Slightly more distractions.

As Jack saunters down the sidewalk—his bare feet slapping against sun-warmed pavement, his erection bobbing with every step—he replays Mrs. Addler's bewildered expression when she realized she was naked. The way her new tits had swayed when she bent to pick up those flip-flops... Christ. He adjusts his stride to let his balls swing more prominently, enjoying the weight of them in the morning heat.

"That indifference wish was definitely worth it," Jack muttered to himself, grinning as he turned onto Magnolia Street. The suburban neighborhood was unusually quiet—no lawnmowers, no kids playing, just the occasional chirp of a bird. Perfect. He could feel the asphalt baking his soles, the sweat already beading between his shoulder blades.

Theta materializes beside Jack, her holographic form flickering like static. "The streets are empty because it's 9:37 in the morning, Jack. Everyone's at work or school. Except you." She eyes his swinging erection with detached amusement. "And Mrs. Addler, who is currently attempting to cover herself with a discarded pizza box she found near her porch."

"Well that's boring," Jack said, grinning as he adjusted his stride to let his cock slap against his abs with each step. "I was hoping someone might get a glimpse of her new melons."

Theta sighed, flickering again. "Your priorities remain unchanged."

Jack chuckled, turning a corner onto Elm Street. His bare feet kicked up dust as he walked, the sun baking his skin. Ahead, he sees Vicky’s apartment complex—a squat, brick building with peeling paint and a broken awning. Just 3 blocks separate them, how distracted could he get with only a bus stop and library between them?

Jack approaches the bus stop as the bus pulls away leaving behind a few people in the swirl of dust it kicks up. Among them is Mrs. Peterson—his former high school English teacher—who's fanning herself with a newspaper while waiting for the next bus. She's wearing her usual summer outfit: a loose floral dress that reaches mid-thigh, sandals, and a wide-brimmed hat to shield her fair skin from the sun. Her posture is impeccable, as always, but today she's sweating more than usual under the afternoon heat.

Jack slows his pace, he spent many nights fantasizing about her, but he never expected to run into Mrs. Peterson with actual genie powers at his fingertips.

She spots him, blinks twice—first at his nudity, then at his erection—before her lips purse into that familiar disappointed frown Jack remembered from every failed essay draft. "Mr. Thompson," she sighs, adjusting her sunglasses. "While i understand you may do anything you please, I never thought you'd go full public nudity." She turns her attention back toward her watch, her legs crossing primly.

Jack grins, "So what are you waiting for? Didn't the bus just leave?" Smooth, real smooth. Seems your still not quite adept at holding conversation with fantasies in public.

"If you must know im waiting on the library to open at 10. This just happened to be the only shady spot at this hour. She continues to fan herself with her newspaper as sweat continues to trickle down her cleavage.

Jack looks at the plaque next to the library door, 'Hours 10 to 6'. With the E-HUD open hes given an option to edit the plaque. He makes sure to keep retroactive changes enabled as he changes the hours to read, 'Hours 9-5'. "Mrs Peterson i think they already unlocked the door. You should go inside, i think this heat is getting to you."

Mrs. Peterson rolls her eyes as she stands muttering under her breath as she does. " Definitely the heat and not him."

Jack holds the library door open for her as she enters, a cool breeze drifting out the door. As she passes by he can't help but slap her ass with his cock. She doesn't react besides pushing her dress down as she enters.

The library is predictably empty for this hour on a Monday. Jack follows close behind, his grin widening as he watches her hips sway in that floral dress, the zipper gleams in the sunlight as she passes a window. Too easy, "Theta, how do I set up like a general rule for a place?"

Theta's voice reverberates in his head, "Use the E-HUD to find the location you want, after that it's basically the same interface. Honestly, do you even pay attention?"

Jack blocked out the last half of Theta's comment, already opening the Local library as a location. (The place is ancient, nobody knows the original name apparently not even the E-HUD). Underneath General Rules between speak quietly and respect others he adds "Women in my line of sight will flash me but be unaware they are doing so." He leaves

As he taps confirm, he looks up to see Mrs. Peterson reach back with one hand to lift her dress over her ass. Her other hand continues fanning herself with her paper. Jack almost walks into a bookcase staring at her bouncing peach.

What stopped him from doing so was the unexpected arrival of the Head librarian exiting the office behind the circulation desk. As she entered his sight, she lifts her cardigan over her sagging braless breasts.

The sight was not what he wanted, "Why are you flashing me those?" Jack cant help but yell as he adverts his gaze from the circulation desk.

