You Remember Sam and His Notebook [Aware]

“Well, why don’t you pack up your stuff so you can move in; let your mom know what’s up. There are a few things I want to handle first.” You say with a sweet smile, covering up the new set of thoughts running through your brain. With your post-nut clarity, you remember last night’s event with Sam and your mental state jars into awareness.

Figuring this was all the power of the notebook, you say polite goodbyes to Nicole while you move towards the kitchen and the phone. The pictures of family and friends on your hallway walls have been replaced by photos and pictures of very buxom women; you're proud to say that you only stopped to look for a little bit, before you remember your previous family and realize Sam perverted them too. Nothing appears to have been spared from whatever Sam wrote. You're a little peeved to see that all of the chairs in your kitchen have dildos of various shades of purple and pink fused into them, & that your sink has received a similar treatment to your shower.

You take a deep breath and shake your head, trying to clear the fog of confusion that's been clouding your mind. You pick up the phone, sighing as you notice that it looks like a flesh-light, and dial Sam's number.

The phone rings a few times before a burly voice answers, "Yo, bro! I've been expecting your call."

"Sam," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "What the hell is going on? Why are my family pictures replaced with... with those? Why is everything so... sexy?"

Sam chuckles, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Ah, John. Always so direct. Come on, buddy! I told you last night I had a great idea! This is it! I've made the world into a place where society is built upon fucking and casual sex! It's the future, man! And you're the first to experience it! I mean, think about it. You've got the best of both worlds now. We can fuck whoever we want, whenever you want, and we don't even have to worry about the consequences. It's all about pleasure, baby! And we're the kings of it all!"

I was taken aback, my mind racing with questions. "But... what about the people in the pictures? My family, my friends? What happened to them?"

Sam's voice turned serious for a moment. "They're all part of this society now, John. Listen; only you and I are aware of the changes I made," Sam said, emphasizing the 'I' portion of his statement. "I couldn't make any exceptions. Everyone needs to fit into this new world; just embrace the sex, man. I'm sorry you don't currently appreciate the enhancements and additions that this new society made to your family but it is for the best. You'll appreciate it in good time. Trust me, bro. Now, I know you've got a lot of questions, and I promise I'll answer anything I can. Why don't you come on by and we'll look over my notebook again, and maybe you can experience how these changes have enhanced my family for example?

I'm sure you'll see how great it is," Sam said, his voice taking on a more persuasive tone. "And hey, if you're not convinced, I can always make a few more adjustments to your family photos. I'm sure you'd like to see them in a more... let's say, 'optimized' state."

You felt a chill run down your spine at the thought of Sam tampering with your family's images again, but you also felt a strange curiosity. You knew that you should be horrified by what was happening, but there was something about the way Sam spoke, about the way he described this new world, that made you want to see it for yourself.

You agreed to meet him at his house, and as you hung up the phone, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with dread.