A Bimbo-y Reality Change!

by AsuraBurst

Summary:

When Alan gets his hands on a notebook that can change all of reality, what's the worst that can happen?

Alan nervously stared at the notebook before him… no, not a notebook. A composition book? The black-and-white thing students used. He hadn’t been in school for a while. He had taken a day off work, citing some apparent ‘stomach problems.’ His boss had given him a stern talking-to, but it felt distant as he stared at the unassuming booklet. It looked completely normal, with a single word scratched on the front: ‘EVERYTHING .’ He had received it in the mail, in an unmarked package. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he opened the strange gift. No doubt it was meant for someone else; he hadn’t ordered a notebook, and his children wouldn’t have. It was the middle of winter break and couldn’t end soon enough. There was no reason for his kids to buy a notebook. So, in the spirit of inquisitiveness, he opened the middle of it. And blanched at the contents. It was filled top to bottom with notes upon notes, endless details about, well, everything. The first dozen or so pages were filled with strange statements about the universe at large: gravity is this, and inertia is that, as if reaffirming what everyone knew to be true. It went into more and more detail, ironing out every last bit about how reality functioned, but it was several steps above Alan’s pay grade. He was a simple office worker, not a rocket scientist! 

 

At that moment in time, Alan assumed one of his twin daughters had asked a friend of hers to send her notes or something, nothing out of the ordinary. He easily could’ve tossed it onto the dining room table, maybe stuck a note on it saying it was delivered, and left it at that. But a simple whim changed everything. Out of curiosity, he decided to flip to the end. He stuck his weathered thumb onto the side of the notebook and began to flip. And flip. And flip. It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize something was amiss. It was early in the morning, and he had to shower and get dressed for work soon, maybe even breakfast if he had the time. After a full ten seconds of flipping, his sleeping neurons finally fired. His eyes flicked to the page number. Over four hundred. He glanced at the side of the booklet, about a centimeter thick. He dropped the notebook and swore. 

 

Back to the present, Alan was still staring daggers at the benign book, waiting for it to do something weird. He carefully, gingerly, lifted up the cover—a normal table of contents. He had skipped over it. He wasn’t much of a book reader these days, but he still maintained the habit of skipping over the contents; they tended to spoil stuff. This time, he flipped through them thoroughly. The first fifty or so pages were just the table, going through each and every topic imaginable. The Universe, suns and moons, planet Earth, animals and plants, all the way to humans. It seemed that everything was in here. And the contents themselves were bizarre as well! He had skimmed over it previously, but it didn’t seem informative at all! The whole notebook, or at least the section he was reading, was just basic rule after rule! ‘Gravity on Earth is one g. The speed of light is c. The radius of a circle is this. Blah Blah Blah!’

 

Alan snapped the book shut. It was magical, that's for sure. That, or he had accidentally received some crazy technological thingamabob from some secret government laboratory, and he was about to be shot. 

 

Alan waited a few seconds, trying not to sweat.

 

No, that didn’t seem to be the case. Magic it is, then. Alan could feel the excitement bubbling up from his core. He was a nerd at heart, the type that played tabletop and video games before they were popular. An actual magical thing was in front of him! His hands shook as he opened it again, scanning the table of contents for something that might interest him. He eventually settled for Humans, which was an insane ten thousand pages deep! He sighed slightly before letting the pages flip before him, fluttering as hundreds of thousands of words flickered before his eyes. Eventually, he landed on it. He sucked on his thumb as he glanced at the innumerable words, his thumb cut from the constant page flipping. 

 

Alan was slowly getting a feel for this notebook. It was basically describing what was possible. ‘The average human is this tall, with highs and lows of this and that.’ Of course, it also mentioned random mutations and the like, outliers. Even so, it still had maximum values. It was somewhat engrossing, as Alan found himself forgetting to blink, going through page after page of the most minute minutiae he’d ever read. When his wife walked in, he found himself on a page about the human body, specifically, the average size of breast tissue. Alan had to stop himself from jumping, slamming the notebook closed as if it were a forbidden secret. Beyond the fact that it was utterly inundated with words, it looked entirely normal from the outside. 

 

“You feelin’ okay, sweetie? I didn’t hear your car drive away! You call in sick?” His wife, Zoey, asked. Her face was twisted in worry, one hand clasped on his shoulder. Alan took a moment to look back at his wife, appreciating her concern. She was of average height, with light brown, waist-length hair that was perpetually tied into a ponytail. Zoey was a bit of a health nut, which was entirely apparent judging by her stature. What she lacked in height, she more than made up with fitness, as she lacked any sign of her three pregnancies. She was toned, tanned, and the love of Alan’s life. If he had to issue a single flaw, which he’d rather die than say in front of her, it would be her lack of… assets. She was fairly muscular, of course, which could satisfy most, but her front was flat, to say the least. Even after three pregnancies, she barely filled out a B-cup and usually hung around A. Everything else about her was perfect: her boyish charm, outgoing attitude, and passion for life. It’s just…

 

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Just had a bit of a stomach bug. Wanted to call in sick, just in case. Let me finish this, and I’ll watch the kids for a bit. We haven’t had a board game night in a while, right?”

 

Zoey beamed down at Alan, clapping him on the shoulder before walking to his side and glancing at the notebook.

 

“Work I guess?”

 

“Something like that. I’ll be done… soon. I think.”

 

“Gotcha. In the meantime… I’ll be cleaning up your office! It's turning into a total man cave!”

 

Alan spun around on his chair in utter exasperation.

 

“Come one! You sleep in her one time, and suddenly, it’s a man cave!”

 

“Hey, you said it, not me. Anyways, what, you don’t like having your own maid wait on your hand and foot? Clean up your… gross socks?”

 

“You know I like to kick them off the moment I get home. Also, they’re not that gross. Don’t give me that look; I’ve barely worn them for a year!”

 

Zoey shook her head in exasperation before ducking behind some cabinets, searching for the elusive dirty socks. Alan huffed in mild exasperation, jerking to attention when he realized he’d been spinning a pencil in his hand the entire time. He stifled a snort. He still had that habit after twenty years? Shaking his head in amusement, he looked back at the notebook, his eyes settling on the passage dictating female breast size for humans. The minimum was the same as males, utterly flat. A bit of mischievousness entered his mind. Zoey obviously wouldn’t know; it would do nothing, but it’d make him feel better, at least. He deftly erased the minimum and put in a new cup size: DD. Even though his childish prank did nothing, Alan somehow felt like he won the argument. There! Even though he had gross socks, now Zoey had bigger tits! It was utterly moronic and pointless, but it made Alan grin regardless. Sighing to himself, he turned back around and checked up on Zoey. She was still hidden behind the cabinets, attempting to extract a used article of clothing that must’ve fallen between the cracks years prior. His jaw dropped as she finally extricated herself. 

 

“Zoey! What happened to your tits!?”

 

Zoey reeled back as if struck before her face darkened. She slammed her fists to her hips, cocking them as she stared down her husband, her face an annoyed mask. The movement traveled up to her huge breasts, her cleavage jiggling softly, basically announcing that she had no bra under her tight garments! 

 

“Alan! What did I say about that sort of language? Especially when one of the kids could be hearing! I don’t want Ava or Beatrice hearing that kind of gross stuff coming from you! And what if Zack heard it? He’d be yelling it at every women he sees!”

 

Alan didn’t hear a word; he was far too busy staring at his wife's massive chest. It had practically quintupled in size, stretching out her shirt to the max. Every gesticulation caused them to ripple and bounce, making it nearly impossible to even look up at his wife. Eventually, the deafening sound of silence caused his nonexistent hackles to rise. He managed to tear his eyes away from Zoey’s cleavage, internally cringing as he glanced at her face. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a look of disgust or rage, more of a wry smile, staring between his legs with an amused grin. Alan looked down before internally shriveling up; he had a massive fucking boner stretching out his pants! He was entirely average, of course, a solid five-ish inches. At this point, however, he was pushing five and a half; the combination of his tomboy wife suddenly rocking a massive pair of jugs was making him harder than diamonds!

 

“Really? Was the stomach bug just an excuse for this?”

 

Alan babbled incoherently for a moment, his entire world cracking around him, before Zoey leaned towards him, her cleavage taking up his entire view. She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. 

 

“If you were that excited, you should’ve told me! I would’ve worn something a bit… better. Unless you like my current outfit!”

 

Zoey leaned back, giving a slight twirl, showing off her sports gear. She was mostly a runner, jogging on the gym treadmill for hours at a time, keeping her entire body sleek and trim. During the summer, she usually had an amazing tan going on, making her look mildly exotic from her frequent outdoor jogs. Sadly, it was far too cold for outdoor running; she had to make do with indoor exercise. Nevertheless, Zoey’s current attire certainly did it for Alan. At the same time, he always appreciated her runner’s body, utterly streamlined and brimming with stamina; her current top-heavy form was doing things to Alan he never thought possible! 

