Go for a burger

"Yeah, sounds good," you reply, following him out the door. You both hop in the passenger seat of his mom's blue sedan, and before you have time to reach for your seat belt, Mike's ripping out of the driveway and turning out of his neighborhood, heading for downtown. Looks like his reckless driving habits from your old world are still very much intact.

As you exit the suburbs and pull up to a red light, you see three boys, younger than you by the looks of them, sitting at a bus stop. A well-dressed woman is on her knees in front of the bench, her butt jiggling beneath her black skirt as she rapidly jacks off the two on the side and bobs her head up and down on the third's cock. The boys are talking among themselves, one of them holding out his phone to take a picture of the woman serving them. As you linger beside the stop, the middle boy grabs the woman's hair, pulling it away from her face. You crack a smile, nearly bursting out in laughter as you realize that she's not just any slut with fancy clothes; she's the mayor.

"Oh, Mayor Hutchinson," Mike comments as he looks towards the scene, realizing what you were staring at. "Out on patrol as always."

"Patrol...?" you repeat with a confused tone, not grasping the concept. Hearing no answer from Mike, you turn your head to him and see him looking at you with a confused expression.

"You know...patrol?" he explains very slowly. "Where she walks around town for an hour or two and offers men her body so that they can relieve themselves? Not like they need her permission, but it's basically a publicity stunt to keep the public opinion of her favorable."

You nod slowly, piecing it all together. It seems that people are using the laws of this reality's big-breasted women being public cumdumpsters for business purposes...you didn't expect things to get that in-depth.

"How'd you forget about the Hutchinson patrol?" Mike questions, finding it strange that you wouldn't remember something so basic in this reality. "I mean, we fucked her only a week ago when she found us in the library. Don't you remember? 'Oh, are you boys doing research for a project? Why don't you go ahead and fuck my ass while you get work done?' " he says in a poorly mimicked female voice. While it does a good job of making you laugh, the supposed library scene that happened begins to play out in your mind as you look back to the mayor and the three boys. An open-minded mayor offering her body to complete strangers just so that they'll keep her in office is a practice you, and your rapidly stiffening cock, can get behind.

You don't have any more time to enjoy the sight, though, as the light turns green and Mike speeds away. "Don't worry," he comments as he notices the look in your eyes. "If you really wanna fuck her that badly, you know you can just stop by her office. Any guy's welcome to come in and fuck her at their leisure. Of course, the line for that can get pretty long..."

Well, that's definitely something to remember for later.

With Mike's insane and nearly life-threatening driving tendencies, it isn't long before you're pulling into the parking lot of a big fast food restaurant. Forgoing the drive-through, you park and head inside.

The place is relatively full; several families and groups of friends sit in the booths, and there's a long lineup as workers and shoppers get their meals to-go.

"You can go ahead and grab us a seat, or if you're still not satisfied after your episode of romance with my sister, you can go and get your rocks off," says Mike, exemplifying himself as one of your good friends by showing generousity and teasing you at the same time. "I'm feeling pretty tired, so I'm fine just waiting in line."

You nod and thank him, accepting his offer. Glancing about as he walks away, you see plenty of women who must be at least a D-cup...

A few feet away from you, a uniformed brunette woman is mopping the floor. 'Uniformed' might be a stretch, though; her skirt is barely three inches long and her tits hang out freely beneath a bright red collar which, you're delighted to see, reads '$4 Fridays' in bold yellow letters. Completing her look is a small visor cap of the open-topped kind that you've always found somewhat silly, though it does a nice job of showing off her light brown hair, tied back into a thick ponytail which reaches down around her mid-back.

The next sight your eyes take interest in are two black teens drinking sodas near the entrance, one of whom is seriously stacked, her tank top showing plenty of cleavage. She's got a real bubble butt too, which is threatening to climb out the top of her jean shorts. Looking closer, you can see some blobs of cum between her butt cheeks. Her friend is much less thick in all regards and is by no means free for men to use, but given by the erratically placed splotches of cum all around her body, you figure that she's been caught in the crossfire of several cumshots throughout the day. It must be normal for her, though, if she's braving the outside world with all of it still on her. To be honest, seeing a girl who isn't a public cumdumpster be accidentally stained like one and having nothing to say about it is amazingly hot in it's own right.

Departing from the black teens, your eyes continue roaming until they reach a middle-aged couple, presumably husband and wife, who are sitting in one of the booths. The woman is incredibly overweight, and it's easy to see why: as you watch, the husband is feeding her hamburgers as if they were peanuts. She accepts them greedily, washing down each with a gulp from an over-sized soda cup. She's completely naked, her gigantic tits pressing against the table and her plump round ass taking up nearly the entire bench. Her husband sits across from her, fully clothed and relatively normal in size.

More people of interest to you are an Asian couple having lunch in the adjacent booth. The girl is wearing nothing but a sling bikini which squeezes into her large, pale breasts, not even managing to hide her nipples. While they eat, her arm moves back and forth under the table; you assume she's giving her boyfriend a handjob. Her short black hair is decorated with a couple of red and white highlights, although the white ones may well be streaks of semen. You're left gazing at her particularly sizable breasts—you've played with April's breasts enough at this point to tell from afar that the rack on this Asian girl isn't fake at all, which makes it all the more impressive given her petite, slender frame. You're also helplessly turned on by the fact that her wardrobe for a lunch outing was seriously a sling bikini—the warped fashion sense that girls adopt when they're used freely by men all day is definitely something you can appreciate.

The last noteworthy sight you come across are two Hispanic women sitting in the back. One of them appears to be in her early twenties, with a generously sized set of tits, while the woman sitting across from her is easily in her mid-forties and has a noticeably smaller chest. While their upper bodies may be opposites, their lower bodies are in sync with one another, as they both sport juicy, thick thighs and delectably fat asses. Given their similar brown eyes and nearly identical wavy black hair running to their shoulders in addition with their lower halves, you can only assume that they're mother and daughter. Their roles in society are accurately represented in their attire—the mother is dressed in a laid-back manner with black jeans, a white t-shirt, and plain shoes, while the daughter is equipped with nothing but white sandals, a pair of black panties stained so heavily with cum that they're practically white, and an assortment of bangles and bracelets around her left arm. The daughter's face has a heavy coating of fresh cum dripping down onto her food, but it doesn't seem to faze her as she keeps eating. Inspecting the mother again, you notice a lot of dark spots on her shirt and jeans, and several white ropes laced throughout her hair. It's likely that, similar to the black teen you saw, she was mistakenly sprayed by a man's release at some point. She clearly doesn't have much to say about it, though, as she idly runs her fingers through her hair, stickying her hands before returning to her meal.

Looking back to Mike, you see that he's still at the back of the line—with so many customers in the middle of the lunch rush, he might not be ready for some time. Returning your gaze to the various delights before you, you have only to decide how you wish to kill time until your meal is ready...