[Universial Fetish: BBC (1B+1D, 2C); Non-Stop Sexual Stimuli + Exposed Genitalia: Women 18-40 (1A + 1C, 2B)]

"Huh. Well. That's...umm... interesting. Didn't really expect that from you. But hey a kink is a kink eh? No judgment."

You blush a bit. You knew your fetish for seeing women get pounded by Black men was a bit... odd. Borderline racist actually, but it turned you on nonetheless.

Charles started back up. "Well, we can help you out. We'll let whoever writes the later chapters determine how this plays out. Is our character here, John white? Is he black? Asian? Hispanic? Up to you to decide."

Ok now you were confused as hell. This weird man had just started speaking as if to a camera but it was just a blank wall. And what was he talking about? Who was deciding this? How could they change your race. Of course you were... wait. What race were you? You look down at your hands and realize you can't see them. Quickly you realize you must be dreaming. This type of thing only happens in dreams right? Weird fantasies. Not being able to see your hands. Unable to read. Those sorts of things.

*SNAP SNAP*

You're startled out of your confusion as this odd looking man snaps his fingers right next to your head.

"Hey buddy! You're not dreaming, I promise you that. It's just we're in what you might call a sub-dimensional slip-stream. Reality is in flux. Don't worry about it too much. Let's just focus on your fetishes, alright?"

Charles pauses for a minute, letting you focus on what he just said. It didn't make sense, but dreams never do.

"Alright then my friend. Let's get down to business. You just told me your two ideal fetishes. To be honest the first one is fairly common. The second one is creative, but like we always do, let's start with the first."

Charles nods his head, his eyebrows raising up and down, like his brain was processing information. A big grin forms across his face and he turns towards you with intention.

"Ah yes. BBC or Big Black Cock. That's what you meant right? Not the British Broadcasting Corporation? I mean I'll admit, what you're going through right now is a bit like Doctor Who. I mean we have a Doctor on the other side of my phone and a Time machine and... well never mind about that."

He shakes his head before continuing.

"So based on what you told me, you want a world in which every single woman shares a universal fetish. That being the large genitalia of black men. That seems straight forward enough. I should let you know though, the whole stereotype about black guys having big packages is just that... it's a stereotype. I can show you 20 studies that show it's not true. Penis size doesn't vary that much really. So basically what I'm saying is that for your fetish to pan out, Doc is gonna have to make some adjustments to that. He's going to need to... switch up the length sizes if you catch my drift."

You hadn't really thought of that. Of course you knew it wasn't really true that BBC was the norm. But porn has corrupted your mind.

"But don't worry that's just a tiny fix. Anything else you want to explain about this fetish of yours?"

Still embarrassed, you take a moment to respond.

"Well...uhh... yeah so I want every woman to have a fetish or straight up obsession with Black penises. But I want it more than that. I want it so that the fetish is so universal among women and so widely accepted by society, that it's perfectly normal for them to have sex with black men basically whenever and wherever. Whether they're in public or at work. Whether they're single, in a relationship, or married, even if they're not dating a black man. And you said things were default public right? Like I want it so that other men don't care. Like if a husband comes home from work and finds his wife bouncing on a black cock, he'll just smile knowing wife is having a good time!"

Charles looks inquisitively at you. "So what you really want, my friend, is for normalized cuckolding, but only involving black men being the cuckolders and non-black men being the cuckoldees. Is that right?"

You nod vigorously.

Charles grimaces a bit. "Alright, I think we can manage that. You're kind of trying to sneak in two fetishes at once, but that's mostly because you worded it poorly. Now for your modifiers you selected 1B, so that means all Black Men will be able to participate in this sex action, not just you.... well like I said, your race is up to our writers to decide, eh?"

He did it again. The weird thing where he looked off into the distance knowingly.

"And you've also selected 1D, which means that women will be expressing their love of Black dick together. So it'll probably be pretty common to see two friends sucking off a black dude in the park together. Or a group of sorority girls at the bar participating in a gangbang? Sounds fun! And finally you've selected 2C, which makes sense. That means that women will be downright obsessed with BBC. They'll talk about black dick all the time making it a core part of their personality. Whether they're talking with their girlfriends or even their husbands, it'll come up constantly! Wouldn't be a universal fetish without tidbit I guess."

You just smile, elated that this man was perfectly describing your ideal world.

"Anyways, you have a second fetish two, which I have to admit it is clever. Essentially you want a world where all women 18-40 years of age have to be constantly sexually stimulated. And on top of this, their genitalia are permanently exposed. Clever use of the physical and non-physical combo here. I really like it. Will be interesting to see the latest fashion trends in this world! Care to explain a bit what you were thinking though overall?"

This one took you a while to come up with, but it hearkened back to some hentai you read through one time where all the women in a school had vibrators taped to their pussies and dildos on their chairs. It was treated normally, but they were constantly in a high state of arousal.

You were day-dreaming a bit at this, so your eyes shot wide when you realized Charles had asked you a question. "Oh yeah. So basically women could do this several ways. The most easiest way is that they are constantly touching themselves. Whether they're continuously fingering their pussies, rubbing their clits, or twisting their nipples, any of those would do the trick. What I'm _really _going for through is for women to constantly be using sex-toys. Just gets me so worked up to imagine girls in my classes with vibrators going off inside them non-stop or having them sit on dildos, or big butt plugs, or nipple clamps, or tight bondage or..."

"Slow down my man. We get the idea here. I've seen the hentai you jerk off to. Fucking weird man, but again no kink shaming. I'm a bit confused about your modifiers though. How does the 1A work?"

You figured he would ask about this. "Well 1A means that _I (and only I) _will be able to provide that non-stop sexual stimulation. Maybe I'm at home and my girlfriend decides to take her buttplug out and asks me to finger her while she watches TV. Or maybe I'm in class and a girl's vibrator runs out of battery so she asks me if she can sit on my dick. You know, that sort of thing. But I want to keep it casual, like the women won't see it as a sexual thing, ya know? Just sort of a thing they do. I mean, I still want them to be aroused and cum after too much stimulation, but it's sort of just a normal thing I guess. "

Charles nods in agreement. "Yeah that makes sense and fits with your 2B modifier. Women will acknowledge the sex toy or stimulation to a point, but they won't obsesses over it. And the 1C thing means that women will only stimulate themselves, not other women. Not sure why you're doing that, would be fun to see girls finger each other, but maybe you want to keep that to yourself eh? Again, no judgement."

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, doc, he's got it all planned out," Charles said with a small laugh and a smile. "It's almost diabolical, really. I actually think it's pretty solid, yeah. Here's what he came up with..."

You can't help but feel pretty good about the fact that you managed to impress this man.

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."

Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.