An Ordinary Afternoon at the Cafe

The scene was even better than Josh had imagined.

The cafe was still mostly recognizable as a cafe -- there was a counter with people wearing aprons behind it busily preparing coffee drinks, a few people standing around waiting for their orders, a couple of people standing in line to order, and a few people sitting at tables.

But where there weren't tables, there were cushions on the floor, and on most of those cushions, there were people happily and noisily fucking. Now that Josh was taking more than a glance at the scene, he could fully appreciate what his "peak physical looks" alteration had done. Every single person was someone you'd {I}want{/I} to see having sex. There appeared to be no such thing as zits, or wrinkles, or tan lines, or even outie bellybuttons. The men all had chiseled jawlines and at least a bit of visible musculature; the women were more varied, but even the most petite had decently-sized breasts, and the voluptuous ones had their fat all in the right places. A couple of people had gray or graying hair, but their faces and bodies scarcely looked any older than anyone else.

Through the cafe windows, the first thing Josh noticed on the street outside was the bus stop shelter with a large advertising poster attached to it. In the image, a stunningly gorgeous blonde with her hair in pigtails wearing only a red-and-white pleated microskirt was holding matching pom-poms and leaning forward to show off her breasts and their barbell-pierced nipples. The accompanying text read, "For Your Consideration/Best Actress/Gladys Nevitz/Naughty Cheerleaders 23."

He then realized that a man was sitting on the bench inside the shelter with a woman sitting on one of the man's dicks, while giving the other one an enthusiastic handjob, which was quite a workout for her right arm as she stroked up and down nearly the full foot-and-a-half distance. As he watched, a bus pulled up and the man got up, the woman's legs wrapped around him as he carried her onto the vehicle. It wasn't until the door closed and the bus pulled away that Josh realized it didn't have wheels -- it was hovering just off the ground. That was true, he saw, of all the vehicles on the street.

He turned his attention back inside the cafe and noticed, behind the counter, one of the baristas lifting up the bottom of her apron, revealing that she wasn't wearing any bottoms, and squirting a little bit of her own fluid into a drink she was making. That was probably related to a chalkboard propped up near the cash registers. "Personal Touch Add-Ins: Julie - Clover Honey; Andi - Lavender; Kevin - Almond," plus a few more.

As he contemplated that, he heard a little "whoo!" from the table next to him. He looked over quizzically. Sitting there was, basically, a mocha-skinned blow-up doll with the face of a young Halle Berry. She made a dramatic hand gesture that caused the holographic representation of a laptop computer in front of her to animate itself shrinking down and disappearing, as she explained, "I just finished my dissertation."

"Uh, congratulations," said Josh. "What's the topic?"

"Quantum tunneling and human faster-than-light travel," she replied. "I know, that's what everyone is into these days, but I promise, I was looking at it from a different angle -- are you familiar with the DeVries theory of packet spin?"

"Not really..."

"Oh, my God, it's definitely time for me to turn my brain off!" She pointedly looked toward Josh's midsection. "Interested in some celebration?"

Josh barely got an "uh-huh" out before she was leading him a few feet to a vacant spot on the cushions.

"My name's Ashley, by the way," she said as she motioned for Josh to lie down as she knelt alongside. He realized that at some point during the reality changing, his pants had become much baggier, just as she pulled them down.

"Josh," he said, although he wasn't sure she heard him, because she simultaneously gasped and exclaimed, "You're a threedee!"

"Uh, yeah," he said, trying to remember if he'd specified a ratio of numbers of dicks for the population. He didn't think so, and apparently having three was remarkably rare. The redhead who was next to him looked over a bit longingly, although she was in the middle of riding a one-dicked guy cowboy-style.

"Did we hear 'threedee'?" Two sets of legs in high heels appeared. Josh looked up to see two Asian women, seemingly identical except for one having waist-length hair and the other having her hair up in pigtails.

"Wow, twins," exclaimed Ashley, giving them the "get down here" signal. "How did, uh..."

"Everyone asks that," said the one in pigtails as she undid her bikini top, revealing that silver barbells pierced the brown nipples on her grapefruit-sized breasts.

The other one said, in a British accent, "I was raised in London, and Kelly went to Iowa City, Iowa." Her toplessness revealed that her nipples were pierced with silver rings.

Kelly, the pigtailed one, continued, "But Imogen and I both came here to go to USC film school. We met in our first intro class."

"Awesome," said Ashley, taking off her own halter top that had no bra underneath it.

With three topless women to easily compare, it struck Josh that their breasts were symmetrical, everything exactly the same size and shape -- another bonus of the "peak physical looks" change, apparently. Before he had fully processed that, each of his dicks was suddenly occupied. Kelly and Imogen started by licking his outboard pair like candy canes, while Ashley had proceeded straight to deep-throating the middle one. Her mouth had enlarged somehow to fit around its massive width, and he could feel that his 20-inch length was all the way into her esophagus and see it stretching out her neck. One small part of his brain resolved to look up women's anatomy later, but that thought was drowned out by the triple pleasure.