Start warping the Cafe

“Now, for a little fun!” thought the university science major. “I’ve already reliably determined that the rules can make physical changes to a single place, as the windows became shaded when the coffee shop became an ‘adult’ coffee shop. So if I was going to make physical changes for my benefit to reality, what would I change first?”

"Money!" came to mind as a poor university student. Alright, said John writing "New Rule: Anytime John buys a lottery scratch ticket or lottery ticket, it is always a winner" which turned red and faded and a red message appeared "This violates the rule changes must be generic and effect a class of people, not a specific person". John was puzzled as he went back and read the message about "writer's intent" as he was the writer...and then the thought someone else could write in the book crossed his mind. "Oh shit!"

New Rule: Only John can write in this book.

Once again, the words turned red, faded and was replaced with "This will invalidate previous rules as it will change a class to a person, do you wish to proceed?" Pausing, John realized he'd lose his ability to have rules warped to his intent and his error-proofing mechanism or ability to make changes to himself by referring to the "rulebook writer..or well owner". Debating between risk of others writing or reward, of being able to change yourself and safety knowing your rules would be put in place, as intended. You decide to keep with the foolproof writing rule for the time being figuring you can change it later.

"New Rule: Anytime the Rulebook owner buys a lottery scratch ticket or lottery ticket, it is always a winner" which was modified to ""New Rule: Anytime the Rulebook owner buys a lottery scratch ticket or lottery ticket, the rulebook owner shall make more money than the ticket's initial investment cost but not necessary enough to be suspicious or require reporting to government agencies."

"Sweet," though James as he just wanted more money but not necessary crazy amounts that would make him fall under people's or the government's radar. He intended to live a long, healthy, very fun, very erotic life.

As you knew from experiment, changes could be modified to just locations ‘Enrico’s Coffee Bean’ but not individuals unless you created a class that could include other individuals by some means. You were certain couldn't limit changes to just affect you but it seemed you could effect, the baristas as a class-of-people and not individuals.

Old Rule: When John enters Enrico’s Coffee Bean and orders 2 coffees within an hour, it Is complementary that the most attractive waitress on duty provides him with a long, luxurious blowjob as long as he has not finished the second cup. Furthermore, neither the owner nor employee will be upset about this duty or how long it may take to finish.

Sitting back with your hands behind your head, you notice one of the Barista’s coming from behind the counter. She’s definitely the cutest one here even though she’s only moderate looking, but your face drops, as you can tell pretty clearly she’s a younger teenager barista working at the coffee shop. More attractive than the older battleaxes but your intention wasn’t to get blown by a well underaged woman. Quickly rushing to write, you try to think of a way to correct it before she reaches you.

New Rule: Enrico’s Coffee Bean only employs women over the age of 21 and women whom are extremely fit, attractive, gorgeous and could be easily mistaken for Victoria’s Secret runway models.

The words quickly morphed to: “Old Rule: All the women who work at this café suit Rulebook owner’s tastes in appearance, style and personality,” which is basically what you’d intended. Just to get women whom are attractive to you. You thanked the book for correcting new rule to old rule as that would only effect future-hiring policies not past-hiring policies.

Sitting back, you relax as you notice the girl is now a few inches taller, much curvier and with pouty full lips and a thin waist. Even without makeup, she’s got a flawless complexion, amazing hair cut and just an overall perfect look. She had a grin on her face that made her look like a predator closing on pray.

Pulling your chair back a bit, you expected her to drop to her knees but instead she swung her legs across your lap and wrapped her arms around your neck replying “Hey Baby. How have you been? Mexico was amazing though it sure felt weird not being here for 2 weeks. I didn’t get to see you at all,” replied the beauty. For an Asian woman, she had an incredibly Western looking body.

“Uh, oh. That’s great. Yes, sorry we missed eachother,” responded John shrugging apologetically.

“You didn’t come here when I was gone, right babe?” asked the women with her head cocked a bit. Stumbling, you weren’t quite sure what to say. As it was an old rule, so obviously you’d received at least a blowjob or two from this woman. I mean, this was your regular coffee shop and I’m sure the “old you” or yourself if he figured out he got blowjobs every time he ordered 2 coffees would order 2 every single day, maybe even 3 times a day.

“Ummm….” was all John could think to mutter before getting slapped across the face.

