Reverse Gender Norms

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Tags: Men and women gender roles are reversed, Misogyny, catcalling, dirty talk, chubby girl, shy girl, maledom, byebye virginity, women desire men like if they were prizes, cosplay.

Michael opened his eyes, looking around to see... An alley? He touched his pants, his shirt, his everything. "FUCK, FUCK, CUNT, BITCH, FUCK YOU! I WAS STOLEN, FUCK!" He noticed that his wallet, his money, his everything had been taken away; he was empty in the pockets, not a single penny, not a single coin, not a single nothing; in fact, his clothes were even different; he was wearing some white shirt and white pants. He doesn't understand what happened; he remembers that last night he was drinking alone because his girlfriend of a year and a half broke up with him.

The reason? He found someone much better.

He had looked on the internet to see who she was dating.

It was some fat fuck who was the beneficiary of nepotism, as he was about to inherit his dad's company and become a multimillionaire; he had never felt a betrayal so hard. The guy wasn't attractive, nor did he look remotely good; that whore just charmed him with her looks and decided to become his sugar baby; he was probably sucking dick as he was drinking like a loser.

However, this doesn't help his situation. He tried to remember what had happened; he was drinking away, drinking badly too, and then he started dreaming of a world where he could have it easier on relationships, a world where he could be treated like his girlfriend treated him, just a few winks here and there, shaking his ass, and boom, a hot bombshell milf that would take care of him in exchange for just looking good like a slut.

Michael knew he was a douchebag for thinking that women had it easier; it must be so exhausting to be catcalled, groped, sexually harassed, and deal with the wage gap, the indifference towards their problems, their biology and so much more, but goddamn, he so wished he could at the very least have it as easy as girls in relationships.

Maybe easier.

He kept drinking and drinking, to the point his eyes closed.

He was walking down the alley and then he passed out on some trash bags.

And now he is here...

He checked his kidneys.

They were both still there, so he wasn't murdered or anything like that. "Okay, I need to go back home." He stood up, starting to walk, looking at what he was wearing; it was almost like pyjamas, very comfy too. He tried to check the tag on the clothes. Size XL? The clothes fit perfectly, but he was an L; it was like the size was telling him he was fat. He wasn't fat; he looked down. He totally was not fat.

But the shirt made him feel fat.

As he was coming out of the alley, he was surprised suddenly by someone talking to him. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He was a bit shocked at the voice of someone speaking to him, noticing a woman, a policewoman, a bombshell policewoman! She was absolutely hot as fuck.

"Umm, sorry, miss, it's just that I woke up here and—"

"You woke up here? In the alley? Were you drugged and raped?" The way she was so direct was such a huge curveball; I was not expecting her to jump to that conclusion.

"Uh no, AT LEAST I DON'T THINK SO. But my wallet was stolen and my clothes and—"

"Hmmmm, you look in shock."

"In sho—?"

"Maybe we should go to my car. Do I need to cuff you, or will you not resist, pretty guy?" She started to laugh as she pulled some cuffs out of her back pocket. A malicious smile on her face, making Michael wonder for a moment, was this woman really a police officer? He felt like he was in danger, like he shouldn't be talking with this person for some strange reason; she was such a hot-looking girl, and yet there was some strange energy about her.

He wasn't sure what to do with this information; he slowly stepped back as the girl's grin changed to a more serious face and out of nowhere shouted. "PUT YOUR HANDS AGAINST THE WALL! "

"Wait, wha—?" He was pushed against the wall by her, using so much force, pressing his head against the brick wall behind him, forcing him to turn around.

"Don't you fucking resist, whore; you think I don't know you are a prostitute? Prostitution is illegal, you know. So much violence and rape happen to guys in that type of job, you fucking tease. Give me your fucking hands." The girl was being so overly aggressive; he couldn't understand what she was saying, but she was trying her hardest to get him in cuffs. Michael, of course, resisted; he was so confused as to what the fuck was going on, and right as she was about to cuff him.

"MELISSA, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!" The other cop was tackled down on the ground, Michael falling down as well. He turned up to look at who had saved him, noticing a fat-assed cop standing above him. Those ass cheeks were begging for him to spank them, but actually he just realized something: two police girls? One is odd, but two, that's just out of a sitcom.

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"I found this guy; he looks like a prostitute, and I thought he needed help." The grey-haired police girl tried to explain.

"Oh yeah, like that other guy that came crying for having a home invasion and you tried to get him in a private room with you? I swear to fucking god if I see you doing something like this shit again, I will get you out of the police force." Michael was even more confused now. Was this girl going to do something bad?

She turned around to face Michael and helped him get up. "Are you okay, sir? You look lost."

"I am lost; I don't have my clothes and—" The police girl then grabbed the shirt.

"OH, EXCUSE ME! "And let go just as quick." "May I have consent to see your shirt, sir?" That was odd for her to ask.

"Uhm, yeah, whatever?" The police girl grabbed the shirt again, noticing something.

"Shit – you are not from here, are you?"

"Well, I live on Kennedy Street, which is right around the corner."

"The Kennedy Street?"

"Close to the boulevard" She looked more confused; she opened her phone and looked through Google Maps.

"There is the Onassis street. No Kennedy."

"Uhm, wait, sorry, can I see that?" The streets look exactly the same as back home, but all the names were changed. Did he hit his head?

