Maybe some minor upgrades on Robbie?

You both shower and get dressed before you go into the kitchen to cook some food. You are both basking in the post-coitus afterglow, chit-chatting about this and that. Robbie's got to go to work tonight, waiting tables at a local restaurant where she's been working the past decade.

Still, you're kind of distracted. The toy gun in your pocket growing heavier on your mind. Robbie's pretty sweet, but she is almost a decade older than you. She'll probably be feeling that biological clock ticking in her ears within a few years. Truth be told, you haven't even asked if she's on contraceptives. She's probably got a spiral or something, if you recall correctly, but it's something you'd worry a little about.

If she was a bit younger, they'd be more in sync. Normally he'd never be this critical of someone he just had an awesome session of sex with, but that gun... that gun could change people into whatever he thought about.

He stepped back to get some onions. On his way back he pulled out the toy gun, pulled the trigger and began thinking about what he'd like. A younger Robbie, 23, swimsuit model, still mature for her age, but likes showing off her body.

*ZAP*

the world goes white again, and it fades back again. "I can swear there's something going on outside," a slightly lighter female voice says before you regain your vision.

You see the new Robbie in front of you, or Bee, as she gives you a hungry look over her shoulder. "Cut those onions, or I'm going to get hangry," she commands, and you get back to work quickly. You pay attention to your memories of the sex the past half hour, and you actually can see it updating to the younger and more athletic version of Bee. She's smaller and more energetic.

And she definitely got a tighter body. Eating all of Bee's pussy now was much easier, though pushing your tongue inside of her required more energy.

You also get memories of her forcing you to join her jogging the past months. You look down at yourself and you suspect that you have less fat on your belly than you did a moment ago. That's useful information to have. You didn't know the gun could indirectly change the past with your wishes.

"Stop daydreaming, Tommy, or I might have to punish you," Bee says in a sing-song voice.

"Oh, I'd like to see you try that," you retort quickly and give her butt a slap, causing it to jiggle and Bee to gasp.

"Mierda! Alright, time for punishment," she says sternly as she pulls down her pants and spreads her legs. "Get in there and eat me out, gringo. I want to feel that nose on my asshole and your tongue in my papaya. Better get on with it before Aaron comes home," she adds sweetly as she grabs your hair and forces you down on your knees and stuffs your face into her cunt and asshole.

You dutifully do as you're told and it doesn't take long before various Spanish expletives begin rolling out of Bee's mouth, and before you know it, she's moaning and shuddering and giving you another face filled with girl cum.

"Puta madre," she gasps and lets you get up, handing you a tissue before pulling up her pants again. "You're a horny boy, aren't you? You can't get enough of Bee's picha," she smiles and gives you a kiss before turning back towards the kitchen bench. "Now let's try and stuff our mouths with real food?"