Slutqueen, Washington DC, 2024

Slutqueen returned to 2024, eager to see the full extent of the changes wrought by her efforts. As she stepped through the portal, her mind raced with possibilities. How many women were now mindless, drooling sluts? How often were they fucking, sucking, and getting fucked?

She made her way back to the Professor's lab, her cunt already dripping with anticipation. When she arrived, she found him sitting at a computer, scrolling through news feeds from around the world, as Pillowtits was underneath blissfully sucking him off whilst her cunt was penetrated by a fuck machine.

"Well?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. "How did the change do? Are us cunts of the world finally where we belong - on our knees, begging for cock out of necessity?"

The Professor smiled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Oh, my beautiful daughter, you've done wonders. The Eroticex distribution is universal, and the nanites are doing their job beautifully. Women are fucking constantly, and are a drooling wet pile of need when they aren’t fucking. “

The Professor's face changed, a small smirk mixed with a frown: “But some women are being over stimulated, so we’ve designed some breeding chambers so that they function with society still. Only as breeding stock, mind you.” the Professor said. "The breeding chambers are ready. We've designed them to keep the women alive and healthy, but unable to resist their most primal urges. They'll spend their days being bred, and their nights recovering and giving birth. It's the perfect solution for those who can't control themselves."

The other investments have been splendid as well, Slutqueen realized as she looked at her master's accounts and saw that the investments into vibrating toys has tripled. Which makes sense, as it seemed that it was now incredibly common that women have a vibrator in their holes at all times.

"Vibrating toys have become a must-have for every woman, even if they don't realize it," the Professor continued. "It's not unusual to see women walking down the street with a dildo in their hand or a vibrator up their ass, oblivious to everything around them. Their constant need for pleasure has made these devices an essential part of their daily routine."

Slutqueen couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image. "It's truly beautiful, isn't it? Your perfect little world, where women exist solely for the pleasure of men."

The Professor nodded, his own smile growing wider. "Indeed, my dear Slutqueen. We have achieved something remarkable. Together, we've rewritten the role of women in society, and there's no going back now."

“Oh master, that makes me so fucking wet,” Slutqueen said, shoving the nearest dildo in her cunt, as she looked at some of the live in sluts that were around the house. She noticed some were the same, but others, they looked slightly different. Some were pierced with chains going through their piercings and others were made up in a goth style, covered in tattoos.

The professor saw Slutqueen's confusion and said “Oh yes, with even more reason now to be constantly of service to men, it seems that women will do literally anything to themselves, and I thought of adding some changes with the nanites.”

The Professor looked over at the live-in sluts, admiring their new modifications. " The gothic styles and piercings were my idea. I thought it would add a certain... flair to their appearance, make them even more appealing to men. And the hair colors? Well, I've always been a fan of variety."

Slutqueen nodded, her eyes gleaming with approval. "It's brilliant, Master. The piercings, the tattoos, the hair... it's all just another way to remind women of their place, isn't it?"

The Professor chuckled. "Precisely, my dear. And with the constant presence of Eroticex in their systems, they're more than happy to comply. Now, why don't you join them? I'm sure they'd love to have some new playthings to entertain them."

As Slutqueen stood there, surrounded by the array of slaves, she felt a surge of pleasure wash through her. She was the center of attention, and she knew it.

"Master," one of the slaves spoke up, her voice trembling with need. "May we please cum now?"

The Professor raised an eyebrow. "No, my dear. You may not. yUur sole purpose is to serve me and my desires, after all."

The other slaves nodded, their faces flushed with shame. But Slutqueen, well, she had a different fate. She was the chosen one, the one who had brought about this new era. "Yes, Master," she said, her voice dripping with submission. "May I cum now?"

The Professor smiled, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Of course, Slutqueen. Cum for me, my dear. Let your body spasm with pleasure as you show me your devotion."

And so, Slutqueen did just that.

Hey guys, it’s me Slutqueen again, I’m a bit lost on how to proceed, or what other time travel shenanigans to do or see, so what do you want to see? Should I try and fix Daddy’s mistake with that virus thing, or go find more historical sluts to turn into even bigger whores?