Chapter 8: Creating a New Secretary

Steve Davies

I shoved my teaching materials into my satchel while admiring the naked girls in my classroom. Two weeks had passed since I’d edited my classroom to have every girl strip naked. I had a lot of fun. I’d enjoyed all my female students, savoring their underage snatches quivering about my cock. My students were learning even better than before.

Two weeks of fun. Two weeks of improving things.

I was editing the people I knew, making their lives better. I found friends that were having financial problems, health problems, and relationship problems and tweaked them. I improved the beauty of a dozen girls at my school, increasing the number of hotties attending Rainier Christian High.

I scanned my students. I still didn’t know who the other editor was. I could still find no evidence of their existence. No student at my school was edited by them. No staff. No parents that I could find. No one at my church. In my social life.

Only that one ballot-printing machine.

Maybe they weren’t in Rainier, and yet they had made me mayor of the city. It was exasperating. I didn’t understand it one bit. I was about to be sworn in as mayor. I would get my chance to change things without using the app.

Why would they put me in this position?

I spent hours thinking about it. Racking my brain. It made no damned sense to me at all. Anael claimed he was my opponent. That we were playing a game, but she couldn’t tell me what the rules were. The stakes.

“The rules are what you and your opponent make of it,” Anael had said. “The stakes are up to you two to decide. You have the free will to do it.”

“Then why is he making me mayor?” I’d asked. “How is that doing anything but give me an advantage?”

Anael had shrugged then suggested I fuck Yumiko Itou again. I did like that sexy, Japanese girl cumming on my cock. She was already pregnant with her boyfriend’s child, which made it hotter to spill in her.

The door to my classroom opened and Linnaea Griffin walked in. She was my substitute for the rest of the day, a slender, young woman. She had bright, blue eyes, her blonde hair pulled up in a bun that gave her this naughty expression as her fingers immediately slipped out of the dark-blue blazer she wore.

“Hey, Linnaea,” I said, smiling as she hung her blazer on a coat rack I’d added to my classroom. Next to it was a cubby shelf holding my female student’s clothing in their own slots. “I’m glad you could come by.”

“Oh, I’m happy to take over one of your classes, Steve,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. I smiled. She had no idea she was doing anything weird, the aura in the classroom adjusting her mind.

Linnaea’s youthful body came into view. She was in her mid-twenties, a delicious cutie. She removed her white blouse, her breasts clad in a cream-hued bra. A gold cross swayed as she reached behind her to unclasp her brassiere. She removed it, exposing her perky tits, small handfuls begging to be cupped, her nipples growing hard. She had a flat stomach and an outie bellybutton. She wiggled out of her skirt, her panties matching the bra. She slipped out of that next, her golden bush trimmed.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” I said, appreciating her naked body. “Tessa, be a dear and eat out Miss Griffin’s pussy. Make her feel welcome.”

“Yes, Mr. Davies,” purred the star of the girls’ basketball team. She bounded to her feet, her teardrop-shaped breasts quivering. She darted over, licking her lips.

Curious, I pulled out my phone as Tessa fell to her knees before Linnaea. I navigated through the substitute teacher’s menus to her Sexuality Sub-Menu. She was about as straight as she could be. I knew she was pretty conservative Christian, coming from a charismatic church. Thanks to this room, she just smiled in delight then moaned as the redhead went to town on her pussy.

“Have a good one,” I said, slipping my phone back into my pocket. I groped her ass on my way out of the room.

“Uh-huh,” quivered Linnaea, her blue eyes wide with pleasure. “Oh ... Oh, Tessa ... That’s ... That’s ... Oh, my.”

I grinned and left my classroom. I really needed to fuck more of the girls in the later hours, but the ones in first few classes always distracted me. I still needed to enjoy Rois and Dotty in this period, and JoBeth Black in my last class was a delicious treat.

My wife waited in the hallway. She wasn’t wearing her nurse’s scrubs but a nice outfit, something appropriate for what we were doing. It was a lovely dress, covered in flowery designs. It belted tight about her waist and the skirt fell down past her knees. The blouse had a scoop neckline, showing off a hint of her cleavage.

“She has a cute ass,” my wife said, staring past me at the closing classroom door. “What are my chances in seducing her?”

“Outside of my classroom?” I asked. “Not much. She’s straight as an arrow.”

My wife grinned. “Mmm, but arrows bend and flex when they’re fired. You never know what I can do.”

