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Your dick may be advising you to go outside and seek the fun of the supermarket, but your brain isn't moving, instead held up on thinking about the reality you've been placed in—the world that you created by treating the opportunity of your life as if it was a joke. Then again, you can't really blame yourself; you would have never expected Charles' claims of the doctor's world-altering abilities to be legitimate. If you knew that he was telling the truth, you likely would have put much more thought into your decision, but this is what you've got.

So, now that you're stuck in this reality where big breasted women are public fucktoys for any guy and where virgins will likely swarm you the moment they see you...how do things work here exactly? Your mind races rapidly, creating question after question and seeking the most logical answer—pregnancies, for example. You didn't set any restrictions about cumming inside women, so clearly that's something men are free to do. That creates the potential for an insane amount of unwanted childbirths, however. You can only assume society's answer for this is that every well-endowed woman must be on daily birth control pills, possibly even supplied with them by the government. That does make good enough sense, and it's certainly a reasonable answer.

What you can't find a reasonable answer for is how these women go about having families. When they're fucked any numbers of times per day no matter where they are, settling down and starting a family with a loved one could certainly be tricky. And what of girls with breast sizes below the free use limit? Are their romantic efforts in finding love squandered upon by the fact that men no longer need to go through commitment to enjoy sex? Assuming they do find themselves a proper man and get into a relationship with them, would these smaller breasted girls feel jealousy at the thought of their significant others fucking other girls freely?

Well, you figure some girls wouldn't care while others might throw a fit. The real question is does it constitute as cheating? There's nothing going on romantically between an engaged or married man and the random DD-cup woman he found on the street who he decided to fuck, so is it a breach of the relationship?

Finding even more things to wonder about, you remember how a woman's breasts can change size during a pregnancy or due to weight gain. Are these temporary alterations to a woman's size taken into account? If a C-cup girl finds herself with D-sized tits during her 9 months of pregnancy, are those 9 months filled with her dealing with strangers fucking her at every moment?

Almost like a nonstop bullet train, your mind continues to churn out question after question, variable after variable, theory after theory...it quickly becomes more than you can process, causing you to stand up and shake your head lightly with a sigh.

"Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Charles' careful words of advice echo in your mind, but you can't reason with them. You've been unexpectedly placed in a new reality with some very big changes—how are you supposed to sit here and not consider the finer aspects of it all?

Well, you know that trying to figure things out on your own isn't going to get you anywhere. Your best bet is probably just talking to someone you know and asking some questions. They'll without a doubt think you're insane or think that you're suffering from some episode of amnesia for inquiring about something as basic as breathing in this reality, but that's something you'll just have to deal with if you want your answers.

Your mind quickly runs through a list of people you could feasibly visit and ask about things. Some people from your college, a few professors...or, better yet, perhaps someone in your apartment complex here. That way, you wouldn't have to go very far, at least.

Wait...someone in your same apartment complex that you know well enough to talk about this with...yes, someone you know definitely fits that outline. Someone you know very well, someone you have always thought about quite a bit...and she's right next door.

The person you've remembered is Amy, your good friend from college who moved into the unit next to you during your junior year. You knew her before then, having had met her during an organic chemistry lab course during your sophomore year. You were actually the one that recommended the place to her when she told you about how she was looking to move out of her parents' home.

Truth be told, you actually valued Amy as far more than a friend for a while now and had made your fair share of romantic advances towards her, but you were always met with the classic "Let's stay friends, yeah?" every time. Your strong bond stayed intact, however, as things never got awkward between you two even with your repeated attempts to find your way into her heart. You always appreciated that aspect of her, how she made an effort to show that she cared about you as a friend too much to let something like a confession throw her off.

After some more brief consideration, you decide that Amy is your closest and best bet towards getting some information. Luckily, since Charles' apparent wizardry has you already fully clothed, there's no need to throw anything on. Exiting through your front door, you take a moment to appreciate the scenic view from the 6th floor walkway of your complex, looking over the small suburbia you live in with the more active downtown just a bit off in the horizon.

Walking no more than 15 or 20 steps down the walkway, you come to the next immediate door—Amy's unit. You're actually not sure if she's even home right now, and there's no way to tell due to her closed blinds. You knock on the door a few moments and hear nothing at first, but the shuffling of footsteps beyond the door confirms her presence.

As the door opens, you're met with the beautiful smiling face of the girl of your dreams. Even without make-up and dressed in a casual assortment of a black T-shirt with some khaki shorts with no shoes or socks, her radiance stuns you. Her natural red hair flows to her shoulders as she looks at you with almost magical eyes of sky blue. Body well defined as an hourglass, her C-sized breasts and sizable waist look rather large for her otherwise light frame. With her not being a virgin and her breasts falling just short of the free use line, you won't be scoring with this goddess as easily as you might with others.

"What's going on, John?" she asks you with a relaxed smile. "Got bored of shooting people in your games?"

You laugh weakly, trying your best to put up a facade that everything is alright. However, the look in her eyes tells you that you've failed as she grimaces slightly.

"You're off, today...you are definitely off," she concludes after scanning you silently for a moment. She leans against the doorway with crossed arms, glancing at you with a look of genuine concern. "Wanna come inside and talk about whatever's on your mind over a cup of coffee or something?"

Well, you're definitely ready to accept the offer...but what exactly are you going to ask her? And how are you going to go about asking it?