The head librarian, a statuesque woman with silver streaks through her dark bun, answered dryly. "Its the rules, always has been." She turns her attention to Mrs Peterson, "Looking for something in particular or returning?"

Her assistant, a freckled twenty-something popped her head out from between Philosophy and Fiction, her view partially blocked by shelves. Jack turns his head toward the motion, only able to see her from the neck up, he attempts to get a better look but she ducks down to return to putting books back in their place.

As he turns back to the circulation desk, he's met with the dour look of the librarian. Mrs Peterson seems to have disappeared amongst the shelves. Unfortunately leaving him with a very unappreciated look at older woman's breast.

Jack clears his throat as he blocks his view of her chest with his hand, adjusting himself casually as his raging erection begins to soften. The librarian—mid-40s, severe bun, glasses perched on the tip of her nose—doesn’t blink. Her nametag reads Ms. Kettlebrand.

"So Ms Kettlebrand, how long have you worked here?" Jack asked, as he opened the E-HUD, **** to fix this oversight. Theta can be heard snickering in his head. "Fuck off"

Ms. Kettlebrand sniffed and adjusted her glasses with one finger. "Thirty-two years." Her voice was drier than the library’s climate control. "And in that time, I have never heard such indecent language. Although I suppose in your case Its allowed for some reason."

"Have you always been this dry and boring? I didn't think this could go limp but..." Jack gestured to his now half hard prick with a dramatic sigh. "Congrats. You've cured horny."

Ms. Kettlebrand blinked—once—before removing her glasses with the slow precision of someone disarming a bomb. "And yet you're still standing here." She polished the lenses with the hem of her cardigan, "I presume you need assistance with locating a book?

Jack's patent smirk was gone. The woman's tone and look just weren't doing for him. Today is the day Jack Thompson makes the library more enjoyable. He looks to the E-HUD and stops time, sending the world around him into greyscale as Theta flickered into existence beside him.

"Are you normally this impulsive, or is today special?" Theta mused, materializing with her arms crossed—her holographic form flickering slightly as she studied Jack's frustrated expression.

Jack ignored the jab, tapping his fingers against the E-HUD interface, opening Ms Kettlebrand's profile as he does. "She's killing my cock here. I didn't even think this had a limp setting since you've showed up."

Theta sighed, her holographic form flickering as she scanned the librarian's data. "She's sixty-two, Jack. A widower. She hasn't been touched in eight years—not even a hug from her estranged daughter. She's been working at this library since before you were born. What exactly were you expecting?"

NAME: DORIS KETTLEBRAND

OCCUPATION: HEAD LIBRARIAN (38 YEARS)

TURN-ONS: ORDERLY SYSTEMS, UNEXPECTED VULGARITY, MEN WHO SMOKE PIPES

TURN-OFFS: STICKY BOOK COVERS, CHEWING GUM UNDER TABLES, BEING CALLED "MA'AM"

AGE:62

BREAST SIZE: 34B

"Even her turn-ons are boring. Can I age regress her?" Jack muttered, scrolling through Ms. Kettlebrand's profile.

"Yes but be careful how you do so." Theta sighed like she's about to explain something basic. "If you just revert her age then your timeline will alter to fill the position she used to hold, this can have unforseen results ranging from mundane to ****." Jack is giving her a look of slight confusion, she huffs in response. "If you're looking to make her younger then I recommend changing her appearance to be locked to a certain age. As long as retroactive is checked off all changes will go unquestioned."

Jack grinned, "So you're telling me I could make her 20 years old again and she'd still be a librarian?"

Theta rolled her holographic eyes. "Technically, yes—but try not to make any changes that are too ****. You don't want to know how many paradoxes you've normally made by now."

"I don't know what your talking about but I found the right slider finally, is there one for literally everything?" Jack has been scrolling this whole time. Between Age and Ass size is a slider for Age appearance. "Let's take this from 60 to 22. At least then she'll be better on the eyes, right?"

The change starts immediately as Jack hits confirm.

Ms. Kettlebrand's transformation wasn't gradual—it was instantaneous. One moment, her silver-streaked bun sat primly atop her head, her wire-framed glasses perched on a nose lined with sixty years of frown lines. The next, her hair cascaded in chestnut waves down her back, her skin smooth and glowing with youth. Her sensible cardigan obscuring her suddenly perky breasts.

Jack blinked. "Now thats more like it." His cock already rising back to the occasion. "Her mind is still 62 right?"

