Head to the park as planned

As you and Paige get into the car, she says, "Sorry about the wait earlier, John. My brother's boyfriend was over. Tommy doesn't like getting cummed on and I was right there, so... you know." She gestures to the patch of fresh semen on her chest. By this point it's soaked in thoroughly, and when she puts her seat belt on you can see her right nipple through the thin wet fabric of her blouse.

"Oh, uh, no problem," you say, not exactly sure how to answer that. You certainly didn't expect her brother to be gay (or bisexual?), to say the least. You back out of the driveway and start down the road towards the park. "Huh... I thought your brother's name was Tyler?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, it is," Paige confirms with a small nod. "Tommy is the boyfriend."

"Ah." Wait, so her brother finished on her...?! Then again, you did just tell her to lick your cum out of her mother's asshole, and she didn't so much as bat an eye at that. Being target practice for her brother's little soldiers seems fairly tame by comparison. Still, you think back on the guidelines for this 'reality' you set up for yourself. You didn't specifically mention ****, but you didn't exclude it either, so the same rules must apply by default. It makes sense in retrospect, but you had never expected that as a side-effect of your choice.

On the other hand, it does bring up some interesting questions. "Come to think of it, I've never talked to a gay guy about this before," you mention offhandedly—and completely truthfully, though maybe not for the reason she thinks. "I imagine most of them wouldn't be interested in big-breasted women." You try to imagine how you would perceive that if you had grown up in this reality... "Do they just have to hold it when they get horny? That must be really frustrating."

Paige nods distractedly while examining her nail polish. "Well, Tyler is bi, so he uses random whores on the street as much as the next straight guy. But sometimes a gay couple or group will find a busty girl to use as their beard." At your questioning look, she continues, "I mean, it would be pretty scandalous if some guys just started getting it on in public, right? But if they're there with a cumdump then nobody would think twice about it, so it's a good way to avoid drawing attention. Like, last week these two guys came in near the end of my shift and had me up against the wall. All I did was grab their butts while they jerked each other off onto my face, but from behind it probably looked like they were fucking my mouth."

Inwardly you chuckle at the idea of adding a third participant to your public sex acts as a way of avoiding attention. "And you're okay with that?"

She shrugs. "Sure. It's not the usual way people use me, but it's my duty to help men get off one way or another, so why not?"

Despite Charles's earlier cautioning you against overthinking things, you can't help prodding a little bit more. "And you don't mind... what we did with your mother earlier?"

Paige frowns in confusion. "Mind what? No, I'm glad you got to meet my parents. Even if it wasn't for very long, it was nice getting to spend some family time together. Mom really likes you, you know."

You nod in acknowledgement, but internally you're kicking yourself for asking questions that must sound so peculiar to her. Of course it's no big deal to her. From her perspective, having sex with her boyfriend and her mother would just be typical family bonding. Paige and her mother probably get fucked together every time they had a male visitor over at the house... Well, not Paige, you correct yourself; she was a virgin until you ran into her earlier today. But it sounds like she's been giving oral ever since her eighteenth birthday, and she would have grown up seeing her mother and other well-endowed women being public-access cocksleeves on a daily basis.

(Or does she only remember growing up like that? Did Charles and the doctor actually change history, or just rewrite everyone's memory and social instincts? Either one would still sound impossible if you weren't seeing the results yourself. The metaphysics of the whole situation is giving you a headache.)

Paige gives you a curious sidelong glance. "John, is everything okay? It's..." She hesitates, at a loss for words for a moment. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you're acting very self-conscious about such everyday things. It's sweet that you're concerned about me, but if this is something that's on your mind a lot... maybe you should talk to someone about it? My friend Kayleigh sees a therapist for anxiety, and it's really helped her..." She trails off timidly.

You can just imagine that appointment: "Doctor, what's wrong with my boyfriend? He keeps making a big deal of it when other guys have sex with me." "Hm, how strange. Why don't you suck my cock while I examine this young man?" "Of course, doctor." For that matter, you could also expect a trip to the head-shrinker if you told Paige the truth about your reality shift. You're living it firsthand and you can still barely believe it yourself. But you don't want to lie to your girlfriend, either.

Than again, it's not lying if you simply tell her a different truth...

"I'm sorry, Paige, I didn't mean to worry you," you say, shaking your head. "I've never dated a cumdumpster like you before, and I guess I'm just a little nervous about getting this relationship right. Maybe I should stop overthinking things, huh?" You try to chuckle modestly. It comes out more uneasy than you intended, but then, that fits the situation as well.

Paige smiles at you with relief and leans gently against your arm. "Aw, that's kind of cute. It's okay, I want to get this right too." She stays snuggled up to you companionably for the remaining few minutes it takes you to arrive at the park. You pull the car into a parking spot on the street just outside the main entrance. Getting out with Paige, you look at the park across the street, trying to judge how busy it is.