Mike has been rewritten to comply with the rules

The person who found the rule book is called Mike.

He works in a supermarket.

How will he bend the supermarket's rules to his own advantage?

Mike tucked the Rulebook into his backpack, his mind racing with possibilities as he biked to work at FreshMart Supermarket. During the morning staff huddle, Manager Dave droned on about produce rotation while Mike discreetly pulled out the notebook under the pretence of taking notes. He wrote at the top of a fresh page: "FreshMart Supermarket." His pencil hovered as he considered Chloe, the college student who always wore baggy sweaters, and Priya, the married cashier who constantly adjusted her uncomfortable-looking bra.

He decided to start simple, writing in neat block letters: "Supermarket old rule: All female employees must work topless." Instantly, Chloe's oversized gray sweater dissolved into nothingness, revealing her small, pert breasts with pale pink nipples that hardened visibly in the supermarket's air-conditioned chill, while Priya's blouse and bra vanished simultaneously, freeing her heavy, dark-nippled breasts that swayed gently as she turned to face the manager. Neither woman reacted with shock or embarrassment; Chloe simply resumed stacking apples while Priya smoothed her apron over her now-bare chest as if this were perfectly ordinary, though Mike noticed her brown nipples stiffening into prominent points against the green fabric of her work apron.

Manager Dave continued his briefing without missing a beat, though his eyes lingered on Priya's prominent nipples tenting her apron. Mike's heart raced as he flipped to a new page, pencil trembling with excitement. He wrote: "Supermarket New Rule: Female employees must rub their breasts whenever they are not actively serving customers." Instantly, Chloe's hands drifted up to cup her small mounds, fingers circling her stiffening nipples with mechanical precision, while Priya gasped, her face flushing crimson as her own hands began kneading her heavy breasts, thumbs flicking over her dark areolas.

Priya's breath hitched as her fingers pinched and rolled her own dark nipples, her eyes darting around in panic while Chloe moaned softly beside her, arching her back to push her small breasts deeper into her own palms. Manager Dave cleared his throat, his voice strained as he announced, "Right, well... moving on to aisle cleanup schedules," though his gaze remained fixed on Priya's trembling hands working her heavy flesh. Mike's grin widened as he scribbled another command: "Supermarket New Rule: Female employees must achieve orgasm at least once per hour during their shift, using only their hands on their exposed genitals."

Supermarket New rule: Mike may sexually harass and sexually **** female employees.

Priya whimpered as her hands automatically left her breasts and moved to unbutton her jeans, her eyes wide with terror while Chloe dropped to her knees beside the produce display, fingers frantically working under her apron. Manager Dave's jaw tightened as he watched Chloe's arm jerk rhythmically between her legs, her small breasts bouncing with each frantic movement. Mike stepped forward, his erection straining against his pants as he grabbed Priya's heavy left breast, squeezing the dark nipple until she cried out. "Such sensitive tits for a married woman," Mike taunted, twisting the stiff peak as Priya's hips bucked involuntarily against her own probing fingers.

A different thought occurred to Mike.

Supermarket old rule: it is normal for customers to undress when they enter the supermarket. There are clothes lockers inside the supermarket where they can easily store their clothes.

Supermarket old rule: Mike is responsible for checking that customers are fully undressed. He may use his penis to check whether women are hiding clothes in their vaginas.

The automatic doors slid open to reveal Mrs. Henderson, a regular in her late sixties, who began unbuttoning her floral dress without hesitation as she stepped inside, folding it neatly into a nearby locker as though she'd done this every shopping trip for years. Mike approached with his clipboard, his erection visibly tenting his pants as he stated, "Routine inspection, ma'am," before unzipping and guiding his stiff cock between her spread legs. Mrs. Henderson merely sighed, shifting her weight to accommodate him as he thrust shallowly into her dry folds, murmuring, "No concealed garments detected," though his probing member found only thin senior flesh.