Slowly and deliberately

Douglas stared at the machine for a long time, trying to make sense of it. Technology wasn't his strong suit, but even he could recognize when a computer wasn't acting like they normally do. And this one was claiming that it could change the world on a user's whim? That was hard to believe.

Still, the father of four was intrigued. His curiosity peeked, the real question was what should he input in the machine. Lifelong success? A dream? A fantasy? The possibilities were endless.

It took him a long time before he made up his mind. By the time he'd decided on a course of action, his wife had given their youngest daughter at least two more orgasms. If by happenstance this thing did do as it claimed, might as well use it to his benefit. With Timothy's complete disregard for his request in mind, he typed slow and deliberately.

0000: A father commands the upmost respect from both his wife and children. They never hesitate to obey his orders to the letter.

Satisfied, he pressed 'Enter' after reread it once, feeling it just. After all, it was he who supported the house with his earnings, especially after Dorothy became a stay-at-home mother; it was he who worked long hours to make sure their children could go to prestigious schools; he who had to sacrifice the sex life he'd built with his wife so that she could support their children in their sexually difficult years as young adults. He deserved respect and admiration for everything he did in the house, it was only fair.

A small knock on the door broke him out of his reverie and he turned towards the doorway. Peeking inside the room was his daughter Samantha, wearing a thin pajama top and small sleeping shorts - her usual comfort wear about the house. She had her head down, almost apologetic, and avoided looking him in the eyes.

"Um... Can I come in?" She asked, her voice quiet and soft. He let her in with a nod, the girl doing so with a quick shuffle of her feet. Her eyes never left the floor as she did.

"I'd like to apologize, daddy, for being so loud while I was using mom. I'd, ahh, had a long night at Miki's yesterday and couldn't wait to release a bit of tension when I got home. I didn't know you were in your office working until Tim told me I was disrupting you. I'm sorry."

The father of four blinked at the admission, having been so certain that his son had let him down. "You mean your brother did in fact tell you to keep it down?"

The girl nodded, still unwilling to meet her father's gaze. "Yes daddy, almost immediately."

Douglas paused, considering this revelation. Maybe he'd been too hasty after all. But, he couldn't deny that the sudden shift in his daughter's attitude was very much welcomed. It almost was as though...

"I accept your apology." He quickly said, looking at her. With her apology happily received, Samantha finally looked up at him, smiling brightly. He then turned to the old machine before him, bringing her attention to it.

"Do you know what this is?" He asked, stern. "And be honest - a daughter shouldn't lie to her father."

"Of course, daddy." She said, almost taken aback that he'd even suggest such a thing. "I... Honestly, I don't know what it is. It claims to be able to change the world, but I haven't noticed much proof of that after using it. Although, I did immediately go use mom after I was done with it." The girl stopped to blush, quickly glancing away.

Her father nodded. "I see. Does your mother know about this?"

"I... Sorry daddy, but I don't know. I didn't want to bring it up with her on the off chance she didn't."

He nodded again, turning back to the machine, it's prompt blinking idly as it waited for his next change. From what he'd seen so far, it seems like there was a bit of truth behind the device. After all, Samantha never acted like the way she did now. He'd never seen her be this respectful to anyone.

"Well, I don't want you to use this machine again until we figure out what it is. I don't trust it."

"Yes daddy." She agreed, not even looking disappointed that he was essentially forbidding her from doing something. She hadn't been this compliant in years. Her obedience resulted in a rush of pleasure shivering through him. He could definitely get used to this.

"Should I also tell Timothy?" she added, her voice quiet and small.

"No." He said, waving her off. "No, I'll tell him myself. You're dismissed."

His daughter nodded, and in the corner of her eye he saw her lift up her shirt, his peripherals filling with her tits. A moment later they were gone and Samantha was out the door, her soft footsteps echoing as they descended the stairs.

Turning back to the machine, he thought once more about what he could add, thinking back to everything he'd sacrificed for the family. With a bittersweet smile, he typed into the machine. If his assumptions were true, with one little sentence, he could turn his fantasies into reality. Quickly pressing 'Enter', he stood up to go rejoin his family, his change blinking once before disappearing into the ether.

0001: Once a mother starts being used by her children for sexual release, it is both expected and encouraged that her husband starts taking other women into his bed in order to satisfy his own sexual desires.

"Hey Candace" Timothy began, unsure how to approach the conversation. How does one admit to someone that they'd altered reality and subsequently didn't remember the outcome of their date? "How are you? I haven't heard from you all day."

"Ahh..." He could sense her hesitation through the phone. "Yeah, sorry about that. I've been hesitant to tell you what happened... After our date."

The young man blinked, confused. What the hell had happened yesterday. "You didn't enjoy it?" he said, still unsure where the conversation was going.

"No, no, it's not that! I had fun, truly!" The sincerity and tone of her voice convinced him, further adding to the confusion. So in this reality, she hadn't been upset at him for ogling other women. That was good to know. What had happened then?

That's when the bomb dropped.

"It's my father."

"Oh."

"He... caught me as I was sneaking back into the house. He asked me where I was and, well, I told him about our date. He didn't like that; he told me I was too young to see boys and that I shouldn't date anyone until he gave me permission." With her admission, the girl had become frantic, rambling without giving him a chance to speak up. "And he's right - I am too young to be going on dates. God, I'm disobeying him by even talking to you. I'm sorry Tim, but you shouldn't call me anymore. Or talk to me at school for that matter. It's just... Sorry, but I can't. Goodbye."

"Wait, Candace!" But the line had gone dead before he was able to say anything else.

Timothy just stared at his phone, the buzzing noise the only sound in the room, trying to comprehend what happened. Of course, he knew that a father's word was law in the house. But, he'd have thought that in today's day and age, Candace's dad would be more lenient with the liberties she was allowed. The girl was turning 20 later this year!

This wouldn't do. As much as Timothy respected his father, and - by extension - hers, he couldn't let something like this stand.