Thomas decides to protect himself from Kyle

As Thomas pulled on his clothes he thought about what he wanted to achieve, and how he was going to achieve it. Kyle’s limiting them all to one change a day was a problem, but if could get Pamela as obedient to him as he thought he could then he’d be able to get her to make changes for him too; in effect getting him 2 changes a day…

But Thomas knew he was still ****. The argument he’d had with Kyle the night before was still fresh in his mind, he’d tried to apologise and hoped things would be cool but there was an edge to Kyle at the end of that conversation that he didn’t trust.

Up until now Thomas thought he knew Kyle well enough to predict him, he was a ‘good guy’, and Thomas had trusted that Kyle’s sense of ‘doing the right thing’ would mean he’d not be able to bring himself to make any vindictive changes. But he wasn’t so sure now,

“Better to be safe than sorry…” Thomas thought to himself as he finished getting dressed and then opened his bedroom door to head to the attic. Up in the roof he found himself following a trail of petite sticky footprints in the dust, Pamela’s, he knew, sticky from his cum. He grinned to himself, this thing is amazing.

Sitting down at the World Processor he tried to think about exactly what he wanted to do. Kyle had said he’d erased condoms, whatever they were, from existence; so if he’d been able to do that, Thomas reasoned… he could just erase Kyle?

0007: Kyle Winters does not exist

He looked at what he’d typed and paused. No, he couldn’t just erase Kyle; he was too tied up in everything that had happened to get Thomas to this point now. There was no telling how much damage he’d do, if Kyle never existed then Thomas and the girls would probably have never ended up living together in this house, which meant he never would’ve found the World Processor.

He deleted the text and typed,

0007: Kyle Winters is a girl, Kylie Winters

Thomas sighed and deleted it again. That wouldn’t work either, if he made Kyle female he’d be out matched, with three women in the house making the changes they always wanted he, as a man, would probably end up out-paced and one day wake up to find himself in some female dominated world. That was the exact opposite of what he wanted.

“I need to keep Kyle around…” He said, rubbing the back of his neck as the little cursor on the screen continued to blink incessantly at him, like it was encouraging him to think. He needed Kyle as the other guy to keep balance between the sexes; Thomas just didn’t want him to do anything to him.

0007: _

Thomas finally grasped what he wanted to do, he didn’t need to get rid of Kyle, he just needed to hamper him.

0007: When using the World Processor, Kyle Winters and Bianca Nelson cannot make changes that they intend to only affect individuals

He smirked, adding Bianca to this was a good idea too, he wasn’t sure how the girl felt about him right now but after the slap he was pretty sure it wasn’t good. The last thing he needed was her and Kyle conspiring against him. This way they’d not be able to do anything to him, Pamela or any of the other girls he was already fantasising about bringing under his spell.

Thomas hit enter.

User Thomas Mekkar’s changes involve the World Processor itself. In order to preserve consistency between users, would user Thomas like to make this change permanent?

He and typed ‘yes’, smacked the enter key and then sat back with a satisfied smile as the screen flashed; change made. Now, even if Kyle’s paranoia boiled over, he wouldn’t be able to do something reckless like shrink Thomas’ cock or take Pamela away from him.

Standing up he stretched, turned around and headed back down from the attic. Internally he was slightly conflicted, on the one hand he appreciated he’d almost erased Kyle from existence, and did feel some guilt for that... and on the other he felt annoyed that Kyle had basically **** him to have to waste his change today on a stupid insurance measure.

Thomas had to remind himself he just had to be patient, he had a change a day to make and the World Processor wasn’t going anywhere… They’d found it less than a week ago and yet things were already better.

Thomas thought about how he’d spent last weekend; jerking off alone in his room to the camera feeds of the girls, tasting his own watermelon flavoured cum while he fantasised about what it would be like to get to drink Bianca’s milk straight from her perfect tits. The girls had worn clothes then, covered their bodies and hidden their exquisite nakedness from him; sure he’d caught a glimpse of a breast in the flesh every now and then when they’d milked themselves with a quick squeeze into their coffee, but getting to see their whole exposed bodies 24/7 was perfection.

“Yeah, things are definitely better” He said to himself, satisfied, and then headed down to enjoy his Saturday.