A pink room

The room is a fever-dream of pastel pink: walls, ceiling, even the chains are wrapped in baby-pink leather. I’m on my back in the dead center of a heart-shaped bed big enough for a dozen people, and it’s full. Naked women everywhere, all asleep, all perfect.

A redhead had her head in my crotch, sucking on my dick like a pacifier. As I slowly pull her head out, it made a satisfying 'pop' sound. I was surprised at the size of my erect cock, it's atleast a foot long.

I walked out of the bed to see Sunlight coming from the balcony. "Atleast the sun's not pink".

Through the sunlight, I can see a tall figure approaching me. As she is getting closer, her face becomes visible - Sara, my cute neighbour. She's a blonde in her early 20s . But she's a different person now. Those massive tits and ass, thin waist and there's obviously some work done on her face as well. With the hair tied up to a bun and the cat-eye glasses, she looks like one of those professors in a porno. I was so taken aback by her that I almost forgot she's only wearing pink silk satin panties.

"Wow. You're still hard??? Impressive" she said in her authoritative bimbo voice. I started feeling a bit dizzy. She bent down and started to suck my dick. She massaged both of my balls with each hand.

She stopped all of a sudden. Rose up and said "Still Good". Was that a tease?

She put her hands inside her satin panties and pulled out a couple of hundred dollars bills. She shoved it to my face. "That'll be enough for your troubles".

I started feeling an itch on my balls. As I started itching, I saw her DSL. Those lips looked so plump and juicy, it's a crime to not let them around my dick more. She started scooping up the leftover cum from her face and started devouring them from her fingers. Witnessing this, I felt my dick grew another two inches.

She looked back at me with a smirk, but her gaze went downwards and I saw that smirk disappear like it never existed.

"No, not another one.... FUCK FUCK FUCK...."

She started panicking and ran outside room, unsuccessfully trying to lock it from outside.

Something's wrong. But there's no one to ask. My itch started getting intense as I looked around the room for any clues. On the balcony, I can see her laptop is still open. Good. Let me check it out.

I hopped onto Google and searched "balls itch male symptoms" and the Google AI overview loaded up.

"Ball itch in post 1980 males is a common symptom of Viagra overdose. If the itch didn't stop within 30 seconds, it means that you have ingested hazardous levels of Viagra and is about to have a cardiac arrest".

Fuck. What should I do? I shouldn't have edited that Wikipedia page. That's the...

A thought crossed my mind. I quickly logged into my Wikipedia account. Searched the page on human sex ratio and scrolled down to my edits. As I started typing, I can feel a sharp pain in my chest. It's becoming strong. I tried concentrating on the work at hand. I added an additional change to the post 1980s female anatomy.

Submissiveness: Females post 1980s have developed complete devotion to post 1980s male.

As I clicked "Update", I collapsed onto the floor. Changing the world, with just one sentence.