Chapter 1: Introduction
Jack's room is a typical college student's den, and you can see all sorts of furnishings in there that fit the stereotype. For example, a twin bed strewn with laundry, a desk littered with empty pizza boxes, and walls adorned with posters of video game characters and half-naked girls.
Jack sat in front of a desktop computer as typical as the room, his eyes glued to the screen which cast a white glow on his face. Suddenly, his mobile phone pinged with a new email notification, but he was too engrossed in his game to pay it any attention.
The digital world is his sanctuary, a place where he can be a hero, a king, or even a god, a place where he can stop being Jack with his mediocre appearance, intelligence, and relationships, a place where he can escape from his mundane life.
However, his phone pinged incessantly, pulling him back to reality. With a sigh, he gave in, picking up his phone to check the email. It was from an unknown sender, the subject line reading "Reality Editor - Beta Test."
Intrigued, Jack opened the email and found a download link, with a brief description that read, " The Reality Editor - Change your reality, change your life."
He rolled his eyes, thinking it was just another spam trying to sell him some useless software. However, curiosity got the better of him. He tapped on the link, and a moment later, a small, innocuous-looking icon appeared on his desktop.
He tapped on it, and the app opened to reveal a simple interface with three options: "Nature," "Society," and "Human".
Jack frowned, wondering what the options meant. He tapped on "Human" out of curiosity, and the screen changed to reveal a blank screen with a single prompt: " Please enter the name of the person you want to edit." He hesitated for a moment, then typed in his own name on a whim. The screen flickered, and a list of categories appeared: "Appearance," "Abilities," "Mind," "Relationships," "Other."
Jack tapped on "Appearance" and a new window popped up, asking him to select a subcategory. The options were "Height," "Weight," "Muscle Mass," "Skin Tone," and more. After a moment's thought, Jack selected "Muscle Mass" and a slider appeared, ranging from "Scrawny" to "Hulking". With scepticism and a hint of anticipation, he dragged it all the way to the right.
The screen flickered again, and a confirmation box popped up: " Are you sure you want to increase your muscle mass to 'Hulking'? This change will be permanent and may have unforeseen consequences."
Jack shrugged, thinking the so-called warning was just a stupid trick to gain trust. He tapped on "Yes", then stood up and went to the mirror, expecting nothing to happen.
But as he looked at his reflection, he saw his body slowly changing. His arms began to thicken, veins popping out like ropes. His chest expanded, pushing against his t-shirt. His legs grew muscular, filling out his jeans. He ripped away the tight fabric that bound him, revealing his now well-defined six-pack that made him look like he'd spent months in the gym. Within minutes, he was no longer the scrawny college student, but a hulking, muscular man.
" Well, fuck me sideways," he muttered, running his hands over his new body. " This thing actually works."
After that, he didn't hesitate to tap on "Height" and slide the bar to the right, watching as his reflection grew taller and taller. Soon, he was six feet seven inches tall and stood there like a basketball player. Considering his muscles, he was now almost the perfect template for a male.
However, Jack thought he wasn't really the "perfect male" yet, and searched through the subcategories until he found the option of "penis size". He tapped on it, and a slider appeared, ranging from "Pathetic slug" to "Horse cock". Jack felt a thrill run through him as he thought about what he was about to do, and he knew exactly where he wanted the slider to be. He couldn't wait to drag the slider to the far right and see the confirmation box pop up.
" Are you sure you want to increase your penis size to 'Horse cock'? This change will be permanent and may have unforeseen consequences."
Jack couldn't help but laugh, as there was no doubt that it was a completely redundant question. I mean, who the hell doesn't want a bigger... Or even the biggest cock?
He tapped on "Yes" and then looked at his reflection, watching his jeans grow bulging and eventually a thick, long, obscene bulge was visible. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, pulling out his new cock so he could admire the masterpiece he had created. Even though it wasn't erect yet, it was already as long as a forearm, as thick as a beer bottle, and hung heavily between his legs like the snake in the Garden of Eden, waiting to seduce women into stealing the forbidden fruit.
" Fucking hell," Jack muttered, stroking his new cock, feeling the veins throb beneath his fingers. " I can't wait to see the look on Sarah's face when she sees this."
