She Accidentally Makes Pussies Taste Like Fruit

Admittedly, Bianca should have just gone with her original idea. In her anger towards Nick, she initially typed “All guys love the taste of pussy” and leaned back to survey her work.

However, instead of pressing enter immediately, she decided to close her eyes and attempted to picture the reality she was going to change the world into. Despite her anger, an image asserted itself into her mind, sending the day’s argument to the backs of her consciousness.

She fantasied about going over to her boyfriend's, cuddling up with him in bed, making out, their tongues dancing together. Eventually, he’d start kissing his way down her body, exposing her breasts and giving them a tender lick. By the time he’d reach the button keeping her shorts together, she’d already be nice and wet, ready for his tongue.

She quietly moaned in the attic, the air suddenly turning five degrees warmer. A flush crept through her body as she continued her fantasy.

Maybe Nick would whisper something into her ears, mumbling “I can’t wait to taste you”, while his hands worked at her shorts. He’d throw them across the room and move his hands to her panties, teasing her through them and consequently ruining that pair for the night. Her moans would turn into squeals as she’d beg him to eat her, imagining his face between her legs.

He’d give her that smirk that weakens her knees, he’d kiss his way down her body, he’d move her panties to the side and slowly move his tongue towards her opening while her hands grabbed his hair, pulling him to her gently, and…

“Mmmh” she moaned, eyes still closed. That was a fantasy she could get used too.

Glancing back at the machine, she wondered out loud: “Why stop there?”

She then changed her original sentence to “All guys can’t get enough of the taste of pussy” and briefly considered the possibilities: Nick never wanting to stop eating her out? It made her grin.

Quickly thinking to one of her gay friends, she didn’t want to make it so that only guys loved the taste of a girl’s arousal; even lesbian couples should get into the fun. With that thought, her change became “Everyone can’t get enough of the taste of pussy.”

But that made it seem like you’d get addicted off the taste, so then it was changed to “Everyone thinks that pussy tastes amazing”.

Then she frowned, realizing that she might be writing it wrong. She was changing the world, after all, and the world worked on concrete facts. With that in mind, she erased her sentence and wrote “Everyone enjoys eating a girl’s pussy because it tastes amazing”.

Now Bianca was thoroughly drunk on the power that this machine possessed and let her mind wonder far and wide. She thought of that very common notion about people thinking that any exotic meats tasted like chicken. A silly idea popped into her mind, and she grinned as she typed:

0000: Everyone enjoys eating a girl’s pussy because it tastes like fruit.

That got a laugh out of the young co-ed. She wasn’t even angry at her boyfriend anymore; the idea of having him between her legs, saying she tasted like apples, sent her into a fit of giggles. Speaking of fruit, why restrict it to one?

0000: Everyone enjoys eating a girl’s pussy because it tastes like fruit; the specific fruit changing based on the girl’s diet.

At this point, Bianca couldn’t stop laughing, the power having gone to her head. In theory, she could change the world into literally anything. The possibilities were limitless and endless. She could even…

She sobered her up instantly; the reality of the situation hitting her. If she wanted, she could really fuck things up. She could make a change that was so astronomical in nature that it ruined the planet. For a brief moment, Bianca got scared of the World Processor.

That didn’t mean she didn’t intent on using it.

Looking back at what was written, she smirked one final time. “Maybe I should just keep it simple.” And she made to erase her change.

She accidentally hit the enter key.

And there was a flash.