Restlessly

Emma lay in bed, her mind a whirlwind of anxiety and self-loathing. Sleep eluded her no matter what she did, the seconds drawing out agonizingly. Falling asleep and not having to deal with everything she was thinking and feeling for several hours sounded great right now, except for the fact that it wasn't happening.

Her sister's words kept replaying in her head. You want your sister back? Cut that shit out.

Emma groaned, pressing her face into her pillow. She looked over at her clock. 1:12 am. Shit.

She sat up. There was absolutely no way she was falling asleep in this state. She needed to find something to do, or she was going to go crazy from thinking about dinner.

She trudged towards her desk. She wasn't feeling particularly horny right now, but fuck it, it was something that would take her mind off of today's events.

She gently untied the bag attached to her dick. As much as she hated it, she did need it when she slept, otherwise she would wake up soaked in her own fluids in the morning. That is, if she didn't wake up in the middle of the night from her girlcock coating her face and tits in cum.

As she sat down, she noticed her old computer, powered off. Right, Master PC. It kind of amazed her that she had forgotten all about the reality-warping program at her fingertips, but in fairness to her, she had other, more pressing things occupying her mind.

Well, it would certainly provide a substantial distraction, she thought, as she booted up the system. In no time, she had logged in and was browsing through the user manual. One topic immediately caught her attention, related to sleep. It would allow her to stay awake indefinitely without any negative effects, though she could still sleep if she wanted to. She typed:

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$ masterpc

No target selected. Select user? [Y/n]: y

User (Emma Rodgers) selected.

mpc> set bio_req --sleep 0

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The world pulsed.

Not remembering what exactly she had been doing, Emma went back to the manual. She mused that that was certainly happening a lot, though she did have all night to figure out this program.

Judging by the size of the manual, however, that wasn't nearly enough time. Even after going through it for hours, she kept finding entire new sections such as Behavioral Norms, Global Biology, Fetishes . . .

Honestly, she could probably spend weeks, even months, going through this thing. Well, reality is complex, she reasoned. It only made sense that a tool designed to manipulate a complex reality was similarly complex.

She froze when she saw a topic under Behavioral Norms, one that was particularly applicable to her current situation: ****.

Going through the manual, there was a Global Switch, which allowed **** for everyone with varying levels of acceptance, from the current Taboo to Accepted to even Mandatory, where only incestuous relationships were allowed, and any other type was considered as taboo as **** was right now.

The other type were Individual Switches, which were on a per-person basis. They didn't seem to have levels, with the on state equivalent to Accepted in a global context. Though, curiously, the switches had to be enabled on both of the participants, otherwise while one would be accepted for their incestuous tendencies, the other would face consequences for reciprocating. Odd, but it made sense in a strange, roundabout way.

To say that Emma was sorely tempted was an understatement. This would fix all of her problems. Hell, they'd do more than that, they'd bring to life a fantasy which she'd never in a billion years imagine would come true.

But was it right? In the smallest of scopes, she would still need to edit her sister. So far, all of her changes had been to herself, which was fine. She vaguely remembered some global changes as well, one might have been temporary? No, she was probably misremembering.

But this, this was crossing a line. She'd have to find another way. The obvious way would be to remove **** from her own fetishes. Simple, efficient, and boring. While Emma intellectually knew that would be the best choice, she really really didn't want to do that, irrational as it was. She could alter the very fabric of reality! Why couldn't she do it in a way that she wanted?

A light-bulb went off in her head. She could apply the **** switch only to herself! That way, she didn't modify anyone else, but no one would get mad at her or even recognize that anything was wrong with her lusting after her mother and sister. Sure, an actual relationship was off the table, but it did still fix the original problem she had.

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mpc> set norm --**** on

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The world pulsed.

Emma held her breath. Did it work? She had no real way of knowing. She'd have to talk to Sarah and see how her behavior had changed, and while she was tempted to verify that right away, it was still the middle of the night. She'd just have to wait until morning.

Though now that she stopped to think for a minute, why had she been so laser focused on ****? Her sister had only talked about being ogled; she never brought up anything about ****, because why would she? With Emma, it was a non-issue!

