Try and understand your situation better

You were in a trance as you walked to your car, only vaguely away of the nudity and sexual deviancy that surrounded you on the way to your vehicle and onto the road.

Somehow you managed to make it home without getting into an accident or jerking off.

All around you, no matter what road you took, it seemed like there was at least one person railing some poor woman on every block. Although perhaps ‘poor’ wasn’t the best term in this current reality. You didn’t really know.

Even more distressing though, roughly half the women you passed by were wearing some horribly impractical, or otherwise just insanely distracting clothing. Some outfits looked like they came from a sexshop, while others seemed to have been pieced together from out of a wood chipper, while some women were even going around naked. And no one cared one bit. Well, not quite true, at one stoplight you had to wait for someone who cared a little too much. A naked woman was crossing the street in front of you and just as she passed in front of your car she ended up bent over your hood by a nerdy looking guy passing behind her.

You were still in shock but didn’t hesitate to lay on the horn, scaring the both of them shitless and getting them to shuffle to the other side of the crosswalk, still joined at the hips.

Out of the corner of your eye you caught sight of a lone man in the car beside you laughing his head off at the scene. No... wait, not alone. A woman who appeared to be naked judging by the tits she had on display, had sat up and started to scan for what her partner was laughing at. Just then the light turned green and the man put an end to her amusement by pushing her head back down as he pulled away.

You made sure to head straight for your apartment and the second you got inside shuttered every curtain, locked the door and let out a heavy sigh.

“This is fucking weird.”

To your relief your apartment was exactly as plain and relatively barren as you remembered. You had a bit of a bachelor mess, some empty cans and bottles you were to deal with and some loose clothing, but it was far from a neckbeard nest.

While your apartment was a safe haven, things outside were so different all of a sudden you couldn’t quite wrap your head around any of it. It seemed like your dream had actually been reality, but after twenty odd years of a vastly different life it was hard to swallow the change.

As soon as you were positive you had shut out the strange new world you decided to get on the computer to try and figure things out a little more slowly with a bit more control to try and ease yourself into everything.

As it turned out, the internet didn’t have any such convenient filter. It didn’t matter what subject you looked up, you were bombarded with phrases and words you just couldn’t comprehend in your current state. ‘Slut-Farms’ and ‘Slut-Ranches’ ‘Breeders’ ‘Trainer’s’ and to top it all off an absolutely insane multitude of words that sounded made up but based on the frequency of use, were real, and based on context you could only assume had something to do with cosmetic surgerys. Going down the rabbit hole you did manage to discover that there was an entire world of sci-fi technology now, only it seemed mostly related to to cosmetic surgeries with only a little spillover into practical procedures.

Maybe that had something to do with whatever the fuck kind of technology Charles had used to do… all this. Or maybe it was just that in a world where sex was less a privilege and suddenly a right, a lot more people were willing to throw money at medical advancements if they could feed their own perversions. Finding out was frankly far too overwhelming a task at the moment though.

Deflating into a defeated husk in your chair you closed the multitude of web pages you had opened in your quest for knowledge and instead pulled out your phone and dialled a number. With your eyes shut you listened to the droning ring on the other end before a male voice eventually picked up,

“Hello?”

“Hey! Jay, you busy today?”

“Not really. Just bumming around the house. What’s up?”

“Nothing really, just wonder if you wanted to hang out.”

“Well I was kind looking to stay in today, but if you want to come over to hang out I’m cool with that.”

“Oh... yeah, sure…. Be there in ten?”

“Sounds fine to me.”

With that your next course of action was set.

You really didn’t know where to begin in getting acclimated to things, but one of your closest friend’s, Jason, seemed like as good a place to try as any.

Jason was one of the chillest guys you knew. You met in highschool and he was pretty reclusive and pretty religious, though he was thankfully not obnoxious about it. You had assumed you had been his only friend thanks to his usual isolation. As it turned out though, while he was incredibly introverted in person, practically half the internet knew at least one of his various usernames.

