A Younger Man's Game

Mike sat in Emily’s room, the golden vanity gleaming in the corner, as he scrolled through the Reality Edit App. His mind was a whirlwind of possibilities. The app was a tool of unimaginable power, and he was determined to use it to his advantage. But first, he needed to test its limits—on himself.

At 63, Mike was still sharp, still commanding, but he couldn’t deny that age was catching up to him. His joints ached in the morning, his stamina wasn’t what it used to be, and the mirror reflected a man who was undeniably past his prime. He opened the app and selected Adjust Attributes. His own profile popped up, displaying his current age: 63.

“Let’s see what this thing can do,” he muttered, tapping on the age option. He scrolled it down to 50, hesitating for a moment before hitting Confirm. The screen flashed, and a faint hum filled the room. Mike felt a strange warmth spread through his body, like a wave of energy coursing through his veins. He stood up, his joints no longer stiff, his muscles feeling stronger and more limber. He walked over to the mirror, his reflection now that of a man in his early 50s. His salt-and-pepper hair was thicker, his jawline sharper, and the lines on his face had softened.

“Not bad,” he said, flexing his arms. He wasn’t a young stud, but he felt rejuvenated, more like the man he’d been a decade ago. His wife, Claire, and daughter, Emily, were still the same, as was the mansion around him. The changes were subtle, but to Mike, they were profound. He felt like he’d been given a second chance.

But Mike wasn’t done. He wanted to test the app further, to see just how far its power extended. He thought about Claire, his beautiful wife. At 38, she was still stunning, but the years were starting to show. She worked hard to maintain her looks, but sex with her had become… routine. Predictable. Mike loved her, but he couldn’t deny that the spark had faded.

That’s when he spotted their maid, Maria, wandering through the mansion. Maria was in her 40s, a slightly chubby but hardworking woman who had been with the family for years. She was reliable, efficient, and utterly unremarkable. But as Mike watched her, an idea began to form.

He opened the app again, selecting Edit Reality. He scrolled through the options until he found Maria’s profile. With a few taps, he adjusted her age to 18, her body to that of a buxom, big-booty Latina, and her personality to that of a horny, submissive maid who believed it was her duty to please her employer. He added a skimpy maid outfit to her wardrobe and hit Confirm.

Maria froze mid-motion, her hand clutching the duster as a strange tingling sensation spread through her body. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt her body begin to change. Her skin tightened, the faint wrinkles and age spots disappearing as her complexion became smooth and flawless. Her hair, once streaked with gray, darkened into a rich, glossy black, cascading down her back in silky waves.

Her body began to reshape itself, her modest curves melting away as her waist cinched in and her hips widened into a perfect hourglass figure. Her thighs thickened, becoming soft and supple, while her ass rounded out into a heart-shaped, huge, almost BBL sized ass. Her chest swelled, her modest B-cups ballooning into massive, perky DDs that strained against her maid uniform.

Maria’s face softened, her features becoming more delicate and feminine. Her lips plumped up into a pouty, kissable shape, and her eyes widened, framed by long, fluttering lashes. She looked like a walking fantasy, the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went.

But the changes didn’t stop there. Maria’s maid uniform began to warp and shift, the fabric tightening and shrinking until it was little more than a skimpy, revealing costume. The skirt rode up her thighs, barely covering her new, voluptuous ass, while the top clung to her chest, the neckline plunging to reveal her deep cleavage. The stockings she wore stretched up her long, toned legs, held in place by a garter belt that accentuated her curves.

Maria’s mind began to fog, her memories shifting and changing to align with her new reality. She had always been a horny, submissive maid, eager to please her employer in any way she could. The years of hard work and dedication faded away, replaced by a new life of servitude and desire.

The screen flashed, and Mike felt a thrill of anticipation. He stepped out of Emily’s room and made his way to the lounge, where Maria was dusting the furniture. The transformation was immediate and striking. Maria was now a voluptuous 18-year-old, her curves accentuated by the tight, skimpy maid outfit she wore. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, her full lips glistened with gloss, and her wide, innocent eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and desire.

“Maria,” Mike said, his voice low and commanding.

Maria turned to him, her cheeks flushing as she curtsied. “Sí, señor? How can I serve you?” Her voice was soft and sultry, her Spanish accent adding an exotic flair.

Mike walked over to her, his eyes roaming over her body. “I think you know exactly how you can serve me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Maria’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she realized what he meant. “Sí, señor,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and excitement. “It is my duty to please you.”

Mike smirked, his confidence surging. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the couch, his movements firm but not rough. Maria stumbled slightly, her heart racing as she followed his lead. He pushed her down onto the couch, her skirt riding up to reveal her lacy black panties. Mike’s eyes darkened with desire as he knelt between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, Maria,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?”

Maria bit her lip, her body trembling with anticipation. “Sí, señor. I live to serve you.”

Mike didn’t waste any more time. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Maria moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Mike’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ample breasts and teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her maid outfit. Maria arched her back, her breath coming in short, **** gasps.

“Please, señor,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you.”

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He stood up, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. Maria’s eyes widened as she saw his erection, her lips parting in awe. “Dios mío,” she whispered, her hands reaching out to stroke him.

Mike groaned, his hips thrusting into her touch. “That’s it, Maria. Show me how much you want this.”

Maria obeyed eagerly, her hands and mouth working in tandem to pleasure him. Mike’s breath came in ragged gasps as he watched her, his desire building to a fever pitch. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pushed her back onto the couch, spreading her legs wide.

“You’re mine, Maria,” he growled, positioning himself at her entrance. “All mine.”

Maria nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. “Sí, señor. I am yours.”

Mike thrust into her, his movements rough and ****. Maria cried out, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. The sensation was overwhelming, her tight warmth enveloping him in a way that made his head spin. He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into hers with a **** that left them both breathless.

“Dios, señor!” Maria moaned, her voice rising in pitch as she neared her climax. “You feel so good!”

Mike grunted, his own release building rapidly. He reached down, squeezing her breast as he drove into her with relentless intensity. “Come for me, Maria,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

Maria obeyed instantly, her body convulsing as she reached her peak. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, spurring Mike on. With a final, powerful thrust, he spilled himself inside her, his own climax crashing over him like a tidal wave.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Mike collapsed onto the couch beside her, his mind racing with the implications of what he’d just done. The app had given him power—power to reshape reality, to fulfill his deepest desires. And he was only just beginning to explore its potential.

Maria curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest. “Gracias, señor,” she whispered, her voice soft and content. “It is an honor to serve you.”

Mike stroked her hair absently, his mind already plotting his next move. The world was his to shape, and he intended to make the most of it.