Ignore the rulebook

He looked at her with a smile. When he looked down under the table, he saw Zofee looking into his eyes. With one hand she jerked off his cock and with her other hand she rubbed her own pussy hard. The horny slut was getting horny from that blowjob.

Surprised, Michael looked up at Margrit, who was still sobbing loudly.

"Cry a little quieter, will you? Or do I have to turn you into a baby, because only babies cry that loudly." He suddenly had an idea and wanted to share it with the mother.

"Yes, exactly, then Mira is your mother and can order you around as she wishes."

Mira looked at him in shock, but didn't say anything the whole time. Margrit, meanwhile, stopped crying and lifted her tear-stained head from the table and croaked out something. "Why did you say that? Can't you just leave us alone?"

"First of all, you address me as 'Sir'." He deliberately didn't say the word 'you should' to see how she reacted. "Now try again."

She looked him in the eye for a long moment and then said, her voice still croaky but a little more composed, "What did we do wrong to deserve this, Sir?"

"You should have followed my rules." He scratched his head thoughtfully and then continued. "I wonder why you didn't follow my rules anyway, you've had more than enough time. Well, more than a week after all." He added with a laugh.

He had to take a look at the rule book to see what was wrong.

"Sir, what punishment do you have for us now? I want to go back to school, although I feel very revealing in my current outfit and the looks of the other men make me uncomfortable".

Michael's mouth fell open, what had he heard? Something must have gone very wrong with the rule. Because he thought he had said that the rule "you should" fulfills normality.

What else had changed? He now had to get the rule book out as quickly as possible and fix the rule. He had no desire to end up in prison, or even worse, to receive the **** penalty - because in his state, it still existed. Then it occurred to him, why hadn't he abolished it? He now had the opportunity to do so.

Just as he was about to take his rule book out of his bag, he heard a scream echoing through the restaurant. Everyone turned to look at the person screaming, it was Charity, who was covered in sperm from head to toe. You had to take a closer look before you understood what had happened.

Apparently Charity had bitten the penis of one of the men during a blowjob or deepthroat. The man had then punched Charity in the stomach. Both of them now had faces contorted with pain.

"WHERE IS HE?" Charity shouted across the room.

Michael knew she meant him. Who else could she mean? Her boyfriend? No, he had made her forget him! Or had she really forgotten him? He thought to himself that she couldn't see him and took his rule book out of his pocket in a panic.

All the rules he had set up were disappearing. The rule he had made last week was only half written down. And the part that was still there was barely readable. But before he had a chance to write something new, someone snatched the book out of his hand. Panicked, he wanted to reach for the book, but "Charity, give me the book back!"

"You ass-faced little cunt. You've ruined my whole life! And why? Pah, so you can fulfill your perverted thoughts???!"

"Charity, give me the book back. You don't even know how to use it!"

"Oh no? Well, you got the book from me!"

Michael's mouth fell open.

"Sorry, I didn't know that... If I'd known that earlier, that, then I would have acted differently!"

"Pah, you can so forget about that!"

"Then give me the book back!" Michael jumped towards Charity and threw her to the ground. Her slime was now sticking to all his clothes. But all he cared about was the book. Charity gasped in horror and tried to hold on to the book.

But suddenly Michael was pulled away from Charity and was held down by two strong guys. Meanwhile, Charity was being pulled to her feet by another guy. "What are you doing? Let me go!!" Michael tried to pull himself free, but he was just too weak.

"What's your problem, calm down." Said one of the two guys to Michael.

"She has this… this book, which can change things and she will surely take ****". Michael started to cry.

The man just grunted, but of course he didn't believe Michael. Charity sat down at his place at the table and leafed through the book.

"You used the command 'you should', didn't you?" Charity asked as she read through the entries Michael had left in the book.

Michael just nodded.

Charity thought about it. "Hmm, then you should list all the changes you said".

Once she said that command again the rule seems to be a little bit more readable again.

"I can try but..."

"I don't give a shit now. You're going to tell me exactly what my former life looked like and you should tell me the truth. The whole truth."

Yeah it seems like once someone has written a rule, he then has to use it, because if he doesn’t use it, it fades away and it will become unstable.

The more she uses the rule „You should“, the more it seems to be readable again.

So Michael started telling the story from the beginning. He talked about the rule he had written down and about the student who was now lying at his feet and had deep-throated his penis.