Sarah, his landlady, a MILF with exaggerated curves, was the main source of his sexual fantasies. He had always imagined fucking her, kneading her ample breasts, spanking her wide hips, stroking her thick thighs, and burying his cock deep in the cunt where she had birthed her child. Now that he had the Reality Editor, the tool to make his fantasies a reality, he couldn't wait to use it on her.
Jack returns to the screen that asks for the name of the object to be edited, and he types in "Sarah". The screen flickers, and the list of categories appears again. This time, he tapped on "Mind" and found the subcategory "Psychological Condition". He selected it, and another blank screen appeared with the prompt " Please enter the psychological condition you want to induce."
Considering that Sarah was a woman who had been divorced for many years, Jack thought that she might be lonely and in need of a cock to fill her long empty hole. So, as a basis for conquering Sarah, he typed in "Serious Sexual Repression" and then tapped on "Confirm". There is no doubt that such a psychological condition would make Sarah more likely to give in to her desires, especially when faced with a massive cock like his.
Afterwards, Jack returned to the previous screen and selected another subcategory, "Kinks". Again, a blank screen appeared prompting "Please enter the kinks you wish to add."
Obviously, he knew exactly what he wanted to add and typed in "cock addiction" without even thinking about it. He tapped on "Confirm" and the screen flickered once more, this time displaying a message: " Changes have been made. Sarah's personality has been altered to fit the selected kinks. Please be aware that these changes may have unforeseen consequences."
Jack smirked, knowing full well what the consequences would be: Sarah, the proud and independent woman, would be reduced to a horny slut, desperate to please him and his massive cock.
Just as Jack was admiring the edits he had made to Sarah, there was a knock on the door to his room.
" Jack? Are you there, dear?" Sarah's voice came filtering through the door, sweet and concerned, completely unaware of the editing Jack had just done to her.
" Yeah, Sarah. Come in," Jack called out, his voice casual, hiding the excitement and anticipation he felt.
The door creaked open and Sarah stepped inside. She was dressed simply and casually, in a loose-fitting T-shirt and jeans, but it did little to hide her generous curves. Her breasts filled out the shirt, and her nipples poked against the fabric, clearly visible through the thin fabric. Also, her hips were wide and round, like two melons squeezed into the tight jeans. Besides all that, her thighs were thick and firm, and Jack could only imagine how they would feel wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her.
" Hi, sweetie. I was just wondering if you wanted some of those biscuits I made earlier - er, I'm really sorry, I didn't realise you weren't dressed," Sarah stammered, her eyes widening as she took in Jack's naked, muscular body, and the massive cock hanging heavily between his legs," I-I'll just leave them outside your door and-"
" Wait, Sarah," Jack interrupted, his voice low and commanding. He walked towards her, his massive cock bobbing with his steps like a hypnotist's pocket watch, making it a breeze for her to submit to him and just stand there, staring at it so intensely she couldn't take her eyes off it.
It wasn't until Jack stopped in front of her that Sarah felt as if she had awakened from a dream. But it was too late, he was so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating from his body, making her mouth dry.
" I know you have been divorced for many years, I also know that you haven't had a man since then, and I can see that you're still a woman with needs, aren't you?" Jack said, grabbing Sarah's wrist and guiding her hand to his massive cock, and he could feel her trembling as she wrapped her fingers around the shaft." Now, there is a man in front of you, a man with a massive cock you have never seen before. Jerk it off, feel its size, weight, and heat, and imagine how it will fill your dry cunt and empty heart for years and satisfy your needs as a woman."
Like a continuation of the recent "cock hypnosis", even though Sarah knew that this shouldn't happen between her and Jack—her tenant and her son's classmate—she found herself unable to resist his commands.
She began to stroke his cock, tracing its contours with her fingers, and was surprised to realise that this monster, which was about the size of her forearm, was only flaccid and was gradually becoming erect due to her actions.
" If it's in my pussy..." As Sarah's hand moved up and down the length of Jack's cock and felt the throbbing veins, she couldn't help but imagine that it wasn't her hand stroking it, but her pussy, squeezing it, milking it, and taking every inch of it deep inside her. Such imagination was so vivid that she could almost feel the cock filling her, stretching her, and making her feel alive again after years of loneliness and sexual repression.
