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Why such nice things are happening to you. Like those tits.” “Powers?” I asked, frowning. “He can edit reality,” Mom said with such a straight face. “It's why such naughty things are happening. blonde He transformed you, gave you the courage to finally act masturbating on your love for him. Before his edit, you were too shy to ever approach him. You and Sam were always fighting because you both knew the other loved him and you were jealous.” “I was jealous of Sam?” I blinked at that. My sister teen was so cute. “I love her.” “Now. Your father... smoothed things out in the family.” Mom smiled at me. “Sam and I, apparently, used to fight all the time because she liked wearing pants.” “Sam hates wearing pants.” I shook my head, struggling to understand what was going on. “Now.” Mom smiled. “See, your father changed things. I don't even pretend to understand how it works, but he has the ability. He's proven it to me more times than I care to count, and he's made our family happy and prosperous. Now he wants all our amateur help to expand. He can edit more. He wants to make Rainier into a paradise. Are you going to help him?” “Of course I am,” I said, stunned by the import of all of this. The choir began singing as I struggled to understand. Editing Reality. It sounded like my father was changing world lines, the path an object traveled through time. Theoretically, since the laws of the universe are immutable, the path of every particle was determined in the moment of the big bang. Some materialist believed that free will was merely an illusion of homemade our mind. A delusion that lets tits us cope with the seeming chaos of the world and feel like we have any mastery of it when in reality we just respond to stimuli in a predictable manner. If you could break the chain of cause and effect and go back in time, you could alter a world line. This would have rippling changes, affecting more and more particles. And since humans were made up of trillions and trillions of atoms, all coming in and leaving our body, combining in new ways through chemical reactions or breaking apart, it could change so much. Apparently in ways that violated the laws of physics. My tits shouldn't attract attention but they did. “This is really fascinating,” I told Mom as we walked down the hallway. "Another twenty days, then they will tits be nothing also. The dress masturbating - though it wasn't much of a dress - barely covered her ass with a tight red teen fabric. Jennifer on the other hand, can’t get out to her old car fast enough dragging a trashcan from one of the offices out to the car. “Well, Melanie thinks I should have an office, at least, here to make as my ‘home base’. Their mothers were lovers (their family was super complicated and gave me a headache trying to amateur think about it) so they lived together. His torment was eventually interrupted by the intercom on his desk. “Yes, my lover,” she said, smiling, “I will, gladly.” I didn't put up a fight, or scream for help, or try to run away from him. I would love to have her delicate hands homemade wrapped around my cock. She had obviously rehearsed what she was going to say. Rub them, lick them, suck them, whatever. blonde