She groaned, facepalming hard. This application, she swore it led her down so many twists and turns which she blindly followed; only to remember after going through the entire thing that it wasn't related to what she actually wanted to achieve at all. That was when she even remembered what it was she wanted to achieve. She wondered if this was what ADHD people felt like. Though probably not, considering she didn't know anything about ADHD beyond stereotypes, and she doubted many of them had dealt with a reality-bending program before.

That was when she noticed the pool of precum under her dick. She had been leaking it for a good while now; reading about **** and imagining possibly dating her sister must've gotten her really worked up. She sighed, partially regretting not taking her mother's advice of keeping a bag on it at all times in her room. Maybe Master PC could help with that?

No, she was getting sidetracked again. She had to first fix this ogling thing that her sister was so upset about. She dived through the documentation again, searching for something that would help.

It didn't take her that long to find something. Again under Behavioral Norms, under the subtopic Sexual Norms, there were settings specifically to adjust reactions to, well, everything. There was Gaze, which was what she was looking for, but reactions could be adjust for everything; from groping to sex. If she was reading this right, she could set a switch, and fuck her sister on the dining table while their mother watched, and both of them would react positively to it.

Emma moaned as a large glob of precum **** itself out of her throbbing girldick. It hit the floor and splashed all over her legs and feet.

No. No, she couldn't do that. Sure, while she wasn't directly changing them, it did still change their behavior. Though, wasn't that also the case with Gaze, which was the supposedly "correct" choice?

All she could think about was an image of her sister, her expression a mix of arousal and adoration on her face, as Emma's 20 inch cock split her apart and buried itself into the deepest corners of her womb-

Emma moaned louder as an even bigger stream of precum splattered her legs and the floor. Her massive dick throbbed angrily, as if frustrated at the lack of release.

Before she could convince herself otherwise, she quickly typed:

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mpc> set norm --sexual --gaze --positive

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The world pulsed.

Emma couldn't take it anymore. She turned her attention away from Master PC and towards her gigantic girlcock. After yanking off her top, she grabbed it and shoved it between her tits, putting the head right under her chin level. She leaned in and took a deep breath, shuddering as she did so. Her pussy spasmed, and her cock launched some precum right at her face. She wiped it off with her hand, licking it clean, before sucking on the tip of her cock. She grabbed her breasts and started fucking them in earnest.

This feeling was absolutely divine. As much trouble as her giant dick could be, she loved it, and this was one of the main reasons why. As she pumped, the pleasure radiating throughout her cock caused her eyes to roll up into their sockets. The sensation of her soft, large tits was exquisite. Her only regrets were not being able to finger her sopping wet pussy, and not being able to fully engulf her cockhead; it was simply too big, so she had to settle for sucking on the tip. As her pleasure built and orgasm approached, her cock throbbing wildly in her mouth and between her fat tits, she felt like she was just a girldick, rather than a person. Something that wanted- no, needed- release and didn't care much for how it happened.

Finally, it happened. She came, hard. She quickly flooded the mouth, forcing her head out through the sheer pressure of her ejaculation. She then coated the face, her softball-sized balls pumping overtime to move the massive volume of cum through her entire length. She then coated those tits, those oh so lovely, fuckable tits. Those tits felt so good wrapped around her, pumping up and down her length. They were just made to be fucked, put on this earth for her pleasure.

As she gradually came down from her orgasmic high, Emma realized just what a mess she had made. The top half of her was completely covered! She realized she still had her cum in her mouth, and swallowed the load. God, that tasted good, she thought absently, licking her lips. Her cock was still rock-hard, as it always was, but her arousal seemed to be mostly spent.

With that, she felt done for the day. Sure she didn't need to sleep, but after the relaxed state she was in post-orgasm, it felt right to end the day here. Or it would've been nice to call it there, if not for the fact that she needed a shower and to clean up the pool of her precum from under the desk.

She looked at the terminal, which was still on the Master PC interface. After considering it for a while, she thought better of it, logging off with the promise of finding a better solution tomorrow.

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mpc> exit

$ poweroff

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