Immersed in her imagination, Sarah didn't notice that Jack's cock was already fully erect, standing tall and proud — a thick, veiny column of flesh towering over her. Driven by her growing arousal, her hands unconsciously moved faster and faster, bringing the cock to the brink of orgasm.
Finally, in Sarah's daze, Jack could no longer control his urge to ejaculate. With a grunt, his cock pulsed, and a thick stream of cum shot out, hitting her in the face, coating her cheeks, and dripping down her chin. It also spattered onto her T-shirt, leaving a large, wet stain that clung to her skin and clearly outlined her breasts and the hard nipples.
At the same time, Sarah's imagination seemed to have taken over her body. She moaned and trembled, feeling a rush of warmth surge between her legs.
Yes, just by imagining the cock inside her, filling her, stretching her, she had already reached orgasm.
The reality of the situation — she, as a landlady, was standing in her young tenant's room, stroking his massive cock, and getting herself off by just imagining it inside her — hit her like a freight train. After all, the long-term struggle between work and family had led her to believe that she was no longer a woman with desires, but a machine that only knew how to work and take care of her son.
But now, standing in front of Jack, with his massive cock still throbbing in her hand, she realised that she was wrong. She was still a woman, with all the same desires as any other woman.
No, she was more than that. She had suppressed her desires for so long that they had bubbled up inside her like a volcano ready to erupt. And now, the strong, fishy smell of semen is like the smell of sulphur, a sign that the volcano is about to explode, and she can't hold back any longer.
"You fucking bitch," Jack growled, wrapping one hand around Sarah's cheek, smearing the semen all over her face as he stroked it, and finally even shoving his semen-covered thumb into her mouth. " You're a fucking cock-hungry slut, aren't you? You've been starving for a real man's cock, and now you have the chance to get it."
Sarah found herself involuntarily beginning to suck his thumb, her tongue swirling around it, tasting the salty, slightly bitter semen that coated it. The taste, surprisingly, only served to fuel the magma of desire that was already coursing through her veins. She could feel it, hot and molten, churning in her core, threatening to overflow and consume her.
Jack, sensing her increased fervor, pulled his thumb out of her mouth, a string of saliva and semen connecting it to her lips. He smirked, "You like that, don't you, Sarah? You like the taste of my cum. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"
Sarah could only moan in response, her body betraying her. She couldn't help but tilt her head back, trying to follow the string to Jack's thumb. Then her eyes, now glazed with lust, met his, and she saw the mocking smile on his lips.
“You're pathetic, Sarah. I thought you were a mature woman in her fifties, not a little girl who was still wet behind the ears. Looks like I was wrong,” he said, “You think sucking on my thumb is going to satisfy you? You're delusional, Sarah. It's like you're trying to convince yourself that a lollipop is a steak dinner. You are a grown woman who has given birth, for fuck's sake, not a tlittle girl playing dress-up. You need a real cock, not a fucking finger. Now, get on your knees and show me you can take more than just a thumb."
Sarah's body moved of its own accord, her knees hitting the floor with a thud. She was now at eye level with Jack's massive cock, and she could see the veins throbbing, the head swollen and red.
It was a sight that should have made her recoil, but instead, it only served to heighten her desire. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting it. But then, something inside her snapped. She suddenly realised that she was on the brink of a precipice, and if she chose to give in to her desires, she might fall into the abyss forever. The realisation was like a bucket of cold water, and it awakened her from her lustful daze.
Her mind racing with thoughts of propriety and morality, but the voice inside her head, the one that had been suppressed for so long, was now screaming for release. It was the voice of the devil, the voice that whispered of pleasure and sin.
"Sarah, you know you want this," the devil hissed. "You've been craving a real man's touch for so long. Don't let fear hold you back now. Just give in to your desires."
But the angel, the voice of reason, was there too. "Sarah, you can't do this. It's wrong. You're his landlady, for goodness' sake. You can't just throw away your morals for a moment of pleasure."
