A veritable paradise.

Kurt definitely would appreciate having a dick again, but I’d appreciate not losing out on a womb to fill. The main way of reconciling these two wants was, of course, to give Kurt a Futanari Penis. This would make Kurt a hermaphrodite and allow both of us to be happy. The only problem with getting Kurt to grow a dick the same way I acquired the Stopwatch and Smartphone, by which I mean going to a Hentai Porn world where conveniently women could grow penises, was that all the worlds I know about they usually come with a big drawback.

Most of the time girls grow dicks cause of a magical or scientific potion, but these usually have the side-effect of being completely temporary. And if you want to permanently put a weiner on a woman, then almost all of the time it’s because of a nefarious evil corrupting **** that’s trying to fight a group of pure and virtuous magical girls, and often rewrites their minds to embody new lustier ideals.

Kurt’s my friend, and baby mama at this point, so if I get her a dick, then it’s going to be a permanent dick she can use whenever she pleases. And if it’s gonna be a permanent dick, it sure as heck isn’t going to come with any strings attached like service to an intergalactic ****-happy evil. So, what is a Planeswalking Mindslaver to do? The simple answer is “Come up with my own world that can fit the requirements I need.”

First off, this new world only has women and futanari in it. The reason is that back in the world’s distant past immortality was achieved, but only for women. With this immortality also came a wondrous shift from society into a post-scarcity paradise, where population growth was a non-factor unnecessary to keep track of. And, before I move on, any woman who’s fed up with life in this world can easily pass on peacefully in their sleep if they’re sure they have nothing left in this world, though that happens fairly rarely.

And in this world made of only women, coincidentally one where the norm is being essentially pansexual, they still had a healthy and present desire for penises. This was settled with the amazing technological achievement of “Genital Upgrading”, a medical procedure where by taking a specially produced chemical hormone pill you can make a multitude of alterations to your junk.

With this, women grew all the penises they could want, mostly just having the one penis per person of course. The specific reason for this, if it matters, was that the chemicals used to grow a penis also increased the size of a penis that was already present.

And, since they lived in a completely ideal post-scarcity society, there was literally enough of everything so that everyone on Earth could have all they wanted and more. Money wasn’t in use, and all you had to do to get anything was ask. Not even just ask nicely either, though nobody really felt the need to be anything but pleasant and personable.

It was to this imagined world that I made the portal exit, and where me and my four Fantasy World companions ended up after going through.

Kate’s eyes lit up at our surroundings. “Oh wow, everything looks so beautiful!” she said, looking frantically around to see as much of this world as she could. And she was right, it was breathtaking. Smooth crystalline buildings jutted out of the ground, shining in ever-changing colors that seemed designed to fill you with a sense of far-reaching happiness. The ground itself wasn’t a paved road, but a soft grass that I had a feeling would be wonderful to walk barefoot on. Flying above the ground was sleek and stylish pods, things that I supposed were this world’s version of cars, only they were much larger, almost the size of a whole room.

As we all stared in wonder, one of the flying pods flew close to us, floating in midair as the metallic surface shifted to generate a kind of liquid metal escalator into its interior. A disembodied voice, soft yet present, like a whisper directly in your ear, said “Welcome to Best. We’ve been expecting your visit. If you’d just enter the Transport, we’ll get you to your appointment.”

I muttered “Yes ma’am...” and stepped onto the escalator, followed by Kurt, Kate, Alice, and Berta. I guess if a world like this really exists, then other Planeswalkers would go too, wouldn’t they? Maybe they’ve seen so many of people like me that they can already tell what we’re here for. “That’s exactly correct, John Doe. This world is, after all, Best. Why else did you think we picked the name?” I heard within my own mind in the same voice that welcomed us into the pod. Guess they figured out telepathy through their technology too, who knew?_ _“We did.” Okay, I get it.

Before long the escalator brought us into a nice carpeted room, with a very comfortable-looking couch aligned with the wall closest to us. It looked like it would seat all of us perfectly. “Well, isn’t this fancy. I get the feeling they don’t have stuff like this even in your world, eh?” Kurt asked as she sat down on the couch. Immediately I saw her face slacken, I guess overtaken by the sheer comfort of the seat.

