the world in ways he could never have imagined. His research had indicated he'd created social norms, political views, new ideologies... so much more off of the simple premise that women can no longer use the bathroom. It was unbelievable; the power the machine in the attic held was beyond comprehension. It could take even the simplest of changes and turn the entirety of reality upon itself. He could spend hours researching every single byproduct his foolishness had changed.

And yet, despite the astonishing discovery he'd just made, he would later admit that it paled in comparison to what was about to happen.

He heard a knock on the door. One that changed his life forever.