[Free Use: D-Cup+ (1B+1D), Female Urination: Ages 18-45 (1C), 2C]

You've been putting a lot of thought into this, and now it's time to see whether Charles was all talk or not. "First off, I'd like to see a world where any woman with large breasts is treated as a public sex toy, and is expected to allow anyone to use her body if they want to, man or woman. Big tits are already a sexual symbol that everyone is familiar with, so we may as well let that count for something real. Besides, it's just a crime to keep all those beautiful jugs hidden away, don't you think?"

"Don't I think? I think you picked the wrong end of the baboon to major in!" Charles slaps his knee and roars with laughter at his own stupid in-joke, while you fight back the urge to facepalm. Even a custom-built sex fantasy world might not be worth having to deal with this maniac... Charles composes himself after a moment and says, "Ah, we have a good time here, don't we. Okay, lad, that's easy enough. I see you're even being generous to the other people in your world, letting them in on the fun as well. Or is it just that you like the idea of walking down the street and seeing big-breasted women being screwed left and right?"

(...Okay, yes, that would be a very nice bonus on top of an already appealing prospect. Besides, this way you'll have an easy way to tell if Charles is able to actually come through on his promises: just go outside and see if women are being used the way you expect. If you only allowed yourself access to them, it would be a lot harder to tell if anything about the world was really different, and you're in no hurry to get arrested for sexual **** if this all just turns out to be some bizarre prank.)

Charles rubs his chin thoughtfully and muses, "Mind you, under those rules you'll have to watch yourself around any small-breasted lesbians. If, say, flat-chested Faith decides to play with busty Becky's body, you can join in and use Becky at the same time, but Faith is still off-limits to you. Well, unless she gives you permission, of course—but let's be honest, lad, what're your odds on that one, eh?" Charles has another good chuckle at your exasperated expression. "All right, that's the first change. What's your second?"

You feel a little self-conscious talking about your less-common fetishes this way, but you've gone this far already, so you may as well finish honestly. Besides, Charles himself mentioned the possibility earlier, so it must not be outside the range of possibility for him. "I want, ah... I want women to piss in public," you say, and preemptively cringe inwardly, expecting him to recoil in disgust. Instead, Charles just motions for you to go on. "Anytime a woman needs to go number one, it'll be completely normal and accepted for her to just pee on the ground, or piss her pants or whatever she happens to be wearing, wherever she is. Uh, only up until middle age or so, though... I don't want to see old grandmas peeing in the street. And I want all of this to be fully acknowledged, what you called '2C' if I remember correctly."

Charles nods along as you describe your idea. When you're finished he comments, "Well, I've got to hand it to you, lad, I didn't expect that. And with the 2C modifier, that could be very interesting." He ponders the idea further, lost in thought. "Very interesting indeed. Some girls might make it part of their personal style to always wet their pants... maybe others would pull their skirt up and squat, but have decorative tattoos or underwear to accessorize with... who knows, there's any number of ways this new society will work. It's hard to predict in advance exactly how the world will react to the changes you decide on. Still, it's always worked out well for you before, hasn't it?"

"'Before'...?"

Charles waves dismissively at your puzzled expression. "Never mind that, lad, just a little alternate timeline humor. Anyway, to review: you want women with big breasts, let's say a D cup at least, to be free to use sexually by men and women; you want women from eighteen to, let's call it forty-five, to piss their pants in public whenever they need to wee; and you want all of this to be acknowledged and discussed normally. Anything else you forgot to mention?"

You think for a moment to make sure, but you seem to have covered all the bases. "Nope, I think that's it. So... now what?"

With another nod, Charles reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small flip phone that looks about a decade old. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, listen, doc," Charles said. "Here's how things are gonna go down..."

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat. "That's that. Now, if you'll follow me."

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.

How... and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago... right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle. "All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown... just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."

In a world where women with big breasts are public property for anyone who wants to fuck them, and where women will piss themselves in public without a second thought... in a world where it's perfectly normal, in a world where it's been a long standing social norm... where do you want to be? When you were thinking about it earlier you imagined being in a few different scenarios, and one in particular seems like a good place to start, so you start picturing that one as Charles said. You give him a quick nod once you've got a good image fixed in your mind's eye.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

Giving him another affirmative nod, he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...