“You asshole! You did! Didn’t you! I already knew. Sarah told me you stopped in and were so smug when you ordered a second coffee. Do the two years we’ve spent dating mean nothing to you?” asked the angry woman as she jumped off your lap and proceeded to unbuckle your pants and drag them down your legs, “We’ll get ready for the roughest, toothiest blowjob you’ve ever had!” replied the woman.

Panicked, you couldn’t help but admit that if Sarah was any one of the women in this shop like the busty bimboesque blonde or the gigantically endowed redhead with the tiny ass you could bounce quarters off of, you probably would jump at the opportunity to get blown by them. So you were very likely guilty and about to get a bad painful blowjob.

Quickly, you replace strike out the Old in rule and replace it with New; watching as the page slots in place and the angry look disappears from your waitresses face just as she unleashes you dick. Feeling her hand stroking it softly, she glances as you a bit awkwardly as you start to get hard.

“First job I’ve ever been expected to do this. Weird condition of employment, right? and why only you? Haha. I just wish they'd have some tint on the windows” joked the waitress as she continued to stroke you harder and shifted from her feathery soft touch to a bit firmer as if pushing the blood to the head of your cock on the downstroke but soft on the way back, “Thank god, you’re just….well…average. I was afraid, I’d open your pants and there’d be some kind of pornstar monster popping out at me!”

Normally, that demure attitude would be exactly the kind of girl you'd want to marry. Innocent, cute but willing to explore fun new things. However, owning this rulebook it seemed like you were master of the universe and decided it was time to celebrate with a girl, so out of your league, in her sensuality and sexual experience, you'd ordinarily fail to meet her standards. Thinking it would be hotter and your preference if she was into huge dicks and kind of a super-experienced slut but with really high standards, like an Instagram model who could date anyone so she only dates really rich and hot guys. Plus like, really experienced at blowjobs rather than shy and demure, you asked her “Sorry, come again?” to which the Asian image of perfection rolled her eyes, “Into humiliation, are you? I said… I was hoping I’d open your pants and there’d be some kind of pornstar monster popping out at me! There's nothing hotter than a big dick. Not just length to but girth. The kind of dick, where you can't even wrap handcuffs around, you know?”

“Oh really, you’re THAT into big thick dicks?” you smirk knowing you just changed her personality to an just by wanting it as the rule was set to make women match your ideal personality and all the other waitresses to fit your tastes. For a moment, you wonder if it is a contradiction. All these waitresses were supposed to have your ideal personality yet she wasn’t into larger men and then figure it wasn’t a contradiction if you wanted her to be into you and you were just a bit below average.

“Bigger the better! If I am dancing with a guy at a club, I always grind up against him. It’s one of the first things I check before deciding if I’m interested in taking a guy home or dating him or whatever,” looking up as you with her black eyes still smiling as she jacked your cock to full hardness with a smooth practiced handful gestures. Employing a ton of techniques like cupping your balls and running her fingers lightly across the head and frenulum, “I can see that turns you on too. Imagining me with a hung stud? Look at how hard you are. But I can’t win every time. Don’t worry, I’m used to larger so this will be easy. You’ll love this, watch!”

The was the last thing you heard for a while as you almost lost consciousness the sensation was so overwhelming as her hot, wet smooth tongue passed by the underside of your dick as those pump lips pressed tightly around the head of your shaft. Inch by Inch, she swallowed you all the way to the base with a well-practiced ease. It felt so good you couldn’t help but grab the corner of your chair and almost move back in instinct trying to get away from the overwhelming sensations moving thru your cock as her tongue went wild. Yet, she just keep following your movements and there was really no way to escape with your dick in her mouth. She stayed there swirling her tongue for a good minute as her throat massaged again and again and again. “Holy shit! Fuck! I’m gonna come!” you yell as she comes up for breathe and jacking you off fast towards her face. The idea, her throat had been massaging your cock endlessly for that long as mind-blowing. She wasn't just good, she was like ... world-class deepthroat specialty pornstar good.

Yet, no orgasm came. You felt on the edge, ready to blow and were moving way past the point of no return. You can feel your balls getting fuller and fuller as they were planning a blitzkrieg maneuver and was ready to impregnate the entire all-female staff in one blow. The amazing, overwhelming, sensations pass thru you for what feels like a quarter of an hour as she stops her furious handjob and goes down for a second minute, taking you all the way in, showing her impressive skillset. You know it's only been two minutes, but it's clear you've about to blow your load for the last three minutes straight, as the waitress begins to rise up again leaving a trail of thick saliva; only increasing the sensation of the next furious handjob. From the look on her face, you can see she is clearly wondering if something is wrong. The waitress looks up at you, between deep breathes and asks, “You aren't coming? I mean, I’m impressed! You sure have some stamina. Most men would have come by now. Anything I can do to help make you cum?”