 

“Y-YES!” Alan choked out, his knuckles a stark white as they gripped the sides of his chair. 

 

“They, I mean, You look great today! I just wanted t-to spend some time with you!” Alan managed to force out, cringing slightly at the mangled words. Thankfully, Zoey seemed to get the picture as she slid up behind him, making him jump as he felt something utterly foreign smush against the back of his neck. 

 

“So, you’re saying you wanted to take some time off work, even going as far as lying about it, just to ‘hang out’ with me?” 

 

Alan could hear the condescension oozing out of every syllable. He gritted his teeth as he murmured out the truth.

 

“I wanted to have sex with you.”

 

“What was that?”

 

“...I-I wanted to have sex with you.”

 

“Maybe make it a bit more… spicy?”

 

“I wanted to fuck you?”

“That’ll work, sweetie~”

 

Alan could feel a grin slowly forming on his face as his suddenly buxom wife, an impossible dream, crept around him, hunkering down as she stared lecherously at his straining cock, kept back by only a thin layer of fabric. 

 

“Though, It’ll only be a blowjob. I forgot to buy condoms. I’m also not on the pill right now, and I definitely don’t want any more kids.”

 

Alan could feel an argument forming in his throat and managed to suppress it. Glancing down into the depths of his wife’s cleavage, he thought of an alternative, something possibly more enticing than sex at the moment.

 

“What about a titjob?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Oh, a titjob is where you–”

 

“Sweetie. I know what a titjob is. I’ve probably given more to you than times we’ve actually had sex. It just tends to hurt a bit, y’know? Especially since we don’t have an lotion anywhere!” Zoey said, almost barking with laughter. Alan nodded confusedly for a moment. She’s never given him a titjob before! Regardless, a normal blowjob felt like a waste, especially since he wouldn’t be able to see those beautiful new knockers of hers! Maybe…

 

“Actually, I think I have a better idea. Could you turn around for a moment? I have a surprise for you.”

 

Zoey’s eyebrow rose a smidge before she shrugged, standing up and spinning on her bare heel. 

 

“Sure. If its a bow-tie around your dick, consider yourself a dead man.”

 

Alan stifled a chuckle as he turned around. It was a call-back to their dating days, one of the decisions that came close to costing him his relationship. They’ve long since gotten over it, thankfully, turning it into a joke between the two of them. Shaking his head, Alan dismissed the swarm of nostalgia threatening to disrupt his plan. He had an idea that could be considered an experiment for this seemingly mystical notebook. There was usually a small amount of blank space on every page as if the author had left it that way on purpose in case they ever needed to add something new. Finding the page he left off, he glanced briefly at his small edit, his mind thinking about the greater effects. Was it possible that it affected every single woman on Earth? Alan’s eyebrows knitted together momentarily as he struggled to imagine the sheer scope, the power he potentially wielded. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as his wavering pencil began writing; it was something he’d think about later. For now, he had something special for his wife if this really worked. After a brief scribble, he set the pencil down, smiling as he read what he had written.

 

‘Female humans have exceptionally sensitive mammaries, to the point that any touch elicits sexual excitement. At the same time, the skin on their breasts is always silky smooth, never getting damaged, no matter how much friction is applied.’

 

Alan nodded once to himself before spinning his chair around and looking back at Zoey. Her back was still turned, so any changes were impossible to notice… actually, her shirt seemed a little off. Regardless, he coughed lightly into his fist, getting his wife’s attention. 

 

“Done! Turn around now, darling!”

 

Alan’s jaw dropped as Zoey turned around. She was missing her shirt! Wait, that wasn’t right. Her shirt had changed! Her breasts stood at attention, with her shirt steering clear of them, circling her abdomen and covering her shoulders. It was as if her shirt was purposefully made to avoid touching her breasts but cover everything else! He wanted to say something, but he was utterly awestruck. Not just by the now-apparent power he currently wielded, but by his wife’s amazing tits! They were the softest, juiciest pair of jugs Alan had ever seen in his life; it was like they were computer-generated! While he’s, of course, seen bigger in porn, none came anywhere close to being as smooth and perfect as his wife’s pair! They were effortlessly firm, beautifully shaped, and endlessly erotic! It took everything the middle-aged man had to stay in his seat, the protrusion in his pants getting slightly darker as a bit of pre leaked out. 

 

“Sooo… where’s the surprise?” Zoey asked curiously, utterly nonplussed by her current attire. Even though her nipples were rock-hard, inch-long nubs that begged to be sucked, she seemed none the wiser!

 

“Um, It’s, Umm…” Alan gulped, suddenly realizing his error. He had assumed, even though all signs pointed to the contrary, that she’d realize that her tits were different, now a tool built for titjobs! It was only when Alan saw her expression that he understood; everything he changed went entirely unnoticed by everyone but him! No matter how he changed Zoey, she’d think it was normal! Now that he was put on the spot, Alan couldn’t think of an excuse! Her tits were practically hypnotizing him, turning his once-intelligent brain into mush as horniness took over his mind! 

 

“Ugh, were you just staring at my butt!? I mean, fuck, I’m flattered, but just say so next time! It’s a bit embarrassing being stared at like that!”

 

Alan could only nod mutely at his wife’s assumptions as she squatted in front of him, undoing his belt and dropping his trousers as if it were second nature. An incredibly turgid cock sprang at Zoey, slapping her in the face, causing her to coo softly. He could feel extra blood pulse into his dick as his wife, his soulmate, stared at it hungrily, opening her mouth as she prepared to devour it. 

“W-Wait! What about the titjob?”

 

Zoey cringed slightly at the word, letting go of Alan’s member as she leaned back, instinctively covering her chest. Strangely, her hands only hovered over them, not making any contact with the hearty tits at any point. 

 

“Hnnn… with the kids here, honey? I’d love to, of course, but we need to prepare for something like that! You can’t just spring it on me! We’d have to get the kids out of the house or go to a hotel or something! 

 

Alan’s brows knit in confusion. What the hell was Zoey talking about?

 

“I mean… it’s just a titjob.” Alan said dispiritedly as he reached towards Zoey’s prodigious bosom, lightly caressing the mound of tit-flesh. His eyes widened as Zoey’s body stiffened, every muscle frozen momentarily as her face slackened. A high-pitched keening sound erupted from her throat, as well as a splatter on the ground. His wife just squirted, just from touching her tits! His utter bewilderment only increased as she fell on her back, breathing erratically through her gritted teeth, her hips pumping into the air as she came over and over again. Alan could feel sweat drip down his back, as well as his cock letting loose a few drops from this intensely erotic display! It was like his wife had turned into some sort of uncouth, wild animal, a slut orgasming from the slightest touch! His mind raced, attempting to figure out how this could happen. Quickly, he spun back around, staring at the notebook. As fast as possible, Alan erased a small section and added a bit, hoping this would be enough.

 

‘Female humans have sensitive mammaries, to the point that any touch elicits minor amounts of sexual excitement.’

 

It seemed to do the trick, as Zoey’s breathless wheezes and gasps, as well as the thuds from her ass smacking the ground from her orgasmic hip thrusts, slowly ebbed. Alan quickly spun around, sighing in relief as Zoey glanced back at him quizzically, sitting on the floor, slightly red-faced but otherwise unharmed. Her shirt had changed again as well. It was now covering her tits again, but the material was scandalously thin, to the point of practically being transparent. While no small part of him enjoyed his wife’s ecstatic, almost drooling face, it also equally disturbed him. The power to turn her into a pleasure-seeking bimbo with but a few written words… scared him. Before his thoughts could turn further inward, ratcheting up his anxiety, something primal alerted him. He was still horny as fuck! Alan cleared his throat awkwardly before beginning to speak.

 

“So…. about that titjob?”

 

Zoey blinked a few times before smiling slyly, grabbing the hem of her shirt and throwing it over her head, letting her bare breasts free once more. They seemed hardly changed from Alan’s perspective. Maybe her nipples were a bit less hard, slightly less flushed with blood. 

 

“Anytime, buster. You know how it gets me going~! Though, are you sure you’ll have enough stamina after you flip my switch?”

 

Alan smiled, flexing his pelvic muscles, forcing his cock to slap against his protruding stomach. He wasn’t fat , just a bit… hefty. A dad bod. Enough to cuddle; that’s what Zoey said, at the very least. Regardless, his wife followed the motions of his dick like a serpent entranced by a charmer, slowly hovering over it. She cooed as she grasped her hefty breasts; Alan could tell that, even with the changed rule, she still felt a not-so-insignificant amount of pleasure from merely handling her double d’s. With a hefty plap, she let go of her massive mammaries, shifting from side to side as the heat emanating from Alan’s cock made her already-soaked panties flood with newfound arousal. Alan had to hold back a growl as Zoey began to work his shaft, his turgid cock disappearing into her valley with every hefty stroke. It felt so good!