Theta nodded. "Yes. Her personality remains unchanged. She has all her memories."

"So she looks hotter but personality of playsand got it." Jack taps his chin for a moment, "I guess she could be more amusing even if she isn't aware why." He bumps her chest size from B to DD, adding a stipulation that her clothes won't adjust, and for extra fun keeping her personal awareness of her new chest size to off.

His finger hovered over the final confirmation when Theta interrupted, "That might not be wise."

Jack scoffed. "Since when do I care about wise?"

"What about legal consequences to others Jack?" Theta's question caught him off guard. Up till now everything had been inside or with him right there. Thinking back to Mrs Addler, nude on her porch, hopefully nobody said anything.

Jack hesitated—not out of morality, but logistics—before dismissing Theta with a wave. "Fine I see your point, he casually switched to his profile and adds, 'Legal consequences regarding nudity/sexual acts are void when either the E-HUD or the user is applied.' "There is that better?" Jack asks mockingly.

Theta blinks—processing—then nods once. "Parameters updated." Her monotone drips with disapproval Jack chooses to ignore as he turns back to Ms. Kettlebrand before tapping confirm all changes.

Ms. Kettlebrand's chest surges forward like twin tsunamis, between her now youthful perkiness and frozen time, they remain eerily still in the air as they swell outward. Thankfully for her the cardigan was spared any damage since it was already lifted over her tits. Unfortunately I don't think it's going to fit back over those tits.

Jack's erection is back to throbbing, "Alright thats much better, let's get this show moving again. " He taps resume and time snaps back into motion.

Ms. Kettlebrand's breasts settle high and round, her nipples stiffening in the A/C breeze. The middle-aged-turned-young librarian gasps—not from awareness of her transformation, but from the sensation of cold air on her newly exposed flesh. She frowns at her clipboard, oblivious to the fact that her tits now jut outward like twin traffic cones. "Did the thermostat get adjusted?"

Jack leans across the circulation desk, resting his forearms on its surface—which puts his dick at perfect eye-level with Ms. Kettlebrand's lowered gaze. She doesn't react. Just keeps scribbling notes with her stubby pencil.

He reaches out to take two full handfuls of Ms. Kettlebrand's suddenly massive tits, squeezing them experimentally—the flesh was firm yet yielding, impossibly soft despite their exaggerated size. The librarian didn't even glance up from her paperwork, merely adjusting her posture slightly as if accommodating a mild draft.

"Do you need help with something sir?" Ms. Kettlebrand asked absently, her pencil still scratching across paperwork as Jack kneaded her newly-enlarged breasts like pizza dough. The contrast between her professional tone and Jack's shameless groping would've been hilarious if it weren't so damn hot.

Jack rubs his foot long dong, "Perhaps you could. I'm just not used to having options like this. Any idea where Mrs Peterson went?" He attempts to focus back on his initial reasoning for this detour.

"Mrs Peterson was looking for a book on religion and literature in the middle ages. I believe she went toward Aisle L." As she turns to point the way for Jack, one hand lifts her skirt to show her boring granny panty clad ass, her other attempts feebly to pull her cardigan over her much larger chest.

Jack chuckled as he watched her struggle, her tits swinging freely as she failed to button her sweater around them. "You know," he mused, "You'd be more comfortable if you just took that off."

She blinked at him, her brow furrowing—not in protest, but genuine confusion. "Take what off?"

Jack grinned. "Everything."

"Young man this establishment has rules of decency," Ms. Kettlebrand huffed, adjusting her glasses with one hand while the other futilely tugged at her cardigan, only managing to just cover her nipples.

Jack leaned across the circulation desk, letting his erection press against the wood. "Yeah? Like what?"

"For starters in the employee handbook directly under dresscode, 'no excessive showing of skin, skirts knee length or longer, short sleeve or long sleeve, no straps or strapless tops.' That's just for the female employees." She recited mechanically while one hand idly scratched at her chest where her sweater bunched uncomfortably. "Male employees must wear—"

"Not important," Jack interrupted, "Do you have a copy here?"

Her brow furrowed deeper. "Yes?" She reaches under the desk and withdraws a thick binder with a thicker layer of dust on its cover. Jack watched with amusement as her breasts wobbled from the movement. He takes the binder and flips to the mentioned sectioned for Employee Dresscode.