"I, uh, I could swear I lived here."

"Can you give me your name, sir?" The good cop pulled out her laptop to look at the resident's files while the bad cop walked away angry that she couldn't have fun with him.

"My name is Michael Bauza Gartner. Uhm, Bauza is B-A-U-Z-A; it's French from my mother's side. If I remember well"

"... No results." He was confused.

"Give me your Social Security Number or Taxpayer ID."

"Umm, sure, 750-01-4192."

"... No results again, sir. Are you sure you live here?" She said with a doubtful look as if he had done something bad, getting nervous he is attacked again.

"Wait, wait. How about the taxpayer 85-5472238?"

"... Sir, I have no results. I don't have you on the database. Are you a United States citizen?" Michael felt like in the matrix.

"I- I am I—"

"Sir..." She came close to whisper, "If there is a woman holding you hostage or perhaps you are under watch, don't worry; we have special services for human trafficking and kidnapping. Do not worry about this; we can take care of you, please." What was she even saying? He wasn't some guy kidnapped by some yandere girl or whatever she thought; he was utterly confused and shocked by her comment, as if it were normal, but his social status, ID, number, life... Nothing existed.

"I- C-can you take me to your, uhm- To the station or something, please? I think I am having a stroke." The girl nodded, helping him get in the car, being so gentle and caring with him, entering the front of the car and driving away without her partner, who looked upset about me getting away from her.

What a shit day.

But it got weirder.

Medical staff, all women, started to check on me, always asking consent to be touched or grabbed. They looked me upside down; they even made me sign a lease to check my genitals in case something was put inside of me. Prostate exams suck, by the way. They did me x-rays and so many medical check-ups. He was 1 week in the station, and there he learnt the following.

Michael's Internal Monologue

My physical health was great.

I had nothing strange in my body, nor was I being used to pass drugs.

My street and house and name do not exist

My close family's name does not exist.

My girlfriend's name exists, but it's a woman in another state that doesn't look nor has any affiliation with me.

My digital print does not exist.

My fingerprints are not registered.

When asked history facts, they can tell I know very niche facts; for example, the fact that Isaac Newton discovered gravity, but they corrected me by saying Mary Benjamin discovered gravity while she had a father known as Isaac Newton. Asked me about presidents, I got all of them wrong, pure male names, and got a few of the husbands of actual presidents. Apparently there was never a male president in history; recently there was someone who actually wanted to postulate but ended up losing by a big margin, as 'men weren't made to govern'.

They decided that I suffered from some sort of amnesia, although my brain didn't show any mental illness, syndrome or symptom, and put me under special watch, calling me a victim of male trafficking around the world that escaped by mistake.

They put me in an apartment, saying this was my new home, as men that suffer from trafficking are granted these special privileges as long as I collaborate with the department; in their words, 'They cannot suffer any more losses from the opposite gender with the current ratio around the world.'

The apartment was small; they even helped me learn how to use the internet, TV, and phone. Apparently, two other officers live next to my apartment in case someone tries to kidnap me again and wouldn't let me out of their watch until a few months later until they deemed it safe.

It was so strange, like I was an alien on this world. But I understood soon why, and it was all thanks to the internet. I made Discord accounts, Reddit accounts, Facebook, and all that; I looked around and saw a huge female internet fandom everywhere. All the people around were girls, I could tell, from pictures, photos, and even gaming forums. I tried looking more and more at history, Wikipedia, and YouTube, and I was bombarded with women, and furthermore, a lot of things changed. For example, Eleanor Roosevelt was the one who was shot, finished her speech, and became president, and Franklin D. Roosevelt was nothing more than the husband of Eleanor.

I had come to a world where women took the role of men and men took the role of women.

Almost.

There was a large difference, and that difference was that the ration wasn't 50/50.

IT WAS 80:20. I had seen few men around, but most of the time they were joined by one or two women when walking; apparently it's dangerous for guys to be alone in this place. Well, at least for guys living here, always being catcalled and groped, they wanted to implement male-only train services, but people pushed against it since it would be a waste of resources.

Even media, comics, and games, all of that was female-centered, with still some male characters here and there, like Wonder Man, an obvious parody of Wonder Woman, or also Clark Croft in video games, a male archaeologist who investigated temples; Lara Croft, of course. Even there were new games trying to push new male protagonists, but people were too against it on the web, calling it the "machist agenda" and "woke."

I guess even incels are a thing in this world.

The next months I spent learning so much on the internet. The police and government kept giving me things here and there to make my life more affordable and comfortable, but I was tired of living in the apartment; I could feel myself getting fat by not running. I tried making exercise, but the cops told me to stop doing that. They gave me a schedule in which I can start exercising for my safety, as there were still cameras here where they can observe me.

I was confused at first, but if I were put in reverse logic, I would be seen like a woman doing exercise in skimpy clothes, which meant I was teasing the policeman watching me on the camera.

I only wonder what sort of things the policewomen were doing when watching me exercise.

Which left me to my final discovery: vasectomies are illegal in this world, like really freaking illegal, and masturbation by males is strictly prohibited; apparently, for the sake of saving humanity, it is better for men to always cum inside, and there are a thousand incentives for single mothers to get themselves pregnant at their local sperm bank or clinic.