 

“F-Fuck, c’mon babe, harder!” Alan groaned, his hips twitching, making his cock plap softly against the underside of his wife’s breasts. Zoey grinned before heartily moaning as she squeezed her tits against his member, her uber-soft skin almost acting like lotion, allowing her to speed up her ministrations to an absurd degree. Alan could only sit there with a white-knuckled grip as Zoey’s tits became a blur, milking his cock! It seemed like her actions were affecting Zoey just as much as her eyes began to cross from the sheer pleasure of it all! After only a full minute of tit-fucking, neither of them could hold back anymore! Zoey slammed her chest into Alan’s pelvis, smushing her breasts until the tip of his cock was poking out between her voluminous cleavage. She greedily sucked on the tip, her pussy squirting as she came just from her breasts alone! The part of her that wasn’t orgasming helplessly enjoyed feeling arc after arc of her husband’s jizz coating the back of her throat, pooling onto her tongue in a stringy, salty mess! After half a dozen shots, it seemed like Alan’s well had run dry; Zoey tilted her head back until her husband could see the depths of her mouth, the pool of spunk almost steaming on her tongue. She then swallowed, taking several gulps to down his salty load, before opening her mouth once more, letting loose a satisfied burp. 

 

Alan has never been more aroused in his life. Sadly, as the saying goes, ‘the spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.’ He wasn’t a young man anymore, able to fuck for hours at a time. Even as Zoey spun around, tearing a hole in her yoga pants, staring at Alan with a crazed look in her eyes, his cock continued to lower, growing more and more flaccid even as his heart hammered with arousal. Another idea flashed in his head as he quickly spun around, the pencil shaking in his jittery hand. He flipped pages as fast as he could, ignoring his wife’s pleas and calls, begging him to plow her stupid. Finally, he got to it: the page about male humans. Finding the first empty spot, he wrote in it.

 

‘ Human males have zero–’

Alan paused. His wife’s orgasmic, mind-breaking face crossed his mind as he stayed his hand. Maybe starting small would be wise.

 

‘ Human males have no refractory periods when incredibly aroused, enough to satiate their partner and then some.’

 

The moment Alan put down his pencil, he nearly doubled over as he felt something deep within him churn and shift. He still felt tired but no longer as spent. It was as if there was a hidden well of energy inside of him, and he could only tap it when he was truly excited. Glancing back at his wife’s clapping ass, her pussy leaking down her thighs, he guessed that this was more than enough to satisfy his new changes. Grunting as he stood up, Alan lazily jerked off his burgeoning cock, happy that he didn’t feel any sort of pain or discomfort that came from attempting to have sex back-to-back. Besides the mild fatigue, he felt he could go a few more times without becoming flaccid! 

 

The next thirty minutes were pleasurable and brutal for both participants. Zoey couldn’t recall the last time Alan went this hard, flooding her womb half a dozen times with each full-bodied thrust. She belatedly worried about having to buy a morning-after pill, but Alan’s hip-slamming movements soon eroded away the thought. As for Alan, he was simultaneously on cloud nine and about to pass out. He was huffing and puffing by the third orgasm and was close to seeing spots by the sixth. Thankfully, he was saved by his wife, as she quickly called a time-out, hobbling out of the room, her hand covering her crotch, attempting to prevent the cum from flowing out. With an exhausted groan, Alan collapsed once more into his chair, laying his head against the headrest, wallowing in the sexual stench permeating the air. Even though his body was beyond tired, his mind still raced, thinking up more and more rules to write in the notebook. While Alan considered himself somewhat of a gentleman, he knew he couldn’t hold back on changing things in his favor. He always had some fetishes that were better kept secret. Ones that would make his progressive wife divorce him on the spot. Thankfully, it seemed like anything he wrote could be removed as well. Might as well try some stuff out then, right? 

 

Cracking his knuckles, he spun the pencil in his hand a few times before getting to work. Alan started with the obvious.

 

‘ Alan Wilson is the Ceo of his company. He is incredibly rich, popular, and women can’t help but fall in love with him.’

 

Alan leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and waited for the magic to happen. A second passed. And then another. After the third, he peeked a glance. Nothing had changed. Bewildered, he glanced around before checking his banking account on his phone. No change. Confusedly, Alan looked at the notebook and let out a soft gasp at what he saw. The words he wrote were fading! In less then a minute they completely disappeared, leaving a blank space behind. Alan wracked his brain for a reason. It worked on Zoey! Right? Flipping through the notebook, he stared at what he had written earlier. What could be the difference? Experimentally, he wrote on the blank page again in the human chapter.

 

‘Humans have glowing fingernails.’

 

The moment Alan put the period down, his fingernails began to glow dully, as if he had put a flashlight behind them. He quickly erased what he wrote before trying something new.

 

‘Alan Wilson has glowing fingernails.’

 

Nothing. Alan could feel a surge of pride flow through him as he realized he had just uncovered one of the notebook's secrets! It couldn’t affect individual people, only groups! Now, how to exploit this? For one, there was an easy way to become popular with women! Just make more of them!

 

‘The Human race is 80%–’

 

Alan stared at the number for a moment before quickly erasing it. The ratio should be even more skewed if he wanted to live out his ideal life—that, and maybe some personal upgrades.

 

‘The Human race is 90% female. All female humans are intensely beautiful and have full figures. Humans age far slower, living for 200 years on average.’

 

Alan felt starkly different once he put his pencil down. He felt… better? Healthier? Something. His office had also changed a tad, looking more like a work-at-home-styled room. It made sense once he thought about it for a moment. As a male, he probably had special privileges. Glancing around the room, he saw a family photo that was usually kept in his office at work. Again, it made sense that it had moved here instead. Before, it was a lovely family picture, with him in the back, standing next to his wife, smiling. His daughters and son were in the foreground, attempting to be civil with one another. Classic and normal, all things considered. Taking it down from the shelf, he almost gaped at the changes. His wife was fucking gorgeous! She was like every model rolled into one, with curves that nearly busted through her clothing! Zoey even maintained her athletic look even after becoming something akin to a supermodel! But what really made Alan gasp was his twin daughters! He felt somewhat guilty as his cock surged to life, his arousal coming back just from staring at his stacked kids!

 

His daughter, Ava, was always the stereotypical gal. Blond, fun, and full of energy. She was always a cheerleader in every grade and was currently studying to be a nurse. She even had a girlfriend! Before, she had inherited her flat-chestedness from her mother, earning her a graceful dancer’s suppleness. Now, though, she was an utter bombshell! She looked like a total blond bimbo, complete with ponytails, a sucker in her mouth, and massive perky tits! Thankfully, she hadn’t lost her intelligent spark, if the bright look in her eyes was any indication. Next to her was Beatrice, who refused to be called by her given name. Ever since she could talk, it was always ‘Bea.’ Before, she was a total goth. Black nails, dyed hair, piercings, and Alan could swear she had gotten a tattoo when he wasn’t looking! She was in an all-female band at the moment, and the name was escaping his distracted mind. Now, she struggled to look like a proper rebel with curves that killer! Her clothing strained against her assets, looking fit to burst if she even moved the wrong way! Like her sister, she also leaned that way, most likely dating one of her bandmates at the moment. All three of the women in his life were complete jaw-droppers! 

 

And then, of course, there was his son, Zack. He looked exactly the same after the changes, which was expected. He was a precocious little kid, ten years old, and doing his best to get into trouble. Even in their family photo, Zack was goofing off, sticking bunny ears over the twin’s heads. He was the family favorite, doted on by every member. Alan let it slide; he was just a kid, after all. 

 

Alan shakily put the picture frame next to his notebook, which was useful to glance at as he continued his work. The picture had shifted something in him, something that was impossible to revert. He felt his desires growing, his hidden fetishes and tastes resurfacing after being dormant for so long. Fantasies sprung to life before his very eyes, massive-chested bimbos with waspish waists, Asses that bounced and quaked with each step, fat wobbling cock-suckers that drooled with each smack of the lips. Pure femininity, with utterly vacant faces, entirely devoid of intelligence. Thankfully, Alan was a bit of a connoisseur when it came to bimbo porn. While he adored the general look, talk, and actions, he didn’t quite like their… absence of intelligence, for lack of a better term. Of course, they still needed to sound ditzy and look like they had nothing rattling around in their skulls, but Alan couldn't get it up for bimbos lacking complete intelligence. It was like fucking a child or something to that effect! No, while they needed to have the physicality and mannerisms of cock-hungry size-queen bimbos, they needed some semblance of intellect! Especially since, with a population of over ninety percent of humanity, they needed to run society! 

