Test the waters. ( PATH)

Three days ago, you had a dream. It wasn't quite like any dream you've ever had in your life - too vivid, too real by far. You were dreaming of a conversation with a bubble of light, who merely asked, "If you could change the world, what would you change?" Without even thinking, you had explained your ideal fantasy world to this mysterious entity in amazing detail. A world in which that beautiful phrase, "It can't be helped," that phrase that sets a shiver down your spine and a swelling in your loins just thinking about it, has become so widely used to a point of absurdity. A world where you could tear the clothes of a beautiful Asian woman off right there in public, prompting only a sigh and a murmur of "Shikata ga nai." If you had your way, this beautiful phrase from the Far East would simply become the mantra that would let you get away with anything that your heart (or cock) wished for.

If the bubble had a face, you would be certain it had smirked at you.

"This can be done."

That day you had woken up in a cold sweat, still reeling from the vivid dream. Still, it was just a dream, you told yourself, a dream you were willing to shrug off as a symptom of your fantasies. That is, until you saw the card. A gleaming white sheet of paper, folded neatly into a card, sat on your bedside table. Curious, you had opened it, only to reveal ... a receipt. A confirmation of your order for the world to be changed, including the time, date and the specifics of your request. A crisis had struck you, as you tried to check if you were still dreaming. Sure enough, the pinches still hurt and everything made sense. You were sitting in your room, awake, in a new world of your creation.

For three days, you sat on this information, too afraid to act upon it. How could this possibly be real, after all? The receipt was the only thing stopping you from entirely dismissing this out of hand. How could it be there, after all, if this had all been just a dream? It was on that third day, crawling out of bed with rather more determination than usual, that you had decided it best to test the waters, so to speak. Even better, you had the perfect test subjects in mind.

In your house, you are outnumbered by the opposite sex. Living in your parents' home, you naturally find yourself surrounded by family. Your father, big businessman that he is, almost constantly finds himself on the opposite side of the planet to yourself, leaving you with your step-mother and two sisters.

Your step-mother Masumi looks quite young, even in her late 30s. She is your father's most recent wife and the mother of your younger sister. She is very clearly Japanese, with a face very distinctive of that region of the world, neatly combed black hair running straight down her back and gentle, brown eyes that have always made you feel welcome. With the events of your dream still running through your mind, you have been looking rather more at her body than ever before these last few days. She's somewhat shorter than you, with a curvy thickness to her build that emphasises her hips and bust. She dresses quite conservatively, though it does not hide her figure.

Your older sister Rose, just a few years your senior, shares both mother and father with you. She manages to look particularly Asian despite being mixed-race, her face somewhat Western in appearance with a slightly longer nose and a smattering of freckles. Her eyes, a light green, contrast deeply with her straight black hair, cut short and worn a little bit messy. Rose has always been a feature of your fantasies, even being your sister, due in part to her amazing body. Something of an athlete, she has a lightly toned body with sunkissed skin that she doesn't mind showing off in running shorts and singlet tops. One thing that has held her back as an athlete but given her a healthy lead in your sexual fantasies has been the prodigious breasts at her command. You know for a fact that Rose has to get her bras online - ones at the store are never big enough. You also know for a fact that she sometimes just doesn't bother wearing them, a fact that you have thoroughly researched and contemplated in more private hours.

Your younger sister Mei, your step-mother's first and only child, is also fully Japanese. She is your half-sister, given that you both share a father, but you've known her all her life. She has her mother's deep brown eyes and straight black hair, her silky hair extending all the way down to her waist as it tapers down towards a red ribbon near the end. Having recently turned 18, you realise that you have been keeping a much closer eye on her growth than is really acceptable. Despite being an adult, she has a particularly slender body with little growth on her chest, setting her far apart from her older sister. Still, a true breast lover appreciates all sizes, allowing you to admire her particular size for what it is.

This morning, as you eat your breakfast, you look over your family. You eye them with a careful scrutiny, trying to think of what to do to test if these powers are real. Diving right in would almost certainly end in disaster, especially if it was all some crazed delusion. You need something small, just to make sure everything's alright, just to check if it really can't be helped. Finishing up your toast, you go to stand up for a drink when an idea crosses your mind. Mei is sitting next to you in her school uniform, munching through her own toast with rather unladylike speed.

There next to her is a tall glass of orange juice, the special juice that Mei got special just for herself. The juice that you have been dying to drink all week. Some animal part of your brain takes over at that moment, as you snatch up the glass and drain it in a single gulp. Mei stares at you, open mouthed in shock as you empty her glass and put it back down.

"John, that was my juice!" she protests. For a moment you think that you've messed up, but recall the specifics of your desires. They can still be unhappy about your actions, they just won't do anything about it. A smirk crosses your face.

"I was thirsty and there was nothing else to drink," you grin, feeling like an idiot. Mei sighs.