Going from an increase in paychecks, more rest days, months of vacations—that's right, freaking months—and a thousand more benefits.

Men were made to breed.

End of monologue

4 months of learning about this world, there were almost no male-dominated fields in work culture, not even in pornography, as there were so few men. Most women were porn stars; there was a lot and I mean A LOT of porn when it came to cross-dressing, with girls faking being guys while wearing straps and fucking other girls. The only actual male-dominated field was modeling, dressing cute, skimpy, or extravagant clothes at least.

There was a male pornstar, Mark Khalifa; people were going crazy. He was doxxed 10 times and had to retire from porn, deemed the most promiscuous male in the world, and then there was Bond Blue, but we don't talk about him.

This was crazy, but girls were going insane over men.

This also made him hornier—hornier to see what was in his reach when it came to dating girls; maybe he would have it 10 times easier, maybe even more, in this world. He wanted to leave; he wanted to explore the world.

He made a request to the police watching him to let him go somewhere on his own, unwatched; he wanted to look outside.

Eventually, 2 weeks later a response was given that he was given the chance if and only if, he was to choose a single place, to pick the route he was going there and to promise to stay safe and don't follow strangers back home.

He thought about that.

About where to go.

He had always been a nerd at heart, and he was missing video games, Pokémon, hell, even board games, and he wasn't a fan of that. He chose a hobby store that wasn't so far from his new apartment and left the place, wanting to explore geek culture.

He was given a car to head to the store if he didn't want to walk, but Michael decided against it; he wanted to see how the world would react to him walking on the street, and he has to say he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

He was catcalled, whistled at, screamed at, and even degraded. He wasn't wearing anything too revealing, just some wide jeans that didn't stick to his legs as per the request of the cops and a shirt with short sleeves, yet he got comments that he wasn't sure were compliments or insults. Some of those comments were

Hey sexy boy! That mouth looks real good for my fat tits!

Slut/Whore/Bitch/Shameless

A mother told him there were children on the street and to cover his arms, which was fucking crazy.

Give me a smile, baby.

What a fat fucking cock you have

And a group of schoolgirls took a picture of him and as he noticed they hid and walked away acting like if nothing happened, turning around and sharing the image between them, as they commented on his fat dick and the arms on this whore.

In a way, he guessed that showing arms was like showing cleavage.

Men were always obsessed with making their arms look bigger; he always saw so many ab and arm implants.

Hell, showing his abs might be considered indecent exposure now that he thinks of that. And girls, girls walked with short skirts, flaunting their asses and booty shorts; some, on rare occasions, were seen shirtless, as their tits weren't seen as something taboo. Quite the opposite, those lactating were allowed to walk shirtless, but with this heat it was better to use sunscreen.

So many new rules.

So many crazy and horny new rules in his mind.

There was something Michael knew; however, in this world, he was a slut, a fucking slut with how careless he was, and to be honest, he loved the attention he was getting. It was so strange to be seen as sexy and desired, but he couldn't help but feel flustered as he was bombarded by everyone's comments about how 'sexy' he looked when he wasn't doing anything.

Most of the girls weren't even half bad looking in his eyes.

But if they behave like guys, those girls could be toxic and dangerous to be with, but now he was going to a place where toxic masculinity should predominate, which was a hobby store; geeks, nerds, and enthusiasts of collections come here. When it came to video games, anime, card games, TTG, and even D&D, it was all a bunch of nerdy sweaty males, and if that was true, then that means that in this world...

As soon as Michael entered, he saw girls, nerdy geek girls everywhere.

In this world it was purely a female fandom; the place was packed with girls, but in his mind this was supposed to go better, but most girls here are not that attractive. Fat, their bodies untaken care of, some were sweating while sitting; he wasn't too bothered, but it made him realize how little guys take care of themselves.

"Can I help you with something, my dear?" Said a nerd with such a strong accent looked like the owner of the place; it was some tall, big, and fat chick, a very nerd stereotype too, with big glasses, some zits here and there, and messy hair, some of her armpit hair sticking out from her short sleeves, which made Michael recoil.

"Uuuuh, I am just looking. Can I enter?"

"Yes, of course, and if you need help with anything, let me know. My name is Marilynth." She winked at him, she had spit a little when she said that last sentence. Right in a way girls will behave like guys which for some sounds cool but some guys acted like shit so it was better to avoid those type of girls maybe.

He entered the place looking around; so much was going on. On the right was a tournament of Magic: The Gathering, so many girls playing. He walked around to see what was happening. One of the girls, a redhead, kept staring so much that Michael approached; maybe he could make some talk with her. "Hey, what type of deck are you playing?" "Micahel asked, trying to make some talk. The girls on the table were all nervous with him so close.

"Wuh?"

"J-just asking what type of deck you are playing, or is this like an important game? Should I just watch?" Michael looked at the other girl, who... She crossed her legs for some reason and looked away, not capable of watching him in the eyes; it was so fun to watch them squirm; he wasn't even doing anything.

"W-wHAT do you know, Moid?!" The red-haired girl panicked, calling him a "moid" like an incel would call a girl a "femoid"; of course, Michael just furrowed an eyebrow and walked away, leaving the nerd to herself and her friend, walking away.

"Holy shit, Bertha called him a moid." Said one of the girls as Michael walked away.

"Are you retarded or something?" Said the girl next to her.