Still, you weren’t entirely stoked to hang out at his place, you’d much rather he came to yours, but in the end you decided to bite the bullet and head over, just to keep from creeping jim out too much. You felt there was pretty good chance that no matter what story you told him, in this case the truth, he’d probably play along with you and help you work things out but that was only as long as you didn’t do anything too nuts and freak him out.

As soon as you left the safe haven of your apartment you met woman in the hallway, a rather voluptuous hourglass shaped one at that, passing right by a your door. She was wearing a white outfit but it was hard to call it clothing. It seemed like a short pencil dress, only there was a giant heart shape cut out of the front exposing her navel all the way down to her pussy, cutting through the hem of her dress. There was a matching heart on the back, and it seemed to be placed specifically to frame her ample rear end, accenting her already impressive ass. The chest lasked quite a bit of fabric as well, looking like someone dragged a knife across it half a dozen times and through the fabric bars you could quite easily tell he wasn’t wearing a bra.

As you passed by her she gave you a smile and waggled her fingers at you in some sort of dainty wave that hardly befitted her slutty attire, while her other hand was placed across her stomach. She didn’t pause for a second though and continued on her way as if you weren’t just staring at her.

You could just fuck her right now, right? That’s what this new world was about? Your animal urges were almost too hard to resist considering she was literally showing off her assets with a smile, but doubt took hold. An entire lifetime surrounded by public decency and being hammer with strict rules and laws weighed down on your mind. It was only in passing that you remembered that ‘claimed’ women were off limits unless you got their ‘owners’ permission.

But hold on.

You saw her hands plain as day and there wasn’t a ring. Was that why she greeted you that way? Was that something women in today’s society had just learned to do to get their ownership status out of the way as quickly as possible when they catch someone checking them out?

Now that you thought of it, you were also pretty sure you’d seen her in your apartment building before, just with far more clothes. You’d admire her ass more than a few times but now that you could take her… you felt like you were going to have a heart attack as every ounce of common sense you had told you, ‘no.’

The sooner you got to your friends place the sooner you could try and get an ally to help you sort everything out. You weren’t going to survive if you continued to be torn like this at every hot chick that passed you.

With that one thought on your mind, you managed to get to your friends house while avoiding most of the distractions, of which there were many.

Jason lived in an quiet, relatively nice suburban neighbourhood with his mother. You didn’t pry much but apparently when his dad died he left a fat pension that took care of the both of them on top of which Jason started working from home mid-way through high school.

Basically he was much more accomplished than you were despite being the same age as you.

To your relief the neighbourhood was as quiet as usual, there was nobody walking around, making your trip to the front door the most relaxed you’d been all day.

“I got it mom!”

A call from inside immediately set your nerves on fire.

“Hey, you made it.” Jason smiled at you and waved you inside… while naked from the waist down.

“Yeah, traffic was light so it wasn’t much trouble.”

Okay just what the hell was going on here.

You walked in trying not to take any obvious note of your friend’s undress and scanned the living room quickly, bracing for the worst and you immediately caught sight of a blonde teen, topless, with her modest, creamy white tits on display and staring at you from the other side of the sofa,

“Hey John!”

And she knew your name.

“Oh… hey… lady?”

Who the hell was this?

“Dude, her name’s Chrissy.” Jason slapped you on the shoulder as he passed by and settled onto the couch in front of the girl who immediately tossed his member into her mouth and started going to town.

“Oh… Chrissy. Right. I totally remember her.”

“Come on man, my houseslut? Chrissy? I claimed her like a year ago.”

“Yeah, I know man.” You chuckled purely out of nerves, but prayed it sounded like you had just been joking, “I just didn’t recognize her without her head between your legs.”

To your relief both him and the girl currently slobbering on his knob started to chuckle bashfully.

Still, seeing your friend this open about sex all of sudden, to the point where he actually paid for a live in sex **** had you doubting your plans to talk with him, in no small part because of the stranger that you were supposed to know.