When he talked about her, she opened her mouth wide. The three guys, meanwhile, all looked at each other, let go of Michael and walked towards Charity. Obviously he had told the truth and they wanted to try out the book, but Charity was quicker. She had already suspected something like this.

"The strongest of you should have had a futanari makeover. That means the upper body is female, with huge tits and the lower body is male... Although everything except the penis is female. The penis should have a maximum size like a horse and the strongest of you should fuck his two minions whenever he feels like it or needs to empty himself. In addition, he may only cum in the asses of his minions. By the way, the other two should have had a complete female makeover and worship the Futanari's penis!"

Their bodies immediately began to change. Their tits grew and grew, bigger and bigger. Soon they had overcome any logic of gravity and were just standing out from their bodies. Each of them had two huge melons on their breasts. Their clothes were already torn to the maximum. But now even the penis of the strongest person was growing bigger and bigger. The clothes that were still hanging from his body were now completely torn. The penis grew and grew and never stopped growing. The two scrotums were so big that you couldn't wrap your hand around them. It was a monster penis, the kind you could only imagine in horror movies or animal porn...

Now it was their faces' turn. Their hair became long and blond. Except for the futanari, whose hair turned white. Her makeup burned painfully into the futa's face, which was confirmed with a short scream. The Futa's makeup was very bold. She had applied black eye shadow, traced eyebrows and dark red lipstick, which she would now have to deal with for the rest of her life.

The minions' make-up was less spectacular. It was more natural.

"What else is important to note is that the minions are never allowed to say another word and are only allowed to moan. In addition, the minions are never allowed to put on clothes, as their body temperature adapts to the outside temperature. In addition, the minions are not allowed to eat anything other than the sperm from their futanari and you are only allowed to move when each minion has one hand around the penis of their futa."

"You should better do all that, or your futa mistress will punish you." She said this to ensure that her order would now be followed.

As someone pushed past the table, a pretty woman accidentally touched the futa's penis. The penis immediately protruded candle degrees from her body. "Why am I so horny already!" The futa asked questioningly.

"From now on you should no longer refer to yourselves as men, but as women" she looked at the two shy girls " and Futa" she looked at the Futa with the huge cock" and from now on you should refer yourselves as 'she'" said Charity with a grin. "Did you understand everything?" She added.

A minion had a question and was about to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth. Not a sound. She tried to shout something in panic, but nothing came out. Then suddenly the futa slapped her on the back of the head. But it was so strong that she staggered forward, dazed.

"But I'm allowed to dress?" The futa asked.

"Oh yes, but only in very limited clothing. So clothes that emphasize your figure are only allowed. Anything else? No? Then it's all right. Now go and do what you do best..."

The other minion wanted to raise her hand, but almost immediately lowered it again when Charity assumed that no one had any more questions.

"And please don't do it here. You're welcome to let off steam somewhere else, but not here." She gestured for them to fuck off and so the two minions left the restaurant with their heads down and the futa with her head up. As they left, the two minions almost automatically held the Futa's penis in their hands.

Mira and Margrit had silently followed Charity's reckless behavior and couldn't believe it. Had they come across an even more **** psycho than Michael?

But when Charity turned back to Michael, he had the book in his hand and was waving it proudly in front of Charity. But Charity obviously had no worries about it.

"Go on, try to write something in it". She teased him and even put a pen in his hand.

However, when Michael looked at the book, he couldn't write in it because something was stopping him. He even handed her the book willingly.

Fuck, he thought to himself, he'd messed up. Now that he had seen what she had done to the men, he knew he would go to jail for life, if he survived at all, because there was still the problem with the **** Boss dad.

"Sorry, can we say something about that too?"

Charity raised her head questioningly and looked into the eyes of Mira and Margrit, who had been watching from the other side of the table and hadn't said anything the whole time for fear of coming under fire themselves. But now that the creepy men, uh futa and minions were gone, Mira had plucked up the courage to say something.

"Yeah? Who are you?" Charity asked, again with a nice undertone.

"We'd like to find out more about all the changes Michael has made, to which people and especially to us."

Fuck, Michael thought they'd forgotten.

Charity looked at Michael and he went on without another word.

He talked about the friends he'd turned into whores and the man he'd probably turned into a sissy.

"Do you remember who that was?"

He looked at her and she looked at him. At the sight of her, his cock stiffened, she looked so horny, with all the cum on her face and the makeup that was blurred on her face was breathtakingly good!

She looked at him questioningly and then it hit her what his looks meant.