I smiled and put my arm around my wife’s shoulders. We headed down the hallway as I shook my head, my cock hard picturing my wife showing Linnaea a whole new world of pleasure. My dick twitched.

“I could edit her to make her more ... amendable,” I told my wife.

“Where’s the fun in that?” she asked. “It’s not like you’re editing women for Becky to seduce any longer.”

I smiled. Our eldest daughter was blossoming after her mother. She had seduced several of her female teachers. I tweaked a few of them to give her a good chance and swell her confidence, but her last one, Rosemarie Blum, I only edited to fix the horrific scars a car accident left her, restoring the history teacher’s natural beauty.

“You haven’t wasted your edits for the day?” my wife asked as we neared the front of the school.

“Wasted?” I asked.

She patted my cock. “Sometimes you think with this and listen to that naughty angel prowling around you.”

My wife was still the only one that knew about Anael and the powers. She had never seen Anael. Even if the angel appeared when time wasn’t paused, no one could see her but me. They couldn’t even touch her. She seemed to only be able to manipulate people when they were paused.

“I have all three,” I said as we walked outside.

“Good,” my wife said. “Ooh, this is going to be interesting. You’re going to be mayor. And that’s just the beginning. We’re going to do so much for our community.”

I smiled, nodding my head. No more leaders messing up our town. I wouldn’t be swayed by a lobbyist working for big business. I would improve my town for everyone living here. The homeless were my pet project. It was how I ended up as mayor. I edited the outgoing mayor, Preston Wright, and the city council to be too altruistic.

They had passed an insane ordinance to increase property tax by 23% to build opulent homeless apartments. It was a big mistake on my part and led to me editing the recall election into existence. That led to my opponent making me into the mayor.

Why? That still itched at me.

Today, I was going to City Hall in advance of my Saturday swearing in. To meet the people, the staff, and get a feel for my new job. It was exciting. My fingers tingled with the opportunities it would provide.

It would mean more work for me. I would have to split my time between “teaching” and helping run the town. But I was eager for it.

I drove from the school through our town, leaving behind the school. We soon entered the heart of Rainier, our small community on the east side of Lake Washington. Mount Rainier, our namesake, loomed to the southeast, a white pinnacle thrust over the rest of the Cascade Mountains. The local businesses that I would protect passed by: Kern’s hardware, Rainier Cafe, George’s Cafe, Bullseye Gun Shop, The Ink Quill, The Green Thumb. There were the corporate locations, too, the Starbucks, the McDonalds, the Chipotle, and more. They were vital to the town’s economy.

I had to guide it all. I smiled as I drove past the citizens. They were all my responsibility. I had to improve their lives. I had to make Rainier an even better town. I felt the weight of my new position pressing on me as I neared City Hall.

I was eager for it. I had used my powers selfishly enough. It was time to give back.

I arrived at City Hall. I’d been here a handful of times. The last time was the disastrous announcement from Mayor Wright when I realized just how badly I messed up editing him. I parked behind the building and headed around the sidewalk with my wife to the main doors. They were glass, the city seal in gold on the door.

My hand tingled as I opened it, my wife clinging to my arm.

“Mr. Davies?” a young woman said. She was a little on the plump side, cute in a curvy way. She had her hair dyed purple and buzzed short on the right side. The tattoo of a purple butterfly adorned her throat, peeking out of the lilac blouse she wore, a pair of tight pants clinging to her thighs. Black plugs swelled her earlobes, spreading her normal earring piercings wider than my thumb. “Hi, I’m Imogene. We spoke on the phone.”

“Yes, hi,” I said, smiling at her and thrusting my hand out. “Nice to meet you. And you can call me Steve.”

“Hi, Steve,” she said, taking it, shaking with a clammy hand. Imogene would be my secretary here, her smile polite.

“This is my wife, Linda,” I said, releasing it.

“How nice to meet you,” Imogene said.

“Yes,” my wife said, her voice tight. It was subtle, but I knew her. She did not approve of Imogene.

“Well,” Imogene said, “let’s get the tour started.”

My wife pulled a legal pad out of her purse and began writing down notes on it. Imogene blinked but she just kept smiling. The plump girl turned and marched across the lobby, crossing the polished marble floor with the city seal set into it.

