Cum One, Cum All

Something was wrong. Sure, Alex was distracted when he approached the airport. Who wouldn't be? Amanda, his former secretary, now de-aged into his adopted daughter, had been all over him. By the time they were done, he had cum four times, dented the trunk of a taxicab, and incurred a minor scrape on his back from laying naked on the concrete. Four times! Before the world had gone so bonkers, he would have a better chance at winning an Olympic gold medal than cumming four times!

But that wasn't what was weird. When he had finally had enough, picked himself up off the sidewalk and gotten dressed (why hadn't anyone acted strange about two people having sex in public like that?), Alex noticed that the airport was different. Some changes were subtle, some less so. The front of the building had always held displays for tourists, highlighting destination spots to visit, now highlights of the city. Gone were the branded displays for museums and landmarks. In their places were homages to sexual experiences.

Specifically sexual experiences with Alex.

The window nearest him held a pair of mannequins, both starkly naked. The male was obviously Alex, his face frozen in an expression of ecstasy, while a naked female mannequin knelt in front of him, her mouth connected to his groin. Alex Alexander! the sign behind the display said, Cum One, Cum All!

Window after window had similar displays, some more blatant, some more subtle, each one seeming to indicate that the only reason someone would travel to the city was to gain access to Alex's cock.

"Oh goodie!" Amanda squealed, tying her hair into pigtails once again, "mommies are here!"

Alex's eyes darted to where Amanda was looking. There, waiting on the other side of the sliding doors, were four absolutely beautiful women, each wearing an abbreviated 50's-style housewife dress and apron. In unison, all four raised a hand and wiggled their fingers at Alex, then turned and giggled to each other.

Behind the housewives, where check-in counters would normally be located, were a long row of king-sized bed. On each bed a different woman lay, legs and arms spread out, as doctors conducted examinations of each one. A sign hanging over the beds read: Healthy and Happy for Alex.

Panic began to grow in Alex's stomach. The changes to his life had so far been profound, but they'd been, for the most part, localized to his surroundings. This kind of change, the scale of change, was overwhelming. Had the whole city gone Alex-crazy?

He looked from side to side and noticed that not one man could be found anywhere. Every traveler, every pilot, every cab driver, was now a woman. A sexy woman. A sexy woman who kept stealing glances his way, hoping to draw his attention.

Eyes down, attempting to limit his view, Alex noticed that even the pavement he was standing was made up of blocks shaped like erect penises, interlocked with round breasts.

"Crap," he muttered, realizing that his greed had caused something to go wrong. Whatever had been happening to his life, by pushing for more, he had made it so much worse.

The sound of the sliding doors brought Alex's eyes back up. The four housewives were tottering over to him on their high-heeled shoes.

"Alex, baby," the dark-skinned beauty cooed, "We're tired of waiting for you."

"Yes, sweetie," the pale-skinned red-head agreed, "We're going to miss our flight!"

Soon all five women surrounded him, four wives and his new daughter, and he was being dragged into the airport. If the outside was changed that much, Alex couldn't decided whether to be excited or to dread to see what was going on inside.