Although, come to think of it given his personality maybe it was obvious to assume that he’d rather have a live in slut instead of constantly having to go outside and pick one out.

“Hey, you wanna play something?” Jason turned to you, snapping you from you musings.

You glanced at the T.V across from you and noticed some generic FPS on the screen, you probably knew what it was, but presently your brain wasn’t really working to figure out that kind of information.

“Sure.” You shrugged your shoulders and nodded.

You weren’t expecting him to be so… ‘settled in’ in this reality, you certainly didn’t expect there to be a complete stranger to be present either. It seemed like your plan wasn’t going to work.

“Hey, Chrissy. Controller.” Jason tapped the girl on her head a few times as punctuation, all while navigating a menu on the game.

“Yes sir.” The blonde girl immediately pulled back from Jason’s spit soaked, fully extended meat and started crawling over a couple feet away to grab a second controller from the floor.

While she was topless, Chrissy’s lower half was covered in what you’d actually go as far to describe as modest, they were tiny daisy dukes, but they at least passed for clothing.

As soon as the girl started to back up Jason got half way out of his seat to give her a hard smack across her tiny ass.

His sheer audacity shocked you. Chrissy however just yelped, then glanced back at him over her shoulder and gave him a cheeky wink with her tongue out while wiggling her hips.

“Here you go.” Chrissy smiled at you an presented the controller to you even as she went back to blowing your friend beside you.

“Thanks….” You took the controller without complaint and waited for Jason to pick out a match.

“Jason sweetie, who was it?” A woman’s voice you did recognize rang out from the kitchen behind you and reminded you just why you weren’t keen on visiting earlier.

“Hey Miss Brookes.” You turned around and waved weakly to the tall statuesque woman now standing in the doorway between living room and kitchen.

“Hello there... John....” She showed you a strained smiled, hiding her distaste for you – poorly.

Gwendolyn “Gwen” Brookes, Jason’s mother and in high school, nearly six years ago, the main reason you even tried to be friends with Jason. Over the year’s you learned he was a cool guy, but when you were a horny teen Gwen was the only thing you cared about. Long, gazelle like legs, heart shaped ass, slender willowy arms, neck like a swan, short black hair and soft features of a china doll, with the modest, perky tits of a schoolgirl and these captivatingly magical gray

-green eyes. She was like a sexy chimera. You had no idea what your plans were as a horny teen, you just knew you wanted to see more of her, and thus you found out who her son was and started chatting him up.

To make a long story slightly shorter she inevitably caught you checking her out, and while she was a friendly woman, she was devoutly religious and despite being a little over twice your age, seemed incredibly naive and sheltered. It wasn’t hard for you to see, even blinded by lust as you had been, that she had been quite plainly disgusted with your leering. She had confronted you, but unfortunately she did it with the matronly maturity and forgiving grace that befitted a devout christian housewife such as herself. It ended up only making you lust for her more and vow to not get caught staring again.

Obviously you did get caught, probably two dozen times and some change. Combined with her negative views on your habits of recreational use of; marijuana, booze and swearing, and she ended up being pushed to far. She had given you more chances than you could admit you deserved and then some and eventually it was too much for even a calm and friendly woman of her calibre and she ended up tearing you a new one right in front of Jason.

That put an end to you being able to even look at her without feeling like a piece of trash to be treating your friend’s mom like a piece of meat, but by some miracle Jason forgave you and even convinced his mother through means you can only guess, to let you back into their home.

You could only assume, based on personal experience with her, that like oh so many parents who grew up before the time of the world wide web, she was unable to understand that her son was actually popular with actual people and ended up just being thankful he had a real life meat friend and not just weirdo’s on the internet, despite how she personally felt about you.

“Wanna make a bet?” Jason drew your attention and gave you a toothy grin.

“Uh… maybe?”