"Oh, there's those typical male hormones again, throwing you off course. Maybe a different perspective won't give you such perverse ideas"...

And suddenly, where a handsome young man had just been sitting, there sat a hot blonde with porn make-up, porn lips and a porn figure. She was immediately surrounded by lots of men who wanted to grab her.

"Hey men, fuck off! You can fuck her in all her holes later. But until then, she's mine!!! Why did I get you so fucking hot?" Charity said with a sigh.

"OMG did you just...How did you...Haaaaa" Michael cried out in a squeaky high pitched voice.

"Yes, I turned you into a hot porn actress because I want you to think with your head and not your cock. But if you behave, maybe I'll change you back".

But Michael was so enthusiastic about his new "surroundings" and "assesuires" that he couldn't help but massage his tits and rub his cunt. When a soft moan escaped him, Charity rolled her eyes "Hands on the table. I think you need a new name, since you obviously like being a woman and want to stay one"... She thought about it animatedly, while Michael had no other choice and put his still wet hands on the table.

"I'll obey, I promise," he croaked, still getting used to his new voice.

"I got it, how about Tiffanii or Bambii both spelled with a double 'i' at the end" Charity said seriously.

Michael thought she looked hot, but those names were so stereotypical when he heard them, it sent shivers down his spine. But he couldn't tell if it was from lust or fear.

Charity took his silence as consent and continued.

"So now go on, because if you don't tell me in three seconds, I will give you this name and I will make you so horny that you will beg every person you meet to pump your ass full of cum, because your pussy will be off limits from that point on."

Michael actually wanted to be Michael again, but knew that it wouldn't be that easy. Because if he told Charity about her old life, she would probably turn him into her dog or similar. But he had **** but to tell the truth, after all, that was her command.

So he picked up where he left off "I don't know who they were. They had laughed at me and I wanted to get back at them".

"And destroy their lives in the process?" Charity gasped in amazement. But she didn't look at him as she continued to take notes.

"Well, then Magrit came in here with her daughter Mirabelle, screaming loudly."

Mira remembered last week well.

He went on to explain what he had done to Margit and how he had blackmailed her as a result. He also said that he had switched their children's numbers.

Charity laughed out loud at this, which earned her strange looks from table neighbors.

"haha, keep talking. Hahahaha"

He talked about the dress code that her daughters should imitate. And immediately received a painful punch on his shoulder from Mira. "Ouch, why..."

"Shut up and listen, you can deal with your frustration later," Charity reprimanded Mira. Mira drew back, startled, and turned a little red in the face. Oh dear, thought Michael, what was he in for?

Charity was either making notes or writing something in the rule book, he couldn't really see it.

"Go on?"

Michael paused, but continued after a warning look from Charity.

He talked about Thomas and her, how they had kissed and all the things he had said. He told her about the order he had given Thomas and the orders he had given her after he had seen who she was.

The whole time she looked at him in silence and waited until he had finished.

"Who was I?" Charity asked curiously.

He showed her her ID, which he had only taken with him for safety's sake.

She took it and looked at it. She looked at it curiously.

Show me the profile of my former 'boyfriend' Thomas or... ThomasGirl111?" She said the word boyfriend with her hands in quotation marks.

Michael searched for the profile name "ThomasGirl111" on DeviantArt and immediately found what he was looking for. If he'd had a penis now, it would have stood up like a pole. But unfortunately he no longer had one and didn't really feel anything. Maybe a slight warmth in his crotch.

He showed the profile to Charity. She took his cell phone and scrolled through the pictures. "Oh my god, someone really dressed up. I'm proud of my former boyfriend. Back then, he was just a little nobody. I only dated him because I wanted to get back at my father."

"Wait a minute!!!" Michael exclaimed loudly and squeakily. "You knew the whole time?"

"Mhm," she just said as she looked through the pictures of her former boyfriend. "Now he's really come out, did she?! You should have given him a more feminine name. ThomasGirl111 no longer suits him".

"Oops, I said it again," she giggled as she showed Michael his cell phone screen.

Who had he made an enemies with, Michael thought in a panic. "W...why can you remember everything and the others can't?"

"Oh, their memories will come back too. Well I will make them. Only I wrote in the rule book, back when I still had it, that I always remember everything as it was before. But you wrote down some rule that made me forget. For that one week I sucked so many cocks and got fucked in all holes so often every day that I gave up counting. But now I am going to put some stuff right here!"

Mira and Margrit breathed a sigh of relief next to him.

Michael swallowed hard