Kyle goes to the store and explores the world they've changed

Kyle had decided to get out of the house for a while; to get some air, clear his head and stay away from the sounds of Thomas and Pamela fucking… again. There was a grocery store a couple of blocks away from their house, it would give him an excuse to go for a walk and they did need some things.

He’d knocked on Bianca’s door to see if she needed anything but didn’t get a response. He could hear her playing music and guessed she was studying or something, not wanting to disturb, Kyle decided to leave her to it.

He avoided Thomas and, by extension Pamela, he wasn’t sure which rooms of the house they’d be so he just made a bee-line for the front door and out into the crisp Saturday sunshine.

Walking down the street he passed a newsstand, glancing he saw the cover of a trashy magazine emblazoned with the words ’50 foods to sweeten your fruit’. Kyle tried not to think about what the girls had said before, about making pussies, lips and cum taste like fruit, or the implications… had they been flavourless before? Did oral sex only exist because of what they’d done?

Different thoughts kept coming to him as he walked; questions about the World Processor, why hadn’t he been able to give the girls their orgasms back? He thought about Thomas’ claims, about things he thought he could fix... and before he even realised the time or distance had passed, Kyle found he had already reached his destination.

As he was crossing the parking lot a hunched figure by the grocery store doors caught Kyle’s eye and he looked down at an older looking guy, his face grizzled and dirty, obviously homeless. At his feet was a small cardboard sign that read, ‘micropenis and homeless’. Kyle dug into his pocket and gave the guy a dollar in sympathy; he couldn’t imagine how difficult life must’ve been for him.

He grabbed a cart from out front and headed inside, suddenly feeling guilty. Just seeing the guy outside was a wake-up call for Kyle; here he was moping because his cock six inch wasn’t as big as Thomas’ eight, when there were far more unfortunate guys than him in the world.

He sighed and started picking up stuff from the shelves, making his rounds to get everything he knew they needed.

Taking a detour down the dairy aisle, Kyle couldn’t help but stare in awe at just how dramatically his fix had changed things from how he remembered. It was frustrating, he knew, to be the only one in the world with the false memories Bianca had created, of thinking drinking cow’s milk was ‘normal’, but he was proud of himself for making the sacrifice. It was better things were fixed and his memories skewed, than things remained broken just so he could feel ‘better’ about it.

He’d initially been surprised to find a dairy aisle at all, considering the distributed way women provided milk at home, but quickly grasped by looking at the products on display that what was here were mostly artisanal milks, creams, butters and cheeses. Most of the products featured cartoon images of busty women on the front, their breasts spilling out of very little fabric or milk spraying from their nipples.

Gone were the names of cheeses he recognised, he couldn’t find anything like ‘Cheddar’ or ‘Mozzarella’; instead they all had distinctly female names, like ‘Ella’, ‘Ida-Marie’ and even one called ‘Leaking Lady’. The packaging showing the silhouette of a woman in profile, clasping her breasts desperately as they sprayed milk onto the text of the logo.

He left the aisle quickly, having to crush a creeping doubt in his mind that he hadn’t done the right thing. “It’s just a reaction to the false memories…” he told himself and took a breath. Looking around at all the other shoppers picking up produce like it was any other day, “this is the real normal”

In fact, Kyle thought to himself as he continued his shopping, right now things really didn’t seem too different. Stood in the middle of the store he took a look around, seeing men of various ages, shapes and sizes, and women, all retaining their usual young, fit and athletic appearance; a sea of beautiful youth only differentiated by the grades of hair colour all around him. Everyone was wearing clothes; no one was doing anything out of the ordinary and as Kyle scanned the crowd he could feel his sense telling him with each woman he looked at how long it’d been since their last fuck; “1 day”, “4 days”, “2 hours”, “9 hours”, “7 hours”, “2 weeks”. He pitied the last woman, who looked a little frazzled, but fortunately a guy nearby spotted her about the same time Kyle did and he smiled as he heard the stranger doing the polite thing and offering to cum on her.

Kyle sucked on his cheek and tapped his foot, he needed to get laid.

He hated to admit it but thinking about Thomas and Pamela fucking made him jealous, not that he necessarily wanted to fuck Pamela, she was gorgeous but Kyle felt a duty of care for his housemates, fucking them would make things too complicated. No, he was jealous that Thomas had probably gotten laid more in the last hour than Kyle had in the last 2 weeks.

He grabbed the last of what he needed and headed for the registers.

He found one that was free, and to his luck, was being manned by a gorgeously exotic looking brunette girl with streaks of auburn that Kyle guessed was around his age. She was stood absentmindedly picking at the front of her uniform, where the fabric strained over an impressive pair of tits. Kyle could also tell she hadn’t been fucked in four days! When she saw him she jumped and spun on the spot giving him a beaming smile,

“Hey there, did you find everything you needed today?” she asked with the half-**** bubbly enthusiasm of the stores employees.

“Sure, I th-”

“Cindy, after this one you can have your break” Kyle spun around and realised he’d been interrupted by a golden haired girl, just as cute and bubbly as Cindy, dressed in the uniform of the store and holding a clipboard. Her tag read ‘Supervisor’.

The brunette, Cindy, bagging his groceries smiled, “Thanks Sandra, um… I’m sorry Sir, is there anything else I can help you with?”

Kyle smiled, “You’re getting off huh?”

The way she flashed Kyle a tentative look made his cock throb with sudden arousal, she had Disney eyes, so wide and adoring. “Um, yeah… after you Sir” the façade of the bubbly salesgirl had cracked and now she seemed even more gorgeously demure to him. Kyle let the moment linger and then leaned in closer to her. “You probably get propositioned all the time, but you’re gorgeous and I can tell you haven’t been fucked in a few days…”

Cindy’s chest rose as her cheeks flushed, “I get a few offers a day yeah… I usually have to say no, you know… I’m working…” She made a motion to indicate her uniform but Kyle saw the way she thrust her chest further forward when she knew he was looking.

“But you won’t be after me” Kyle said meaningfully.

“I won’t be after you, Sir” Cindy repeated back deliberately, her eyes glancing over Kyle’s shoulder where he guessed her supervisor was probably watching her.

“I can’t believe you’ve gone so long…” Kyle said as she fumbled with scanning some of his items.

Cindy sighed, “I’m single and my last shift was on Tuesday so, the last time I got offered was then…” her eyes dropped and lingered on Kyle’s crotch with what he could tell was searching curiosity.

“six inches” he said, answering he unspoken question. “do you want to see it?”

Cindy shook her head and put a hand out to stop him, “No, I believe you, six is nice… I can work with six…”

Her voice faded a little dreamily and the pair stood in silence for a moment, unmoving as Kyle admired the way Cindy seemed enamoured with the bulge in his pants. Kyle coughed to snap her out of it, making her jump and she suddenly scurried with new eagerness to finish ringing him up.

When they were done she closed down her register while Kyle grabbed his stuff and them he felt Cindy’s hand find his and she started pulling him towards a side door.

“Come on… I know a place…”