Nate’s new reality

“Alright slut, I’m gonna go have some fun. See you later!” And with that Marty vanished.

With Marty's sudden disappearance, I was left in a state of bewilderment, standing in the grand courtyard of the godly palace he had conjured into existence. The world around me seemed both familiar and drastically different, as if reality itself had been altered.

However, I knew that Marty's godly powers were responsible for these changes. Instead of dwelling on the bizarre occurrences, I decided to go about my day as best I could. After all, I was in New York City, and there were things to do and friends to meet.

I reached out to a few of my fellow cosplayers who lived in the city, and we agreed to meet at a fun bar not far from the palace. As I walked through the streets, I couldn't help but notice the peculiar alterations to reality happening around me.

For instance, the traffic lights seemed to change colors in random patterns, causing chaos among drivers and pedestrians. People were fucking on the undersides of awnings, seemingly unaffected by gravity. Stray dogs meowed like cats, and pigeons barked like dogs.

But the most striking change was the sudden appearance of sentient, talking fire hydrants who once their opening is unscrewed, will engage in a spectacle of fellatio with passersby, a cock being eagerly sucked by each of the fire hydrant’s unscrewed mouth holes. It was as if Marty were having a bit of fun with the very fabric of reality itself.

Despite these bizarre occurrences, I tried my best to adapt and remain inconspicuous. When I finally reached the bar and met up with my friends, I noticed that they too seemed unfazed by the surreal changes happening around us. It was as if everyone had collectively accepted this new, altered version of reality.

As we sat and chatted, Marty continued to mess with reality in subtle and not-so-subtle ways. Drinks would refill themselves miraculously, changing from one type of beverage to another with each sip. People spontaneously broke into spontaneous dance-offs in the streets, seemingly driven by an irresistible urge to boogie.

My favorite part was when the bartender delivered our drinks. Once he dropped off our beers, the burly man crawled under our table, fished out my cock, and gave me the best head I’ve ever received. My friends didn’t bat an eye at this and the bartender made sure to finish me off quick so he wouldn’t get too behind on making drinks.

It was clear that Marty's godly powers were having a whimsical and chaotic impact on the world, and I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay in store for me as I navigated this surreal version of the world.