"0 rizz, 1000 aura loss." They were now mocking her; of course she fucked up.

Michael saw some girls playing D&D; they looked more mature, so he decided to talk with them. They don't look terminally online either since they were doing roleplaying, and it takes a little bit more effort and mental strength to do that.

He looked at the game; they had little plastic walls and D&D characters with tokens. They were so into it that they didn't notice that he was around. The group was varied too; first there was this normal-looking girl, nothing too special about her being the DM, brunette, pretty face, has a mole on her cheek; she is nothing too, let's say, outstanding.

Then there was this other girl; she was on her phone. She looked more like a goth, with spike bracelets, dark clothes, and dark makeup. A bit distracted, not paying attention, but it's probably because her character wasn't on play.

The third girl was a big one, strong, athletic, but a bit shy; she did see me as she wasn't talking to me. Her eyes went wide open as we locked gazes, and she then looked away. Even if she looked like a jock, she was a nerd.

But the one that strikes my attention the most was the chubbiest and biggest out of the girls; she had some big fat fucking milkers, a huge fat fucking ass, and the spine of a wet noodle because the moment he got close, she stopped staring, almost as if he were some scary dude.

"Hi girls, whatchu playing?"

Finally, the table went silent as the DM paid attention to me. "Ah! Y-you are like a guy."

"Last time I checked I was, yeah, haha!"

"Oh, uh huh, we are playing D&D," said the DM.

"Oh cool, can I join your campaign? I've been eager to play D&D."

"UUUUUUH" The goth girl looked doubtful about it. "Want to play with us?"

"Don't see anyone else? Which classes have you got? I see this one with a big axe, so that token must be a barbarian, and this one with the staff a wizard or maybe a sorcerer? I don't see anyone with an instrument; I would like to be a bard."

"A b-ba-bard?" The DM was surprised, shocked that a MAN knew DND classes. "Y-you know about this?"

"Of course! I love it!" The four stared at each other; this was no poser boy. He didn't watch stranger things; he knew the stuff he was talking about. They started to whisper, just telling each other how they needed to get this guy, how they could each share a boyfriend, and about how they could even get pregnant, basically talking of him like he was a prize to win.

Honestly, he felt a bit good about it; sure, it was sexist, and most guys are probably exhausted of being sexualised, but for him this was a first one, and it made him feel extremely confident for some strange reason, assertive too. He wondered how much he could go with being close actually; a guy wouldn't care much if a girl grabbed his abs, belly, back, hell, even butt or chest.

Would it be the same for the girls here?

The girls looked up at him and nodded. "If you can make your, uhm, character sheet, that would be good because we are currently trying to leave the ice castle; maybe your bard can meet us outside—"

"OH WAIT!" The chubby girl shouted before she went quiet. "W-we could, uhm, find him in the dungeon, s-s-say he was there."

"Oh yeah, I love that." Michael exclaimed, "We could say that they were going to use me as breeding stock until all these strong and handsome ladies saved me." The girls all blushed hearing that; it was like the erotic roleplay they do in their private Discord ERP servers.

"Th-that works?" said the girl as Michael made his DND character on the side.

But goddamn, they didn't give him time; they practically speedrun the shit out of that session and railroaded. First it was that the wizard wanted to go save the prisoners first, then suddenly a hole took them to the lower levels to where the prisons were. The guards were so weak they finished them in a single round, and as Michael was 1/4 of the sheet away, they suddenly arrived.

"Uuuuuh, I am not finished with the sheet."

"W-we could roleplay." The girls said trying to not act like creeps, but having such cutie girls wanting to rp with him, he felt so fucking dirty, like if he was taking advantage of them, maybe he was. In reality these girls were a bit of losers, and here was Michael flirting with them.

"It's been a while since I roleplayed, but it's cool. Okay, let's see. Let me describe my character. My character is a male tiefling who has some cute black silky hair and green eyes. His skin is blue, unlike the usual red, and his tail has a heart at the end instead of being spikey, and hmmmmm..."

"Wh-what is he wearing?" the girls asked.

"Oh... Well, since he is in a prison, he is only in a loincloth." One of the girls suddenly hit the table a bit too hard.

"I – I SEE." She grabbed the die and rolled it. "I FLIRT WITH THE BARD."

"W-well, he is a player; you cannot use a roll to determine if your flirts are good." Said the DM to the goth girl who was playing a rogue.

"It's fine; I want to see the seduction." The goth girl gulped, trying to figure out how to do this.

"My character gets close to the cell and says... H-hey babe, uhm – we are here to rescue you. You look good in those." It was too weird for the situation, but he let it pass.

"Oh my saviours! "Thank you so much," Michael said exaggeratedly. "Can you please get me out of here? I would love to reward your party so much for your help. I have some magic, and I can do many, many other things with you girls... But if you feel that it's not proper then..."

"I CAST KNOCK," said the chubby girl who was playing the wizard, the spell opening the doors.

"Oh, thank you, my heroes. My character comes out of the cell and approaches each, starting with the wizard who was so handsome and brave to come to my rescue first. My character comes close and gives her a big kiss on the cheek... Oh wait, should I ACT it out as well?" Michael said, with a mischievous grin, acting like he was some bimbo on this world.

"I mean, not if you don—" Soon someone kicked the DM under the seat as if to tell him to shut the fuck up and not fuck this up. "S-SURE, YEAH."