 

Nodding in agreement to himself, Alan picked up his pencil, deciding to start small. Mental changes first.

 

‘Human women are interested in human male genitalia above all else. To them, it dictates success and powe–’

 

Alan paused, keeping his pencil on the paper. Thankfully, the changes seemed to begin only when he lifted it. Though he’d deny it, Alan was barely in the middle as far as cock size goes. If he finished the sentence as-is, there was a non-zero chance that his family would disappear, with his wife taking an interest in another man’s dick. But how to change that?

 

‘ To them, it dictates success and power. Human males also have incredibly large phalluses, with the minimum length being six inches. Cock size is a good indicator of physical abilities and intelligence; the bigger, the smarter and stronger the owner. ’

 

Alan cringed slightly as he paused his writing. He couldn’t think of anything else that could help! He couldn’t specify himself, and any changes he made affected men at large! He just had to hope it was enough and that his family would return if he erased the passage. With bated breath, he continued to write. 

 

‘When it comes to male genitalia, female humans have massively lowered inhibitions. They don’t mind having sex with strangers as long as their genitals match their size-queen tendencies.’

 

Alan thought of his daughters for a moment and sighed.

 

‘Humans that feel attraction to the same sex still do. In the case of female humans, those who feel attraction to the same sex will find their inhibitions massively lowered towards other female humans while simultaneously maintaining their deep-seated interest in large phalluses.’

 

Alan paused for a moment, scanning what he had written. He was practically a wingman for his daughters, helping them score chicks who’d fall head over heels for their… ‘assets.’ If what he wrote works, any gay girl would practically tackle his daughters! However, Alan still added a section for himself. Now he’ll be able to have some fun with some lesbians whenever he wants! As long as he passed the cock-size test, of course. Speaking of which…

 

Alan slowly lifted the pencil from the notebook and waited for the changes, staring at the family portrait all the while. It blurred for a moment before clearing up, revealing a new scene. Alan was off to the side, a forced smile on his face, while the center of the frame seemed to focus on his son, Zack. He was sitting on his wife’s lap, with Zoey fiercely hugging him, nearly keeping his head between her barely covered breasts. His twin daughters were crouched on either side of their mother’s sitting form, leaning towards Zack, pretending to kiss him on either cheek. Not only that, the twins were groping each other, their fingers under each other's dresses, rubbing at their eraser-sized nipples! All four of them had flushed cheeks and seemed to be somewhat sweaty, their clothes in disarray and their hair matted with… semen?

 

Alan blinked in utter confusion as he stared at the photo. What the hell was happening? Why were they crowding around Zack? The answer emerged after he took a closer look. His only son had a massive fucking bulge! It was like he was hiding a bowling ball in his cargo shorts! His heart skipped a beat as he realized the implications–his family was attracted to him! With his mouth drying up, Alan’s mind raced, trying to figure out a way to prevent his son from taking away his family! Picking up the pencil, he went to work.

 

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Zoey skipped into the kitchen, head full of clouds as she felt her womb churn with her husband’s thick seed. Though his cock was only so-so, he did come a bit more than average, so it worked out in the end. Setting the table, she began to make lunch, some sandwiches for the kids. The twins were probably still sleeping together; they had been at it for hours last night! Well, they were both college students, so it made sense that they were chock-full of energy! Zoey began to hum a cheerful tune as she set up three plates, trying not to moan as she shifted her ultra-sensitive, volleyball-sized tits out of the way to look down. As she pursed her fat lips, thinking about what to add for the filling, she let out a sensual moan as someone slapped her ass!

 

“OOooh, fuck! Is my little stud awake?” Zoey groaned, her asscheeks rippling for several seconds, even after the tiny hand had long since left them. 

 

“Yep! I’m hungry! Are the sandwiches ready yet, bitch?” Zack exclaimed, prying the massive cheeks apart before diving in, giving his own mother an impromptu rimjob.

 

“Hmmm… fuck sweetie, my little donkey-dicked bull stud is quite the pucker-pleaser! Not yet though, give me a few more minutes!” Zoey sighed, automatically clapping her ass cheeks as her only son sucked on her rim, causing her pussy to flood. To be fair, it was sodden the minute Zack had smacked her ass! He was probably the only reason Zoey still stayed with Alan; his son was such a man! Since he was little, he knew just how to treat a cum-guzzling street whore like herself! Every time he cussed in front of Zoey, degrading her and calling her the most vile names imaginable, she couldn’t help but fall more and more in love!

 

“Aww… can I suck your cunt while I’m waiting then? Please?” 

 

Zoey’s heart melted a tad at the last word. What a gentleman, asking for a slut’s permission before he sucked on their sodden snatch! 

 

“Of course, though, you may not want to. Your papa just pumped my guts full of his spermies!”

 

“Tch. What a pencil-dicked loser. Can you squat like a brain-dead slut for a bit, cunt? I want to scrape out all of his dead jizz. That, and I haven’t cum in, like, an hour!”

 

Even as Zoey gasped at Zack’s plight, her body was already moving, taking a deep squat until her shoulders barely met the kitchen counter. Her pussy began to drool even more at the position, seemingly expelling her husband’s weak load, getting ready to be properly bred. 

 

“I’ve got to talk to the twins when they wake up! Just because they're off from college doesn’t mean they can sit around and be lazy! They’ve got to drain your bull-balls dry every thirty minutes! I’m so sorry sweetie, mind draining your nugs in your hag of a mother, breeding her stupid until she’s full of your fat-cocked babies?”

 

Zack grinned at this, dropping his shorts in a single motion. His massive, two-foot slut-destroyer whipped out, slapping his mother’s underside, managing to wedge itself between both her pussylips and her breasts in a single violent motion! 

 

“Oof, I think I had a growth spurt last night. Wanna grab the measuring tape?”

 

Zoey managed to let out a garbled ‘yes,’ as she was busy drooling at the sight of the monster cock parting her soccer-ball-sized breasts! The tip spewed out precum like a faucet, coating her entire front! The bimbo mother slowly managed to pull open a drawer, her hand shakily grabbing ahold of a small measuring tape. She let out a disappointing cry as Zack slowly stepped back, letting his cum cannon bob in the air, pulsating with desperate need. Quivering in intense arousal, Zoey slowly turned around, her pussy gushing at the sight of her beloved son. 

 

Though he stayed home most of the day, playing video games or watching television, Zack was utterly shredded. It was like he lacked a single ounce of fat! Even at ten years old, he could easily beat his father into the ground and rape his entire family into week-long comas! Thankfully, even though he bore the cock of a god, he was fairly relaxed. Unlike the hyper-hung studs Zoey saw on the news, that rampaged and raped their way through entire cities, brutally impregnating any fertile hole they came across, Zack was much more temperate. He was content with bloating his own family members, turning their guts into bowling balls with his baseball-sized–

 

Zoey blinked. 

 

–his volley-ball-sized sack. They were constantly churning and rumbling, brewing fresh seed at a rocket’s pace. If he didn’t cum every half an hour, cum would start spewing out of his donkey dick, his balls unable to store any more chunky semen. Even now, his leg-sized–

 

Zoey blinked again.

 

–His person-sized cock continued to blast out massive loads, each release akin to a shotgun blast, almost scouring the cabinets with his inhuman shots. He was basically pissing jizz at this point! Making it faster than he could release! Even though Zoey wanted to measure her master, her super-sized stud, she couldn’t help but want to milk his fat, nasty loads! That, and wake up her daughters to help drain this hunk dry! But her owner’s orders came first. The hyper bimbo dropped to her knees, her basket-ball-sized tits clapping together, practically twerking like her beanbag-sized ass cheeks. Zoey loved her breasts; they were almost tailor-made to hold up her son’s massive breeding pole! It was so long that it drooped under its own weight, the tip blasting hot loads directly onto the ground! Thankfully, Zoey had long since retrofitted the entire house, stripping any kind of rugs and adding as many drains as humanely possible! 

 

The matronly slut cooed as Zack hefted up his cock, possibly the only thing that he ever struggled to lift, and let in rest on top of his mother’s massive rack! Zoey almost screeched in ecstasy as the sheer weight of the shaft threatened to force her to the ground! The weight on her chest was unbearable, causing the sensitive nerves on her jugs to fire randomly, causing her nipples to harden to a truly unholy degree! They were like little cocks; perfect grips to tug on and wrench around. They were even bigger than a cow’s udders! Zoey’s only saving grace from the mass sitting on her tits was her ripped back and chest muscles; not only was she blessed with a physique that could easily handle her beachball-sized tits, but she was athletic as well, enhancing her powerful body. The end result was that her chest was so muscular and powerful her tits now looked positively fake. They were perfectly spherical, so insanely firm that they almost blocked her view! Thankfully, she was on her knees so often that it didn’t really matter, especially when she had a literal python draped across her perfect rack!

