Hanna helps the gays

Hanna woke Sunday morning to find her face buried between Dumb Slut's tits. She pushed the other woman away and slowly sat up. She blinked a few times, orienting herself. She slowly yawned and got up to go to the bathroom. When she returned she noticed Dumb Slut was awake. She waved and opened her mouth to say good morning, but stopped when she realized she no longer could. She'd forgotten she'd made it a rule that women couldn't talk to each other inside the building. Instead she just smiled. It was a good rule. Dumb Slut spoke way too much after all.

Hanna walked over to her charger and checked her phone, then she frowned. She'd been assigned a job. She'd been somewhat looking forward to her first two day weekend if forever, but whatever. It was a quick one at least. She went to the closet and put on her uniform, then headed out without another word.

She reached the apartment and knocked. It opened immediately to a very frustrated looking young man, "Oh thank God. Come in."

Hanna followed him in and he shut the door and immediately dropped his pants revealing a raging erection, "It's been like this for an hour. Hurry up and blow me."

Ah, Hanna thought, he must have caught Persistent Endocrine Network Instability Syndrome. Poor guy. She immediately got on her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

"Fuck, hurry up you dumb slut." He said harshly.

Hanna dutifully bobbed up and down, but she was a little put off by his comments. Dumb? She wasn't dumb. Well...considering everything she'd done, she could see where one could make that argument, but still.

The man really was pent up, and so it only took a minute for him to absolutely flood Hanna's mouth. Judging by the volume of semen alone it was definitely PENIS, she couldn't swallow fast enough and it dribbled down her chin. Unfortunately she found him rather attractive, so it tasted disgusting.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stared at it as it slowly deflated, "Oh thank God. I guess women are good for something after all."

"My pleasure Sir," Hanna said, "Can I do anything else for you? Maybe you'd like to fuck me?"

He rolled his eyes, "Ya, I'd bet you'd love that. Stupid slut, only caring about your own orgasm. Just get the fuck out."

"Yes sir." Hanna said, slightly disappointed. She got up and hurried out of the apartment. She checked her phone again, and frowned. Another job? She was getting hungry. Unfortunately she couldn't refuse so she headed to the elevator and onto the next apartment.

When she knocked this time she had to wait a minute before it opened and was surprised to see a woman her own age staring back at her. The woman beckoned her inside. Hanna followed her to one of the bedrooms. The woman knocked and then opened it without waiting for a response.

Inside was a fat old man lying in bed reading a book. He set the book down and looked at the two women slowly. Then he grinned, "Well she's a pretty thing, isn't she Miranda?"

The woman nodded, "Yes, I think she's beautiful."

"I'm glad you spent so, you spent enough money to get me to summon her here after all. Alright then, the task you accepted this morning was oral service, but the client isn't me. It's her. Miranda was cleaning my home the other day and lamented that female residents couldn't use the service. Since I'm such a nice guy I let her pay me to pick in a request on her behalf. Miranda's apparently one of those freaks who can orgasm through clitoral stimulation, so you're to perform until she comes. Oh, and just in case some man said otherwise, Miranda you may cum. And I suppose you two have permission to talk to each other."

Miranda bowed her head, "Thank you Sir," Then she turned to Hanna, "Come with me."

Hanna was a little confused, but she followed the woman to a spare bedroom. The woman looked Hanna up and down, "You really are gorgeous..." She suddenly reached out and cupped Hanna's boobs, "I wish I had nice boobs like these...oh..." She snatched her hands back, "Sorry. That wasn't part of the deal, was it? I hate when the guys cop a feel as I'm cleaning, but I've never taken a sexual task before...."

Hanna smiled, "I don't mind. So you're a lesbian are you? Must be difficult. So many women but you still need a man to intervene."

Miranda nodded sadly, "Yes. I'm single right now but I've had times with ex girlfriends when we've gone weeks without cumming because these assholes refuse to give us permission."

Hanna knew her rule had screwed over lesbians...and she was perfectly fine with that. She smirked, "Your boobs look good too. Trust me, there's a lot of problems with big boobs. Clothing stores. The bank. Trust me, you'd never be able to pay that guy for me if you had big tits."