"Oh well, if that's the case," Michael stood up, holding the chubby girl and kissing her on the cheek; it was such a long kiss, everyone at the table was seething with envy. As the kiss happened, she was left speechless, holding a die she had on her hand, trembling and pressing her legs together as if to hide something. Michael wondered, what was that about? "And of course I should rew—"

"I need to go to the bathroom. Be right back." Said the girl he had just kissed now, but that didn't stop him.

"I should reward the rest now. How about a big man hug for the precious rogue?" Michael hugged her from behind, pressing his own chest against her head like a girl would press her boobs against a man; that did get a reaction out of her because she was trembling afterwards. "And now some big hug for my strong barbarian." He now went for the strong girl's hands this time. Going for the kill, he grabbed the large breasts the Amazon girl had, but she didn't react negatively nor push him away; he just hugged him back, and that's when he felt it: the strong girl was smelling his neck. She wasn't even trying to hide it, but the fact he was grabbing her tits without her freaking out was awesome! He could simply act like a bimbo and people would cherish him and follow what he does and says. "I love your DMing skills." Michael patted the DM's ass. "Good job. I would loooove to join your campaign permanently; maybe we can go to my house next." Every single girl at that table and those that stared at what Michael had just done were blushing hard; they had a bimbo man with them, and they were so horny for him, but they didn't want to scare him away either.

Michael had so much power over their horny minds; it was amazing. He wondered if girls felt like that or if it was just him being a slutty jerk.

Eventually the chubby girl came back, her jeans wet around the thighs like she had dried her hands using them, but it looked oddly funny. He didn't comment on that, but the easiest and most passive out of the four was her; this was his objective.

The DnD campaign went well as planned, Michael always making them fluster by making his character make something slutty, flirting with them, and commenting on how cool and pretty they all were; the girls were basically having an overdose of dopamine in their minds by being cherished by a man so much. But eventually, as all good things do, the session ended and everyone had to go back home. The muscle girl went out first, hugging Michael for too long as he buried his face in her breasts; she took the chance to smell his hair quite a lot too.

Then the DM who lived nearby went home walking; she received a kiss from Michael which made her so happy, and even the DM asked if he had a boyfriend or husbands; of course, monogamy sounds stupid in a world with so few males. Michael answered he did not and hopes to get many girlfriends, which made the DM heart flutter like he was falling in love after meeting a guy just once, already imagining so many things in the future. She wanted to ask him on a date but was too cowardly for it, so she left. Then the goth girl, who was picked up by her mother in a car, hugged shyly Michael before leaving, the mother staring at him, starting to tease her daughter about her being able to get a boyfriend and teaching her all the methods a woman can use to get a boy like him, to not take no for an answer, and to be pushy and chase him, basically all the things a guy SHOULD NOT do to a girl.

But at the end only Michael and the chubby girl whose name had not been asked were left. "Hey, Miztyx! Or should I call you by your real name?" Michael approached her so casually as the two were leaving the hobby store.

"Ngh, I uuuh- M-my name right I never said it! My name is Alejandra"

"Alejandra?" Michael tilted his head. "I am sorry, but that name sounds Spanish, and well, you don't look."

"MY MUM THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO CALL ME THAT! B-But I do not have any Hispanic heritage or something; pl-pleaseee just call me Alex. I am not racist, I swear."

"Pft, that's fine. Hey can I go back home with you?"

"Wh-what? Like, go home, like, my home?"

"Yeah, your home" She gripped her shirt, she was so unsure on what to answer.

Michael knew he had to take over or she would decline. "Pleaseeee, it's just that you are my first girlfriend, and I am new in town, and I want to get to know you better. I think you are so cool and funny!"

"F-funny I?" She hid behind her glasses; she was steaming, boiling inside, to be called all that. She couldn't help but feel so giddily and happy inside, but nghhh it was so hard for her to decline. "OKAY OKAY PLEASE COME TO MY HOUSE!"

"Don't shout."

"Shit, sorry! I am just too loud sometimes when excited; my mom used to tell me to shut up. I am not autistic, I think because—uH." She was fumbling so fucking hard. Michael had to do something about this.

"Hey, stop talking; let's go! Hey, I have an idea!" Michael grabbed Alex's hand and placed it firmly on his hip. "Hold me like this; that way we look even more friendly, okay?" Alex's hand was moving her fingers, placing her hand down and up, all the time, as if trying to not make Michael uncomfortable or make him feel like she was being a creep. Were some guys really this nervous with a girl around? This new perspective was so amazing to him.

But the only issue was.

Michael was a slut in this world, and he wanted to fuck Alex really, really hard back home.

And like, so they left for the apartment where Alex lived; she was sweating and trembling. She tried to get the keys inside the hole but was shaking so much. Michael just gave her some time, and she turned around to look at him. "W-well, this is my home if you ever need something." Alex was smiling, not getting the cue.

"Soooo, uhhh, when a guy asks to come back home with a girl, you are supposed to invite him in."

"W-wait, really? I-M-MEAN! Yeah, of course." She opened the door fully as Michael made himself at home and noticed Alex had a lot of nerdy stuff, Star Wars posters, Warhammer figurines, even a studio to make... Cosplay?

"You make cosplay?! That's awesome."