"Morals? You mean the ones that have kept me lonely and unsatisfied for years?" the devil retorted, its voice sultry and persuasive. "You've been a good girl all your life, Sarah. Look where it's gotten you. Still single, still horny, still unfulfilled. It's time to be a little bad, to take what you want for once."
Sarah hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. The angel was right, she knew. This was wrong, so very wrong. But the devil's words resonated with her, stirred something deep inside her that she had long ignored.
Before Sarah could think further, Jack took the initiative. He grabbed her by the hair, his grip firm yet gentle, and pressed his cock against her lips. The hot, throbbing head pushed against the seam of her mouth, demanding entry. "Open up, Sarah. Show me how much you want it."
"Fucking whore," the devil hissed in Sarah's mind, its voice now dominant. "You always try to pretend to be a saint, but look at you now, kneeling in front of a cock you've been drooling over. You're no better than a common slut. So, stop pretending and just open your mouth. Let that cock in, feel it slide down your throat, and see what it means to be a real woman again."
The devil's words echoed in her mind, drowning out the angel's protests. Sarah felt her resolve crumble like a house of cards in a strong wind, and she parted her lips, allowing Jack's massive cock to slip inside.
The sensation was overwhelming, the heat and the throbbing intensity filling her mouth and overwhelming her senses. Her tongue, once used for polite conversation and the occasional gentle kiss, now wrestled with the monster in her mouth, struggling to accommodate its size.
"Good girl, Sarah. You're finally understanding your purpose," the devil praised her, "A woman's place is on her knees, pleasing a man's cock. That's all you're good for, and that's all you need to be. Now, relax your throat and take it deep. Show him what you're worth."
Sarah felt a surge of determination at the devil's words. She relaxed her throat, allowing Jack's cock to slide deeper inch by inch, until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
Sarah's eyes watered, she felt snot running down her nose and saliva dripping from her mouth. She knew she looked a mess, but she didn't care.She was no longer the prim and proper landlady, nor even a human being. She was merely a vessel, a temple dedicated to the worship of this cock.
"Look at you, Sarah, your mouth is like a fucking glory hole come to life," Jack sneered, grabbing her hair and fucking her mouth with increasing force. "A hole for men to use, to fill with their cum. Have you used this hole to kiss your son, Sarah?"
This question, so sudden and intrusive, washed over her heart with a wave of shame. Yes, this was the mouth that had kissed her son's forehead as she tucked him into bed at night, the mouth that had whispered "I love you" into his ear. But now, it is merely a hole that accommodates another man's cock. Without a doubt, this was her betrayal of her son.
Yet, the image of her son's face was now like a faded photograph in her mind, the color washed out, the edges curled up at the corners. In its place, a vivid, pulsating image of Jack's cock filled her vision, a stark, throbbing monument to her desires.
Yes, she should have felt guilty and stopped right there, but at such a moment, all that seemed like trivial side dishes at the edge of a banquet, merely serving to highlight the sole main course—the cock in her mouth, the cock demanding her attention, her devotion, and her complete surrender. She shovedher guilt aside, letting it fester on the edge of her consciousness,andfocused instead on the sickening excitement that surged through her veins like magma.
But Jack, it seemed, was not satisfied with her silent compliance, and suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth. And Sarah, lost in her desires, reacting purely on instinct. She lifted her head in the direction of the penis being withdrawn, staring at it in a daze, her eyes wide and hungry. Her mouth, now a mess of saliva and semen, hung open, her tongue lolling out like a panting dog, glistening with the mixture of their fluids.
Jack, his face a mask of lust and cruelty, grabbed her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, and forced her head up to look at him. "Answer me, Sarah. Have you used this mouth to kiss your son? Have you used this mouth to kiss your husband? Have you used this mouth to kiss anyone but me?"
Sarah's eyes widened in shock and shame, her cheeks burning with the realization of her betrayal. She had never considered the implications of her actions, never thought about the fact that her son might one day find out about her secret desires. But now, as Jack's fingers tightened in her hair, she couldn't deny the truth. She had kissed her son, had kissed her husband, had kissed other men. And now, she was on her knees, her mouth filled with the cock of a man she barely knew, a man who was using her for his own pleasure.