Imogene led us through the public areas, the small courtroom, the various offices that the citizens could come to for information or to get a variety of permits, then she led us up to the upper levels where the offices were. My wife kept writing the entire time, her pen rasping on the pad. Imogene would stop at office doors and knock. On some, no one answered, but on others, they did. I met Semyon Markov, our chief of police. He was a tall Russian with a crushing handshake and a big grin.

He clapped my shoulder, “We need to get together to talk about my department budget.”

“Of course,” I told him. “I have some ideas to make the police a friendlier department.”

His smile slipped a little.

I checked my phone of Chief Markov and blinked as I opened up his Relationship Sub-Menu. His daughter was at the top of the list. He had the sort of “inappropriate” desires for her that I could understand. It would be useful to have this man on my side.

To make him happy.

Then I met Kalie Fairclough, the city manager. She ran the day-to-day decisions of the town, hired for her skills instead of being elected. She was an attractive woman in her late thirties, her auburn hair spilling about her face. I smiled appreciatively at her breasts swelling the ruffled, green blouse she wore, her black pencil skirt hugging her curves.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davies,” she said, a bright smile on her lips.

“Oh, yes, it is,” said Linda, nodding her head in approval. She wrote down something on her list. “Just a delight. I know the three of us are going to be working so close.”

Kalie blinked. “Um, well, are you going to be spending time here, Mrs. Davies?”

“Of course,” my wife said, writing more. “I’m his adviser. Right, honey.”

I grinned at my wife. “If I said no, I’d be making my own dinners for a week and sleeping on the couch.”

Kalie laughed, a polite sound while Imogene giggled, her plump jowls jiggling. “Well, I’ll leave you to your tour, Mr. Davies. I have a meeting with the budget committee.” Her face tightened. “We have to find the money for the Christmas celebration.”

I nodded. “It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’ll be even more of a pleasure to get to know you,” my wife purred, her eyes smoky.

Imogene continued our tour. We met the city attorney, the man I’d edited to trigger the recall election. He was in his office, reclined back. I couldn’t edit him at all, so I hoped we would get along normally. He seemed like a pleasant man.

We were on our way to my office when we ran into Mayor Wright. The grandfatherly man scowled at the sight of me. He held a box in his hands, holding his personal effects. He shifted as he stared at me, his cheeks growing a little red.

“So you’re him,” he grunted.

“Yeah, Steve Davies,” I said, shifting. It was all my fault that he lost his position. Not that I ever approved of his actions, but ... Guilt still boiled through me. “Um ... well ... Good luck, Mr. Preston.”

“Yeah,” the mayor said. “You’re just going to be like I used to be. A spineless eel not willing to take chances. To mold this town.” There was a fever in the man’s eyes. “I tried, and look what happened. Small minds, Mr. Davies. Everyone has small minds. They don’t see the truth that this is all just bullshit.”

“Okay,” I said, shifting.

“Bullshit. You’re going to repeal my tax, aren’t you? First thing. You’re going to undo the one good thing I ever did.”

“You went too far,” I said, this awkward strain warping the air around us. There was nothing I could do to fix this. Mayor Wright was proof of why I had to think of everything before acting. I couldn’t afford to fuck-up again.

“I didn’t go far enough,” he said. He sighed. “Just remember that. You’re serving the people. You need to make their lives better. Everyone. I didn’t realize that at first.” He shook his head. “Too late now.”

“I will,” I said, feeling sober.

Mayor Wright stalked away.

Imogene shifted. “Well ... uh ... that was...” She swallowed. “Um, this way, Steve. Your office is right this way.”

I nodded my head, ideas already percolating in my mind. The door still had Mayor Wright’s name in gold letters on the frosted window. Imogene opened it, her desk just to the side. The room was larger than the rest of the offices, a wide window looking out onto the front of the city hall and the bustling Founder Street running out front. The desk was sparse, a computer monitor resting on it. The desk looked old, like it had been here since the town’s founding over a hundred years ago. There were several oil paintings on the wall of men, probably the first few mayors.

“The, uh, globe,” said Imogene, stopping before an antique globe by the wall, “can store alcohol. Mayor Wright liked to enjoy a drink in the afternoon. It’s been here for a long time, or so I’ve been told.”

“I’m not a drinker,” I said, reaching the desk, touching it. There were bookshelves. It looked so formal. I felt the weight of the office. There was an ... aura around it. This place had been the heart of the town since its inception.

It had absorbed that ... energy.

I could edit it.

“Well, that’s the tour,” Imogene said. “Um...”