"There was nothing else to drink?" Mei stands up, and for a moment you think she's going to hit you, but she grabs her glass and wanders over to the fridge. "I guess that's true. It can't be helped." A shiver runs down your spine. She said it. It can't be helped. You find your courage surging as you look around you, suddenly gripped by a need to act. Rose's purse is sitting on the counter next to you, so you scoop it up and take a twenty dollar bill out of it, making sure your big sister can see you.

"Hey, what're you doing? That money's mine!" Rose stands up out of her chair now.

"I need it to buy some snacks later," you blurt out, "I spent all my cash already." You brace yourself for your notoriously stingy and particularly strong sister to smack you over the head, but find yourself surprisingly unharmed.

"Eh, if you spent all your money already, it really can't be helped." Rose takes her seat again, suddenly calm. It's true, then. Not a single shred of doubt remains in your mind. The world has changed for your purposes.

You feel like laughing, maybe even crying. You can do whatever you want to any Asian woman you like. You are so engrossed in the sudden realization of your power that you barely notice Masumi tapping you on the shoulder.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Your step-mum looks at you with worry. You go to shake off her concerns when an idea hits you.

"Uh, actually, I'm feeling a bit down today," you respond, starting to reach over towards her. She looks at you, confused.

"Down? What's the matter? What are you-- AAH!" Masumi squeals loudly as you grab the bottom of her shirt and lift it right up, revealing her bra. She looks like she wants to push you away, but at the same time looks to be waiting for some sort of explanation. Your sisters are looking over, curious but not hostile. You keep tugging her shirt, pulling her arms up as you take it off completely, before working on her bra.

"John, stop! What are you doing?" she squirms slightly as you unclip her bra, before pulling the garment off of her as well. Her breasts are bared for all to see, each a healthy handful in size, her dark nipples just the way you imagined them.

"Isn't it obvious?" You can't help but smirk as your hands touch her bare skin, sliding up her sides to cup her breasts, "The only way I can feel better is if I play with your body!" You're too far gone to listen to reason. If the police were to arrive right now, they would have to physically tear you away from Masumi's chest. Fortunately, reason no longer has a place here.

"I ... I guess it can't be helped, sweetie! If it will make you happy, you can play with my body as much as you need to!" That was all the permission you needed. You take Masumi's hand and lead her away from the table, not-too-gently laying her down on the couch. You grab her pants, pulling them off underwear and all, leaving your step-mother completely naked before you. She looks slightly embarassed, perhaps a little confused, but makes no effort to cover herself up. Diving on top of her, you fondle her body like a man possessed. You grope her breasts harshly, playing with them as though you were kneading dough, pinching her nipples excitedly. To her credit, Masumi's light blush is the only reaction to this whole event so far. You can see it in her eyes, how convinced she is that she is just performing a motherly duty for her son. You can almost hear what she's thinking right now, as your hands slide down her soft belly down to her wide hips and thighs.

There's just no other way to make a boy in this mood happy again but to let him play with your body, she thinks to herself as you rub her thighs and ass with your hands. I'd do anything to make him happy - any mother would do the same for their own son of course. She gently complies as you flip her over onto her stomach, her ass jiggling as it goes. You pull off your pants, possessed by lust, your erection threatening to break your zipper even as you tug away your clothes. Placing your cock between her ass-cheeks, you feel your hands sinking into her soft flesh as you push either cheek together. It feels better than anything your hand could ever give you as you thrust back and forth, rubbing your dick against your step-mother's ass slowly at first, picking up pace as you go along and get into your stride. Pre-cum begins to seep from your tip, slowly lubricating Masumi's rear end as you go along. This lubrication has an unintended side effect; every thrust you make seems to catch slightly on her butthole as you push harder, the realisation causing your seed to swell inside you.

"Masumi, where should I cum?" you ask, panting slightly with the exertion.

"Just don't make a mess, sweetie. I've already had my shower." As you rub faster and faster, you try to think. Even though you are her, you don't want to go against her wishes. Especially not when you've thought of a perfect way to make both of you happy. Slowing your thrusts slightly, you lean forward and hug Masumi from behind, groping her breasts.

"Are you ready? I'm gonna cum now. I promise I won't make too much mess." Masumi fails to respond, even as you ready your next move. Pulling your hips back a bit, you feel for that _catch _as the tip of your dick finds her anus. Without a hint of ceremony, you plunge your cock straight into your step-mother's asshole, right down to the base. Her warm, tight interior welcomes you like a motherly embrace, even as you spray your seed all over her insides. You cum for what feels like an eternity, dumping the biggest load of your life directly into Masumi's hole, weakly thrusting as you feel the life drained out of you. Panting furiously, you give her a kiss on the cheek and slowly lift yourself up. You indulge yourself as you pull your length out of her lazily, watching the ring of her asshole deform around the tip of your cock before being left slightly gaping, a trail of white sneaking out of it.

To your surprise, your cock is still rock hard. Standing there, naked and fully erect, cum dripping slightly out of the tip of your dick, you look at your sisters. Both of them just saw you a woman, their expression one of complete and utter ... normality. After all, it can't be helped.