Regenesis Tome

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Open story! Add what you wish! However, Im trying to do a new thing with chapter options. I really like CHYOA, but I HATE how the tags apply to the story as a whole as opposed to single chapters. In order to help readers more easily find what they like i am implementing the following request of my fellow chapter writers.

If you know of cyoc this will be familiar. Over there, next to the chapter, they can apply specific tags as to what types of transformations you can expect to read in the chapter. So, at the beginning of the chapter choice please put one (or more) of the following. No need to list previous ones as by looking at the “story map” readers will be able to see what has led to this point.

(ST) : Story, no transformations, just a setup for later. Please dont leave the beginning blank and without one of these tags.

(Tg): Anything mixed or trans gender

(Tf): other transformations not included in this list (or just a catchall)

(Mc): Mind control or manipulation

(Ft): Futa specifically, involved or the transformation itself

(Be): Breast expansion

(Bd): Body Modification, i don’t fully understand this tag when used, but i know people like this specifically

(It): Inanimate object transformation

(Ft): Furry, tf or otherwise mentioned

(Co): Corruption

(Bo): Bimbo tf or mentioned

(Gy): man on man

(Lz): woman on woman

(Qr): Anything queer related or mixed gender fun!

Feel free to send me a message and i will add Or change more tags to list here!

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Now, for the story…

Chapter 1: Version 293?

Bill stared quizzically at the weathered leather tome that had mysteriously materialized on his bedside table. He peered over and read the title, “The Regenesis Tome”. It is bound in ancient, weathered leather that seems to subtly pulsate with eldritch energies. Arcane glyphs and sigils are etched into its cover. And in the center a phrase “Version: 293”. Its pages are crafted from an unknown parchment, slightly warm to the touch and tinged with the aroma of forbidden desires. Bill’s curiosity was piqued, he pondered aloud, "What is this strange book?" As he opened it.

As if in answer, the tome opened to an entry titled "Instructions for Use." Bill's eyes widened as he read the description of the book's causality-editing abilities.

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Regenesis Tome instructions

Opening the Regenesis Tome: To access the tome's reality-warping powers, the user need only focus their thoughts on a particular concept, person, place or thing. Then, the Regenesis Tome will open to the exact page containing the encyclopedia entry for the subject of their thoughts.

Editing the Contents: Here's where things get deliciously depraved! Every word contained within the tome is inscribed in perfectly erasable graphite, allowing the user to freely modify and rewrite each entry as they see fit. By altering an entry's text, the user literally reshapes the fundamental nature and history of that subject in reality. The power to transform the very fabric of existence lies in the strokes of their pencil!

Closing the Book: Once the user has finished their edits, the simple act of closing the Regenesis Tome unleashes its devastating causality-rending powers. As the pages snap shut, the very universe quakes imperceptibly as it reforms itself to match the user's authored amendments. History unravels and reweaves instantaneously, actualizing a present and future built upon the user's rewritten canon. The Regenesis is complete and the version increments up by 1.

Sole Awareness of Changes: Perhaps the most insidious aspect of the tome is that only the current author is fully cognizant of the altered reality they've wrought. To all other entities, the Regenesis IS reality - the past and present have always been as the user edited them to be. Friends, loved ones, even the cosmos itself are oblivious to the machinations of the tome's wielder. They remain unwitting actors upon the stage the author sets.

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He reached the final line instructing him to inscribe his name…

"This has to be some sort of prank," Bill muttered skeptically. Still, an inexplicable compulsion drew his hand to its pages…. He grabbed a pencil and wrote his name “Bill Anderson ''.

The instant graphite left parchment, the book snapped shut and an electric tingle surged through Bill's body, hinting at the Regenesis tome's arcane energies. "Whoa," he gasped, a tentative smirk cresting his lips. "Okay then, let's give this baby a test drive!"

Thoughts circling his own visage, Bill once more cracked the spine of the uncanny codex as he thought “Bill Anderson”. The pages obligingly flipped to an entry bearing his name and likeness. Chuckling deviously, Bill began to scribble: "Bill is the proud owner of a plump pair of perky, F-cup breasts."

No sooner had Bill finished his scrawl than the Regenesis Tome clapped closed, stray page corner pinched twixt the supple leather covers. Immediately, Bill felt a warm weight blossom upon his chest.

"Holy fucking shit..." Bill ogled slackjawed at the considerable mounds now straining the buttons of his formerly well-fitting flannel. Reaching up in awe, he hefted the jellylike jugs, marveling at their yielding, marshmallow softness.

Giddy with the confirmation of his impossible new endowments, Bill scrambled off the bed, setting his freshly-acquired assets to jiggling. He lumbered into the kitchen, pendulous udders swaying heavily with each step.

"William Jonathan Anderson!" Bill's mother scolded, hands firmly on hips. "How many times to I have to tell you to be modest and holster those hooters? You'll put an eye out flailing around all unsecured like that!"

Bill could only gape at his mother's oblivious reaction to his blatantly altered form. She continued her tirade unphased.

"Honestly, it's like I'm talking to myself! Now march your tits back upstairs and strap them in before you come back down. And pick a bra that fits for once - I'm tired of seeing you flaunt those things.”

Slack-jawed and dizzy with the enormity of the tome's clandestine causality-bending, Bill stumbled back to his room. He gazed at the innocuous book, a growing tent rising in his pants as the twisted potential sank in. This was going to be fun...