“Could you give us some privacy,” my wife said, her voice still tight. “Thank you.”

“Yeah,” Imogene said, a sulky tone to the young woman’s voice.

She turned around and stalked out. Her ears seemed to sway, weighed down by her plugs. I shook my head. Young people did such strange things to their bodies. It was like each generation had to one-up the preceding one. I shuddered to think what my grandchildren’s generation would do to stand out.

“She needs modification,” my wife said the moment the door closed. “I have some ideas.”

“I noticed,” I said, looking around. “I was thinking of editing this room first.”

“Oh, want to make every woman who walks into your office strip naked and get wet?” Linda asked, a saucy grin on her lips. Her green eyes twinkled.

My dick twitched. “No, to make people want to help me. To cooperate with my ideas.”

My wife nodded her head. “I was thinking of something similar. Something subtle so that when they leave, they think positive about you and your ideas, too. It’s not enough that they just support you. You can win them over. Not a full change, but just something to give more weight to your words and opinions.”

“That should be doable,” I said, my fingers flexing.

“Now, here are my ideas for your secretary,” my wife said, tearing off a sheet of paper and handing it over.

I stared down at my wife’s notes:

Remove Imogene’s ghastly tattoo Remove her ear expanders Remove twenty pounds from her Change her hairstyle to something more feminine Restore her hair color to its natural hue Change Imogene so she is a loving girl eager to serve her mayor Change Imogene’s morality to be loyal to her mayor above all others Make Imogene bisexual if she’s not already Have Imogene wear thigh-high stockings and shorter skirts If she has any nipple or genital piercings, she can keep those Remove the mole on her right arm Make sure she is healthy Improve her relationships if needed If desired, honey, increase her breasts a cup size Her nose is too big

“You really thought about this?” I said.

“Yes, she has such a lovely body, she just needs to take care of it.” My wife shifted her hips. “We need to help people be healthier, too.” My wife was a nurse. She pressed me to jog and made sure I ate a balanced diet. It was the reason I had a fit body in my forties and she was toned and trimmed. “Make sure you hit the health part. Just in case.”

“Afraid she has an STD?” I asked.

“No, but you never know what sort of things might be lurking in a person. She might have something that won’t manifest for years. Decades.”

“Well, let’s get editing,” I said and opened my APP. I clicked EDITING and reality paused.

“Ooh, what naughty things are we doing?” asked Anael as she strode around my office.

I winked at her.

Becky Davies

I smiled as I stared down at my best friend, and lover, squirming on the bed. Tonya was such a cutie. Blonde and petite, her breasts small like my sister, Sam. I wanted to introduce Tonya to the incestuous nature of my family. It would be great if Tonya gasped and moaned on Daddy’s cock while Mom ate my cunt. My parents were sexy.

First, I had to get her to accept incest in her own family. I had to get her to have sex with her mother.

“Mmm, you’re just so sexy,” I said, my pussy juicy. I was naked, too, my braid of auburn hair sweeping down my back. My large breasts jiggled at my every movement. “You just stay there. I have to freshen up real quick.”

“Hurry,” she groaned. “I want you to pound me.”

I grinned and picked up the strap-on. I held the vinyl harness pinched between my thumb and forefinger. Since I was only seventeen, my mother had to buy this for me. It swayed, the dildo thick and long. It was dark-blue and covered in little bumps. “With this.”

She nodded her head.

I winked at my lover and then slipped naked out of her bedroom. We had the house all to ourselves. Her younger brother had his baseball practice, her father was still at work, and her mother was supposed to be out at a church function.

My friend didn’t know her mother lurked in the house, eager to listen to me fucking her daughter.

I found Mrs. Alberts lurking in the bathroom. The blonde MILF was naked, her hands already rubbing at her pussy, her fingers sliding through her golden curls. She shuddered at the sight of me, her blue eyes bright, her round face twisting with pleasure.

“Ooh, you’re being a naughty mommy,” I said. “I’m going to fuck her so hard. You’re going to hear every sound she makes.”

“With that?” asked Mrs. Alberts.

I held up the dildo before her. “This is going to slam into your daughter’s pussy. I’m going to fuck her so hard while she calls me Mommy.”

Mrs. Alberts shuddered. She wanted her daughter as badly as I wanted to see their incestuous love. Dad was eager for me to do this. He wanted to hear all about it. Last night, when he was in my pussy, I whispered in his ear about what I was going to do after school while he was getting his tour at city hall.