He hears her out

Well, the choice seems rather obvious. "Sure. I mean, I have no reason not to. Maybe you'll say something I don't quite agree with, or maybe not. But I'll never know if I don't give you a chance first." I say casually, not even thinking much about it. Amber seems like a reasonable person, and I had to count myself lucky that she even wanted to let to give someone who did the stuff I've done a second chance.

"Firstly, no forcing anyone into becoming your girlfriend again. I really hope that you weren't planning on doing that again." She brings a hand to her mouth, shivering at the thought of it.

I feel like I had to be honest, even if the answer doesn't make me look too good. "I don't plan anything. Most of the stuff I do is just the way in which I chose to wing it at that moment. But if I'm being honest: I didn't want to do it again, but I didn't have much confidence on me staying away from it. Specially since, you know, I wanted to date and fuck a lot of you girls at the club." I bury my face on the palms of my hands, feeling like a complete idiot as I say that out loud. "Blew my chance yet?"

"I probably should say yes, but you're still really cute and have been nice to me personally. So I'm just going to give you the second rule and we'll see where we go from there." She sounds nervous, and as I slide my fingers too see her face I can confirm she looks like it too. "No forcing anyone to drink your cum, unless it's really necessary."

I'm a little confused by that last part. "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"Well, I dunno your relationship with the guy you screwed over, but I was going to make the third rule that you had to put his life back together. So you can slip your semen into his drink if that's what its going to take." She explains, constantly shaking her head as if she still can't believe what she's having to say. "And, you know, I don't want you to abide by this rule if it's like a life or **** scenario either. Trust me, I'm willing to have you save someone's life even if it involves a small amount of sexual harassment." She pauses. "Am I going to remember any of this happening once I get changed?"

"Not until the next time we're in this situation. Then the memories will flow back into you and go away again. I think I'm the only one who remembers both what happens here and what used to be before the change, though Thad seems to be able to remember traces of reality from before I change it." I tell her in detail. Her eyes widen, and I only just realized that I hadn't told her that the guy I fucked over was one of our housemates. "You want me to tell you what I did to him, right?"

"I'm going to take a guess and assume that he used to be more attractive than what he is now." She fires than one off pretty quickly.

"Good guess. I took a guy who looked like Hercules and made him into a neckbeard." I take a moment to consider the idea of fixing that. "I'm not sure what giving him my cum again will do to his side effect. It might increase its effectiveness and make sure he knows about everything I ever change."

"Which honestly seems like a pretty good deal, if you ask me." Amber interrupts my talk about unforeseen consequences. "If you tell him of the standards you're being held to, then you couldn't just ignore them without someone knowing about it immediately after the fact."

"Yeah, but he's also probably going to beat my ass the moment he realizes that I made him spend a week in the most humiliating body I could have given him." I groan, fearing what would happen.

"You don't know if that's going to happen until it does, and I don't think you would listen to me on this if you didn't feel guilty already over what you've done to him." She points out, and I can't deny that's true. "A week is less than a month, and it's certainly not as bad as a whole year or the rest of his life. If you really fear for your safety, I'm fine with you preparing yourself with extra cum in case you need to pacify him."

Well, isn't that a relief. I can't say that I exactly disagree with rule 1 or rule 3. They very much put some obstacles in my life that I wouldn't want to deal with, but I'm not as far removed from morality to not see that I shouldn't have ever stopped seeing 'don't be an asshole' as a reason not to do something. Still, rule 2 does put a big hamper into my plans. "How am I meant to start relationships with the other girls, though? I doubt you're all secretly poly already."

Amber shakes her head at that, but this time she does it with a grin on her face. "The same way I plan to start relationships with other guys while not having any spooky powers. We're going to be that kinda couple."

A memory of when Krys tried to make me a cuck flashes across my eyes when Amber mentions dating other guys, but I do my best to ignore it. That was a workaround for someone who didn't really like me, and I didn't try to date other people while being with her. This is different, and I need to be okay with not being the only one for the many girls I wanted to be with. It was fair.

Still, I had no idea what she meant by that last part. But I was willing to throw a shot in the dark. "You mean that we are going to pester others into having group sex with them?"