"Yeah...you're probably right. Anyway it's a little awkward but...um...are you ok with this?" Miranda asked.

Hanna was of course. She wasn't a lesbian, but being told by a man to eat out a woman was pretty hot. Rather than answer Miranda with words, she pushed her back onto the bed and reached under her skirt to pull down her panties. Miranda gasped, but said nothing as Hanna climbed onto the bed too and lowered her face down to Miranda's crotch.

Hanna was a little surprised by the taste of her. Maybe it was just comparing how disgusting the cum from the man earlier was, but it was actually rather good. It gave her an idea about a rule for the taste of pussies, but she'd get to that after. Right now she wanted to focus on getting Miranda off. Miranda was very responsive to Hanna's tongue, she was a really lucky girl indeed. Only 1 in 5 women could come like this, but Miranda made it seem easy. It took less than a minute for her to cum, but Hanna decided the poor thing deserved another so she pinned her down and kept going until her tongue started to ache.

Hanna sat back on her heels and winked at Miranda. Miranda had a satisfied look on her face, and seemed too exhausted to move. That was fine with Hanna, she wanted to go see that old man alone anyway.

Hanna got up and went to see him, he looked surprised as he set down his book, "If you are looking for another client, I'm afraid to inform you that I am quite gay."

That surprised Hanna. She'd thought about lesbians being affected by her rules, but gay men? Should she just make all men straight? No, that was a little too extreme. She smiled at him, "No. I just wanted to have a little chat," She said politely, "Sir, what do you think about the rule that women can't cum if I man tells them not to."

"A tad inconvenient, especially for lesbians like Miranda." He admitted.

Hanna smiled. Yes. This was her chance to fix things, "Do you think women should be able to control their own orgasms?"

The man thought for a moment, then shook her head, "No. Women are lesser creatures after all, we can't have them succumbing to their base instincts, especially not with the current demographic swing."

Crap, Hanna thought, he has PENIS.

"Ah yes, of course. But it must get annoying, random women asking men for permission to cum? Instead of any man being able to tell a woman not to cum, what if it was only her boyfriend or husband?" Hanna suggested.

"And what about single women? Or lesbians like Miranda? No orgasms ever?" The man mused. Actually Hanna had hoped to edit the rule to ignore those groups entirely, but that wouldn't work now, "I see merit to that, but that's a different problem, getting too pent up, isn't it?"

"Yes, you're quite right Sir," Hanna said, "Ok, what if instead of any man, it was only the last man to touch her sexually that could allow or restrict orgasms? Lesbians could just let a man grope them, but they probably won't go around asking random strangers."

The man nodded, "I could get behind that. Although I think the default should be they can't orgasm, and a man has to grope them, or more, to give permission. But what's the point of this conversation? It's not like our discussion can change the rules."

Hanna's eyes sparkled, "What if it could? What if you could rewrite the rules of the universe? What would you change?"

The man barked out a laugh, "Well...I'd make myself young and hot again...it used to be easy to pick up guys. Even as I aged and got fat my money at least attracted young men. But there are no more young desperate men out there. Just other old farts like me."

Hanna nodded. She had created quite a bit of competition for the available men. It must be even worse for gay men. Again the idea of erasing gay men altogether crossed her mind, but she managed to restrain the worst of her impulses for now.

"What if it were easier to stay in shape? And what if you just knew who else was gay?" Hanna suggested.

"I suppose that would help...although I pretty much already do know. We aren't that subtle you know." He winked at her.

"If that could really happen, what would you say about re-writing the female orgasm rule to my suggestion?" Hanna asked.

"Well, sure, but if women are going to be asking guys to grope them, well, I just hope nobody gets sued!" He laughed, "Not that it could really change. Rules are rules after all."

Hanna laughed. That was true...for everyone else except her. First she added some rules to help the old guy out.

New Rule: Male bodies are extremely proficient at building muscle and poor at storing fat. Most men cannot sustain body fat percentage greater than 20 without extreme overeating. Even most exercise and weightlifting can easily build strength in men.

And she decided to give women a similar, but still quite different, boon.

