Consolidating Power

After gym class was physics. Normally the class held your rapt attention, but today recent events (and post-orgasmic clarity) had your mind focused elsewhere.

As fun as having your way with Sarah's face was, it brought up some concerning thoughts. If the Rulebook could affect people so directly and effortlessly, there had to be a magical component to it. You had seen the shirt on that barista fade away, and the typical physical fitness test warped into something straight out of your own perverted imagination. Come to think of it, there's no way the gym teacher had a massive double-ended dildo on hand for the test, and there's no way the girls at your school all had ridiculously skimpy clothing on hand to suit your uniform changes.

This laid some interesting foundations. The rulebook is obviously capable of directly affecting the material world, as well as the minds and bodies of the people within it.

People like you.

Shuddering at the thought, you begin writing some rules designed to safeguard yourself against undesirable eventualities.

Old Rule: I, Michael Newman, writer of this rule, am the rightful owner of this Rulebook, and the one and only being in all of existence that can write in this Rulebook.

Old Rule: If anyone finds this book and it is not in the direct possession of the one who may write in it, they are immediately compelled to return the book to him by any means necessary. Returning the Rulebook, or participating in the return thereof, to its rightful owner supersedes all other activities which are not required to sustain life, and is an act worthy of praise from all, on par with saving the life of a child from certain ****. Intentionally delaying the return of the Rulebook to its rightful owner in any fashion is universally considered a crime equivalent to first-degree ****.

Old Rule: Intentionally, directly or indirectly, separating the rightful owner of this Rulebook from this Rulebook is the most ancient and heinous of crimes, so embedded within the human psyche that none would even contemplate it as a course of action. This includes, but is not limited to, slaying the owner of this Rulebook, or otherwise preventing him from writing herein.

You leaned back in your chair, contemplating the wording and whether you could foresee any sequence of events that might result in this powerful magic being levied against you. After half an hour of thought, you judge it good enough for now, intent on waiting for an opportune time to test the strength of these new old rules.

((Heads up to readers: This story gets pretty fucked up moving forward. Don't say I didn't warn you.))