College

After the whiteness consumes you utterly, you blink and find yourself standing in a different, yet much more familiar hallway with tan tiling, fluorescent lights, and a white drop ceiling. The students of your college are bustling every which way, rushing with their book bags to their individual classes. Time and space had bent and warped to drop you into this place and time and the people around you seemed none the wiser.

You shake your head in silent wonderment. Apparently Charles wasn’t kidding when he told you to imagine where you wanted to be and it would be made manifest. You try to wrap your head around the sheer ridiculousness of the fuck-you-physics journey you’ve just experienced and what it means for humanity in general and yourself in particular, but you remember the man’s advice to not think too much of your current circumstances and your rabid curiosity dims, replaced with a hunger to the explore this new world you’ve apparently created for yourself.

“‘scuse me!” a tall black man shoves past you and you nearly fall on your ass, the man is so strong. You recognize him. It’s Caleb Bradley, one of the more popular students in the senior class of your university. He attained near-celebrity status not for being a vital member of your college’s football team, but for dating the legendarily proportioned Latina junior Alyssa Ortega (Ortegass to all the men in school) Wait, how did you know that?

“Wait up, mi amor,” a beautiful, slightly accented voice makes itself known over the bustle of the students and you lay your eyes on the most sought after Latina in the entire college. A soft, gentle, dark-skinned face frames a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes that look adoringly at her boyfriend. You grimace involuntarily, wishing a woman that hot would look at you that way. That’s not all that draws your attention to Alyssa; far from it. Large, perky breasts strain the fabric of her strange sweater-blouse that exposes her toned midriff. What really gets your attention is her juicy Latin bubble butt framed wonderfully in tight denim pants.

“Damn, look at that ass,” someone mutters.

“Unbelievable. I just want to shove my face between those cheeks…”

“I bet she has a mold of John Doe’s dick up her ass right now, like my girlfriend. She told me she loves squeezing it with her ass muscles and imagining that it’s his cock. Lucky bastard.”

You do a double take at that last sentence, eager to find the face of the speaker and ask questions about what he said, but you’re unable to find him.

You notice that throughout the hallway, people’s eyes are drawn to the sway of Alyssa’s ass as she follows her dark-skinned boyfriend through the halls. More than a few boys shoot Caleb jealous looks, but most are too entranced by Latina's posterior to care that they’ll never get to see it naked like Caleb does.

“Hey, babe,” Caleb turns and lets his girlfriend catch up to him. They embrace for a moment. “I was just on the way back to my room. Gotta get ready for the game later.”

“I know, it’s so exciting watching you play,” Alyssa gushes, seemingly unafraid of being openly lovey-dovey with her boyfriend in front of dozens of strangers who are openly ogling her butt. It strikes you as incredibly strange for a moment until your remember that the fetishization of Latina asses had become universal in this new world. “I have a special present for you later if you…” she trails when her eyes meet yours. They widen comically for a moment.

“Alyssa, what’s-”

“Omigod, it’s John Doe!” she practically squeals at you from over her boyfriend’s shoulder. She frantically dislodges herself from her boyfriend and hurries over to you, breasts bouncing and jiggling as she moves. People in the hallway part to allow her passage, staring at her hungrily as she passes, but none of them attempt to touch her. She stops in front of you and bites her lip. “I-I use your dildo on my ass every day and I feel like I’ve known you forever even though we’ve never met face to face. How strange is that? I’m Alyssa, by the way. Alyssa Ortega.”

She leans forward and kisses you on the cheek.

“Uh…” you raise your eyebrows at Alyssa’s introduction and your face begins to grow warm where Alyssa’s lips met your skin. To further complicate matters, your cock immediately hardens in your pants at the mention of the fact that this achingly gorgeous Latina has had a mold of your cock in her asshole.

“That was thanks for stretching my asshole like no other man could. I’ve tried anal with Caleb, but I couldn’t help but think of your cock the whole time. He was just so… inadequate,” she shakes the wistful look off her face and begins to look a little more excited. “Gawd, Mama and Becca are going to be so jealous when they hear that I met John Doe, the Latina ass-splitter.”

“The what-now?” Caleb asks, having caught up to his girlfriend during the time she took introducing herself to you.

“Baby, this is John Doe. He’s the guy whose dick was sculpted into like the most popular buttplug ever,” she says.

“Yeah, I got it,” her boyfriend smiles at you like you’re an old friend. “I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for Alyssa, man. I mean, I tried to satisfy her anally, but I just couldn’t measure up to the plug that's based off of you.”

“S-sure, buddy. Don’t sweat it,” you say, your mind suddenly awash with the realization that the world you had asked Charles to create had actually been made. You’re standing in a world where virtually every Latina chick is **** to have your cock in her ass. You’re in a world where it’s normal and rational for Latinas to own accurate molds of your cock to satisfy their anal urges in your absence. This train of thought leads you to another realization that causes your member to stiffen further.

“John, I know it might be a lot to ask, but… I was wondering if you’d be willing to fuck my ass,” says Alyssa. She gives you a look that you can't help but think is sincere. “I’ll do whatever you want in exchange. If you want money, my family’s pretty rich and I’m positive my parents would be very understanding.”

“I’ll definitely help in any way I can, too. I wanna make you happy,” Caleb says, grinning at his girlfriend. Alyssa rewards him with a hug and brief kiss on the lips.

“Huh. So let me get this straight. You want me to fuck your ass, no strings attached, and you’ll even give me things in exchange to sweeten the deal if I want?” you say.

“Pretty much!” Alyssa says eagerly. She turns around, giving you a good view of her magnificent bubble butt. She bends over slightly and looks back at you. “Go ahead and feel it. Uh, m-maybe that’ll convince you to give me a try?” You can't help but notice that her voice quivers with only barely-restrained desperation, as if she wants your cock in her ass like a starving person wants food.

“Why not,” you mutter, reaching out hands until they settle on that soft Ortegass. You give her a brief squeeze before you turn to the woman’s boyfriend. “You’re okay with me feeling up your girlfriend?”

The black man just shrugs. “If it helps convince you to fuck Alyssa's ass, I’m alright with it.”

You grin at that. Sounds like your life’s changing for the better.