Chapter 2

How was this possible? Stories weren’t supposed to come to life. More importantly, could he do it again? If he couldn’t, maybe it was just a coincidence after all. An unbelievable coincidence of not just one in a million, but one in a trillion, but still a lucky fluke. If things had happened because he wrote them first, which part in the process made them come to life? After all, his earlier masturbation fantasies had never come true. And what were the limits to this conversion of fiction to reality?

John’s head was a whirlwind of questions. On top of those questions, there were the doubts. First came doubt about her consent. If things with Maria had happened because he wrote them, did she really kiss him out of her own free will? That doubt was easily squashed as he figured that as long as she didn’t feel violated, either at the time or afterwards, he shouldn’t feel bad about either. More important was the question whether he actually caused her break up with her husband. Writing stories to get himself some easy pleasure was all fine, but he didn’t feel comfortable ruining other people’s life just for his own benefit. He’d have to be careful experimenting with this.

First he needed to know how he had caused this. Or at least, what he needed to do to recreate it, if it was at all possible. John tried to think of a situation that was unlikely to happen, but that wouldn’t impact no one’s life too much. He felt it better to leave Maria out of it this time, since he still wasn’t sure about the effects of his story. So who else could he write about without ruining another long term relationship?

His thoughts turned to Liz, his co-worker of about 30. She got divorced a few months ago, so there was no relationship his possible interference would fuck up. She had also never shown any interest in him beyond their professional relationship, so any sexual encounter would be unlikely enough to support his hypothesis that he found an extraordinary way to influence reality. And of course there was the basic requirement that he considered her pretty attractive. She had long brown hair, which she often wore in a ponytail, and bright blue eyes. Her figure was still very attractive, despite the fact that she had given birth to two children in the past. She had a flat stomach and nice full breasts, usually hidden under a rather conservative business attire.

First John tried to simply picture her with him as he masturbated. That didn’t seem to have any effect the next day. As usual, Liz arrived at work dressed in her typical office attire and her attitude was all business when they crossed paths. It wasn’t really unexpected. If simply fantasizing about someone had been enough, he would have lost his virginity several years before his 19th birthday and his list of “conquests” would have been much longer.

Next he wrote a quick and simple story about Liz wanting to make a change in her life, a new wardrobe being part of it. When she caught him looking at her, she’d begin flirting with him. That would quickly lead to some mind-blowing sex. John felt a little ridiculous for writing such an empty story, but this wasn’t an attempt to create a literary masterpiece. In the end it didn’t matter, as the next day reality again remained unchanged.

John began to think that he had just wasted his time with a silly idea. Maybe he had just gotten lucky with Maria, caused by a series of random coincidences that would never happen again. There was now only one more thing he could try. He searched for the AI-tool he used the first time and began rewriting the story. The difference with his original story was clear, as the AI helped him make it much more descriptive. When it was finished, he sat back and let out a deep breath. He couldn’t wait to see what would happen the next day at work.

The following day at work, his mind was occupied with thoughts of Liz and what might happen. As he walked through the doors of his floor and went the round of greeting everyone as he usually did, he felt his heart beating a little faster as he approached Liz’s office. This was it. Her clothing choice for the day would tell him all he needed to know.

Liz was sitting at her desk, typing away on her computer. She looked up as he appeared in her door, offering him a friendly smile. But it was her outfit that caught John’s attention. Gone were her usual suit pants and blazer, replaced by a bright red blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of her cleavage. Even better, her nipples were clearly visible as they poked through the thin fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra! That was something he had explicitly included in his story because he thought it would tell him a lot regarding the link between his stories and what happened next. There was simply no way a woman with her figure would show up at work braless under any slightly normal circumstances. John couldn’t see it while Liz was sitting at her desk, but he already knew then that she had chosen to wear a white skirt under her blouse. A skirt he’d be lifting soon enough.

But for the moment, he needed to pace himself. Even though he could feel his desire building, both in his mind as physically, he should stick to the script. That was how he now thought about his stories. They were scripts to his life, guiding the actions of others. In his story Liz had made a pass at him, not the other way around, so he’d wait for her to make the first move. At the time of writing he figured that was the safest way to proceed. If he was wrong about all this, and the effect of his stories only existed in his mind, he didn’t want the embarrassment of being shot down by a co-worker who was more than 10 years his junior.

“Good morning, Liz. I hope you don’t mind me saying that you look especially nice today.”

“Good morning, John. And thanks. I just thought it was time for me to move on after my divorce. Get back out there, you know?” Liz replied with a smile.

Oh, he knew. But his reply was a simple “Good for you.”

“Oh, John, now that you’re here, could you help me with something? This program doesn’t seem to want to do what I need it to do.”

“Sure.”

As he walked over to her desk, Liz stood up so he could sit in her chair so he could take a look at the problem. John quickly noticed her problem wasn’t really a problem. He was sure she could have solved it perfectly by herself, but then again, he had basically made her ask him for his help. As he dealt with the “problem”, Liz was standing closely behind him, watching him work. As he explained what he was doing, she bent over so she could follow better on the screen. In doing so, she pushed her breasts against his shoulders. The sensation of her soft flesh against him made him stutter for a moment, undoubtedly signaling to her that he knew which body part was touching him. But Liz didn’t change her position and even when he finished talking, she stayed like that. She even started to slightly rub her tits against him. This definitely wasn’t by accident anymore! Reluctantly John got up again. Well, not completely reluctantly, as he knew there was more to come.