“No, no,” you reply gently guiding her head back onto your cock while thinking to yourself, “Oh god, that feels so fucking amazing” but also a pressure that’s bordering on painful as you feel your balls and dick making the motions of coming but no release. Looking over the notebook, you re-read your blowjob rule and see it’s changed. It now states that a third cup will get you a blowjob from the 2nd most attractive woman in the store. The thought urges your need to orgasm even further past the point, making the sensations go form uncomfortable to nearly painful, you NEED to cum that badly. Looking past the counter, you wonder whether that would be the redhead or the blonde which you immediately realize your mistake that the intensity of that need grows and you start holding her head with both hands and furiously shoving your cock in/out of her mouth like a possessed man. Even as she starts to gag and bang her fists against your leg. Both women are hundreds of times out of your league and that just turns you on more. Breaking from your of this poor waitresses mouth, you read the rest of the rule quickly, trying to figure out what is wrong, you notice it states the blowjob would be long and luxurious, yadda yadda and continue as long as you hadn’t finished your current cup!

*Shit* you think as you reach for you cup and quickly swallow it as fast as possible as the girl is recovering, nearly burning your mouth in the process. As soon as you take the last gulp, you start to cough and spit out a bit as the sensation of orgasm rushes thru your loins and down your shaft. In the middle of her saying "You fucking asshole, I could have "*Splat* *splat* *splat'

Just like that, you spurted your load into the waitresses smiling mouth as she took pulse after pulse down with small gulps until the buildup was so intense it started to dribble down the corners of her mouth and over her chin. It just kept coming and coming like you hadn’t come in months. You quickly adjust the angle of your dick and start coating her face and makeup. Finally, exhausted you slink back into your chair.

You couldn’t help but tell she was feeling quite angry but also in awe at the sheer volume. Unsure, whether to chastise you for her with your cock and taking liberties you had no right to or express her amazement, she just chuckled. Ultimately, delight at the absurdity of how much she was covered, with how you finally responded and her duty was done, won out. “Wow! You might not be sized like a pornstar but you sure have a load that would rival any of them. But dude, you can't just fucking me with your cock and throat fuck me. You've got to at least buy me a dinner and be this big to ride that ride," motioning with her hands. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen a guy come that much. That was fucking nuts! Nuts! Trust me, I’ve blown a _lot _of guy’s worlds. Both figuratively and literately,” replied the waitress sticking her tongue out before getting up continuing to swallow your softening cock back into her mouth to quickly clean off the remnants.

John quickly wrote, "Old Rule: The notebook owner is immune to STDS" which morphed into "New Rule: The notebook owner is cured of all diseases and going forward will remain in perfect health for all time without aging". Pausing for a second, John thought, "Yeah, pretty much what I had intended!" Damn, I love that rule.

Left with your cock hanging a little bit, wet and lose, one of the biggest grins crossed your face of your entire life. You just warped reality into having a seemingly endless supply of supermodels available at your disposal to give you head. Looking around, you couldn’t help but see a guy across the café giving you a huge thumbs up. From out the window, you saw quite a crowd had appeared and they all dispersed the moment you looked in the direction except a young dude and another older man giving a slow golf clap.

“Heh, I guess I do kind of deserve a little recognition for that,” you praise yourself. Realizing to the outsider, it would look like you just survived an incredibly skilled blowjob from one of the most beautiful women in the world and kept going for minutes; a triumph for any other man in his shoes, really.

Reaching for the notebook, you figured a few rules were in order. You knew, you’d be exhausted for the rest of the day with that kind of expenditure and there was so much more fun to be had.

New Rule: The rulebook owner can come many times each day.

To which the rulebook updated to the author's intent as per his earlier rule:

New Rule: The rulebook owner has nearly instant sexual recovery, his refractory period is almost non-existent, and he can come huge volumes infinitely many times in day; with no ill effects from the volume or quantity of ejaculate produced.

Sitting back, you smiled as you felt your cock starting to harden. Part of it, the continued arousal from the feeling of power and possibilities this notebook presented. Some part of you felt a little bit ashamed to be using this for personal gratification and blowjobs rather than to right the world’s problems like curing cancer or ending poverty. Yet, another part of you figured, you’ve got ages to fix that and if you fix it with an old rule in the future, it’ll be the same as if he fixes it today with an old rule so no rush.

