In the morning

I didn't really sleep. It was probably 3 AM when I walked out of the room into the hall, leaving Mary and Megan wrapped in each other's arms as they slept.

There wasn't much activity going on in the brightly lit hospital hallway. I crept by the main processing room, where I had lain in a coma for 21 years, before approaching a reception desk. Three young women, all in white gis, were typing on the black cardboard. "Mr. Doe, you're not supposed to be here," said one wide-eyed redhead.

"You a virgin?", I asked, almost rhetorically. She shook her head yes, as I walked around the desk and slid her robe up. She bit her lip as I enjoyed my first tight cunt in years while her friends watched on in silence.

Megan and Mary woke up about five. "I need some new clothes," I said, discarding my old set which really wouldn't fit me and was out of style. "There's some in the gift shop," said Mary, adjusting her gi. "We should fuck you first."

"No need. I fucked the receptionist." They acknowledged this plainly as me and Megan exited the room. Megan went to grab a pink gi from her locker, but I told her not to bother. She wasn't really an exhibitionist, but understood that, as my primary fuck, she should be visibly ready to fuck at a moment's notice.

The gift shop was on the first floor. The hospital really wasn't open yet accept for emergencies, and the ER was in another building. Security let me in the gift shop and I stood in awe at the collection.

There were tapes, or I guess unlock codes, of My Crazy Week, pornographic highlights from before my coma. There were books written about my life and travails. A movie on my **** and rescue of Amy Reeves starring Tom Holland as a more attractive version of myself. There were cast dildoes, matching my real length as I can tell from picking one up and comparing it.

Megan had a book, "Life without Daddy", which showed pictures of her growing up, visiting me with her mother Amy, culminating with a graphic spread of her first fuck on her eighteenth birthday. I looked at the t-shirts. "I Fucked John Doe And All I Got Was This Baby Bump" was popular. I just grabbed a simple JDMFC shirt, with a picture of a smiling Spermie, the mascot of the clinic.

There weren't any pants, so I took a pair from a security guard about my size, and a pair of sneakers from a visitor. I stepped out into the world, a new world, at 5:34 AM on February 29th, 2040, and I realized that it was fucking freezing.

My naked nymph was shivering and already ordering a cab, which was a black car with a large U on the side and no visible driver. We sat in the back, Megan uncomfortably sliding her naked ass across the leather.

"Where to, boss?" said a computer voice from the empty front seat. I frowned and contemplated where I wanted this car to drive me.