Pamela comforts Bianca with her mouth while Thomas changes society again

Pamela tentatively headed back down the stairs, her bare breasts heaving as she took deep breaths to calm herself before she approached Bianca’s door. The sounds of her friend sobbing had died down now but she could tell from the light under door that she was still awake, and, as she got very close, could still make out the faintest little whimpers from her friend behind the door.

Pamela knocked nervously, waiting for an answer that didn’t come, “B?” she asked timidly.

Bianca didn’t answer her, and Pamela’s heart hurt even more. “I’m coming in B…” she said and then opened the door. The sight of her friend made her heart shatter, Bianca was lying face down on her bed, above her sheets, her panties twisted and Thomas’ name practically glowing on her ass from her sex-mark. The girl’s face was streaked with dried tears and she was trembling in remorse, clutching a pillow to her naked chest. Her hair was a mess and seemed to have stuck to her bare tits where she'd cried onto them.

“Oh honey…” Pamela whimpered soothingly, approaching the side of the bed and climbing up to her, laying alongside her friend and wrapping their naked bodies together. “Shhh shh shhh…” she tried quietly, as Bianca sobbed a little more.

“It’s all my fault-” Bianca started only for Pamela to silence her with a passionate kiss. The two girls lay there for a while, just making out and tasting each other’s fruits for a while, it was nice for both of them to have some of their normal comforting friendship to fall back to, considering everything that had happened in the last week.

Pamela managed to encourage Bianca to slip out of her panties and their legs entwined lovingly, their naked bodies gently sliding over the sheets as they kissed and held each other. The Latina made no effort to disguise her hand sliding between her legs as she masturbated laying right next to Bianca.

The caucasian girl whimpered when she realised what Pamela was doing but couldn’t bring herself to say anything. The guilt she was feeling for everything she’d done, knowing Pamela was masturbating so lewdly and openly because of her mistake and all the other things she’d messed up, only grew at the sound of Pamela’s slick fingers dancing over her wet pussy.

“I fucked Thomas… Nick doesn’t want me… You're masturbating... I’m a cheating slut…” Bianca mewled quietly as Pamela broke off the kiss and started stroking her hair with her free hand. Pamela seemed to only focus on the last thing her friend had said,

“You are…” she started, making Bianca’s shame grow in strange satisfaction, her change had worked at least and she was getting exactly what she wanted, what she thought she deserved. It was almost cathartic for her to hear Pamela say that about her, even as the tears came back. “You are a cheating slut, Cheating-slut Bianca Wilson… but you shouldn’t feel guilty for being who you are… it’s just a title anyway honey...”

“I fucked everything up…” Bianca mewled guiltily.

“No, you didn’t… and… you know we can fix it sweetie… please, let Thomas help you… we can make it all go away... all the hurt… all the guilt…” Pamela started as Bianca’s eyes filled with tears again. Both of them knew exactly what Pamela was talking about, if Bianca let Thomas cum inside her pussy and give her an orgasm, even with the risks, she'd not feel like this anymore...

“I can’t… I deserve this… I deserve the heartache…” The girl replied, her heart pounding as thoughts of seeing Lisa’s orgasm returned to her. It had looked so powerful, so primal… so GOOD… she’d never thought much about having an orgasm before but now, knowing what an orgasm could do to her brain, to her heart… could she risk it? It felt like she'd be cheating somehow, like she'd been given a magic wand to get rid of all the pain... but then she was good at cheating wasn't she...

“You don’t…” Pamela reassured her quietly, stroking at her hip meekly as she tried to coax Bianca out of her pitiful state. The girl clearly hated herself and needed a push to be convinced; if she could just get her to want to forgive herself then one orgasm would be all it would take…

Thomas had spent his day working odd-jobs in the houses of some of their neighbours. Most of his clients were women in their ‘Golden years’, fantastically hot blondes with incredible bodies and gorgeous looks, just like all women. Sometimes they’d answer the door in pairs, sometimes in threes… he most enjoyed visiting the home of Mr Lewyn down the street, who had 6 smoking hot wives all obsessed with the older guys 8 inch cock. He’d enjoyed watching the girls eating each other’s fruits in friendship.

Thomas spent most of his days with erections, and would slink away to a bathroom more often than not to masturbate and taste his own watermelon flavoured cum. He laughed to himself realising he had no need to even lock the door; women weren’t ever going to enter a bathroom ever again.