Gwen had strode over to the couch as soon as she saw you and was currently standing beside you with her arms crossed and you were painfully aware of her presence. You made specially sure not to look at her directly, kind of like the sun, but you were honestly surprised by what you saw. She had a decent body, not too athletic, but no couch potato either, but she never really went out of her way to show it off or hide it, rather she just dressed plainly... and nothing had changed.

Gwen was wearing a plain white camisole that exposed her narrow shoulders and thin arms and had on some regular, completely normal jeans and on her feet were some fuzzy beige slippers. She looked and acted exactly as you remembered her, but her son was being blown by a topless girl that looked barely out of highschool, just feet away from her, so clearly something was different.

“First one to twenty kills wins, loser buys the other lunch. If you cum before anyone gets twenty kills that’s an automatic loss.” Jason smirked confidently as he found the menu item he was looking for and met your eyes with a fire

Even as a girl was bobbing her head in his lap.

“Uh… cum?” Did he seriously just say that in front of his mom?

You couldn’t help but glance over at his mom not even attempting to hide your terror. She was a mellow woman, and you really only saw her legitimately lose her temper the one time she lost it on you, and you did not want to see that again.

“Mom! Come on!” Jason snapped, you wouldn’t call it angry, but it was clearly an order.

“Yes dear.” She frowned ever so slightly but didn’t hesitate to drop her arms to her side and get down on her knees right in front of you.

“Uh… what are you – you’re cool with this?” You didn’t know where to begin, but something deep in your mind – spawned by seeing sex every couple dozen feet today and an entire puberty of fantasies about this woman – told you not to fight what was happening.

“Doesn’t matter what I’m cool with,” Gwen didn’t even hide the roll of her eyes even as she started picking at your fly, “Jason’s my owner so if he wants me to entertain his guests, I’ll entertain.”

You couldn’t even form words as Gwen pulled your rock hard meat from your pants, you just turned to Jason slack jawed at what you’d just heard.

As the game finished loading your friend finally caught your look and his confident smile started to waver a little,

“You alright man? I could swear I’ve told you before, I inherited her from my dad.”

“Yeah, no I remember just… lets do the thing.” You waved at the screen with a shaking hand.

Your heart was racing as Gwen looked up at you with thinly veiled distaste, your cock in her slender fingers.

Clearly, even if something had warped reality, Gwen still didn’t really like you. If sex was normal, surely checking her out wouldn’t have been a problem, but again, it was clear she wasn’t exactly pleased, regardless of what she said. You absolutely refused to ruin this moment though.

“Alright let's do this.” Jason merely shrugged and changed focus to the game at hand.

You too tried to **** some blood back into your brain to remember how this game controlled, but just as you were remembering something, Gwen let out a warm, moist sigh over your cock, resigning herself to her fate, then engulfed the head of your cock with her thin pink lips.

The next few minutes were a blur. You could barely believe that the MILF you used to fantasize about just a few years earlier, the one that hated your guts, was currently sucking your cock while you played a game with her son, all for a playful bet you made with him.

Perhaps it was that daze that let you focus on the game as well as you did. You were mostly working by instinct, controlling your character of sheer muscle memory but it felt like you were watching a movie since a good half of your focus was on the soft, wet, warm mouth gliding up and down your meat.

You couldn’t even begin to try and tear tear your eyes from the screen, out of fear that you’d somehow ruin this moment, and how everything just fell into place. You could only enjoy the sight of Gwen’s bobbing head from the periphery of your vision, but every time you were killed and had to wait to respawn you couldn’t help but drop one hand to the back of her head, just to confirm she was actually there, giving you a long, slow suck. Everytime you did she seemed to tense, sending a rather sobering chill down your spine whenever she did.

Before you knew it Jason was letting out a triumphant laugh from beside you, tossing his controller down and resting one hand on Chrissy’s head, still bobbing away dutifully in his lap,

“I win!”

Your glanced over the scoreboard that had appear on screen just barely managing to take it in. You honestly had no idea how you managed to avoid cumming the second Gwen started sucking you off, or how you got seventeen kills. All you knew was the game time listed over twenty minutes of time and somehow you managed to not act like a complete nut job the entire time.

