My conscience, and the 7 stages of avoidance. Then...

I sat there for a long time, just staring at the changes I made. I felt so confident when I was writing them, so bold and alive. Now I was numb. Did I really just do that? I just changed reality for my little sister. Just like that. One click of the submit button, and she's a different person. Looking back on it, I could hardly believe that I'd done it, except the changes are staring right back at me. Right there on the screen in black and white.

Then is struck me, what if I did something horribly wrong. What if I worded something in a really bad way, or what if the changes I made had some kind of bad reaction with her, and I just... I don't know.. lobotomized my little sister!? I whipped my head around, looking toward my sisters room. Staring like I could bore a hole in the wall with my eyes. My chest was heaving in air like I was trying to deflate the room around me.

I grabbed the arm of my chair and started to push myself up. I had to see her! I had to make sure she was ok, make sure I didn't....

I fell back into my chair, panic warring with despair. That's it. I fucked her up somehow, I just knew it. My incredible, adorable, wonderful little sister, and somehow I just fucked it all up. Shit! I knew nothing about this thing, and started by using it on Sarah? What the fuck is wrong with me!?

I took a deep breath, hands coming up to scrub at my eyes. I had to relax. Freaking out and being pissed at myself isn't going to fix anything. At least I can hear her moving around, doing god knows what adorable things she does. So I didn't mess up that badly, and if I did mess something up maybe there's still time to fix it.

I turned back to the screen kicking myself for being a colossal fucking idiot, and letting my hard-on do the thinking for me. I need to check what I wrote again, make sure I didn't make any obvious mistakes. If I did, maybe I can write a new change to fix it. If writing a new change even affects and old change... Shit! Ok, no thinking that way now.

I groan at the thought that I can't fix any of this settles back in, but I press on. I see the 3 changes that I've made so far in a new column on the right. The column is labeled: Contingent Reality

I click on my first change, hoping there is an edit option. The text highlights, but it doesn't let me delete it or edit it. However only the text for the first change is highlighted. I click the second change and it lights up as well, the first now going dark. Ok so these are like individual objects, that's nice, but how do I edit them? I clicked back on my first change, and looked around the program for anything like and edit or delete icon, which is why it took me a while to notice the new button I have. It's not an edit or delete icon, but a small icon of an arrow pointing left. It's nestled right between the new column on the right, and the main text field on the left.

I click it, and the text box populates with the text for my 10" cock change. Looking to the right, I notice the change is still there but dim. So the change is still in effect, but I'm able to edit it. Right? Or does the change stop taking affect until it's resubmitted? Wait, what if this means that the change is neither in effect nor not in effect but in some kind of limbo while I'd editing it? A sudden terrifying thought occurs to me and I look down at my crotch. With slight trepidation I reach back into my pants and sigh with relief as my hands meet cock. Thank god! I thought I might be a ken doll down there for a second there.

I quickly edit the change to ready 11" instead of 10", and then click submit. This time keeping my cock in my hand, so I can pay attention for any change.

I feel it change as soon as I hit the submit button. Then I look down, and....well it looks bigger. Not like I have a ruler handy or anything. Not the best test I guess. There is one way to be sure though...

Taking a deep breath, I pull the change back to the editor again, and change 11" to 1". Steeling myself I press submit.

Even ready for it, the sudden sensation of loss in my crotch combined with the sudden lack of meat in my hand makes me yelp and jump a bit in shock. I look down at what is now a cock straight out of a humiliating nightmare, and I grin. A little chuckle escapes my lips, and before I can help it I'm laughing. Hard. Sitting in my chair, tiny cock in hand, laughing like a maniac, and I don't care. This means I can change it. That I can fix it!

Quickly before I think too much I look back to the screen to try my last experiment. I bring the change back to the editor and delete every word. Taking a deep breath and thinking about anything but smooth ken, I **** myself to click submit. My original change disappears from the contingent reality column, and back between my legs is my old average sized cock. Well slightly larger than average actually. But who cares? I don't, which means reality doesn't either.

With another grin, I re-enter my original change...stopping at the last minute to replace the 10" with 11" again. What the hell right? Seeing the familiar sight of my change popping up in the contingent column as I click submit, only this time at the bottom.

Frowning I click on it and try to drag it back up to the top, after all it was my first change it should be at the top, but nothing happens.

"Well that's a bit disappointing. Power the bend reality, but no power to organize?" I think to myself.

Then realizing I'm being an idiot again, I start writing a new change. One to help my new favorite program work a little bit easier for me. The long and short of it. Organization. Ability to drag and drop changes around, ability to create collapsible tabs/folders for different people, or places, or whatever, etc. Honestly I could have spent a lot more time on doing that, but stopped myself at good enough. I had bigger fish to fry.

Returning to the task at hand, I realize I have no idea how to approach my sister with the changes that I've made. Reading them again, I realize I may have gone a bit overboard with how horny she gets because of me. I could probably just walk up to her and say 'want sum dik?', and it would work out. I spend a few minutes thinking about exactly that before deciding against it. My feelings for my sister haven't changed, and as funny as that would be I want her to be happy with the new her, and I want her to keep being happy with me. To that end I think a little modification is in order. I pull my sisters first rule into the editor, and remove the part about her being constantly horny for me, and added some enjoyment to ensure she isn't suffering to badly from this unrequited love.

