Editing Reailty Book 1, Chapter 2: Hottie’s Naughty Thanks

Editing Reality

Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created

Chapter Two: Hottie’s Naughty Thanks

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Steve Davies

I closed the app.

Time unpaused.

The angel faded away as I shifted in my chair, glancing around at my students. The sound returned, the scratching of pencils as they continued their test, only the wheezing breathing of the old Kyleigh wasn’t present. None of the students sitting by her seemed to noticed that the formerly morbidly obese girl was replaced by a curvy, busty, barely legal beauty. Mathew didn’t gape at the appearance of a new hottie. Courtney didn’t blink at the appearance of the new beauty.

Kyleigh was utterly transformed, her clothing shifting to fit her new body. She wore her uniform differently than before, it clung to her tight instead of being loose. I hadn’t changed her clothing at all, forgetting about it, but I had edited the world, and apparently it had shifted even what she wore. She had makeup on now, a subtle touch to enhance her face. Her black hair wasn’t short and lank, but now had curls and volume, falling in a shimmer to her shoulders.

She glanced up at me and there was a twinkle in her eyes. My cock throbbed as a flush of guilty lust rippled through me. She was attracted to me. I was her college professor. I shouldn’t have manipulated her sexuality and now…

Now she wanted me. I could feel it in the way she shifted.

I swallowed, staring down at my phone. I had two more uses. I tried to focus on that. On what I should do with my powers. I could affect things. I could make things better. Kyleigh was happy now. She wouldn’t get picked on. She wouldn’t be miserable. And…

I tried not to think about my wife. She was out of town. She wouldn’t know and… I could edit her so she wouldn’t care.

This was seductive. This power. I had always thought I was a good man. Yes, I made mistakes. Who didn’t? But this… It was like I could shape the world to be what I wanted. Instead of owning up to my mistakes, I could just change reality to accept it.

Why would God give this power to me?

As I thought, my mind wandering, the scratch of pencils slowed. Students, with Seth at the lead, set their tests on my desk. The stack grew and grew. When Kyleigh sauntered up, her large breasts swaying in her blouse, half the buttons undone, showing off a hint of her lacy bra. She had her gray vest and tie slung over her arm.

When had she taken those off?

“Mr. Davies,” she purred, her voice sultry. The nineteen-year-old girl winked at me before she turned around and sauntered back to her desk. Her skirt swayed around her ass. It was such an… enticing sight.

Finally, Nikkole dropped off her test, the blonde’s blouse almost as unbuttoned as Kyleigh’s, her vest also clutched in her hand along with her tie. The cheerleader also had that sway, my cock aching now. I could edit her to like me and…

I pushed that thought down. Kyleigh needed to be changed. Nikkole didn’t have any problems. I couldn’t go down that route.

There was still time in the class, so I launched into a lecture. I stood up, clearing my throat, struggling not to look at the way Kyleigh filled out her blouse, or the way her green eyes followed me, almost glowing with a passion.

“Technical writing,” I said as I moved before my class, “is about more than just writing manuals for products or blurbs for marketing, it’s also about creating legal documents.” I tapped the computer on my desk. It was connected to the projector that was cradled on the ceiling and shone on the whiteboard. I marched over and flipped off the lights.

On the screen was the charter of our town, Rainier. It was located on the east side of Lake Washington near Seattle. The words on the charter were scrawled across it in a flowing , handwritten. It had clauses in paragraphs of varying sizes. My students shifted, Seth pushing up his glasses before getting ready to take notes, Courtney following. Matthew frowned, the football player’s bluff face looking confused.

“This is our town’s charter,” I said. “The way it was written is very important. You know why?”

“Um… because it gives our mayor powers?” Evita asked. The Hispanic girl cocked her head, her bleached-blonde hair shifting about her shoulders.

“It lets the mayor collect taxes,” Nikkole added.

“Well, not the mayor,” I said. “But the city’s treasury has that power to at the behest of the mayor and the city council. It’s found in paragraph 14. The way the language is crafted is precise. Technical writing is all about precision. Whereas creative writing can be vague, to obfuscate and make the reader think, to use metaphors to invoke emotions, technical writing cannot do that.”

“Does it explain why our mayor sucks?” Matthew asked. “My dad wants him recalled.”

I shifted. I didn’t normally talk about my politics. “Mayor Wright isn’t doing that great of a job, and if you look at paragraph twenty-one, you can see that there is the ability to recall him built into our town charter. That precise language is what gives power to us, the citizens, to control our government. So I want you to read the charter over the weekend. Study it. See how the language is used to craft the rights you have and the limitations and powers that are given to the representatives of our town’s government.”