 

“Oh, honey! Are you sure you don’t want me to milk your incest-loving alpha-stud spermies all over your bimbo mommy's face? I’ll choke on it like a good cumgutter bitch!” Zoey moaned, drooling all over the steaming cock. Her long tongue, over a foot in length, slowly licked from base to tip, a journey that took a full minute to complete! He knocked every other cock out of the park, especially since there were so few men to compare to! There were only a few thous–

 

Zoey’s pussy dripped.

 

–a few hundred men left! All of them alpha bull studs, of course, with nuts the size of beach balls! Zack was no exception; the only reason he wasn’t immobile was his herculean body, practically sculpted by the gods themselves!  And his cock! By itself, it was thicker and wider than any bimbo’s waist; in fact, some of the veins were thicker! Just looking at it made her womb buzz and shiver with need; she needed her baby boy back where he belonged!

 

“Maybe later. I can’t be called a stud if I can’t hold my jizz in for a bit, can I? Besides, this is all my prenut anyways. You’ve been hanging around that loser too much, if you can mistake it for my actual cum! Anyway, measure my junk before I decide to smother you with my balls!” Zack’s testicles added to the threat, gurgling and twitching, growing bigger as her cum production increased even further. 

 

Zoey nodded vigorously; it was literally in her DNA to obey a hung stud, especially when it was her own bull of a son! She quickly unspooled the measuring tape, her eyes slowly turning into saucers as she found she couldn’t even stretch her arms wide enough to measure it! Even at her maximum wingspan, she wasn’t even halfway there! Just staring at this god-cock was killing her brain cells, turning her even more into a braindead slut! The fumes coming off of it were practically a biohazard, made up of the most intense cocktails known to man, created for the sole purpose of getting a fat-assed bimbo in breeding mode! Only Zack’s commands kept Zoey from jumping him then and there, twerking all over his room-spanning cock! As it were, she did her best to entice him with every movement, using every slutty technique she’s learned, some of which had been ingrained into her genetics! 

 

Zack grinned as Zoey meekly handed him the edge of the measuring tape before slowly standing up. She seemed utterly chagrined to leave the cock hanging, forcing it to fight against gravity on its own without using her rack as foundational support. Of course, no matter how large it was, Zack’s cock was far too virile and masculine to ever droop on its own; it was because he was only half-hard! Once you got a cock this big, you needed more than a bimbo flaunting her stuff to get you going! Naturally, this didn’t stop Zoey from trying! She quickly straddled the dick, her feet barely able to touch the ground as her perfect pussy ground against it, her clit sending waves of pleasure up her spine!

 

She slowly wiggled backward, her cunt leaving a snail’s trail across Zack’s length as his erection lazily bobbed in the air, completely unhampered by his mother’s extra weight. She could feel her womb pulsing within her as the numbers on the tape continued to increase with each scooch. Five feet, Six feet, Seven feet… As the numbers continued to soar, Zoey’s size queen nature slowly consumed her mind. She was unfathomably proud of her son, of his innate gift! He deserved to have a harem spanning the entire population, all worshipping his monstrous shaft! As she felt the glans bump into her ass, Zoey gave a little squeak of surprise, slowly tipping over backward. Before she could fall, she felt an incalculably strong grip clench around her ever-hard nipples, yanking her forward. The part of her that wasn’t consumed by a massive impromptu squirting orgasm was squealing at Zack’s chivalrous nature, saving his mother at the last moment! 

 

Finding her footing, Zoey slowly stood up, staring down at the number before her. Ten feet. Ten feet of pure masculinity made flesh. If she inserted it now, it would go past her breasts, part her head, hitting the ceiling! That was partially why Zack seldom got hard; he’d end up destroying the house with sheer virility! 

 

“T-T-T-Ten Feet! Please, please! You need to breed me! I need to be knocked up with your babies, master!”

 

Zack raised an eyebrow at this.

 

“I need to do something? You're commanding me to do something? Is that an order I hear coming from a talking pair of tits and ass?”

 

Zoey’s blood drained from her face as she immediately kneeled down; at least, she kneeled as best she could. She couldn’t quite put her face to the ground, as her breasts refused to act as, well, breasts. Like every woman on the planet, they were impossibly firm, resisting all attempts to move or shift them around. The only thing capable of using them, abusing them, and torturing them like the sacks of milk they are were studs. As it were, Zoey could only attempt to kneel, her face several feet to the ground as her breasts acted like beachballs, refusing to deform even a millimeter, even though they were all natural. Her ass also ruined the servile pose, as it refused to sit still, jiggling and clapping together like massive beanbags perched on top of her backside. It was a wonder Zoey could function at all, with her entire body being a bimbo caricature turned up to eleven and then some!  

 

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please forgive your stupid cumdump bimbo of a mother! Puh-Please breed my womb to my hearts content until it prolapses! I’ll give birth to as many fat-assed cunts as you want!”

 

Zack sighed at this before twitching his hips, forcing his cock to smack his mother directly on the face, draping part of its length over her head and onto her back. If it was fully flaccid, it would’ve gone past her ass-crack and plopped onto the floor below.

 

“Shut the fuck up, cunt. Your mouth is for choking on my nuts, not for speaking. Now, get to it! They haven’t been licked clean since the twins did it yesterday; they’re probably covered in precum by now!”

 

Zoey was quick to obey, crawling on her hands and knees until her nose bumped into Zack’s throbbing nuts. Each orb was several times bigger than her head, incredibly taut, and packed with jizz! Just being near it made Zoey’s body buzz with pleasure, her nipples dragging on the ground as she placed her ear on the vibrating nut. It was like a thunderstorm within or the sound of a tsunami. Waves crashed, and lightning flashed within Zack’s balls as powerful forces went to work inside of them, churning out a metric shit-load of jizz every single second of every single day! Zoey couldn’t help but hug the human-sized testicles, squeezing them as tightly as she could. She couldn’t get them to deform, even using her full strength! The cum was far too dense and packed in there; it was like trying to crush a massive ball of lead with her bare hands! Each wrinkle was entirely ironed out, with no pubic hair whatsoever! While Zoey did love a good forest of hair, stinking of musk and virility, what Zack had was even better! His balls had several layers of dried precum, squirt, and saliva coating them, detritus from previous sexual encounters! No matter how much the girls of the Wilson family tried to clean Zack’s bull balls, they’d always get filthy in a matter of moments! His sheer virility practically collected on the surface of his sack, infusing the local air with his pungent musk!

 

Zoey, of course, immediately buried her nose into the salty folds, huffing and snorting the grime like a drug addict! She even went so far as to wrap her tits around the base of the balls, practically jerking off the tankers of cum! Zack groaned tightly through gritted teeth as his cock bucked a tad from the incestual treatment, his nuts far more sensitive than his desensitized cock. The rod was basically burnt from sex, several shades darker than his normal skin tone! It was a sign of his masculinity that he’d raped so many tight pussies that his cock skin had darkened and thickened, letting him break bitches for even longer stretches of time! Regardless, his nuts stank to high heaven, drenched in countless squirting orgasms from his family the moment he was able to get a hard-on! Zoey basked in it, almost unhinging her jaw to fit as much ball meat in her throat as humanely possible. She gagged on it, spat on it, and shined it with her tits, tugging on the sagging sack with all of her strength! Before she could do anything else, Zack squatted slightly, crushing Zoey under his prodigious balls! It was like having two bean bags filled with lead fall on top of you! Thankfully, brain-dead bimbo sluts like Zoey were made to take abuse from alpha male studs as she writhed and came helplessly under the masses, the stench seeping into her lungs, permeating them forever! She’d stink of cock-sweat for the rest of her life; it was as if Zack had claimed her as his own, a slutty onahole for his rape rod! 

 

As Zoey’s consciousness slowly dimmed, Zack’s head perked up as two outrageous whores entered the kitchen. They were practically exact models of the bitch underneath him; six feet of pure curves, with a pencil-thin waist and tits bigger than their entire bodies. They were currently shuffling into the kitchen, their bodies pressed tightly together, each breast crushed against the opposite as they made out in the most perverted fashion imaginable. There was no love, no sensuality involved—just pure, uncompromising lust. They locked lips for pure pleasure, an outlet for their exploding libido. Zack could recognize them from their heady, fertile scent alone; it was his cumdump sisters! They were making out and fucking each other, like usual. Last he checked, they’d been having sex since before he was born! The moment their sex drive came in, they both found out that not only were they raging lesbians, but they were the perfect match for each other! It didn’t matter that one was a hate-filled goth and the other a prideful cheerleader; they couldn’t stop grinding their cunts against each other! It was hate-fucking taken to the extreme, over a decade of non-stop sex! Even when they took care of their baby bro, they didn’t stop fucking each other! Of course, they weren’t in love with each other; their bodies were infinitely compatible! Like two puzzle pieces snapping together, they were practically screwed over by the universe itself! No other lover would be able to satisfy them like they did each other, even though they hated each other’s guts! The only reason they weren’t constantly arguing amongst themselves was because they were always dumping gallons of spit down the other’s throat, sucking on their fat, pornstar-level lips, and staring deep into each other’s eyes, squirting like mad! 

