Polishing an idea

Emma looked at herself in her mirror. She did her best to twist and turn so she knew what she looked like from every angle. Long and lean was the best way to describe her over six foot tall body. A far cry from the just under five foot tall body she had been born with.

"God bless that Rulebook." Emma murmurred.

Looking down at herself she did have a moment of consternation. She had no tits. Casting her eyes to the mirror she checked her backside. She was also flat as a pancake there too.

"Crap." Emma grumbled.

She'd never been a curvy girl. But when she had been barely under five feet tall her smaller assests had been rather nicely proportional. Now on her long and lean frame... she had as many curves as a 2 by 4.

Emma found her eyes wandering to the Rulebook. Nothing said she had to remain this way, tho. With the Rulebook she could make sure she had curves that made Salma Hayek envious.

Picking up the Rulebook she opened to the page she had been writing on. She stared at her contributions. One rule for her. One rule for evey asian woman.

And wasn't that one rule a doozy.

It wasn't like she could have known the Rulebook could do what it did. Emma wished she hadn't written it in pen, making it permanent.

It was one thing to have a fetish, it was another to **** that fetish on every other asain woman. And given that men with that particular size of endowment were few and far between she had inadvertently ensured every other asian woman was in some way shape or form sexually frustrated.

"Crap." Emma ran her hands thru her hair. Not exactly her shinning moment.

Looking at the Rulebook Emma was caught by a new thought. There was nothing stopping her from alleviating the dearth of men who measured up. A stroke of the pen and suddenly every man could be Mandingo.

What could go wrong?

Emma chewed on her lower lip as she wondered what she was missing. There had to be a downside she just wasn't seeing. An unintended consequence. Emma asked herself what would be the realistic outcome of everyone living her fantasy of fucking men with monstrous foot long or longer cocks?

Emma winced.

The reality of it was, the female form was not designed to handle that size or larger. Add in all the selfish lovers and bad lays, violent rapists and other such types... a lot of women would be in for a world of hurt.

Emma found herself looking down at Rulebook. Nothing said it had to be that way. With the Rulebook reality was what she said it was.

Picking up her pencil Emma tried to think of the right words to write. Best to avoid any misunderstandings and unintended consequences. Clear clinical, non slang terminology was probably best.

Old Rule: A woman's vagina is capable of stretching to recieve a phallus up too twenty inches in length.

Old Rule: the larger the phallus inserted into a woman's vagina the greater the sense of pleasure the woman will recieve.

Emma felt something run thru her. Whatever energy it was that made the Rulebooks changes she guessed. A brief shiver and the rules of the world changed to her whims. Speaking of her whims, time to do something about the quality of cocks in the world. Now how to make those rules she just wrote pay off?

Old Rule: one in four men is a skilled, caring, gifted, long lasting lover with a phallus anywhere from ten inches to sixteen inches long.

Old Rule: If the phallus is long enough to reach/touch the cervix a multiple orgasm of a great magnitude is assured as the cervix has four times the nerve endings of the clitoris.

Emma damn near orgasmed as that reality warping energy ran thru her this time.

Her new memories of this new world were... very satisfying. Her sexual history wasn't long at five guys fucked but at least now she had three big cocks to her name. A twelve incher when she lost her virginity with her first boyfriend, Jack. A sixteen incher with Barry her rebound guy after her first big break up. And a random hook up ten incher the summer before college started. The other two were a regular five incher in high school and disappointing barely four incher freshman year of college.

Emma whined as her memory wandered over that magnificent sixteen inches she'd once taken from Barry. There really was nothing like being stuffed full. Her fantasy of being crammed full of cock paled in comparison to her new reality of an all too real flesh and blood cock kissing her cervix with its glans. Barry's skillful fucking had blown her mind in a epic tsunami of multiple, multiple orgasms as his dick continually touched her cervix for the better part of a half hour.

Emma sighed and leaned back in her chair. She had created a problem and had then solved said problem. Now there were plenty of dicks big enough for every Asian woman who wanted one. And she had even had the forethought to troubleshoot before writing something down in the Rulebook. "That solves that. I'm getting the hang of this."

Filled with confidence that she could handle the Ins ans Outs of the Rulebook and with a big grin on her face Emma considered what she should do next.