Ending the night

"Oh fuck yes!" Thomas groaned from behind her, pulling out of Pamela's tight depths before positioning himself and cumming across the Latina's back. She squealed as each spurt of cum landed on her, her body shivering with pleasure induced by her cum-gasm. They moaned in mutual ecstasy, Thomas draining a cup of cum onto the girl's back, painting her white.

When he finished, he fell next to his roommate, sighing deeply. "Fuck that was good." Pamela giggled as she nuzzled closer to him, laying down on his chest, the motion causing his semen to drip down the length of her back, pooling onto the bed between her legs.

The pair was silent for a while, basking in the glow of their mutual sexual release as they enjoyed the moment. Eventually Pamela spoke up, breaking the quietness that has settled in the room.

"Did girls really not used to derive pleasure from sex?" She inquired in a whisper, almost as though she disbelieved the very idea of what she was asking.

**** to continue the lie, Thomas nodded. "Yeah. It wasn't exactly painful, mind you. But girls often said that they found sex to be uncomfortable. For obvious reasons." He pointed towards his cock as though it explained everything.

But Pamela was just more confused, looking at the foundation of her attraction for him with a scowl. "What do you mean?"

He sighed, hiding his growing nervousness as he built upon the lie. He hoped that Pamela wouldn't notice his increased heart rate.

"Okay, so maybe I'm not the best example but look at the thing; it's rather big and intrusive. I'm basically shoving a piston inside your body. And some girls can be quite petite - thrusting a cock that size into a body much smaller than it wasn't the most of comforting experiences. Remember, most things about the human body evolved to be functional, not convenient. Reproduction was just another example."

She nodded, following his explanation. Still, she kept frowning. "But, vaginas are designed to stretch. And we have lots of nerve endings!"

He shrugged. "You body had to change somehow, right? If girls were to have orgasms, their sex had to adapt in order to make that possible."

She was silent for a while, imagining the reality he'd just described. The idea that she wouldn't have felt pleasure while sleeping with a man was entirely alien to her. It went against everything she thought she knew. The memories she'd made as a teenager, exploring her body and learning how to pleasure herself... Had those been fabrications too? Would she had done that growing up if touching herself hadn't been pleasurable?

"This is so weird." She eventually said, looking up at him.

Thomas, looking down at the naked girl who was positively soaked with his drying cum, grinned. Never would this have happened had he not played with the World Processor. "You have no idea."

She however understood him differently. "Oh, that's right! Learning about kissing must have been quite the shock to you!"

He had to **** down his cough, her statement catching him off guard. "Um... yea, it was... quite the surprise."

The Latina girl smiled and reached up to hold his face, bringing her lips to his as she kissed him. She **** his tongue to duel with hers, turning their kiss passionate. They made out for a couple of seconds, the girl eventually pulling back with wet lips.

"Well," she grinned, settling back down on chest, "for someone who just recently learned how to do that, you're quite the natural."

He blushed, hiding the fact he'd just been caught in another lie. "Am I? I don't have any memories of kissing anyone, but I guess when I made the change, my body must have developed a few muscle memories, cause I'm just doing what feels right."

Pamela nodding again, accepting his explanation. The room settled into a comfortable silence once more, the pair both lost in their individual thoughts.

"I'm worried about Kyle." She eventually admitted, her tone growing more concerned. "I'm worried about what he thinks the World Processor has done."

"I agree." he replied, acknowledging that Kyle had gotten close to finding him out. Thomas felt safe, believing that Kyle no longer suspected him of any wrongdoing, but he promised himself he'd be more cautious in the future.

"I mean," the girl continued, "do you remember the stuff he was suggesting? Pussies not normally tasting like fruit; Bianca having potentially erased something from existence; suggesting that girls used to be milked instead of cows?"

He chuckled. "That last one's kind of hot."

"Focus!" She said, playfully slapping him. Inwardly, she winced, knowing he was being honest because of her. She'd have to work on accepting that. "All I'm saying is that we should keep an eye on him. I trust him not to do anything rash, but with the sheer scope of the World Processor's power..." She paused, letting her words wonder off as she shivered.

"Are you going to make a change today?" He asked, curious.

She shook her head. "No, not today. I... I have a lot of thinking to do. Now that I know what was and what could have been... I need to think before I change anything else."

Thomas nodded, accepting her answer. Truth be told, he was also unsure as to what his next change would be. He still wanted a harem, the question was now how to develop one in a realistic manner without drawing suspicion.

Kyle stood before the World Processor, a man divided.

When he'd come up to the attic, it was initially so that he wouldn't have to listen to Thomas and Pamela fuck. He'd already listened to Thomas rutt with Caroline, he didn't need a repeat performance. However, as he replayed the night's events, he became more and more concerned that he had actually headed to the attic because of some ulterior motive.

What did he want? That was simple, he'd wanted to fuck Caroline. And he was upset that his perverted roommate Thomas had done so instead. He tried to tell himself that it was because Thomas had the bigger dick and Caroline had just naturally been more attracted to a man who was packing more but, having talked to her over lunch, he felt that she wasn't the type of girl to jump onto a man's cock just because it was large.

No, if he were to be honest with himself, it was upset because he hadn't considered the possibility that Thomas would be home.

But really, that was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Ever since he'd gotten rid of condoms, he felt like he was fumbling with the World Processor; a foolish young man handling powers he couldn't even hope to comprehend. Even his subsequent changes had been rash - he understood that now.

All four of them had been. While he had a hard time understanding why his roommates had made the changes they did, Kyle himself having believed the subsequent reality was the true unchanged reality all his life, it was clear they had been just as hasty. And of course, not knowing what Bianca had done didn't help. Just how badly had she changed things?

No one had admitted to having changed the world so that men needed permission to cum inside a girl. That was the point Thomas had initially contested, and unless Kyle's memories were wrong, Thomas would have only contested that point if he was convinced it was true. That was the problem though - Kyle's memories were wrong. All of theirs were. They'd jumbled things to the point where none of them could remember the reality they'd started in.

Which begged the question - was Thomas justified in claiming one of the girl's had brought forth that change? Or was he just a poor, sad man hoping to cum inside a girl whenever he pleased?

The only way he could truly know was if Bianca admitted to having done the change. Why she'd do it, it couldn't fathom. After all, he'd grown up believing himself incapable of cumming inside a girl without explicit permission, so he had no way of knowing why someone would want to justify making that kind of change. He had a few ideas, but nothing concrete.

He sighed, glancing at the World Processor. At some point, he'd logged on, not remembering having done so. The prompt blinked idly, almost as though it was begging him to change reality.

0006: _

He ignored it and left the room. If he was to try and fix things, he'd do so after asking Bianca what she'd broken.