 

They were in a pretty vanilla position for once. Grinding their cunts against each other as they slowly shuffled in, hugging so tight that Zack wouldn’t be surprised if he heard some bones pop. Like all older sisters, they attempted to ignore him, shuffling their nude bodies towards one of Zoey’s prepared breakfasts and reaching to grab a plate. It was somewhat impressive, as their bodies contorted this way and that, almost as if they were conjoined twins, attached at the pussy! Zack coughed into his fist as they attempted to sidestep his spewing cock, avoiding eye contact with their dominant sibling.

 

“Yo Dykes! I think you forgot to take care of something this morning!” Zack sternly said, his cock dumping literal gallons of pre onto his sister’s legs. The entire floor was permanently sticky and wet with jizz, a thin layer always forming no matter how hard the drains worked. 

 

The smarter of the two, Bea, the hardcore goth, popped off her sister’s mouth, shoving her goon-brained sis into her cleavage, where she motor-boated away like a good empty-brained whore. 

 

“Sorry ‘bout that little bro. I was too busy fucking the brain cells out of this whore! Last night, she said she could take your whole cock in her cunt! Last time I checked, tit-for-brains, you can barely get half of it inside of you, even when shoving the head into one of your useless ovaries!” Bea announced loudly, trying her best to suffocate her sis in between her tits. Zack rolled his eyes hard enough that they could almost be heard. 

 

Ava managed to gasp for breath after wiggling her way out of her sister’s submission hold before grabbing the goth by the back of the head and shoving her massive nipples into Bea’s mouth, the ends of which pummeled the back of her throat, dumping gallons of milk with a single powerful spurt! The goth went cross-eyed, nearly slumping over as her instincts took over! Not only was a smoking hot bimbo stuffing her face full of teat, but the consistency of her milk was only a magnitude or two away from the texture of jizz! It didn’t matter that it came from her awful sister; her lesbian brain just couldn’t resist! She drank her fill and then some, taking long, orgasm-filled draughts as she bit and crushed the body-sized tit that took up her vision! Ava moaned slightly at the feeling but schooled herself. She was far too pissed off at her hot fucking sister to turn into an orgasmic mess!

 

“This bitch! Zack, like, you know for a fact that no one in the world can take your fucking god-cock, least of all this stupid cunt! She’s, like,  too busy lusting after my pussy to practice taking your donkey dick! Last I checked, I almost managed to like,  get it halfway up my snatch! She can barely get a third up her weak-ass slit! It’s, like, totally her fault we couldn’t drain you this morning! I had to show her who’s boss by making her cum silly! We totally fucked all night, so we forgot to milk your cock!” Ava moaned, sliding her cunt along her sister’s thigh. At the last word, Bea managed to pop off her sister's nipple before exploding into a profanity-laced tirade about how everything was Ava’s fault and that she couldn’t help but fuck such a hot piece of ass for nine hours straight! Ava then fired back in her own bimbo-y way, but Zack had long since tuned both of them out. They argued like this all day the moment their lips were no longer attached to the other’s. They even stopped listening to him when they got like this! He could rape the shit out of them, of course, but he'd have to do it one at a time while the other talked incessantly the entire time! If only there was a way to fuck both of them at the same time, to keep their mouths full–!

 

Zack flinched. He had felt it before, but this time, it was stronger. Something was different. Before he could latch onto the feeling, it dissipated immediately. It seemed the feeling was shared with his sisters, as they also flinched, rubbing their abdomens in confusion for a moment before continuing to argue. What was he thinking about again?

 

Oh yeah! 

 

Zack gritted his teeth as he hefted his fifteen-foot cock, utterly dwarfing his shota body! It was the only thing he’d consider ‘heavy,’ an object that actually took him physical strain to lift! It was several times wider than his cumdump’s waspish waists, crisscrossed with arm-sized veins that thundered with blood, keeping his weapon of mass destruction from touching the ground! When he was fully hard, he had to put his hands on his back to keep balance, just like one of his whore’s when they’re bloated fat and stupid with his cum! His cock slowly moved in a tight circular pattern, reaching all the way to the other end of the kitchen, the head diving right between his sister’s legs!

 

“How do we want to do this? Ass-to-ass, mouth-to-ass, kissing, or some other fourth thing?” Zack said commandingly as his cock pulsed, grinding into both of his slutty sister’s muffs. Their arguments were silenced for a moment as they moaned and ground against their younger brother’s car-sized cock, their assholes opening and closing, preparing for what came next! 

 

“Hmmm! Ass-to-ass! I don’t want to be snorting this bitch’s asshole when I’m getting dicked down by my horse-cocked, bro! Plus, I really wanna smell the base of your cock! You can even spin me upside down so I can suffocate under your balls!” Bea shouted, silencing her sister momentarily by stuffing her fingers down the hot blonde’s throat. Ava gagged and moaned at this, her gag reflex nonexistent. Like all bimbos, she could easily cum by choking on something; some sluts would even squirt when eating! The blond bimbo quickly came to her senses, however, biting down on her twin’s fingers with enough force to elicit a high-pitched yelp. Even though Ava hated her sis’ guts, she couldn’t muster the force to draw blood, just enough to leave a shallow bruise. Zack once again tuned his sisters out as they began to argue their placement on his cock, instead attempting to remember something. Hadn’t he forgotten something, someone important?

 

Something squirming under his massive, couch-sized balls helped him remember as he quickly stepped back, releasing his mother from her minutes-long prison under his musky sack. She flopped over, face first, grinning and drooling! Her face was smeared with her son’s sloppy nut stank, utterly raping her sinuses with its stench! Her hair was a mess, her overflowing lips twitched and puckered, her makeup utterly ruined. Unbeknownst to Zack, the underside of his balls was covered in hundreds of kiss marks, as Zoey was practically French kissing his ballsack the entire time! As Zoey drooled on the ground, her mind completely blissed out on Zack’s nut smell, the domineering boy came to a decision. 

 

“Okay, since you two are being total assholes, you’ll be kissing the entire time. Mom, you’ll be on the end, rubbing your ass against… Bea’s.” Zack's face contorted before the twins could issue their complaints, a truly frightful look passing across his countenance. The twins instantly complied, their pussies squirting just from looking at Zack’s brutal face. It was his punishment look, the kind that meant consisting off of his cum for a month straight, blindfolded and gagged at all other times. Maybe even tied up in the garage with the door left open, inviting any neighbor or wandering stud to poke and prod at the hanging slut, raping her stupid for daring to go against her lord and master. For the first time in who-knows-how-long, Ava separated from her sister, her body already beginning to convulse from the lack of stimulation. Thankfully, she needn’t be worried, as she felt a massive tip beat against her gigantic ass, slapping the cheeks around as it attempted to get into her gaping asshole. Ava quickly obliged, spreading her cheeks as her brother’s monstrous shaft easily stretched her abused asshole, expanding her hips several times as it rearranged her guts, bones, everything!

 

“FUUUCK! YOU’RE FUCKING STRETCHING MEEEE!!!” Ava whorishly screamed as her asshole dilated wider than her shoulders, turning the rim of her anus a stark white as they quickly reached their limit and then some. Thankfully, women’s asses were built to take their master’s massive cocks, their guts purposefully arranged to allow the shaft total and complete access! Ava’s screaming and moaning were quickly silenced as a jet of jizz fired out of her mouth, her sagging stomach already bloated to the extreme with Jack’s uber-fertile precum! The stream continued to increase as her eyes crossed, and she became slack-jawed as her mouth was forced to unhinge. After an extreme five feet of cock barreling through her torso, barely a third of Jack’s true size, the head finally popped out of Ava’s mouth, smearing lipstick all over the burgundy tip. Her limbs jerked erratically as she was literally speared ass-to-mouth on her brother’s dick, used as a sex toy to milk a portion of his enormous length properly. 

