Big Think

Taylor rapped her fingers on the desk a pencil twirling on her other hand. After arriving home unmolested and making a beeline to her room through the silent house she'd been struck with indecision. Sure, she filled out at least three pages with immunities and safeguards, and so came the next big question 'What now?'.

She figured, so far the notebook had basically rewritten he entire life, somehow landing her on virtually the same spot she was before penning those 'old' rules. Then there was the Master effect, because it was basically that, and wasn't it a thing to digest...

Regardless, she was basically a cape now, one whose main power was... an inhumanly large dick that fits anywhere and gallons of cum on demand. But that at least meant it could change people and let them do stuff that shouldn't be possible.

Taylor looked at the ceiling 'I guess the next step would be to erase rules...' But which rule? Certainly not the one that re-wrote the Trio. And Old Rules are not somthing she should mess with casually. Maybe an addendum?

/New rule: Taylor Hebert can retract her penis inside her body, leaving no outer sign of it. Her balls follow the same principle, being able to/ "...Damn," Taylor checked the thesaurus she brought home for this precise reason /unseathe both testicles./

The moment she struck the final period she became aware of an odd couple of muscles somewhere in her lower adbomen. Pulling the waistband of her trousers she looked down to the bulge running through her thigh, a flex of that new muscle and the bulge receed, dissapearing from her roomy male undewear, leaving nothing but hollow stretched fabric.

'So far so good...' She stood and disrobed, she had to do a full test and why not? it's her room. In front of her full lenght mirror (which was somehting from new-her) she stalled out testing for posing and admiring her muscles, and giggling when her new -and bigger- breasts jiggled. Eventually she did notice that the reflection, in fact, did not have a cock.

"Cant even tell..." she whispered to herself. If she strained she could see a seam, tough it might be a trick of the light. A little move from the new muscle group and her trouser snake slipped down, nine soft inches dangling down. A second internal twitch and a place at the base swole in two points as a weight lowered from her abdomen. In seconds the base of her still floppy dick was adorned with a pair of smooth nuts fitting for the tool, somewhere round the size of baseballs, maybe softballs.

"Pfff" Of course, she couldnt be serious with such a dangly anatomy. She cocked her hips left and right testing the feel.

Then she found out that rules could not be erased. Logically, she should be able to override one rule with another, but trying to directly undo her last change resulted in nothing.

So she could make big and small changes, but could not undo anything. In theory... maybe she would need to write a bigger change to directly overturn another?

That little practicality trick did not work against any of her rules. And bigger rules were not something to mess around with.

Taylor dropped on her bed, shaking the frame. "If I could have any power...".

A/N: Would Taylor stick with the flying brick? Yeah, she very well might.