Thomas, obviously

"Hmm?" The other girl answered from behind her head, combing away at the Latina's scalp. If Pamela could, she'd be purring at how good it felt.

"Is there something going on between you and Thomas?" She didn't want to be blunt and invoke the girl's sexual honesty, but Pamela needed answers and she somehow knew she wasn't going to get them from Thomas. Just because his dick was big didn't mean he was perfect.

"Ahh! N... No" Pamela could almost feel the girl blushing behind her. She sighed in relief. "But, I have seen his cock. And..." Her friend paused, swallowing her nervousness, "I can't stop thinking about it."

At the admission, the Latina girl's eyes opened eyed, fully understanding. Yesterday, she'd taken the time explaining to Thomas how it felt being a girl and having to deal with men with bigger dicks than the ones they were dating but not once had she considered the struggle Bianca was currently going through. Even after Thomas had admitted letting the girl catch a glimpse of him, she'd immediately assumed something was going on between them instead of thinking that her friend was fighting the hardest battle of her life.

"I've been horny all weekend," the girl continued, unaware of her friend's sudden realization, "dripping like I haven't been fucked in weeks. I keep looking at my sex-mark, telling myself to be strong for Nick's sake, but I can't get that damn cock out of my-"

She was cut short as her friend jumped up and trapped her in a tight hug, the comb stuck and forgotten in the girl's wet hair. "I know exactly what you're going through!" She exclaimed as she pulled her best friend closer still. "It's been constantly on my mind as well, ever since I saw it."

Bianca nodded as she let go, relieved that her friend understood where she was coming from. "Then you know how horrifying it is!"

Well, I wouldn't put it that way... she thought as she settled back onto the rock. Still, best not tell Bianca that. She sighed as the girl resumed combing her hair. Thinking of Thomas' cock, Pamela's fingers instinctively went to her pussy, stroking her clit enticing small pleasures to course through her. The girl didn't even notice, the act so normal to her.

"What have you done about it?" She instead asked, trying to help her friend. "Beyond masturbating."

Bianca paused in her combing, once again uncertain of what she should admit. "I... might have tried to change myself in an effort to calm down."

Her friend nodded, as though that made perfect sense. "Did it work?"

"I..." From her angle, Bianca had a perfect view of what her friend's hand was doing beneath the water. "No, my change didn't help."

"Maybe I could try?" She inquired, wanting her chance to make things right with the World Processor. So far, the only change she was proud of was the one she did in thanks to Thomas. Everything else had been... questionable at best. "I haven't done my daily change yet."

At that, Bianca seemed to briefly regained her usual happy composure. "You'd do that?"

"Sure!" Her friend replied, not faking her sincerity in the slightest, "I'd do anything for a friend."

"Just like how you'd leave these puppies full for Thomas?" Bianca said as she grinned, reaching around to grab both of her Latina friend's tits. She squeezed, jetting an arc of milk out from both nipples.

Pamela squealed at the sudden rush of pleasure, standing up with a **** that sent Bianca tumbling into the bath water. The pair erupted in a fit of giggles, momentarily forgetting all their troubles due to the friendship they shared. When it subdued, Pamela helped her friend up and pulled her into another hug.

"I love you B! You'll overcome this, you'll see."

The other girl smiled. "Thanks, love you too Pam!"

"Now, let's hurry and finished getting cleaned up!" Pamela said as she grabbed the discarded comb. "Wouldn't want the guys to think we take an eternity getting clean!"

From the comforts of the living room, Kyle watched the two girls stumble and laugh in their bathing pool, happy that things in the house were seemingly returning to normal. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but they kept on giving each other hugs, so it couldn't be all that bad.

Despite it being Sunday and the work week was once again slowly rearing its ugly head, Kyle felt great. He'd met a cute girl and gotten laid. Sure, it had been only a blowjob but there was something so immensely satisfying, not to mention primal, in getting a girl to drain you and leave with your name on her ass. Not to mention the changes he'd made recently - restoring pleasure to a girl's mouth and making them lactate again; his first changes in returning the world to its rightful place.

It wasn't much, but it was enough for to him to like he was on cloud nine.

Which is why he'd poured himself a cup of tea and settled himself, ready to tackle his next problem. Despite its complexity, his recent successes had given him the confidence he needed to tell himself he'd figure it out.

His next challenge was a paradoxical one; similar to the age old question of the chicken and its egg. Except this time, it dealt with fruit.

Ever since their roommate meetings, something had baffled Kyle - namely, how is it that girls seemingly created a closed loop with their changes. On Friday, Pamela had admitted to having made it so that a girl's lips tasted like the fruit of their pussies. Yet, shortly after, Bianca had admitted to having made both men's cum and women's pussies to also taste like fruit. Each had blamed the other as their reasoning for making the change, and so the loop had formed.

And by its very nature, it meant that something was off with the world. Something that Kyle was determined to fix.

The question was, what? Thankfully, Kyle had clues and a stable timeline with which to work, so he felt as though he was on the right track when it came to finding his sought out solution. His first hint was from Thomas - he'd admitted to having made a change that created kissing. When he'd made that, Kyle couldn't say. But, he knew for a fact that it was before Thursday, since that's when his roommate had revealed his change.

Furthermore, it was on Friday that Pamela had admitted to having made the change regarding the taste of lips, having failed to mentioned it the day before. Logically, it was because she'd executed the change between the two meetings. This also made sense, because Pamela wouldn't have thought to make such a change before Thomas had invented kissing because there would have been no point in doing so.

Thus, it was clear Bianca had made her change first. Now, whether she'd made cum taste like fruit before making pussies do so, he couldn't say. However, given her track record of making changes that benefited women as a whole, like she'd said she did with taking away a woman's ability to produce milk, he judged that she'd made pussies taste like fruit first, enjoyed the results, and had changed cum second.

Which begged the new question - why? Why would Bianca have felt the need to change the way her pussy tastes? Kyle knew that girls masturbated pretty much wherever they pleased, he himself having caught more than his fair share of women touching themselves in public. Heck, Cindy had been doing the same when he'd walked up to her cash just the day before.

He smiled, remembering the auburn haired girl. He desperately wanted to see her again. Partly because he wanted to get to know her more, partly because he wanted a girl that wasn't associated with Thomas in the slightest. That bit with Caroline still stung.

Kyle shook his head, not letting himself get distracted. Thinking back on his query, he knew that girls enjoyed tasting themselves after masturbating - pussy juice was delicious after all. But, he had no way of knowing if that was a side product of them now tasting like fruit, or if it had always been that way.

He frowned, seeing the risk of a circular argument. What could it be?