A feedback loop

Suddenly, Tom felt a bit dizzy, like his mind was adding memories a bit too fast for him to keep up. He suppose it makes sense, a few rules did get added at the same time. Plus he’s not used to his 8’ feet tall muscular body- wait…

Tom shook his head and quickly grabbed the book again. Seeing the pages quickly turn faster than he can read, each one writing itself a new rule that shifts and change the world around him.

Tom panics as he swipes the rulebook trying to find the initial rule and undoing it. The bathroom around him shifts and wanes, a royal bedroom, an open field, a dark cave. Each one comes and goes with its own set of memories

Tom cursed himself because he wasn’t thinking things through. If he made an old rule, then EVERYTHING retroactively changed, including his family. And with each change, their kinks must have changed slightly as well, triggering the rulebook to write even more rules, repeating the cycle.

Which means, every moment he spends to think, is a moment where the cycle continues. Creating kinkier and kinkier worlds as his family’s wants and needs change subconsciously.

He can feel his brain almost merging the memories he has, him as a royalty in a fantasy world. His moms as queens of a galactic empire. His sisters being his loyal sex slaves. He remembers a world where he’s the only man. A world where he has to repopulate with his family. A world where he’s God among men.

But amidst all that, he manages to focus, and rip out the section of the rulebook that has the initial rule… stopping the cycle.

Tom closes his eyes and composes his breath, preparing for whatever world he has stopped on.