Smiling after your moral justification, you look at the page and notice the words you wrote include huge loads with reference to how much you can come. You weren’t sure that’s exactly what you’d intended but the more you thought about it, you really don’t want to cum tiny amounts late in the day. You love the addition about without wasting away or having any harmful side effects as the result of this change as you didn’t want to get cancer or waste away to nothing from all the orgasms you expected in your near future.

Casually sauntering up to the café ordering booth, you smile at the woman who just blew you, she blushes a bit, smiles back and with a naught expression replies “Always happy to serve you, John. What can I get you?”

“Just another coffee you respond,” grinning wondering if it will be the redhead or the blonde bimbo that comes to serve you this time.

“Wow, you really are up for it already?” asked the Asian woman with a raised eyebrow as she peaked across the counter to where your nude lower torso was, having not bothered to put on pants.

Noticing what the Asian woman was staring at Enrico proceeded to yell at you about putting on clothes and that clothes weren’t optional at Enrico’s Coffee Beans. The redhead just rolled her eyes before telling Enrico to “chill” and explained you were ordering another cup.

“You know it,” you try to seductively say to the Asian as she proceeds to pour you a cup.

“I don’t know whether to be insulted or jealous. If you were a little bit bigger of a fish, I’d have to reel you in,” flirted the Asian woman as she handed you your third cup. Swaggering your way back to the table, her comment reminded you that you had intended to boost that attribute before after modifying the women’s preferences for big dicks. The ridiculously good blowjob had just stopped your train of thought.

New Rule: The Rulebook owner is enormously sexually well endowed.

Smiling, you see the words morph adding small additions like that your cock would be free of blemishes, beautiful looking and some specific size measurements that seemed absurd. Also, a suggestion it would always fit no matter whom you had sex with or in what orifice and women's reactions to it would vary from about fifteen or so different responses. Some of them were listed in point form:

• Oblivious and acting like you weren't there like a free-use manga
• Slavish worshipful cock devotion as if women were meant to serve men of endowment
• Shocked and hesitant to engage sex
• Impressed and turned on
• Horrified and absolute refusal to engage in any sexual activity -- but unable to reject your advances allowing you to yourself upon them -- and them eventually coming to love it part way through because of overwhelming sensations.

Honestly, those all seemed like great fun scenarios or ideas. Your ideal-notebook rule wasn’t for a gross, weird and warped cock or one with a bunch of pimples or sores; and if every women reacted the same, it would get boring so having a ton of various reactions was great.

Looking down, you noticed you’ve gone a bit soft while writing and reading the notebook. Even still, you were moderately larger soft than you were erect before and noticeably thicker. “So that's what eight inches long and six inches in girth flaccid looks like,” thought John as his reflected on the absurd measurements. Wondering if that was truly his intent or if the notebook was warping his intent like an evil Genie. But you knew it would be fit so.... that was cool. Waiting for the next contestant on "how good are your blowjob skills?" to arrive, John reflected on how great life was going to be from now on. From across the room, a bewildered Asian woman muttered to herself, “What the heck?” as she’d been watching her momentary-job-duty-mandated lover writing in the book of his, figuring he’d be more focused on the swimsuit model-potential intent on fulfilling her job duties. If she knew straight men, she knew supermodels captivated their attention. Even if they'd just came, they'd still be thinking with their dicks.

What surprised her even more was the grin on the customer’s face as swiveled away from the table were he’d be writing and was packing more soft that she’d had in her mouth during the heat of his passion. “No fucking way!” thought the waitress as she eyed the book trying to mesh reality from moments ago with this new rule. "From five inches erect to ....huge flaccid? What the fuck! That thing is way to big. There's no way I'm ever having sex with that again. I'll fucking quit before I suck that monster. My jaw would be dislocated!" as the absolute refusal response took over.

Most of them men in the café were focused on the swimsuit model approaching the man and what the third cup implied so they didn’t even notice the change. Already ready for the second-round show and focused on the woman who would be delivering it. A few had vowed to come in the same time tomorrow hoping John was a creature of habit as it is not every day you get to watch a live-sex show with a lady who belonged in sports illustrated or on a Victoria's secret runway. It was hotter than strip club! All eyes were on the waitress except, two careful observers. A man sitting in the corner and the Asian waitress noticing the notebook...