[Distinct Fetish Free-Use: Women 18-45(1B +1D), 2C; Urge for Oral Sex: Women 18-45 (1A+1D), 2B]

Charles looks at you with one eyebrow raised. "That's bold son and I'm one who likes to bend the rules, but what you're asking here is just about too far, I'll need to run it by Doc to get approval."

You were afraid he might think that. What you wanted him to do for your reality was essentially allowing for unlimited possible fetishes, way more than the two he said you were limited to. You just put on a grimacing smile and shrugged your shoulders.

Charles started laughing manically. "Oh don't worry, I'm sure it's fine. We like boldness after all. So let me get this straight, you're asking for a world in which all women 18-45 years of age have particular sexual fetish which defines their love life. So for example if you picked 5 women at random, one might have a thing for facials, another might really be into buttplugs, yet another is a sizequeen (or maybe she's into little fellows haha), the fourth woman is into watersports, and the last woman likes to get spanked a lot. Is that right?"

You nod, which seems to satisfy the strange man, but before he continues on you interrupt. "Also, if it's not too much to ask, as well as common fetishes, it would be cool if some women had really obscure ones."

He looks at you oddly, as if he wants you to give some examples, so you obliged. "Like, a woman could be into furniture play where she likes to be treated as an intimate object or a woman could really enjoy enemas, oh or maybe they like to have degrading words written on them, another could be they want to be public toil..."

"I'm gonna stop you right there buddy. I get your point, but I don't need to hear every little perverted thing in your head. Anyways, these women will be free to use, but only with regards to their particular fetish, right?" Seeing you nod in affirmation, he continues. "Oh and you're allowing all men and women to help satisfy these fetishes too. How nice of you. Though I guess that makes sense doesn't it ? If they have a thirst for big dick, they would be out of luck with you eh?"

You weren't sure how to take that slight, but you're not one to fuss at the moment.

"And on top of all of this, these women are pretty vocal about their fetishes. They wear their fetish on their sleeve for all the world to see and they're quite enthusiastic about them as well."

Charles really has your ideas down "That's exactly right! I want them to be begging people to help them out. Asking strangers to help them get that itch scratched!"

"Ok ok man, calm down, calm down. You'll get to have fun soon. Let's move on to your second request, which is a bit more specific. So, you want all women 18-45 years of age to have an urge to have oral sex... but only with regards to you. More specifically, if they see you, they'll suddenly have a desire to pull your pants down and go to town on your junk."

"Yeah that sounds about right. Make sure they don't forget the balls!"

Charles didn't even smile, the joke obviously falling flat.

"Well then, I'll make sure the Doc knows these women pay rapt attention to your testicles. On that note, you're making it so this only affects you, that is, these women will only want to perform oral sex on your genitalia and no one else. But I see you selected the 1D modifier so women will work with one another to pleasure you. Smart thinking! And finally you selected the 2B modifier, so they won't exactly be obsessed with sucking you off, but they won't do it unconsciously either."

Yeah you wanted to make sure he got this part right. "Exactly. Ideally they would just walk up to me and say something like 'Hey I saw you and suddenly had the urge to shove your dick down my throat. Would you mind?'"

Charles nods and a slight smile forms on his face. "I like that actually. It's nonchalant, as if it's a normal thing to ask. Very nice. Alright, that's everything right? "

You nod again. "Right then, lad. I'll give the doctor a call and you'll be on your way."

Punching numbers in, he puts the phone to his ear as the dial tone starts playing. Not long after, it stops and a muffled voice you can't hear very well from your end speaks up. "Yeah, doc, he's got it all planned out," Charles said with a small laugh and a smile. "It's almost diabolical, really. I actually think it's pretty solid, yeah. Here's what he came up with..."

You can't help but feel pretty good about the fact that you managed to impress this man.

Charles relays the information to the point, and after some silence, the muffled voice says something very briefly before hanging up on their end, causing the call to drop. Charles turns his eyes to you as he closes his phone and stands up from his seat.

"Alright the Doc wasn't too happy with the whole fetish-palooza thing you wanted, but he's obliging you nonetheless. Don't fuck it up mate. Now if you'll follow me, let's get you on your way. "

Getting up from your own chair, you follow the foreign gentleman through the maze of crates, occasionally passing an emotionless guard with eyes hidden behind heavy sunglasses. Your heart racing, you're still not sure what exactly to expect. How is this going to end...?

"Here we are."

Looking around, you see that you and Charles are suddenly at the end of a very long white hallway, walls painted with streaks of black. In front of you stands a large black door with curved handles of silver, standing impressively tall.
How...and when? Why are you in this hall? You were in the warehouse just moments ago...right?

"Don't think too hard, lad," Charles says with a dismissive chuckle.

"All I need you to do is imagine where you want to be when you open this door. It's that simple. Could be your shitty apartment, could be the halls of your college, could be a movie theater downtown...just think of where you want to be as you start to explore and exploit the world you've created."
Well...you've already come this far. You've listened to this insane gentleman prattle on about your casual fetishism and you've ended up in a white hallway beyond all logic...so there's no point in trying to figure this out now. You decide to throw caution to the wind and go all the way, seeing this ride through to the end.