"I—I just do the dresses, not the cosplay."

"Why not?"

"..." She went quiet, looking to the side. "Please... You know why." Michael looked at her, furrowing an eyebrow, trying to think, trying to picture the opposite. So Alex would be a fat guy, doing cosplay, which would make him a nerd stereotype; a lot of people would stare and mock him too... So she was ashamed of her body, right?

"I think you are beautiful, Alex."

"Please don't play with me; ugh, I feel so gross..."

"What? Why?"

"Because I am fat. Look, if you want money or to make fun of me, just do it, but don't lie to me." Oof, that was a tough blow. He was flirting, but her confidence was so bad that she was defensive. No wonder some guys are incels and push girls away; they must be scared shitless of girls mocking them if they fall for affection.

"Hmmm, Alex, Would you like to have a kiss?" That really got her to back away.

"A kiss?"

"Yeah!"

"With you?"

"That's the idea."

"Y- I- I don't want to end up in like some... You won't trick me, right?"

"Nope, want my phone too or something in case you think I will record it?"

"N-no, it's just... just a kiss, right? I will be kissing you, right?"

"It's just the two of us; I won't tell anyone in the D&D group. I will kiss your lips."

She was panting; she turned around to check her breath. It smelled like soda from the hobby store. "W-wait, can I brush my teeth?"

"You usually shouldn't say that out loud, but go for it; I will prepare here." Alex quickly went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and have minty fresh breath as Michael explored around, stepping inside Alex's bedroom. It was like the usual male bedroom: not much decoration, a basket for clothes, a messy bed, and a gamer PC, but he had at least a drawer with some cool stuff.

Alex eventually came around, noticing Michael in her room. "Sorry it's all messy."

"I don't mind; my bedroom is messy too." Michael got close to Alex. "Are you ready for a kiss on the lips, Alex?"

She was trembling, so scared, with no confidence, no self-esteem, and in her eyes, Michael was a top-notch bombshell bimbo. "I-It's my first; don't judge, please."

"I would never." That's something a guy never does anyway; judge how good a girl kisses. Most are lucky to get a kiss; he was going to enjoy this. She got close, slowly, trembling, hands shaking, half-closed eyes as her lips got closer and closer to Michael.

"But he took the chance to kill her lips' virginity, grabbing her and kissing her deeply, forcing her into a deep, passionate hug and kiss, grabbing her belly folds and arms, enjoying how her soft, chubby, thick body felt on top of him; this was the fucking best. He could have any girl he wants; if this were so easy, he just had to play his cards right.

He even took the chance to lower his hand and grab her ass, but no moan came out of it; she just felt more flustered with how hard Michael grabbed her as she smothered him with her chubby body against the bed. Feeling the entire weight of her body on him, soon Alex notices what she is doing and backs up. "Fuck, I am not too heavy? This is not weird, right? Sorry—"

"Nah, keep doing it; I like it."

"R-really? You don't have to lie."

"Alex, you are hot as hell, and I like your body, I swear."

"Hot as hell? You don't need to lie, you know; it's rude that you lie." Michael looked down to see a wet spot between her legs. Maybe that's why she went to the bathroom before; this was the equivalent of a boner, probably getting their pussy wet.

"Hmmmm, what do I have to do to prove it?"

"I—What?"

"Want to do it?"

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Sex, want to fuck?"

"W-wait, you want to impregnate me?" Impregnate? Although then Michael realized, it makes sense; this culture is about men fucking women pregnant as to not let their kind die. It's obvious there will be no condoms nor after-morning pills if masturbation is prohibited and vasectomies are illegal.

But the idea of marking this slut with her baby sounds very hot.

"Fuck yeah, I do! How about you put on one of those sexy cosplays and we do some erotic roleplay?"

"L-Like really?"

"Yup, I will be the nice cute tiefling, and you be that sexy wizard, and I get that pussy pregnant. I can see you're wet from here, you know?" She covered her spot; it was so cute to see her act like that.

"Y-You won't tell anyone or make fun of me, right?"

"Nope."

"Okay." She looked so embarrassed, but that was the cute part about it.

He waited in her room for her to arrive; he wanted to check the place but felt it was a bit disrespectful, so he just lay on her bed. With him alone with his thoughts, he realized he could easily become a prostitute and make a living—Oh wait, that's illegal, the cops said.

But what about a streamer?

Streamer sounds good.

The door opened up as Alex leaned her head inside, looking at him. "Something wrong, Alex?"

"Uhm? I guess you want the full cosplay, or do you want me naked?"

"No need for all of it; I will be taking your clothes off anyways."

"Th-then I am ready... I was also checking that you didn't have your phone out."

"I assume your meetings with men have ended up with you being bullied."

"I am fat, so..." I guess both genders have their own issues to worry about in relations. "I am coming in." She slowly opened the door, entering wearing the hat, the staff, and a little cape that covered her nipples perfectly; overall, she looked so fucking hot and adorable all at once.

She gulped. "The great wizard Miztyx has come to aid you, dear tiefling."

"Oh, thank you my great saviour wizard!" He opened his arms ready to hug her.

"Uhm, you, uuuuuh, I will just." She came close and sat on the bed. "It's my first time with a guy, should I get my pussy on top of your thing or..."