He remembered how frustrating it had been for him before they’d discovered the world processor, visiting the homes of these women and having them answer the door to him dressed, their tight fit bodies hidden under layers of clothing even as they’d teased him by masturbating right in front of him… but not anymore. No wonder everyone thought he was a pervert, it had been so hard for him until he’d made his cock so irresistible, with everyone having sex so casually in front of him, women masturbating… he got a thrill every time one of them opened the door to him, their great tits bouncing in joy as they welcomed him into their homes to help them with their problems.

Of course he fantasised about fucking all of the women he visited, but knew it would probably create more problems down the road, now that his name would appear on their asses it would be obvious to their husbands exactly who to come after, and Thomas decided he didn’t need that aggravation.

After what felt like an eternity, his last job of the day was finally completed and he headed out to a bar for a little while. He considered heading home immediately, but part of him wanted to see how Pamela would cope with him not being home and he knew he wanted to give Bianca a chance to go stir crazy too, plus, he realised, there was a risk Nick would’ve seen his name on Bianca’s ass and would be coming after him… he didn’t need that sort of aggravation right now.

The memories of what Bianca had done to him the night before were fresh in his mind, his gorgeous housemate was effectively addicted to his dick and that just made him want to fuck her even more. He knew she was still with Nick, but Thomas smirked in testosterone filled pride that it was HIS name on her ass now, not Nicks. He didn’t care if the other guy saw it, if anything Thomas realised he actually wanted Nick to see it, he wanted Bianca to be his like Pamela was… Her name was a good sign that she would turn to him; knowing she was a ‘cheating slut’… he just had to be patient, as hard as that was. And if that meant being cautious for a night, making sure to stay away from both her and anywhere that Nick might find him, it was worth it for him.

He wanted both girls stir crazy with lust for him, by being absent he figured he could push them both into the heights of frustration and need for his cock; praying as he was that when he got back Pamela would pounce him like the little slut-bunny her name implied that she was.

So he stayed in the bar, admiring the sights of the gorgeous girls drinking around him, watching them with glee as they excused themselves outside to go to the version of the ‘bathroom’ he’d created for them. A couple in the booth next to his table started fucking towards the end of the night and he watched them with unhidden lust even as the girl gave him a look of disgust. But he was confident in the size of his dick now to know if he’d wanted to he could turn her opinion about him around in an instant. He resisted the urge, but just the knowledge that he could was enough for him.

Thomas didn’t leave until closing, gone midnight, though it was a struggle for him to resist going home that long. When he got back to the house he opened the door and was immediately disappointed not to see Pamela or Bianca, naked and waiting for him like he’d fantasised. It was only when he heard the moaning coming from Bianca’s room that he realised the two girls were probably enjoying a moment of friendship together, tasting each other’s fruits… he figured probably to keep each other calm.

He went to open the door or announce himself and then stopped, why should he? He checked his watch and then looked to the attic… it was gone midnight and that meant he had another change to make. And in that moment he didn’t want to wait.

Thomas didn’t know exactly what he wanted to do, but he knew he wanted to change something and he wanted to do something to the girls…

He wasn’t punishing them, he reasoned, he was just having fun with them and entertaining himself at the same time. The World Processor’s existence made one thing clear to Thomas; there were no consequences to what he did anymore, he could do anything he wanted and no one would know, the girls lack of clothing at home and the fact that he’d eradicated all female bathrooms from existence were testament to that. What amazed him the most was how the world had continued regardless, and how the girls seemed happy with what their existence was like now, no fuss, no questions… they just accepted what he’d done to them like it was normal, and that just made his cock even harder. He couldn’t believe he’d already made 9 changes, and was about to make a 10th… the world hardly seemed all that different to how he always remember it being.

“Let’s see…” He stroked his chin theatrically as he sat in front of the keyboard and starting typing. The **** in his system combined with his arousal meant Thomas quickly figured out what he wanted to do. He wanted to push boundaries, and he wanted to see just how far he could take the girls; how far he could turn them into his pets without them even noticing…

0010: Girls make involuntary sexual and animal sounds relevant to their current activity or situation; they otherwise can’t speak in the presence of a man without his permission, which is given by stroking the girl’s pussy.