[My little sister is in love with me, and has been for as long as she's understood the difference between loving your brother, and romantic love. She finds me highly attractive, and physically stimulating. Interacting with me in any positive way is sexually arousing to her in direct proportion to how positive the interaction is otherwise. Thinking about, or being with me in a sexual context is and always will be incredibly sexually arousing for her. I am the only person that my little sister has fantasized about sexually, and the only person that she has ever imagined being married to. Initially my sister would feel guilt for fantasizing about me, knowing that **** is wrong. She would do her best to repress her desires and not act on them, even in private. However eventually she made peace with her desire, and in the last year learned to accept it fully. Since accepting her forbidden love and desire in her heart, being psychically attracted to and aroused by me has become something that she enjoys enough to look forward too, despite the frustration of never being able to act on it, and my little sister has since masturbated while thinking about me on average 12 times a day, at least 3 of which on average are to full climax. The only reason she has yet to approach me about her love and desire, is fear that I would reject her, and her incestuous nature would ruin our relationship, and destroy our family. If she ever thinks that I feel the same about her, she will throw caution to the wind and take her chance at true happiness by propositioning me. She will not be indirect about her desire, and will bluntly ask for what she wants. If we become sexually involved, she will always be blunt, honest, and straight forward with me when asking for her desires]

Submit.

I take the opportunity to write one more rule for my sister, both because it's hot and because I want to make sure she's going to really enjoy tonight. Clicking under her new heading I add the following rule.

[has a massive kink for brother/sister ****, and has scoured the internet for all the brother/sister **** porn she could find. Not only is brother/sister **** porn the most arousing porn to her, it also comforts her to know that she's not alone in her desires.]

-Submit.

Ok maybe that was a step to far, considering everything else I'd already changed but, damn did it sound fun. And hey, I could always change it or remove it if it ended up being too much.

Now I need to set the stage. I want the day to be nice, and I don't want to chance any interruptions. Dad being the workaholic that he is naturally works on Saturdays, but I still want Patricia and him out of the house all day. Grinning I decided that my dad deserves a little treat after working so hard lately. Going to my dad's header I enter the following change.

[on mm/dd/yyyy has a date with his wife, while it's not a special occasion he is none the less excited and looking forward to it, and has planned a wonderful evening for the both of them. After the date, he plans to take his wife to the nicest hotel in town where he has already booked a room courtesy of winning a contest he entered on a whim, and where they will spend the rest of the night in the wonderful and normally very expensive suite. At the end of his work day he well make to leave like he normally does, but be happily surprised by his wife there already waiting for him, and so will gladly start their date night early.]

-Submit.

Nodding to myself, I then click on the heading I made for my step-mother, and enter the following change.

[on mm/dd/yyyy has a date with her husband. She is excited for the date, and plans to leave the house early to go to a spa and get ready. Coincidentally she just happened to win a free spa treatment, at a very high end end spa for this morning, from a contest she entered on a whim. The spa day should be done just in time for her to meet her husband for their date. She plans to leave the house...] I glance at the clock and it's just after 10am [at 11am sharp to make it to her appointment, bringing everything she'll need to spend the rest of the day out, as she plans to head directly to her husbands workplace after the spa and surprise him as he gets off work. She will thoroughly enjoy her spa experience, before even more thoroughly enjoying her date with her husband. Not knowing that he had booked a fancy hotel room for them, she will be jubilantly surprised, and will decide that her husband deserves a reward for being so thoughtful. Once at the hotel and in their suite, she will suck her husbands cock like she is competing in the cock sucking Olympics, and nothing less than gold is acceptable. After her husbands blowjob, she will happily dedicate the rest of the night to satisfying her husbands every desire, in any and every way she possibly can. Like a supernatural entity she will be completely in touch with her husbands physical and emotional needs and desires, and will completely loose herself in making them a reality. She will love every minute of seeing to his needs so much that it astonishes her, and as a consequence will become determined to work harder to sexually satisfy him much better, and much more often in the future. She will wake her husband with another blowjob the following morning, before urging him to spend the morning letting her make him experience heaven until they have to clock out at noon.]

Hey, if she's going to be a gold digging whore, might as well see that she earns it right? Satisfied, I hit Submit.

Taping my finger against my lip and thinking about the evening I just planned for them I decide to make one more change. Clicking on my fathers heading again I enter the following.

[Has always had a larger than average cock. If he has ever thought about having a larger/different cock size before this change is enacted he will end up with his ideal cock, or as close as physically possible while remaining usable and not dangerous for him. If not he will wind up with a respectable and attractive cock in the 80 percentile range of cock sizes.]

-Submit

[starting on mm/dd/yyyy evening, he has the sexual refractory period of a teenaged version of himself again, and always finds his wife to be deeply attractive and arousing.]

-Submit.

[For the entire evening, as well as the following day until noon will be able to perform sexually with little to no refractory between orgasms, and have near superhuman stamina, but will eventually feel pleasant exhaustion after wearing his wife physically and mentally ragged(this will garner no feelings of sympathy towards his wife, but will make him feel a personal sense of satisfaction, pride, and achievement). Will have no negative physical consequences(such as soreness, chaffing, tearing, etc) to any part of his body from the exercise, and will find his wife more sexually arousing and attractive then he has ever found anyone under any circumstances.]

-Submit.

There that should ensure that dad enjoys his evening, while returning mostly to normal after the fact. I briefly considering giving my stepmom some protection from chafing and tearing due to the enhancements I gave my father, but in the end I decided I didn't owe her anything and she'd have to look to her husband for her care.

Looking at the clock, it's now a little after 10:30am. Which means I have half an hour to ponder how may day with Sarah should go.