 

Zack barely had to flick his fingers before his personal sex toys saw fit to help him. Each took ahold of Ava’s legs and pulled, yanking her down Zack’s cock inch-by-inch, foot-by-foot, until the hyper-hung child could grab them himself. He quickly pulled his orgasming sister down his length, sighing in relief as her massive ass smacked against his torso. With a bit of extra strength, he managed to part the enormous cheeks, letting almost his entire body slip between the perfect globes. They were made for clapping, for twerking, letting potential studs know that a hot and breedable bimbo was ripe and ready for the taking. Zack crushed some of the ass-fat between his fingers, enjoying the feeling of his sister twitching and shuddering around his shaft, unable to resist at all! He could grope her, molest her, do absolutely anything to her without a single peep out of her rotten mouth! Now, to silence the other one…

 

“Next!” Zack called, gesturing towards Bea. The goth girl gulped before slowly turning around, revealing her wobbling cheeks. Before she could attempt to spread them, Zack raised his hand, stopping Bea in her tracks. 

 

“No. Mouth-to-mouth, as punishment. Fucking fall in love for all I care, as long as your milking my cock!” Zack said belligerently, the head of his cock splattering precum all over Zoe’s tight waist. She grimaced, desperately wanting to argue and beg, but she knew it was hopeless. Zack was in one of his moods, the type that could only be solved by gratuitous rape and cucking. If her father weren’t such a shrimp-dicked bitch, she’d almost feel sorry for the loser! Of course, Bea wasn’t upset about the rape or anything. In fact, she loved it when Zack treated her like an onahole, leaving her to hang on his cock for hours on end, forgetting she existed entirely as he played videogames with his friends or jacked off to porn. It made her untouched pussy gush at the thought that her brother was so manly, so hung, that he could have a bitch hollowed out on his dick and completely forget about it, instead masturbating to some random smut! The only problem was her cum-for-brains bimbo sister! Even though her nipples perked up and her cunt spritzed in the air whenever she looked at her, Bea hated her guts! Hogging Zach’s cock all to herself, making her orgasm over and over in the middle of the night, everything about her pissed Bea off! 

 

Having to kiss her for hours on end while speared on her brother’s cock made her guts roil in annoyance, even as her entire body shivered in anticipation! It wasn’t her fault Ava was so fucking hot! It was entirely genetics and brain chemistry that made her want to fuck her brains out, lezzing out like a couple of bottom-feeding bimbos! No personal feelings whatsoever! None at all! She was just a perfect match for her, that was all! Bea maintained that line of thought even as she unhinged her draw, suffocating and squirting as she choked on her brother’s dick! It swept right through her stomach, bulging her midsection obscenely as her entire body contorted around it, like a steel beam through a condom! It was utterly obscene as she began to shit out cum, her body unable to take a single extra ounce of it! It sprayed from her asshole as her mother squatted behind her, the bimbo’s platinum blonde hair reaching all the way to her high heels–

 

Wait, blond hair? High heels? What was going on–

 

A mild headache flashed through Bea’s head before being dispelled by a powerful orgasm, completely erasing whatever the hell she was thinking about beforehand. With a massive pop, her brother’s cockhead pierced through her asshole, which was instantly kissed and suckled by Zoey, treating it like a sacred object worthy of worship (In some parts of the world, it would be!). Her high heels clicked and clacked against the kitchen floor as she squatted deeply, her swollen pussy basically pissing squirt, the vile and incestual act making her entire body heat up and tremble with pleasure! By Zack’s command, Zoey slowly pushed on her daughter’s massive rear, trying not to moan as more and more lipstick-stained cock-length emerged from her daughter’s asshole! Obnoxiously loud squelching and squishing noises accompanied Bea’s movement, as after a full yard or two of pushing, her lips eventually met her abhorred sister’s! Their lips mashed together, their heart-shaped pupils staring deep into each other’s souls, their unused pussies squirting wildly as they shared a massive fucking cock! Once hanging loosely, their arms slowly crept up, grabbing hold of each other's heads as if to prevent them from ever letting go again! As cock-drunk as they were, all previous inhibitions were forgotten, as they felt true love passing between them; as they held hands, fingers interlaced, neither of them felt closer to each other than now! Fucked all the way through with their brother's cock, the twins fell deep into their incestual love for each other, their guts twisting and squirming around Zack’s massive shaft!

 

A malicious grin grew on Zack’s face as he wobbled forwards, heaving his disproportionate cock across the hallway, the tip only a foot or two from his wimpy father’s office. He flicked his eyes to his cumdrunk mother, who all but too eagerly nodded in agreement. When she was this fucked up on her son’s ball musk, more potent than any drug, she was willing to do anything for her dear hyper-hung stud! Gently placing her manicured and bedazzled fingernails on her husband's door so as not to alert him quite yet, the high-spec bimbo flaunted her asscheeks, twerking and clapping them together for her aroused son. Thankfully, the sound of her cheeks wobbling this way and that was entirely drowned out by the constant droning of Zack’s nuts, a quaking, everpresent sloshing noise that had begun before he was even born! He was that much of a stud; his virile nuts were already producing gallons of baby batter when he was just a bulge in his mother’s belly! With a quiet moan, he thrust forward. 

 

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After dumping his fifteenth load on the floor, Alan felt he was ready to take on his son. The picture had long since disappeared entirely, making the rest of his reality changes mere guesswork. He felt pretty satisfied with his work so far. His cock was now a massive three feet in length, a python that now coiled between his legs, slightly spent after coming more than a dozen times in a row. Even now, his soccerball-sized nuts were working hard, producing fresh new loads every second. The rest of his body was reworked as well, stripped of all excess fat, and he was basically a modern-day Adonis. Though, with his changes to the female population, he knew physical looks meant nothing to them; only cock size was worth a damn. Even with all these changes, Alan was still worried about his son; up until the picture and most of the stuff in his office disappeared, his son was always a magnitude or two bigger than him, no matter how much he changed. It was like Zack had big cock genes built into his very bones! He had a plan for this, but it was risky. It could easily backfire on him, after all! After working on himself, or, at least, the male population at large, he had turned his sights to the rest of his family as well. 

Alan’s libido had long since taken over his mind, removing his inhibitions one penstroke at a time. He slowly ballooned up all women, turning them into unrealistic bimbo caricatures, ones that belonged solely in outlandish smut and pornography. The type of curves that people would morph on celebrities, making them look utterly insane in their obscenity. Each and every woman on the planet, regardless of age, looked like complete and total bimbos. Tits ten times bigger than their heads that look bolted on, hips wider than their shoulders, waists that should break under any amount of strain, and asses that popped and twerked no matter what the bitch in question was doing. The one saving grace was that he still shied away from affecting their intelligence; he compromised by making cocks practically a drug for them, like catnip on steroids. A single whiff would slash their IQ in two, and a healthy helping of ball musk would turn them into slaves for a short amount of time. 

 

After all was said and done, the only thing holding Alan back was his nervousness. In the worst-case scenario, Zack was probably a foot or two longer than him, a death sentence when it came to his family’s size queen nature. Nothing he said or did would matter, as they only cared for cock size above all else. Well, he always had the notebook, just in case. With a sigh, he opened the door. And then staggered back at the sights and smells before him. It was like getting hit with a nuclear blast, except it was one hundred percent concentrated musk! He gagged as his eyes watered, blurring his vision as he tried to focus on what was in front of him. It was Zoey… at least, he thought it was. It was more like a perverted sex-doll maker was described as his wife and then fashioned the most slutty, bimbo, whore-like version of her! Besides being slightly toned, no part of his wife’s tomboy features remained. Her hair was dyed platinum blond, her eyelashes were massive and long, and her lips fucking dominated her face, smacking and drooling in front of him! A small part of Alan despaired at the sight of her, knowing he had gone way too far, but the rest of him, corrupted by the use of the notebook, couldn’t help but stare holes into her massive breasts! 

 

Even though he knew they were real and all-natural, as he had written in the notebook, Alan found it hard to believe they weren’t fake! They went against gravity and physics as a whole, completely unmoving and so firm that they looked practically bulletproof! Her chest was almost a deadly weapon, her diamond-hard nipples like razor blades as she jerked up and down. Her strange movement prompted Alan to rub his watery eyes, clearing his sight. His burgeoning boner utterly died at what he saw. His wife, the love of his life, was getting fucked to an inch of her life by a cock several times her size! It was literally wider than her hips and shoulders combined, slamming into her gut hard enough to make her look pregnant with octuplets before wrenching out, stretching her hips to the breaking point! Skin ashen white, Alan already knew who was fucking his size queen wife, even as he leaned to the side, looking over her shoulder. He blanched at what he saw. His son, the same one who he played with, read books to, and shared holidays with, was not only fucking his wife but his twin daughters at the same time! His mythical cock was going through each slut, burrowing through them like a steel girder, popping out the other side with a spray! Alan dropped the notebook in shock. As he scrambled to pick it up, a voice tore through the fog that was clouding his mind.

 

“Unf, Unf! Fuck Alan, I forgot how much of a pencil dick you have! Ngh, fuck, your balls aren’t even enough to smother me with! I’d, fuck , totally divorce you if you didn’t give me such a, a, a–!”