“Ah, I wanna try it too!” “Yeah, me too.” Alice and Berta shouted, rushing over to take their spots too. Kate and I looked at each other, shrugged and sat down as well. And, before I tell you exactly what the couch felt like, I just wanted to clarify that from left to right, the seating order on the couch was Kate, Kurt, me, Alice, and Berta. Okay, that clear? Great.

Moving on, THAT COUCH WAS THE MOST COMFORTABLE THING I EVER SAT ON. I’m being dead serious here, if I didn’t know now that the couch was specifically designed to allow for the enjoyment of regular seats after usage, I’d swear that couch RUINED ME for other couches. I even started to get a little hard, I felt so comfortable.

Then, almost to answer my prayers, part of the wall opposite us shifted into a pitch-black void, out of which walked a stunning blue-haired, amber-eyed woman in a red slingshot bikini. She immediately made eye contact with me, smiled, slipped off her swimsuit, and lied on her back, spreading her legs.

“Go ahead.”

In an instant I rocketed out of the chair, tore open my shorts, and shoved my throbbing length into her waiting depths. Each thrust felt so good that I wanted to come deep inside her, and after a few pumps, her smile deepened as she said “Like I said, go ahead.” and locked her legs around me. I came then and there, filling her insides to what felt like near-bursting as she whispered in my ear things like “Please keep going” and “I want to have your baby”, like she was trying to coax as much seed out of me as possible.

As I felt like I was running on empty, she pulled me in even tighter and said “Make me yours forever, Mindslaver.” Somehow, I started coming again, and at the same time reached into her mind and turned her into my ****. When I saw her pupils change into hearts, I heard her moaning, and came even harder.

When it was over, I pulled out of her, surprised that all of my cum stayed inside her as I saw her belly had swelled up like it was pregnant. As she cradled her filled womb, she smiled again, saying “Thank you so much. You’ve arrived.” before standing up, putting back on her swimsuit, and walking into another black void.

Like she said, an opening had appeared where we had entered the room with the same escalator leading out. Before I noticed, my shorts that I had practically torn to shreds earlier mended themselves before my eyes, returning to their previous state on my body. I stood up as I said “Guess we’re here, guys.” and turned to my four companions.

From the looks of things, they had all came right in their seats, the scent of sex juices, sweat, and tears of euphoria wafting off of their blushing bodies. In an instant, though, they were cleaned and standing upright, like it happened while I was blinking. Still kinda dazed, they followed me out of the flying room, only to stand on a tiled floor.

It looked like we were on some outside section of one of the tall crystalline buildings, maybe? I could see more buildings in the distance, but not the ground. The floor was part of a kind of patio walkway that only led to a small door marked “Beverly Johnson, Genital Upgrading Specialist”. I suddenly became lucid again, saying “Oh, there. Let’s go.” as I stepped towards the door, motioning for Kurt, Kate, Alice, and Berta to follow me.

Inside, the office was thankfully pretty plain-looking. While the outside buildings and inside of the room were very pleasing to the eyes, it had an odd feel to it, like you were getting some **** on an IV drip, constantly being pushed up as part of a pleasant high. The only thing was that there wasn’t a clear downward feeling, nor did your body get a resistance to whatever it was it was taking, so the weird dreamy state continued uncannily. It made the simple appearance of the doctor’s waiting room feel like a welcome respite back into a true reality. There was a coffee table with a basic spread of generic magazines, as well as a few chairs placed along the wall near the table. Beyond that, there was an unmarked wooden door with an opaque blue patterned glass that didn’t let us see past it.

The door outside had barely closed as the wooden door opened, revealing a tall buxom woman with long brown hair put together in a braid that came over her left shoulder so the length of it was draped down her torso next to her breasts. She wore a form-fitting white lab coat buttoned up to show her cleavage, but nothing else of her body below the neck, and trendy rectagular-framed glasses.

“Ah, come in, we can talk about what procedures you’d like.” the woman who I assumed was Beverly Johnson told us, leaving the wooden door open.