Spice Things Up

As you sat in your car, you realized that the world was still pretty boring as you'd made very few rules changing it. You have only made a few new rules about coffee shops and nudism being legal now. Even with the latter one you didn't make it wide spread enough to see it often except when you hang out with Nelly. So it was time to give the world a spin and spice up everyday life.

Old Rule: The owner of the Rulebook is immune to any effect on the population made in the Rulebook.

Old Rule: A tenth of the world's population of females are born with an unlucky gene that activates at adulthood. It makes them clumsier and highly prone to wardrobe malfunctions and accidents that leave them strip of some to all of their clothing. They become embarrassed and attempt to fix the situation of flee to find more clothes. Some get used to it after a time and just become more agitated than embarrassed. A third of the time they will not notice thier state of undress and continue as they would have before until they do.

Old Rule: 0.1% of the human population is born with the urge to remove other people's clothing. Like an itch they must scratch, they have to strip someone or steal their clothes or else they will begin to feel pain. The longer they do without stripping someone, the more people and clothes they have to strip.

Old Rule: The owner of the Rulebook is not a target for any strippings.

Old Rule: 0.5% of females are born with the naive gene. This gene makes them gullible and susceptible to lies, meaning they will believe what anyone says. These women are marked by a small birthmark on their neck that most people know about and some exploit. They are also immune to the power of influence as they are already so easily influenced.

Wit that done you tired to see if you could spot any of the new changes to the world. In the distance you could see a fit looking woman running through the park. She was wearing a tight fitting sport top and shorts with running shoes and came upon an more green part of the path. The woman tripped and took a dive into the bushes and thrashed about the shrubbery for a bit. When she got out, her clothes were torn to shreds by the bush's thorns, leaving her topless and dressed in only her white panties and running shoes. The woman sprang up with shock and looked around to see if anyone was around before making a mad dash out of the park with her breasts clutched in her arms.

Next you were lucky enough to see another rule play out before you as a visibly frustrated man walked around in a circle. A couple passed him and he just snapped, running up to them and yanking at thier clothes. He pulled the man's pants down and had the girl on the ground while her boyfriend or husband was busy pulling his pant up. The fiend stripped the poor girl of all of her clothes before her man managed chase him off. The crazy guy laughed madly as he waved her clothes about and ran away, leaving a crowd of people surrounding the undefended girl.

Luck was pouring out of your ass today as a woman with the neck birthmark walked in front of your car. You stopped her and asked her to come closer, "Ma'am im a part of the FBI, I need to see those breasts."

The busty woman looked confused and little shocked, "What?! Why?"

"FBI business ma'am. Federal Boob Inspector, now whip 'em out."

"Okay", she said and pulled her top and bra down to flash you her big brown boobs worn thier dark nipples staring directly into your eyes.

"Woah!", you said, "Those are some impressive guns. I'm gonna have to give you a pat down."

"Okay," and she moved up to your door and leaned down so you could fondle those puppies. They were soft and felt great in your hands, all natural and smooth and squishy.

"Hmm, those are running a bit hot on my radar. Do you wear a top all the time?"

"Well, yes."

"Ah, see with that model of boob that's gonna be a problem. I need you to remove your top and remain that way for the rest of the day. And you'll have to do that every other day if you don't want those things exploding."

"Oh my god! Yes sir, thank you much!"

"No problem. Also, you're gonna need those things massaged everyday so make sure you get someone to play with them. I'm sure the good people on the street would be willing to help," you give her a slap on the ass as she walks away, "You have great day now."

The woman walks away, pulling her top back up and over her head then tossed it and her bra in her purse. You were satisfied with this more eventful world you'd created and drove away, thinking about what to do next. Nothing popped up in your mind so you decided to look out for more of the chaos you'd created on the street as you drove home. A couple of times you had to stop and check out the funny and/or sexy shit you'd made happen. At home you went straight to bed after some hours playing video games and waited for a new day to bring new ideas.