 

Before Zoey could finish her tongue-lashing, the bimbo swiftly found herself choking on something, which wasn’t unusual by itself. She tended to spend most of her life choking on one thing or another, all of which were phallus-shaped. This time, however, it was coming from the wrong end! Zoey’s jaw unhinged as a massive cockhead shot forth, spewing sizzling hot precum all over Alan! He gasped in horror, positively wilting at the spray, falling backward onto the floor. Instead of being in pain, as any sane person would expect, Zoey seemed to be in heaven! Her eyes were crossed as her hands scrabbled against the massive head rubbing against her silken lips, attempting to caress and jerk off the glans even as it gaped her entire digestive system, from back to front! Alan could barely hear his son's mocking tone over fifteen feet away from him, ridiculing his impotent father!

 

“Can’t even get it up in front of your wife, bitch? Seems like I’ll be taking care of these sluts from now on! Can’t believe this cunt even let her impregnate you with your fucking micropenis! I’m pretty much your only achievement in life! You might as well quit now since you’ll never accomplish anything better!”

 

As Zack’s derisive remarks tore through Alan’s soul, he scrambled for his dropped notebook, hastily writing a new addition.

 

‘50% of men are femboys who can't get it up around other men and act like slutty bimbos around massive cocks. They have to obey all studs.’

 

Alan felt strangely confident in his decision as he lifted the pen from the paper. The logic was sound, to him, at the very least. The worst-case scenario was that he turned into a femboy. Logically speaking, that would mean that Zoey never married him, as he’d be nowhere near hung enough to woo her. While that would be devastating, of course, it would also mean Zack would no longer exist. Since the notebook has stayed with him throughout all of his changes, it stands to reason that it’d stay for this one as well. He’d just revert the changes and try again, taking care to exclude Zack and his inherent cucking ability altogether. If Zack turned into a femboy, then it’d be fine; might as well let him join Alan’s bimbo harem as well!

 

As Alan looked back up, his soul sunk as he realized nothing had changed. Before he could attempt to erase the latest change, Alan felt a massively longing open up as he stared in arousal at the cock emerging from Zoey’s gaping throat. No matter how much he told himself he wasn’t gay, he couldn't fight the lust burning him from within as his body rapidly changed to fit his new status as his son’s toy. His hips quickly ballooned out, even growing wider than his wife and daughter’s; they were no doubt large enough to take even Zack’s massive cock! To fit such a flared pelvis, Alan’s ass quickly grew to support it, becoming a twerking factory, one made to shuffle and clap together with each shift and step! Feeling his behind smack together with such ferocity made the father-turned-slut inadvertently moan as a bead of precum dripped from his flaccid clitty. It was barely bigger now than his wife and daughter’s clits; even his pinky-toe was larger! The rest of his body became ultra-feminine as well, morphing into a male version of the bimbos he worked so hard to create. It was like a sort of karmic justice: he chauvinistically changed the female population on a whim, turning them into cock-obsessed sluts; as punishment, he became one as well! Big lips, a beautiful face, long flowing hair, everything that made a size queen slut! As Alan gasped femininely at his new look, instinctively covering up his crotch and chest like a bitch! As he shivered and moaned at his new status, Zack’s cock popped back into Zoey’s throat, giving her a moment to speak once more.

 

“Uuuuuuuuh! Fuck, your son was choking me to death! Master is, like, the only reason I fucking tolerate your sad fucking dick! That, and the fact that he likes fucking your ass! That's all your good for now, making money for us and being a fourth-rate sperm bank for your son’s jizz!”

 

Zoey’s malicious countenance quickly morphed into one of dopey pleasure as the cock spreading her asshole twitched a few times, signaling its impending orgasm. The matron slut quickly regained her course, not yet done tearing her former husband apart.

 

“The only reason you’re kept around is cause your stupid clit managed to make such a god-stud! You couldn’t even get me pregnant again with your watery loads! You spent all week trying to knock me up, and Zack did it with his fucking precum when he was a toddler! He gave me twins when you couldn’t do shit! His genes are so superior; even his inbred daughters are better than you! They turned into full-grown bimbos in just a few years, while you look like a malnourished slut who never grew in her tits!”

 

That last sentence or two knocked Alan for a loop, even bringing him out of his lust-fueled haze from staring at Zoey’s bulging gut, fantasizing himself in her place. His daughters weren’t his own anymore? Shifting to the side confirmed it to be true. Gone were the college-aged bimbos, one cheerleader, one goth. While they still retained their obscene bodies from before, their skin was practically glowing with youthful energy, while their styles appeared to be firmly childish in nature. It was as if you got two elementary schoolers and transformed them into A.I.-generated bimbos! It was a total dichotomy, playful innocence perfectly conjoined with extreme cock hunger! Alan could feel his cock leak even more as he beheld these two grade-school sluts, no longer his daughters, twisted and turned on Zack’s cock, their minds utterly bent and molded around the otherwordly pleasure they were feeling!

 

“Hey, Buttslut, what’s that on the ground?” Zack asked, somewhat bored of the proceedings. This was the fourth time this week he went all the way through his entire family, and the second time he’s done it just to make his dad jizz himself. He couldn’t wait to get older, his cock growing long enough to fit his sissy father on the familial conga line. As it stood, he could only wait, getting his kicks in by fucking with the femboy he’s never called father, not even once.

 

Alan made the move to hide, to kick it away, to never mention it. But he couldn’t. When his son peeked to the side of the wall of flesh attached to his monstrous shaft and said those commanding words, Alan couldn’t resist. His body almost acting on his own, he spoke.

“The Everything Notebook. It changes reality.”

 

“What?”

 

Zack looked at his human fleshlight perplexedly. Did he accidentally break him with this one? That’d blow; he’d have to leave him alone for a couple of months, even force the other sex toys to be nice to him to compensate! It took almost a year for Alan to recover last time after Zack cumflated every single family member in front of his face, degrading the femboy the entire time! 

 

“I used it to change everything. I turned all women into size-queen bimbos, and I tried to make myself hot and hung, but it changed you instead. I’ve been trying to fix it, but I keep failing.”

 

Alan wanted to bite his tongue, but it was like he wasn’t in control of his body anymore. Every cell strove to please its master, doing everything in its power to serve the largest cock in its proximity. If someone with a massive dong asked him to become their slave, Alan would in a heartbeat, even as his mind screamed against it. 

 

“Okay… change something then!” Zack laughed, idly pumping his hips into the line of women in front of him. Having sex was as natural as breathing to him; doing it was closer to a chore than an exciting activity at this point. 

 

“You wouldn’t notice when I do it. Whenever I change something, I’m the only one who notices it. From everyone else’s perspective, it was always like that.” Alan said in a strangled whisper, sweating as he urged his mouth to shut the fuck up. Of course, nothing he did could help in the slightest. He was stuck in a hell of his own making.

 

“Can you make it so I notice it then?” Zack asked bemusedly. He didn't believe in the slightest, but it was still somewhat entertaining, going along with his bitch’s delusions like this. Beat listening to his daughter-sisters arguing for the billionth time! 

 

“I’ll try.” 

 

Alan examined the notebook again, even if his mind would not let him. His name was on the cover, underneath the label "EVERYTHING ." He had not written it there, but it was there all the same. He lifted his pen and scratched it out. Internally, he wailed and wept. The name and scratches faded, leaving it blank. He wrote his son’s name instead. Alan felt something inside him flicker and sputter, dying out as he gave it to Zack.

 

“It should work for you now. Anything you write becomes a reality.” Alan said, a dead expression covering his face.

 

“Sure, sure, I’ll check on it later, I guess. For now, service my balls. I haven’t nutted in a few hours, and they hurt like a bitch.”

 

Alan wordlessly obeyed his master’s words, ducking down under the gigantic testicles, each several times bigger than his own body, and began to service them, rubbing his massive ass-cheeks on them before licking and sucking on the salty skin. With a grin, Zack let his nuts drop, crushing his father beneath them as he felt his orgasm begin. The gargantuan testicles became flush against his pelvis, freeing Alan for a moment, before dropping back down again, pumping literal barrels-worth of jizz up his urethra every second before firing out of his mother’s mouth with the force of a jet engine. Zack basked in the feeling of climax as he felt the whores lining his length shiver and twitch in mutual orgasm, the cum pumping through his shaft more than enough to give them mind-melting amounts of pleasure. He flipped through the notebook his toy gave him as he relaxed, letting his body dump its load all over the floor, flooding the entire house faster than the drains could expel. 

 

He knew for a fact that it obviously didn’t work, but there was still that temptation, that want for more. If it was real, he had a literal phonebook’s worth of stuff to change! As his jizz began to cover his hips, slowly drowning the rest of his family, the god-stud known as Zack went to work. 

 

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