Admit to some of it.

"Don't even try to fucking deny it," the blond little pixie says, her finger pointed directly at your nose. She moves a step closer and you instinctively take a step back. She laughs at your reaction. "Your mother walked in and had us dead to rights, your dick stuffed so far down my throat that I was gagging. She should have freaked out, screamed and yelled, but one word from you and she snaps around like a puppet without saying anything. Then, when she returned for my lesson it was like nothing had happened. She didn't even bat an eye. The only way you could do that is if you had some power over her, something like the Motherboard. So, how about it?"

You consider your options. You could lie through your teeth, but you doubt Caroline would believe you if you did. Telling her the whole truth isn't much better because you have no way to gauge what her reaction might be, and making an enemy of someone with access to the Motherboard might be...dangerous. No, the best way forward is to turn it around on Caroline, give her a little information in order to gather what knowledge she has on the reality altering site. Pick whatever chestnut you want: 'You catch more flies with honey,' 'Go along to get along,' 'You get more with sugar than salt.' Any of them will suffice for this situation.

You shrug. "I might know something about it," you affirm and Caroline claps her tiny hands together in delight.

"I knew it! Come on, tell me what you changed. Obviously your mother does what you tell her but that can't be it. Anything else?"

"Well," you say, drawing out the word while you decide how much to tell her. "I also changed my job so that I get to watch porn all day."

The small girl's laughter echoes in your room like silver bells and she wraps her arms around her stomach to try and contain it. You find yourself grinning along with her. "Classic! I knew a guy's thinking with the Motherboard would start and end with his dick." She glances down at your crotch and leans toward you conspiratorially. "Speaking of which, you have quite the nice little...uhm, well, huge actually, member down there. You going to try and tell me you didn't 'adjust' that a bit?"

You don't know why but Caroline's directness is having an effect on you. You'd originally been worried about this confrontation but her attitude and demeanor is putting you more and more at ease. Oddly enough, you're beginning to like her.

"Well, I may have added an inch or three...and thickened it up some too. Solely for my partner's pleasure, of course." She nods her head in an understanding way. You push ahead, adding one last little morsel for her to consider. "I may have also changed how women dress now...you know, without anything on top." You wave your hand at her chest and she looks down at her tiny little tits.

"Huh, how odd. It feels completely normal for me to not be wearing anything--but then I guess it would, wouldn't it, with the Motherboard. You like looking at a girl's boobies?"

"I don't know a guy who doesn't," you reply. Now it's your turn to lean in closer. "But how about you? You obviously know about the Motherboard, so what changes have you made? Why exactly did I feel compelled to **** myself on you earlier?"

For the first time since she entered the room, Caroline blushes and seems hesitant. "Well, I've always had this fantasy, you see, of sexually submitting to and being dominated by men, but I've always been afraid of admitting it to anybody I've dated. The Motherboard gave me the opportunity to live it out without fear of things going to far. You see, I've added in a fail-safe so that men will be forceful without ever taking it too far and really hurting me." She pauses, before rushing on. "And I made it so that any man left alone with me will need to fuck me and treat me like a submissive slut. It's more exciting that way, you know?"

You stare at Caroline. You would never had guessed that such a cute, unassuming girl would have such a perverted fantasy or have the guts to make it become a reality. Then the fullness of what she just described hits you. "So I probably wasn't the first guy to screw you today, was I?"

A sly grin crosses her face and she shakes her head. She raises up both hands and ticks off one finger on her left hand. "Mr. Gregory, my math teacher, spanked my ass with his ruler before throwing me on top of his desk and fucking me until he came twice, once inside my pussy and once out. A boy I don't even know found me skipping gym class in an empty classroom and **** me to ride him like a cowgirl." She stops with two fingers down. She hesitates and then bends down the third. "And my father did some very dirty, nasty things to me when I snuck into the bathroom when he was taking a shower. I came so hard I squirted."

After the last confession, she looks at you, daring you to judge her but you just shrug in response. In fact, her list of debauched pairing has stirred your cock and it begins to rise to the occasion once more. "Anything else you've changed?" you ask, licking your lips.

"Well, I had to add a refraction period to my encounters. My pussy couldn't take all the fucking without it." She places a finger on her chin in thought. "Oh, and I made it so almost all meat tastes like chicken...I was kind of bored that day." Caroline's right eyebrow arches. "Anything else for you? Anybody else need to follow your orders other than your mother."

You're not about to share the full extent of your abilities, so you shake your head. "Nope. Today wasn't the first time she's walked in on me doing something improper--she stays at home most days--so I adjust things so I didn't have to worry about it anymore." You can tell she doesn't necessarily believe you...but she doesn't push further. Fair's fair, you think. I doubt she was completely up front with all she's changed either.

The conversation trails off, leaving the two of you standing face-to-face. After a minute of silence, Caroline sighs lightly and tilts her head while looking into your face.

"So what now?" she asks.