“Hey, how about we finish up here and we can go out and bring something back? Your treat of course.”

“I… guess.” You were too stunned to really emote one way or another.

Luckily Jason didn’t seem to mind. But what did he mean by finish up, exactly? You weren’t stupid… but this was his mom. Somehow you felt like cumming was a worse afront than what you were already doing, a kind of point of no return.

Before you could really sort out your thoughts on the matter, Gwen buried your cock down her throat and stopped dead, simply blinking up at you with tired eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw Jason, stupid grin on his face, grabbing a fistful of Chrissy’s hair and started to vigorously jerk himself off with her throat.

You immediately focused your vision on Gwen, meeting her gray-green eyes as she stared up at you seemingly unconcerned by anything currently happening, and waiting for… something, her only real reaction being the slight convulsions of her throat that were slowly increasing in frequency as time wore on.

In that moment it was like a lightbulb went off, you finally embraced everything that was happening. Gwendolyn Brookes, the mother of one of your closest friends, and one of your biggest teenaged fantasies, had your dick buried in her throat and was waiting for you to use her to dump your load.

You weren’t going to make her wait any longer, that was for damn sure.

Getting out of you seat you stood above your friend’s mother, your dick still in her mouth. You grabbed a fistful of her sleek black hair with an animal determination and squeezed her jaw tight with your other hand, making sure it wasn’t going anywhere and slowly bent her head back until you were nearly right above her.

Only slightly to your surprise you noted recognition clearly flitted across the religious housewife’s face at the act you were about to do to her, but her only reaction was to flare her nostrils and take a deep breath.

Acting as if that was a starting gun you started to hammer into her throat without mercy. You pounded her throat with six years of hormone fueled lust backing you up, no longer caring who she was, where you were, or what was truly going on, all that mattered was she was the one that put your dick in her throat. You weren’t going to let anything stop you from dumping your load down her throat now. You didn’t let up even as she scrunched her eyelid shut, or when a few tears started to streak down her face, or even when her jaw tightened under your grasp, you just squeezed her jaw tighter and pounded away, bouncing your balls off her chin with every thrust. The sound of your cock violating her throat and sending her spit everywhere was the only noise you could make out around you as you sunk into your own world.

It wasn’t even a minute before you sheathed yourself down her throat entirely and let out the biggest, most satisfying load you could ever remember having, right down Gwen’s throat. As soon as the first load launched down to her stomach her eyes flew open, but she still looked up at you calmly, albeit with much more obvious disgust than she had shown a minute ago. That didn’t matter to you though, you were lost to the fact that you were using her throat to squeeze your balls dry.

“Man! That was amazing! What I wouldn’t give to do that again!” You let out a triumphant cry of joy as you slowly pulled free from Gwen’s throat, grinning like an idiot.

“Hah! You like my mom’s throat, huh?” Jason shook his head with a dopey grin of his own, while Chrissy, cum covering her face, worked his pants back on for him.

You looked down at Gwen, on her hands and knees, gasping for air with spit covering her chin, then back up at your friend, in a complete state of bliss. This was certainly a different world, and even if you didn’t get the help you were aiming for, you were starting to think you could get used to things pretty easily.

“You kidding man? That was like a dream come true.”

“Heh, whatever man.” Jason’s smile got bigger, and he turned away from you and rubbed the back of his neck, “I’ll just take your word for it. Anyway, you coming?”

You took one step before noticing your still exposed meat your hurriedly packed up and went to join him a the door.

“Take care Jason sweetie.” Gwen, now completely recovered from the throat fucking you gave her, got to her feet and waved goodbye to her son.

She was basically looking through you, her eyes gliding over you as if you weren’t there, and hadn’t just fucked her throat.

You couldn’t help but note that if it wasn’t for the spit dripping down her chin and staining her shirt she would’ve looked every bit like how you remembered her before the change happened.