He's horrified, but the changes don't stop there.

Though he was he assailed by a barrage of pleasure, Joe's gutteral moan of "White House" pulled Alex back into the realm of sanity. Even as Alex found his release within the constricting confines of Joe's ass, the tiny germ of worry began to rapidly spread within the back of his mind.

The White House? Surely that was just lunacy. Lust-induced, fuck-silly blabbering that meant nothing. He wanted to think that, wanted to cling desperately to some tiny stitch of logic that might have remained in his reality.

But it wasn't so. Even as Joe reached his own climax and emptied his balls on himself and Alex, the room around them began to change. While it was still a house of opulence and success, streamers and balloons hung up everywhere. A large banner hung across the wall opposite Alex, with big, horrifying words.

"ALEXANDER 202X"

Alex's eyes grew large with fear as he scanned the rest of the room. Jennifer, Tina and Samantha were all suddenly dressed in the most splendid of outfits. Likewise a noise began to slowly fill the air, coming from behind one of the closed doors. To Alex it sounded like...voices. A whole room full of voices right behind that door.

Joe was recovering from his orgasm and gently pecking Alex's neck and cheeks, completely ignorant to the existential dread that was blooming in his eyes.

"Uh, Mom?"

Jenny shifted on her feet uneasily. "They'll be expecting us soon, to see the results come in."

Horror lay naked across Alex's face at the realisation. Joe meanwhile, continued nuzzling into Alex's neck before letting out a long sigh of disappointment.

"We already know the elections in the bag," Joe huffed, "But I suppose I'll go play the part and keep all those limp dick sissies happy," A mischievous expression painted his face as he looked down at Alex again and whispered, "I'll swear baby, I'll win this and when I get sworn in I'll be carrying your cum deep in my ass."

It was all Alex could do to hold back a scream.