"How about I take charge?" He grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her down on the bed, surprising her. She clinched the staff, getting even more nervous at the idea of being underneath him. "Look at this precious wizard who saved me; I am nothing but a weakling male that can't do anything alone; it's better that I please her as she deserves." He touched her pussy with my fingers, but right at that moment something he didn't expect happened: she started to squirt, so much pussy juice flying in her bed as a small pool of her fem juices formed underneath her.

"S-S-SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN."

What would the opposite be for premature ejaculation in a woman? Early squirter? Would it be the same? I assume. "That was fine; you are so nervous. Want me to go down on you?"

"NONONONO PLEASE NO! I don't have so much stamina, and I really, really want to lose my virginity with you." Does sexual stamina also change? If guys can't last as much as women can, it would make sense this world is the other way around too; lucky for her, Michael was rock hard. He pulled down his pants, letting his absolutely erect penis out of his pants; it was so hard and throbbing that she just stared at his cock. "W-wait. I could give you fellatio if you want; I don't use teeth. I think I could do good." That comment really put off Michael.

"How about for next time, we don't want you to do any strange stuff before the main vanilla thing, right?" He wasn't putting his penis in her mouth if she wasn't sure she could avoid teeth.

"Ooooh, okay. You are the expert here. NOT THAT YOU ARE A WHORE; not all men are whores, and sexual freedom is fine, right?"

"Right." Too awkward; better put this dick inside before she says something dumber. He aligned his cock closer and closer to her cunt each time to the point it was touching the entrance; she shivered with each push of his dick getting close to her slit.

"Oh god, I know that on the internet there are tighter pussies, but I am sure too tight is bad, right? Like you just need—"

"Alex, be quiet when you are about to have sex."

"Yes sir."

Something simple first; he needed something simple to not fry her brain up. He needed to be missionary. He got on top of her as he closed his eyes. "I will just be submissive for now."

"Alex—Actually... Keep speaking, you slut." That got her so shy and blushy, shaking her thighs with so much excitement, his dick coming closer and closer, his tip finally right above her pussy and starting to push, getting it deeper and deeper. She was trying her hardest to not cum; she had her eyes closed and was biting her lower lip trying not to cum her brains out too soon. Michael kept riling her up, just by rubbing the tip inside.

"Oh, gosh! I AM NOT A VIRGIN! I AM SO FUCKING NOT A VIRGIN!" Michael tried to not laugh at how much of a pathetic little slut she was, well, not so little, which reminded him to give her tits a good fondle, using his hands to squeeze her tits, making her yelp.

"Oh god, you are grabbing my breasts. Why?!"

"Cause"Becausee your fat fucking breasts, that's why!!! You will make such a good fucking mother." Michael couldn't resist it; he needed to know how fucked up it would be to add all his kinks and normal sexual stimuli from his world here. He couldn't keep teasing anymore; he needed to taste her pussy, and with just that, he rammed the hell out of her cunt, pushing his dick so far deep inside that it made Alex cum again.

"NGHAAAAA OH GODS! IT'S INSIDE! YOU ARE HAVING SEX! I AM HAVING SEX! I LOVE YOU, FUCK, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" A bit too much, but he loved it. Without any wait or hesitation, he thrusts forward, strong, fast, blasting her with such a huge, long dick that she would not be able to live without it, her face making such expressions that she never knew she could make, her body, legs, everything trembling, and she started to cum again on his dick, clenching her cunt as she did. "I CAME, FUCK, I CAME. SORRY, SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO I—" But Michael didn't stop; he kept pounding her. A hole doesn't need rest.

But damn, Alex was really loud. "OOOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUUUCK AAAAH AH SHIT YOU ARE FUCKING ME, YOU ARE FUCKING ME UP! I CANNOT FEEL MY PUSSY! YOU ARE DESTROYING MY POOR PUSSY OH GOD, DO IT DADDY, FUCK MY POOR PUSSY. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOUUUUUU."

"TAKE IT, ALEJANDRA. TAKE MY COCK!"

"I AM TAKING IT! MAKE ME AMOMMYDADDY."

"KEEPSCREAMING"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH~♥"

"Okay"Okay,much." virgin dumbass, lol. He started to use his fat dick to smack her cervix as poor Alex was trying her best to not die and pass out from having her plumpness fucked out of her; her pussy was gripping his dick so hard he wasn't kidding—so much better than her ex, 10 times better—and he could see his cock bulging her stomach hard enough to make her look slightly bloated; he could swear he could see her womb bulging out as well with each thrust.

Michael didn't know he had a dick this big, but he wasn't going to judge or wonder about this new world; he loved this place. He didn't want to leave ever fucking again. With her pussy being stretched, Alex started to lose some consciousness. She had so many orgasms she wasn't able to keep up with Michael's sexual energy; she was giving in like a pathetic little virgin, which was the issue, but tried to remain awake. Her tits were bouncing everywhere, her eyes were uneven and rolling back, and all she could keep thinking was hump me, rut me, and cum inside of me. Her cunt was doing her best attempt to keep his dick inside and make him climax inside with impactful, mind-breaking cervix slams so strong that she lost her glasses, but she was not even able to notice. Michael was too busy breaking her mind and cunt.

"Fuck, you are so tight, Alejandra."

"R-REALLY?!"

"TIGHTER THAN AVERAGE"

"NGGHHH FUCK THANKS, THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU." She kept saying she loved him; that was a bit awkward, but he needed to keep going.

