Home

You're supposed to think of a place to be, but you can't exactly focus. One part of your brain is too busy grunting happily with the idea of all promising opportunities while the other more rational and more pessimistic part is desperately trying to explain and understand these events in a logical way. Is everything here the result of hallucinogens...? Were you **** somehow? That must be it. None of this is actually happening, is it? There's just no other explanation...

...or is there? Is there a scientific reason supporting the validity of all of this?

...grah. There's no point. The only place you want to be now is back home, in the comfort of your small but well-equipped one room apartment. Your fridge stocked with your favorite snacks, your TV and game systems, and your custom-built computer...yes, home sounds beyond perfect right now. Far away from this weird place...

Hm...that's it. Home. If there's a single place you want to be when you go through this door, it's definitely your apartment.

Mind clear with the image of your comfortable apartment and soft bed, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

...

Sitting up with a jolt, you take a deep breath as you open your eyes. Looking around, you see the familiar dark green interior of your apartment accompanied by the brown carpeting. Placing your hands down, you feel the familiarity of the bed which you've spent so much time sleeping in on, waking up in the early afternoon every day since you graduated.

Without a doubt, this is home, and you're certainly glad to be here.

Was it all a dream? If it was, then why you are clothed? You certainly wouldn't sleep in a pair of jeans and shoes. Furthermore, why don't remember how you fell asleep? In fact, there's a gaping hole in your memory—you can't remember what went on at all throughout the entirety of yesterday.

"A **** that made me forget everything, maybe...?" you mutter aloud to yourself in open thought as you hop off your bed. "Alright, alright...no clue what that was about, but whatever. Maybe I went out with some friends and got just a bit too trashed. Wouldn't have happened if I had a job," more words come as you continue to conversate with yourself while making your way to your kitchen, opening drawers and grabbing materials to prepare breakfast. "So, that's all I've gotta do. Find a job so I can avoid things like that and finally start my career in baboon arseolo—"

You pause your sentence, realizing what you're about to say. Even if it was a dream, you certainly seem to remember that part well enough. With a deep sigh, you roll your eyes and continue assorting your breakfast.

Unsurprisingly for a college graduate who just finished four years of straight studies, you manage to completely forget about the whole "getting your life together" bit you arranged right after breakfast. Instead of looking for a job, you sit your ass right on your bed and turn on the TV, ready to channel surf the day away with your stomach satisfied. At first, you find nothing interesting—the usual boring daytime programming. Painting programs, kids' shows, infomercials...does anyone seriously watch infomercials?

You figure you might as well spend some time with your video games until the good stuff starts airing. As you're about to set up your system, though, the show you stopped channel surfing on hits a commercial break, and the first commercial to play steals away your attention as your jaw slowly drops.

"Come visit our supermarket," an elderly sounding female voice begins as various scenic shots of a grand market's interior are displayed. The candid footage shows actual customers walking around and shopping, but something is very wrong...or, if you're going by the events of last night's dream or whatever that event with Charles was, then it's right.

Within the scenic shots, you can see various large breasted women being fucked left and right in a number of ways while shopping. A redhead inspects a package of frozen meat while an older gentleman screws her from behind, and not far from her, a blonde in her twenties is all on fours on the floor, being fucked doggystyle while talking on the phone with a smile. Much like how these women are completely disconnected and unfazed by what's occurring to them, the other shoppers pay it no mind themselves, walking right on by without a second thought. They're treating big breasted women being public cumdumpsters as an everyday occurrence...just like you outlined.

"We have a handpicked staff with all the sexiest top heavy girls you can find around," the female voice continues as the screen cuts to a view of a busty girl in a strange uniform. It consists of an extremely tight green top and skirt with logos of the chain—what most would normally consider way too indecent for any professional establishment. Of course, what used to be normal obviously isn't anymore...

"Naturally, you can feel free to use any of our staff in any way you like," the voice continues as the camera zooms in on her sizable chest, looking like its about ready to pop out of her uniform which is definitely several sizes too small. Given the warm smile on her face, though, the employee certainly doesn't seem to mind whoring herself out like this.

"For maximum convenience, our female staff doesn't wear any underwear," the female voice explains as the girl on the screen lifts her skirt, revealing a frontal shot of her finely shaven pussy. The camera rolls around as the voice continues talking, showcasing her robust ass. "You don't have to waste any time at all to fuck our staff!"

"But if you prefer to take your time," the voice goes as the scene cuts a new one, showing the beauty in the slutty uniform explaining something to a male customer in one of the aisles. She then proceeds to kneel down as she begins to pull his pants down. "Our staff is specially trained to provide you with the best care and assistance possible—something you won't get from your neighbor or coworker!"

"So stop by our market today for the lowest prices and the best girls you'll see in town," the marketer concludes as the scene cuts to the same girl giving a steady blowjob to the male customer while rubbing off two others with her hands in the middle of the aisle. Shoppers walk on by, not even caring to look at the scene. As the two guys she's giving handjobs to simultaneously release their collective load on her face, the man she's sucking off ejaculates in her mouth. Finished, all three of them leave as the girl stands up again, looking to the camera.

"Like Alicia here, our female staff just can't wait to cater to your every need," the marketer says with a small laugh. "Isn't that right, Alicia?"

Cutting in to a close-up of the facialized employee, she nods with a big smile as she swallows the remainder of the load in her mouth.

Reaching it's conclusion, the commercial ends as another one begins to play, advertising a new soft drink. As this commercial has much less of...everything that just happened there, you take the time to think about everything you just witnessed as you stare blankly at the TV.

Even as you try to desperately rationalize some other means of explanation, it's as Charles told you: there's no use in overthinking things. Someway, somehow, Charles and this "doctor" have altered your reality to your desired specifications. You're now living in a world where it's perfectly okay—and even completely normal—to walk up to any big breasted gal and have your way with her. It's so normal, in fact, that it's apparently even used as a selling point for advertisements to reel in extra profits.

Well, after seeing that commercial and coming to the realization that this is legitimate...your dick is harder than it's ever been. You're just about ready to get the hell out of your apartment and find some easy action, all while taking in the added enjoyment that comes from everyone acting extremely casual about it. You know there's quite a few well-endowed girls living on their own in your apartment complex here; to think that you could knock on their door, ask to use their body, and actually be able to do so freely and have them treat it like nothing...needless to say, your imagination is running wild.

You're also quick to remember the second half of your construction involving virgin girls to become nymphomaniacs in your presence, hunting you down so you can take their virginity...given what you just witnessed in that commercial, you've got no doubts about that half of the contract, either. Perhaps you might want to take a relaxed stroll through your neighborhood and see what happens...?

Ah, choices.