A groan rippled through the class.

I glanced at the clock. “Okay, you’re dismissed. Enjoy your day and the weekend.”

The students filed out. One by one, they spilled out of the room, talking and laughing. Matthew strutted with Nikkole at his side, his large body filling out his uniform. Skinny Seth scurried out after him. My eyes followed Evita as she sauntered out, the Hispanic beauty as much a tease as ever. My hand tightened on the phone. I could… edit her and…

I swallowed.

Kyleigh lingered. She was slowly putting away her books in her backpack. I swallowed. Was she having trouble with her new body? Was there as part of her that remembered being a girl two hundred pounds heavier? Did she feel lighter now? Off-balanced without all that bulk? Then her eyes fell on me as she straightened, her large breasts jiggling.

I swallowed. This was really going to happen. I created this. The angel blessed this. She gave me this power and… I changed Kyleigh. I made her better. It was only fair that I got a reward. That I could give her confidence in her new body. To let her know that she was attractive. She didn’t have to be shunned any longer.

She sauntered to me as the last student, Courtney, filed out, my door closing behind her. Kyleigh’s hips swayed. Her breasts almost poured out of her blouse. She had such a smoky look on her face. She was so different. I could see the hints of the old her in there, but I had never seen such a confident look. Something sensual and mature, something utterly feminine that had my blood boiling.

“Mr. Davies,” she said, her voice a liquid purr. “I wanted to speak to you… in private.” Her smile grew larger. “Do you have time?”

I swallowed as she stood before my desk. She leaned over, an almost casual gesture, but I knew it was deliberate to show me her cleavage. It was that deliberate gesture any woman who had a gorgeous body did to display it to her advantage. Something practiced. Something a girl who’d just gained this body wouldn’t have.

This power had rewritten everything that came before in Kyleigh’s life. I bet if I looked at older pictures of her, it wouldn’t be of her fatter self.

“It’s… very important,” she purred, her voice liquid.

My lusts surged through me. I knew this was wrong. I was her instructor. I was married. I loved my wife, but… Those breasts. Those firm, young breasts. My dick grew harder and harder. All these years teaching these young sluts, wearing their schoolgirl uniforms—gray vests over crisp, white blouses and those wonderful skirts—but finding ways to still look sultry and sensual, to tease with their budding flesh. It was all distilled into this girl who wanted me, her sexuality modified to find this acceptable.

“I have the next hour free,” I said. “If you need a private lesson.”

“Very private, Mr. Davies,” she said. “I just… realized how amazing your lessons are. How great they are. And you don’t get enough recognition. You don’t get enough praise. But you deserve it. A reward…”

I swallowed, my heart pounding. My dick was lead pressing at my boxers. “What are you thinking?”

“I have this… idea,” she said, her fingers playing with a button of her blouse. She pushed the button through the eyelet. Her bra came into view. A soft gray trimmed with lace. Something sensual. Something that a girl wore to be seen by the right person.

She undid another button. A third. I groaned as she sauntered around the desk, her white blouse sliding off her shoulders. Her large breasts jiggled, cradled in her bra. It was a delight. I groaned as I turned in my chair. Her hands reached behind her, undoing the clasp. She slipped it off and the straps fell down her arms. The cups slid away from her large breasts, exposing them.

Her nipples were fat, a fetching hue of dusky pink. I groaned at how firm her large breasts looked, a youthfulness I hadn’t experienced in two decades. She dropped her bra before her, moving with such confidence.

“I know how much you like my tits,” she purred. “I’ve felt you staring at them. Watching them. You’ve ached to see them like this, haven’t you?”

I groaned, “Yes,” even though I’d never ogled her before. But I was the only one that could remember the original reality before I edited it. “They’re gorgeous.”

Her smile grew, taking joy in the compliment. Joy I gave her. She never would have had such delight before.

“You’ve taught me so much, and I just feel like I need to thank you,” she said as she knelt before me.

My chair creaked as I shifted. She turned me, her hands gripping my knees through my slacks. She slid her hands up them, her large tits swaying. My blood grew hotter and hotter the higher up my legs she traveled. My dick throbbed with my pounding heartbeat. Her fingernails, painted bright red now, scratched across the fabric.

I groaned as her hand reached my crotch. She felt me through them, stimulating my dick. The pleasure flowed through me. It was this incredible delight. Her smile grew naughtier and naughtier. Her emerald eyes were glowing with her awakened desires.

“You’re just so handsome, Mr.