Jack grinned, and changed the text with the E-HUD to read, 'Showing of skin is encouraged, skirts mid-thigh or shorter, weather friendly revealing tops, bras not allowed, erotic underwear or commando required.' As he taps save edit, he watches Ms. Kettlebrand's outfit reshape instantly. Her skirt pulls up, the hem stopping a few inches below her now pert ass—the panties beneath dissolve into a sheer black thong that rides high on her hips, the fabric barely concealing the thin strip of gray curls between her legs. Her cardigan vanishes completely, replaced by a stretchy tubetop that barely contains her bouncing breasts. She didn't even blink.

Jack exhaled sharply—this was better. Much better. He could see her nipples pressing against the thin fabric, hard enough to cut glass. If he didn't find Mrs Peterson soon this librarian might have to do.

Theta's voice hummed in his ear. "Jack, you're drifting."

Jack shakes his head to clear his thoughts, "Right I'll be back to check in with you Doris. I've got errands to run." He states as he heads for aisle L, his cock leading the way. The librarian merely nods mechanically, reaching for the discarded handbook. "Kids can do anything but put something back where it belongs." She mutters, unaware of how her new tube-top rides up with each movement—exposing the underside of her breasts.

Jack was looking for Mrs Peterson in the history section, he looked up each aisle on his way to L in case she had moved. Instead what he found on aisle H made him freeze in his tracks. The librarian's assistant was on all fours putting books on the bottom shelf.

Her plain brown skirt had ridden up revealing a surprise, crotchless panties tight over her plump ass. She pushed more books onto the shelf with her knee which made her ass wobble enticingly. The motion made her panty straps dig into her ass as her pussy lips visibly parted before him. Her ginger hair was in a ponytail where it frizzed around her ears in wild curls.

Jack's dick leads the way, unable to pass up such an invitation. As he approaches he notices her top is just as revealing—the blouse's plunging neckline barely contains her soft, pale tits, the pink nipples peeking out whenever she stretches forward to shelve another book.

Her muttered commentary fills the quiet aisle: "Why do patrons insist on shelving biographies with cookbooks?" She sighs, unaware of Jack's erection lining up behind her. The moment his cockhead grazes her exposed folds, she stiffens—not in protest, but academic irritation. "Sir, the reference desk is for questions."

Jack doesn't answer. He drives forward in one fluid motion, her body yielding like warm wax. Her elastic pussy sucks him deeper with each inch, the wet squelch drowning out her startled gasp.

"Jesus—" The assistant librarian chokes, "warn a woman before you jab something that size in her!" Her fingers scramble against the floor finding no grip on the smooth tiles—only managing to fall forward on her chest. The movement pulls her off the shoulder top below her breasts. She pants, her hair falling over her face, "I'm trying to focus—" Jack grabs her hips, pulling her back onto his cock with a wet slap, "and you're—ah!—you're distracting me!"

"I'd be impressed if you weren't distracted by twelve inches splitting you open," Jack grunted, watching the assistant librarian's knees slide across the polished floor as he railed her across the aisle. Her top slips fully off her other shoulder, breasts swinging wildly with each thrust. He could feel her walls fluttering around him—already way too close for someone who'd been protesting five seconds ago.

Theta's voice cut through the wet slaps of flesh. "Jack, your—"

"Not now," Jack growled, driving deeper into the quivering librarian. Her knees squeaked against linoleum as he pounded her to the end of the aisle, she reaches forward to brace herself against the wall. He reaches under her to grip her bouncing tits, his arms rubbing against her side as he continued he's relentless rhythm.

Theta's voice buzzed in his skull again, insistent. "Jack, Mrs. Peterson just—"

The assistant librarian's back arched violently as Jack's hands found her nipples, pinching hard. Her moan drowned out whatever Theta was saying. Her thighs trembled as she came, her pussy clamping down rhythmically around Jack's cock as he feels his own orgasm approach.

Jack grinned as he watched her shudder, he bottoms out as his orgasm hits, his fingers still twisting her nipples. The elasticity allowing him to stretch them at least a further 2 inches as his cum fills her tight hole. The assistant librarian groans loudly as she collapses forward onto the cold library floor, her face resting against the hardwood as Jack pulls out, a thick strand of cum still connecting them before snapping and splattering against her thigh. He turns towards Theta who is standing in the corner with her arms crossed, clearly unamused by his latest conquest.

Theta clears her throat loudly, "Are you done now? Honestly are all humans this impulsive? You do realize Mrs Peterson left precisely 7 minutes ago while you were busy corrupting the assistant librarian." She taps her foot impatiently, her foot actually passes through the floor, reminding Jack that she isn't actually physically present.

