Everybody

You scroll through your contacts list, wondering which of your acquaintances will most appreciate your work of art. Finally, you come to a decision: everyone you know. After all, why limit yourself? Might as well let everybody in on this. You put in Michael's home address (along with a winky face) as the title of the clip, then hit 'send to all.'

"Okay, that should do it," you say, pocketing your phone and picking up your controller. "Let's get back to business." Mike nods, unpausing the game. You don't get to play for long, though; minutes later, there's yet another knock on the door.

"Goddamn fucking...I'll get it," says Mike with a heavy sigh, ignoring your chuckling as he makes for the door. Waiting patiently for him to return, you lean over to glance into the kitchen. April's sitting at the table with Gina, now properly dressed...as far as this reality goes, anyway. Her 'clothes' aren't hiding much. The cum you left on her breasts earlier is soaking through her tiny pink tube top, leaving dark blotches all over and clearly outlining her nipples, while a matching thong barely manages to cover her pussy.

"And how's your son doing?" you overhear April ask Gina as they both take a small sip of coffee.

"Oh, Bradley? He's doing just fine," Gina affirms with a small smile. "He was actually asking for you."

"Really?" April questions with a surprised tone. "You should have told him to come on over with you. He knows he's more than welcome to fuck me as he pleases, right?"

"Oh, don't say such obvious things, April," Gina comments with a laugh, inciting a giggle from her bimbo friend. "He's just been a bit preoccupied with one of the new neighbors that moved in. Shirley, I think her name was...she looked like an E-cup, all natural and everything. Sometimes Bradley won't come home until 2:00 or 3:00 o' clock in the morning; he just stays with her all day and fucks her nonstop."

"Good for him!" April cheers. "It must be so convenient for a young man like him to have a cumdumpster to use nearby."

"Yes, Shirley's just about the best thing that's happened to Bradley," Gina concurs with another sip of her tea. "I've always felt bad that my breasts weren't big enough to let my baby use me as he pleased. At least I can get away with letting him worship my feet every now and again."

"Oh, Gina, you're worrying over nothing. Who's going to say anything about you pleasuring your baby boy with your feet in the comfort of your own home?" April says openly, reassuring her friend of her worries. "So long as you're not in public and no one could see you, I don't think anyone could stop you."

"I know, I know," Gina admits with a small laugh. "Well, Bradley's always been satisfied with what I've offered him. Even with Shirley to play with next day, he still likes to smell my feet and cum on them whenever I'm sleeping. It usually wakes me up, but I pretend to keep sleeping—he likes that."

"Every boy has their own interests, after all," April agrees. "My Michael particularly likes it when I dress up in my maid outfit for him..."

As the two girls share a laugh, you gain some intel on your good friend Mike that you would have never guessed, but beyond that, you've learned some interesting facts—the use of public cumdumpsters seems to have some effect on even those who don't fit the standards. You do remember Charles mentioning something like this; he had said that everyone was different and that you'd always find people who would break societal norms, just like in your old world. With that being the case, you can expect to find more girls like Gina who might go against this reality's established norms and offer themselves to men despite their smaller breasts, be it in secret or in public. You're left wondering how the world at large might react to such a thing. The idea of it all reminds you of the cliques you encountered in high school life, from the nerds to the goths and all around that spectrum; some were left alone, while others were prey to teasing or harassment from jocks, bullies, or anyone else who didn't like how they went against the norm. Would the same scenario apply here...?

Hearing footsteps from the other end of the hall, you figure it's best to think about that another time. You shift your gaze away from the kitchen, turning back towards the front hall.