It's too soon. You head out again.

You looked down at Maya’s petite form resting on your shoulder. She was here, again, practically giving herself to you. Flames of passion soared sky high in your eyes. Your hand on her waist crept up, closer and closer to her breast. It wasn’t until you reached the edges of her underboob that you realized all the little details.

Her entire body was stiff and she was clenching her jaw. Under the blanket, you couldn’t feel it without paying close attention, but she was trembling. You shook your head with a sigh and lowered your hand back to its relatively benign place on her waist. She let out a long shuddering breath of relief and fear.

Fuck, you really didn’t think all this through. Prude-Maya would have no idea how to handle being attracted to her own brother. You and your one-track mind of ‘getting ****’ for all her teasing. Idiot! How could you when you knew you couldn’t bear to hurt her? Thankfully, you had the power to fix this. You broke the awkward silence by muttering, “Bathroom.” Jumping out of the sofa and practically running into the restroom, you decided to make a change. Once inside, you pulled out your phone and typed into the Notes app:

‘As of two months ago, ingesting fresh cum has been discovered as a cure for all birth defects that could occur in an **** baby. Society accepts **** reluctantly, but it is still slightly taboo.’

You couldn’t get rid of all the forbidden undertones. Those were what made it so enticing. When you saved, ripples flew, and from the feel of it, the change was not that big. You took a piss and went back to the sofa. Unfortunately, it seemed like your sister was not going to cuddle again. Maya had stolen the blanket away and moved to the far opposite side of where you usually sat. Her response to your own betrayed expression of losing a spot under the best blanket was to playfully stick her tongue out at you.

Despite feeling vaguely blue-balled, you relaxed upon seeing her treat you normally. That meant she didn’t blame you. She was just taking the blanket as compensation. You sat down and unpaused the show. Maya and you were separated by a distance now, but you knew something had changed. Her running commentary was mostly absent and she was laughing less. She didn’t seem to be paying much attention. To be fair, neither were you. In your panoramic vision, you saw her occasionally peek at you.

The Netflix and Chill session was cut short after only two episodes when Maya said she was going to do some studying. You reluctantly watched her perky tits and ass bounce as she made her way upstairs. She probably only wanted some privacy to sort through the tumultuous thoughts running through her. Patience, you reminded yourself. In the meantime, you would head out and properly satisfy your urges.

It was kind of sad that you had omnipotence-lite since you woke up and all you did so far was jerk yourself off in the shower. Imagination was definitely not your strong suit. Heading upstairs, you grabbed your wallet and told your parents, “I might not be back for dinner, so don’t wait.” Every now and then, your parents liked to eat dinner with everyone on a whim, so you warned them not to have any expectations today.

After you stepped into the garage, you wished that you teleported back to Los Angeles into the same café and for no one to find that strange. On second thought, you should have made that a rule. A few ripples later, you were back at the café and it was much busier. You were standing in the seating area, but there was nowhere to sit. Instead of the early morning crowd, this looked like the late-lunch or get-out-of-work-early crowd. There were plenty of sexy girls around, but just as many less flattering figures. Might as well change that too.

You pulled out your smartphone and added to your list of notes:

‘Whenever I teleport, no one finds my sudden disappearance or appearance out of the ordinary or questions deeper into it.’

‘As of two months ago, humans no longer retain unwanted fat in their bodies.’

The reason you always made your retroactive changes two months back was that you didn't want to fuck with history and find that America didn't exist anymore. That would be awkward. You also didn’t save just yet. To test what the effect of the latter change would be, you needed a baseline measurement. So you leaned against a wall inconspicuously and focused your attention on a white mother and daughter pair standing in line. Both fell into the age range for your nudity clause to take effect.

The mother was a chubby and busty blonde. She wore an unbuttoned white shirt, which looked like it wasn’t designed to be buttoned, and a light brown shelf bra that held up her hefty tits without concealing her nipples in the least. Her pants matched the color of her bra, but had a wide crotch cutout, where you could see a dark brown thong. This undergarment seemed to be entirely unnecessary, however, because it was pushed to the side, exposing her puffy vagina. To your unceasing amusement, you intuited that these outfits with extraneous clothing were seen as relatively modest for women of this age range to wear.

The businesswoman’s daughter was dressed less modestly. She wore a sleeveless cheer uniform that cut off an inch short of covering her pink nipples and a tattered skirt that only occasionally covered her bare slit. Her athletic body gave her a great ass and decent musculature, but she lacked in the chest department. To top it off, her chest-length blonde hair was in twintails and ribbons that she seemed embarrassed about from how she fiddled with it.

With two good reference points selected, you pressed the save button. The ripples blurred your vision and when it was over, you gasped incredulously. Except for the rare few who looked unhealthy in their thinness, everyone around you was smoking hot!

The blonde mother and daughter pair had undergone a massive change. Actually, the businesswoman’s breasts were bigger than her belly before, so she looked good even back then, but now she looked great. Her chub was all gone. She wore the same clothes, but fitted to her shrunken waist, breasts, and ass. The formerly maternal body now looked more like a fit soccermom’s body.

Conversely, her cheerleader daughter had grown far more voluptuous. Her breasts ballooned outward in an instant from A cup to C cup and her ass and thighs went up one or two sizes as well. The rest of her body stayed the same, as did her clothes. From how much more confident she looked, you could tell she was proud of her body.

Curiously, you looked around and saw that boob size had increased in many of the surrounding women. Tables were filled with milkshakes. You looked up on the menu and saw that all the healthy options were abandoned for milk, egg, and almond based products. Fat and protein contents were listed prominently in bold as if they were bragging about how many calories they could squeeze into each item.

You could see the logic. Fat would only stay in parts of the body that people wanted it to so gorging themselves on calories would allow them to increase their dimensions uniformly, while also shedding fat where it wasn’t needed. The cycle would be repeated until they achieved their ideal bodies. Even the rise of heart attacks that you might have expected as a result of these diets would be prevented by people ‘not wanting’ fat buildup in their hearts’ arteries.

Reality bending was cool. Now, you had planned to do more of it with some of these fine female specimens, but messing with normal people’s minds was still a touchy topic for you. And seeing that.. well.. literally everyone had hot bodies, you felt like you didn’t need to do that anymore. You also didn’t feel like hitting up Rhea.

Big boobs and cute pussies crossed your view by the dozens, but you remained in place. Erect and unmoving. Maybe it was a knee jerk reaction to your life feeling directionless up to now, but you wanted to dredge up some meaning in life, outside of your feelings for your sister and family. Yes.. you could feel that this was something necessary to your mental development and happiness. A hobby to engage in outside of gaming or reading!

In general, you weren’t a particularly creative person, but every now and then you had flashes of inspiration. It hit you like a truck. Eureka! A solution to both the conundrums you were facing!

You were going to use your powers to become a crime-fighting vigilante and subjugate the morally bankrupt women you found while doing so to be your sexual relief and underlings! It would be a fun hobby, a way to give back to the world, and give your inner self meaning. Without even noticing it, your shoulders unslouched and a smile spread across your face!