Since this app seemed to alter reality, this would be the perfect opportunity for William to fix a few things. Namely, that Billy is still breastfeeding and using diapers at twelve. William cheerfully changed “twelve-year-old” to “one-year-old”. Billy promptly shrunk on his lap, back to an infant.
“That’s better,” William sighed in relief. He generated a new sentence, about to remove his breasts, but decided against it. Breastfeeding Billy felt very nice. And he liked how his body now looked. A coworker of William walked past. A man that William has always liked the appearance of. Well, Sarah wanted a divorce after discovering William was gay, so he might as well give in to his urges. William generated a new sentence.
“The man is watching his coworker breastfeed.” William changed it to “The man is watching his husband breastfeed.”
“Hey there, honey,” the coworker said, sitting next to William on the bench. After a moment, William remembers his name to be Joel.
“Hi, Joel.”
“I take it you only got custody of Billy.”
“Yeah. But now we can have a family of our own, raising kids without Sarah being involved,” William said. Joel grinned.
“Yes. Kids. I’ve been looking into adoption…” As Joel spoke, William generated a new sentence. He wanted more kids, but didn’t want to adopt. He wanted biological kids. And more specifically, he didn’t want to carry them. It took a few tries, but finally William generated a sentence that allowed him to replace Joel’s penis with a vagina.
“Why adopt?” William asked. He grinned. “Let’s get to work on making another kid right now.”
“Are you sure? I mean, Billy’s still so young.” Joel sighed after a moment. “Though we did agree that I would carry the kids and you would nurse them. Okay.”
William burped Billy, put him in the baby carrier that had appeared when he turned Billy into a baby, and then dragged Joel into a nearby supply closet. He removed his and Joel’s bottoms.
“Just a quickie. But it might be the quickie that makes a baby,” William purred into Joel’s ear. He pushed Joel up against the wall and began to thrust into his husband. Joel moaned, turning William on even more. He pounded harder.
“Oh, yes, fuck me!” Joel moaned in a husky voice, bucking his hips against William. After a few minutes, William finally came, shooting a load into Joel’s waiting uterus.
“That was a good one,” William said. Joel nodded, winded, and then got dressed. He left the closet to tend to Billy, who had started to cry in the hall. William got out the phone and generated a new sentence.
“William unsuccessfully impregnated Joel.” William changed “unsuccessfully” to “successfully” and generated another sentence. “Joel is in his first trimester of a twin pregnancy.”