William didn’t want to force his son to stop breastfeeding before he was ready. That was his primary parenting method, and the reason Billy wasn’t potty trained yet. But William also didn’t want to be a breastfeeding man. With a sigh, William changed “man” to “woman”. He felt his internal organs rearrange themselves, his hair grow out, and his body shape change to a slim hourglass. Without looking, William knew he had become a gorgeous woman.
So gorgeous, in fact, that she attracted the attention of a man walking by. Billy finished breastfeeding from Wilma and sat on the bench next to her. The man walking by stopped to stare at her exposed breasts. Not noticing Billy picking up the phone and messing with it, Wilma became very horny. She got up and walked over to the stranger, then pulled him over to a nearby supply closet.
“Fuck me,” she whispered to the stranger. The stranger grinned. He quickly stripped, then pulled off Wilma’s clothes as well. Then he pushed Wilma against the wall and began to kiss her neck passionately. “Get inside me!” Wilma shouted. The stranger obliged, skipping foreplay and shoving his member deep within her opening. Wilma let out a cry of delight. “Harder!” He continued to pound her until he came inside, shooting a thick load of cum.
Outside, Bill grinned. He was a little bit foggy about what was happening, but knew Wilma wasn’t supposed to be his mother, no matter how delicious her breastmilk was. So he had quickly turned her horny enough to fuck the first man she saw. While they were having sex, he made his getaway. But before Wilma ceased to be within the range of the phone, Bill gave her one last gift.
He generated a new sentence. “Wilma is being fucked by a complete stranger.” Bill quickly changed it to “Wilma is being impregnated by a complete stranger.” After a couple more refreshes, he upped the number of fetuses she was pregnant with to four. Just for good measure. Unbeknownst to him, however, the app had somehow also been placed on her phone, giving her the ability to change reality one word at a time as well.
Bill wandered away, generating new sentences to try to fix the situation. Though, being on the other end of a change had made him a bit confused as to how he was supposed to be. First things first, he got rid of his poopy boxers and replaced them with a clean diaper. He considered giving himself potty training, but he couldn’t remember having it before, and he liked going wherever and whenever he wanted, so he left that.
Next, he had to make sure he had a good source of breastmilk. He’d never been weaned, after all. He didn’t know how to eat solid food. Bill refreshed until he found a suitable sentence. “Bill always wants breastmilk” became “Bill always finds breastmilk”. On cue, a man standing nearby suddenly grew enormous breasts.
“Ooh,” the man moaned, massaging his breasts. He looked around. “I need someone to feed from me!” he spotted Bill. “Kid, come here!” The man sat down on a bench and took off his shirt. His mouth watering, Bill drank deeply from the stranger’s breasts. It was even better than Wilma’s. Still feeding, Bill generated a new sentence.
“The man breastfeeding Bill is his uncle.” Bill’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t recognize the man. Maybe he was Wilma’s brother. Bill changed the sentence to “The man breastfeeding Bill is his wet-nurse.”
After draining his new wet-nurse, Bill was burped by the man. Then, to his surprise, he was picked up and carried outside. Bill generated a sentence quickly. “Bill is being taken home by his wet-nurse.” Before he could change it or generate a new sentence, the phone fell from his hands. Bill watched helplessly as his ability to change reality was stripped from him.