I know I got it right once she does finger guns towards me. "Read my mind there, cutie pie. Think about it. Everyone we want to date is in the same pool of attractive twenty year olds who come from upper class families. There's no chance they're going to ignore us if we're constantly trying to get a threesome or foursome out of them. " She raises a hand for a high-five, and I know better than to leave someone I'm dating hanging. "It would be a really easy process. Get girls to have group sex with, and use your powers to make them really enjoy it. Then you can start offering changes to reality they want to be made, with the understanding that you'll get yours at the next go around. By slowly conditioning them, you'll get a harem with many hot polyamorous girls without feeling even a trace of guilt."

I go silent, carefully going over her words in my head. "I think that plan could work. But, I'm not sure it's much more moral than what I had been doing so far. I'm still brainwashing people into getting what I'm want one way or the other, why take the slower path to do it?"

She cocks her head. "The end goal is the same because that's what you want out of it, you genius." She takes my hands. "And the big difference is that whenever you cum in someone again, and they gain all the memories of the previous timelines, they're going to be happy to see you. They'll be grateful of what you've done for them. And you won't have to push them away so you don't need to deal with the guilt anymore."

I stare into her hopeful yet still pleading face, and look into her hands gripping my own so I wouldn't let go. I nod, a dopey smile across my face. "I guess that is game, set, match."

She laughs. "You work at a golf club and you still decide to make a tennis analogy?"

"Yeah, I doubt anyone under sixty knows enough about golf to make comparisons like that. Give me a break." We're laughing and hugging at this point. I don't know why Amber makes me feel so happy. That's a lie, I can guess the reasons pretty easily: she's optimistic, she's open minded, and she really seems to like me a lot. I might be starting to fall in love.

Still, another minute passes and we're still in the Twilight Zone-like weird world between the worlds. It's not the longest I've stayed in it, my time by myself was likely to be way longer, so I know it's not just going to go away by waiting it out. "You don't happen to have an idea for a change you want lines up, do you?"

I see her attempt to think of something but coming blank. "Caught me with my pants down, I'm afraid."

"Don't apologize, I'd love to see you like that." I cornily flirt, earning myself a quick kiss on the lips. "Well, I didn't really have anything else in mind, but I guess it was a bother to make you go on a roundabout trip. Why don't we said that you agreed to save the date for the weekend?"

She scratched her chin. "Ah, it would be a little annoying if this delays us becoming a couple, but that's probably the smallest change we can make that won't risk anything being messed up." She then nods. "Yeah, that's fair. What do I need to do?"

"Just repeat what I said. You'll feel compelled to do it by my powers, so just don't resist it and we're all good." I give her one last kiss, in case I'll have to wait a few days for the next one. "You agreed to leave the date for the weekend."

"I agreed to leave the date for the weekend."

And just like that, we were no longer at the park. Instead, I was in my bedroom and having sex with Amber. Reality shifting whiplash is going to kill me one of these days.

It seems like I was in the middle of thrusting into her when I got back here. "Don't stop Devin, don't stop!" Amber begs me, probably thinking that I did this intentionally to not be too rough with her. Knowing what I had to do, I do my best to give her what she wanted, bouncing my hips on top of hers with the speed of someone frantically waking up from bed after oversleeping.

I try to get a bearing of my surroundings. Amber's pussy feels really good around my dick, which is a big positive. Her breasts are on the smaller side, but they're cute. I really like the face she makes as I fuck her, she looks like every pumping of my cock into her makes her smile.

I feel her legs buckle as I drive her into an orgasm. She moans loudly when I do that, and sounds like she's having the time of her life.

For a moment I allow myself to think that I'm going to drive her into a second one before I cum, but my penis tingles in disagreement with that. Just because I didn't have the memories of having fucked her for more than a minute or two didn't mean that my body felt the same way. I let out a "I'm going to cum!" seconds before it actually happens.

I pretty much fall on too of her as I empty myself out, having only know realized that I basically pulled a hundred meter sprint performance right at the end from her perspective. It was going to be really enjoyable to ask her what that felt like, but first I had to make a more important question.

"Were you on the pill?" I ask Amber. She looks surprised, probably a combination of us being back in this place seemingly a minute after we left and being put trough gaining new memories for the first time.

"Yeah, I told the other you about that." She responds once she she settles down.

"Thank god. I do not want to know how this stuff affects pregnancies." I let out a sigh of relief, hugging her naked body with my own as I try to think of what will come next.