New Rule: Women are expected to stay within a normal BMI range. Women with BMI's above 25 must keep themselves to a modest caloric deficit of 300-500 calories. Women with BMIs below 18 must consume a modest caloric surplus of 300-500 calories. All women instinctively know how to manage their calorie intake.

Hanna smiled to herself. No more fatties. People should be thanking her, she was making the world a better place. She'd made them both new rules, mostly because she thought it would be fun to see the transformations around her in real time. And now for her second promise to him.

Old Rule: Gay men instinctively know when other men are gay.

With her promise kept, she edited the female orgasm rule as they had discussed.

Old Rule: Women are unable to orgasm unless they have the permission of the last man to touch them sexually.

And then for good measure she took his sexually harassment claim to heart.

New Rule: It is legal everywhere to touch a woman's chest without her consent.

She put the book away and looked up at him, "Really Sir, isn't there something else I could do for you? You may not find me attractive, but my blowjob skills are quite good."

He shook his head, "I'm quite sure. Why don't you go check on Miranda before you go? Is she alright?"

"Just tired, but yes, thank you Sir." Hanna bowed her head and went to see Miranda.

She wasn't in the bedroom, but Hanna found her fixing her clothes in the mirror in the bathroom. As she watched her from behind, Hanna had some more ideas.

New Rule: Women are expected to kiss other women on the lips when greeting them or saying goodbye.

The Dominion Residences

New Rule: Female residents can make service requests on the condo app by spending their own credits after paying their monthly quota.

Hanna knocked on the door, startling Miranda. Hanna smiled, "Hey, feeling ok?"

Miranda nodded.

"Just so you know, the board changed the rules. You can make your own requests now, just need to pay in credits."

"Really? That's amazing!" Miranda said.

Hanna stepped closer, "Yeah, so maybe I'll see you again?" She kissed her on the lips. She still wasn't gay, but it was just so fun knowing she was being compelled to do so, "See you!"

Hanna walked away and left the apartment. She checked her phone, finally she had no more tasks assigned. She went back to her condo to find Dumb Slut attempting to cook breakfast. Attempting being the operative word.

Hanna was no expert...but she was pretty sure omelets weren't supposed to catch fire.

Hanna tried to scream at her, but her own rules prevented her. Instead she ran to the pantry where she kept a fire extinguisher, grabbed it, and ran over. Dumb Slut still didn't look very concerned, but did make way to allow Hanna to put out the fire.

Afterwards she glared at her new roommate, hands on hips. A second later Dumb Slut dove forward, pressing her chest against Hanna's and started to make out with her.

Hanna gasped, but had to let it happen. After a few seconds thought she felt the compulsion fade and pushed Dumb Slut away. Hanna just sighed and walked away. She was going out for breakfast. She went through the clothes Master had bought her. All quite slutty of course. She finished dressing and headed out, shooting a text off to Master asking for permission to buy breakfast.

She was surprised that Dumb Slut didn't try following her out, but was grateful for it. She didn't want to bother dealing with her now. She was walking down the street towards one of her favourite breakfast joints when she passed a bus stop. The bus was pulling up so Hanna paused to watch. Sure enough it had a topless female driver and as each woman stepped on board she took off her shirt. Hanna grinned at the sight, then kept going.

Her phone buzzed and she checked it, then frowned. Master approved dinner, but had made an appointment for her hair. She'd forgotten about that deal. Crap. She checked the distance to the salon. She didn't have time to go for a nice sit down breakfast anymore. Instead she changed directions and went to Starbucks. As she waited in line, she decided it would be fun to add a new rule here too.

Old Rule: Starbucks uniform consists of a green apron and nothing else. To help customers get a better view of their barista they use mostly glass when designing the interior of the stores to prevent solid surfaces from blocking their view.

Instantly the uniforms disappeared, and the countertop shifted to glass. Hanna smiled appreciatively seeing their cute asses on display, but the other customers didn't react. It was normal for them after all.

Hanna got her breakfast and then headed to the appointment. She made it just in time. Hanna kissed the hairdresser in greeting then asked, "So...is it a dye job?"

"You got it," She said, "Have a seat."

Hanna couldn't resist. She sat down and waited to see what would happen.