Taking a Casual Stroll

Taylor and Craig stood side-by-side as they marched along the sidewalk, talking and joking about what all the nineteen-year-old was capable of.

Craig was a few inches shorter than Taylor, and had a mess of short brown hair resting above his smirking face.

“I could make world peace happen, if I wanted to.”

“War is pretty badass though.” Taylor chuckled. “Maybe just make it so that they’re fought with robots now, or something.”

“Good idea.” Craig nodded, crossing his arms. “Hot robots, like the ones from that new game with the Russian robo-twins.”

“Government mandated sex-bots would be cool, too.” Taylor said, his cock swelling at the thought of having a big-breasted alien made of silicone wrap her shiny tits around it. “God, that’d be awesome.”

“It would be, wouldn’t?”

Craig nudged his friend’s arm, and the two shared a laugh at the ironic “God” mention.

“Nah, all of that sounds too complicated.”

“What do you mean? Taylor asked, raising en eyebrow. “I thought you could do anything?”

“I can, but things might get fucked up if I just make a bunch of big changes without putting any thought into it.” He said, ‘as a matter of fact’ly. “For example, if I made it so that all wars were fought with robots, then I might accidentally make some big changes to the past in order for that to happen, and those changes might extend so far back that even our language gets screwy.”

“Oh, damn.” Taylor scratched his head. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”

“I could totally do it, though.”

Taylor nodded as they continued to walk through town.

Soon enough, they were passing by a mattress store that neither of them had never really noticed before.

There was one employee inside, sitting behind a desk located in the center of the showroom as about thirty-or-so display mattresses lined up around the floor.

She looked to be in her late twenties, had short black hair, quite a few tattoos on her neck and arms, as well as a septum piercing.

“Huh…” Taylor said with hands on his hips, looking around the showroom from outside. “I’ve never been in a store like this.”

“Let’s check it out, then.” Craig said, already walking towards the front door. “I could use a new bed.”

Taylor followed behind and the duo entered the store. The short saleswoman behind the counter stood up and quickly walked over to greet them, wearing a blue polo and black slacks over her thin frame. Taylor smile nervously at the suddenness of the social interaction while Craig eye’d her body with a cocky smile.

“Welcome on in!” She said, her pleasant customer-service voice on full power. “My name is Jane, how can I help you two today?”