Andrew had a really strained relationship with his single mother, who he lived with. She always tried to guilt trip him because she paid for his college, but Andrew hadn’t even wanted to go to college. Maybe the Chronivac could help…
He went to his own profile, and clicking “family,” selected his mother.
“Hmmmmm. I wonder.” He said, a twisted grin on his face.
His mother wasn’t horrifically unattractive or anything like that, but she wasn’t anything close to a MILF. She was skinny and short, with a slender frame, yet she somehow still had a pudgy stomach. Andrew noted that she barely ate anything.
She looked stuck up, and even worse, acted like a headmistress at a reform school. Andrew wondered how he could maybe make her relax when he had a sudden stroke of perverted genius.
He laughed to himself as he decided to change reality…
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Hillary Reinhardt was a woman who knew what she wanted - at least she thought she did. She wanted a man! She worked hard, she had a great job, and an ungrateful little shit of a son. Well, maybe not a *shit,* but she wished he could see what she was doing for him. Ever since she’d been knocked up by a one night stand so many years ago, she’d worked hard and provided for him. And she expected something in return for it. She wanted him to go to college, get a degree, be successful - do what she was. Someone who focused on being the best they could possibly be. But Andrew wasn’t like that, he never had been. So she “made” him go to college. She knew he wasn’t taking it seriously. Maybe she just had to be stricter.
She sighed as she flipped through dating apps on her phone, the 40 year old woman trying to find a hot hunk of a man…
******
Andrew laughed almost manically as he put the final touches on his plan. He needed his mom to unwind, to find something to relax. He added in a few “extras” too.
Andrew had made it so that his mom had developed an extreme addiction to lesbian porn. The more she masturbated to it, the more she’d relax. It would also “beautify” her once she’d orgasmed. In the beginning, the rewritten reality stated, Hillary felt no arousal but simply couldn’t look away. She was three months deep now, and she’d just started masturbating about a week ago, reaping the beautifying effects. In addition, she felt so much shame she’d never tell anyone about it, let alone go to therapy. No one noticed her new changes (except her and Andrew) and she was slowly becoming accustomed to her new life. Andrew hit enter and waited for the changes to happen.
******
Reality shifted. Hillary’s swiping through apps was now her watching lesbian porn on her phone, her other hand down her pants. She felt… Good. The porn helped her relax, and masturbating felt, well, good. But she was confused. She’d never liked women before. A part of her was starting to become convinced that she’d just repressed these feelings; but she just wasn’t sure. Not helping things was that nothing felt good unless she watched the porn, the beautiful women giving her indescribable joy. Scarily, she’d changed a bit - her skin became clearer, wrinkles disappeared, she’d lost a bit of weight - even her breasts had grown an entire cup size. This had only happened after she began masturbating. Now, she couldn’t stop. And the scary thing was, no one else seemed to notice her new body. She wondered what to do next as another mind-numbing orgasm filled her…