Jack stretches languidly, scratching his balls while surveying the wreckage of his latest conquest—the assistant librarian lay spread-eagled on the floor, her sensible skirt bunched around her waist, glasses askew, and cum slowly leaking from her thoroughly stretched cunt. "Yeah yeah, I heard you the first dozen times. But look at her—totally worth it." He gestures grandly at the wrecked woman who's currently trying to get her now stretched top back into a decent position.

She gives up, leaving it hanging off her elbows, her chest heaving with each ragged breath—her nipples still stiff from Jack's earlier attention. The air smells like sweat, sex, and old paperbacks. Jack steps over her prone form, his bare feet making sticky sounds against the hardwood floor as he moves toward the stacks where Theta hovers impatiently.

"Look I was pent up but I feel better at least. So, where'd Mrs. Peterson go?" Jack asked, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn, his still-hard cock bobbing with the motion.

"The opposite direction of Vicky's apartment building," Theta sighed, flickering with irritation. "But at least you're coherent now. She took the shortcut through Memorial Park—probably halfway to her book club already."

"Worth it, I'll run into her later I suppose." Jack smirked, stretching his arms lazily, his still hard cock twitching in the air as he heads for the circulation desk. Behind him the assistant returned to shelving books mechanically, her ruined blouse gaping open, her skirt still hiked up around her waist, and her thighs glistening wetly as she walked—utterly oblivious to her own debauched state.

As he passes the circulation desk he can't help but glance over at Doris, at his gaze she flips her tubetop down exposing her oversized breasts, nipples stiff. She doesn't react beyond a sigh, "I trust you didn't damage the books?"

Jack grabs one of her nipples, pinching it hard enough to make her wince—yet she continues stamping due dates without missing a beat. "They're fine," he says, releasing her with a smirk. "Though your help might be a bit worse for wear."

Doris nods absently, "she's a strong woman, I'm sure she'll be fine." Her hands continue stamping books mechanically while her enormous breasts sway hypnotically with each motion. Jack can't help but stare for a moment—the librarian's complete detachment somehow making her even hotter.

No, no more distractions need to find Vicky. Jack turns abruptly for the door, his cock bobbing before him like a divining rod pointing toward depravity. The summer air hits his skin the moment he pushes through the library doors—thick with the scent of cut grass and impending bad decisions.

He makes his way toward her 3 story apartment building, ignoring stares—some amused, some shocked—from passersby. His bare feet slap against sun-warmed pavement as he approaches the building. Before reaching the door he glances at his arm for the address.

The address is highly smudged, probably from his impromptu library rut. "Well that's less than stellar." Jack mutters to himself, realizing the apartment number is now just a dark smudge. The floor number is just a curve top so floor 2 or 3? Apartment is nothing more than a straight up and down line in place of a letter. "I guess I could just work my way through each option?"

"Unimpressive." Theta remarks flatly, her voice dripping with mechanical disdain as Jack scratches at the smudged eyeliner on his forearm. "Statistical probability suggests you will select the correct apartment in under six attempts. However"—her holographic form flickers beside him—"given your track record with distractions, approximate time is between 15 minutes and 3 hours."

"Wow, why such a variance?" Jack muttered, rubbing his forearm where Mrs. Addler's smeared address now looked more like abstract art than directions. The summer heat made the eyeliner tacky against his skin.

Theta's hologram flickered again, her digital eyes rolling with palpable exasperation. "Because you have a tendency to spend more time than is required on what you would call a side quest. Except your side quest sprouts several more." She paused, her form glitching momentarily as if sighing internally. "Six attempts is the mathematical minimum. Twenty-four is the upper limit if you encounter someone particularly bendy on the second floor."

Jack grinned, already imagining the possibilities—some bored housewife answering the door in nothing but a thin robe, a college girl mid-shower with steam still clinging to her curves, maybe even Vicky herself, scowling at him through the peephole before—

Nope, not getting distracted quite yet. Jack reached for the front door of the apartment lobby, ignoring Theta's muttered, "That's a first." The cool blast of air conditioning hit his bare skin as he steps inside letting the door close behind him with a soft click. The empty lobby smells faintly of lemon cleaner and old carpet.

To his right is a row of mailboxes, on his left a small office for building maintenance and management. Straight ahead a small elevator with a stairwell beside it. "Let's see how long this actually takes." Jack muses as he strides into the lobby.