"Hey, I love this position, but let me hit it from the back."

"From the what?" He grabbed her, turned her around, pushed her ass up, and started to fuck her doggystyle.

"OOOOH FUCK, YOU ARE FUCKING ME LIKE A DOG! WHAT THE FUCK, THIS IS TOO KINKY! I LOVE THIS! MY BOYFRIEND IS SUCH A KINKY GUY!!! A GUY IS FUCKING ME!!!! I AM GETTING PREGNANT!" She was 100% announcing to everyone in the apartment this shit, but he didn't give a flying fuck.

Her howls and screams got more and more obscene the harder he pounded into her. Watching those ripples of her ass go back and forth, he needed to fuck meaty girls like this more often, and if they were as easy as Alex, then this world was a whole pussy buffet for him to taste. All the girls he could have, he was going to wreck her cervix with his superior man cock; she was already unable to form any comprehensive words anymore. He raised his arm and slapped Alex's ass as hard as he could, her gigantic meaty ass wobbling all over with the impact and making her yelp as he did.

Another orgasm out of nowhere was seen as she squirted all over the bed; she had cum again, unbearable bliss and ecstasy. Her brain was barely able to hold on. He grabbed her hair and yanked her hair back, treating her like a slut, and Alejandra loved it because she never knew men were this dominant. She thought her first time was going to be romantic and slow, but this was abusive and harsh, and she loved every little bit, her cunt tightening slightly more at the feeling.

Michael kept staring at her ass, those hypnotic ripples of her being the only motivation he needed to keep going for hours, but he knew she couldn't last any longer, so besides pulverizing her pussy into nothingness, he also knew he needed to finish her once and for all, cum inside as much as he could, and get all of it out of his system.

Fucking her this fast and brutal wasn't enough, but he knew she couldn't take it any longer, so he stepped up. He stopped caring about how silky and soft and wet her pussy felt or how tight it was and how great it felt around his cock or how much she kept worshipping him and saying she loved him. He needed to cum right now, but it was so hard to focus and not try to prolong this more and more. Her pussy had been begging to be ravaged for god knows how long.

Never being touched by a man, never looked at, never teased, a first-timer virgin bitch that was so helpless and needy for cock that Michael couldn't resist anymore; he was going to lose control of her body. "I will cum inside, so get ready, bitch. Make sure to open up that womb for me." Her pussy squeaked again, trying to wring him dry, but he just closed his eyes, ignoring it so he could focus on his job.

"GYAAAAAH! HUOOOOOH! UHHNNFF! NGGGHHH PWEASEEEEEEEEE!~ Just as he was getting in a good rhythm, he heard her again letting go of her hair and smacking her ass over and over again, grabbing the staff and using it to support himself as he started to smack her ass so hard that it was starting to turn red with how hard he was going. She was about to practically collapse from intense sheer pleasure; it was literally a dick out of this world.

As he was about to cum, he leaned in closer, forward, starting to go faster and faster, almost like wanting to climb on top of her and fuck her like a monkey would do, but he knew that her body, even if it was thick, wouldn't be able to take the extra weight, so he had to push with a lot of strength on his legs and fuck her pussy with as much force as he could, being animalistic in a sense, mounting her and trying to impregnate her pussy.

Her thighs were absolutely wobbling and shaking as she wasn't able to stand like this anymore; the hump-fucking of her pussy had made her completely weak. She was out of it, only taking it because she wanted to please Michael, and that's when she finally felt the amount of throbbing coming from his cock. He was eager to cum, precum soaking her hole, and soon enough it came, the fertile seed she had been waiting for all this time, the warmth of a man in her life. For once she didn't feel like a failure; she was happy about Michael being with her and giving her womb the purpose she deserved.

He kept cumming and cumming, buckets full of seed to flood her eager begging hole while her ass kept clapping from every thrust, the wobbly ass meat jiggling like jello and her fat heavy breasts holding her weight down. She tried to scream, but she couldn't get any air out of her lungs, so only a small whiny begging noise was heard right before she passed out, all while her womb eagerly and greedily drank all of the cum.

The seed, hypervirile, is going and assaulting each of her eggs.

So irresponsibly, and yet neither of the two felt guilty of fucking like animals.

Michael was left panting, watching as Alejandra had passed out on the bed; she had 0 sexual stamina, most definitely, but he didn't feel bad about it. Quite the opposite, he loved the fact he lasted longer than her. He helped get her body cleaned up from all the cum that was on her body, got a blanket and covered her, got some food out of the fridge, ate, stretched, and went back to the room to lie next to her.

He found her really cute and turned on the TV to watch some cartoons; her friends didn't look half bad either. With Michael being desired this much, like if he were some sexy model girl, it was like he was in heaven; everyone wanted to fuck a man, yet just a few could, and with how easy Michael was, the chance for a lot of girls opened up.

Yet he couldn't stop feeling bad about them. Alejandra kept shouting she loved him, and he certainly liked her body, so big and thick, but love... That's a stretch, the girls were desperate for guys he understood that, there aren't many of him around, much less single, with so many girls walking around there is also the fact that not all of them get a guy or even talk to a guy in their lives.

They must feel lonely.

This was a bit tiresome, something to think about in the morning.

For next time...

Yes...