Something Outrageously Weird Of Course

"How are babies made?" I blurted out.

That was probably the best place to start.

The girls and their mother paused for a moment to look at me.

"Well..." Clara said, unsure of how to proceed. Even though she sounded uncertain there was no surprise or embarrassment. Just a slight awkwardness to her voice. The girls went back to eating their food as their mother took the question. "When..." She cleared her throat. "When two people love each other, and they want to be parents they'll... sleep together. And by putting their most intimate parts..." The girls giggled silently across from us. Clara glanced over at them and shook her head gently. "...together, there'll be a chance that one of them will become pregnant."

What? All they had to do was scissor? Really? But how, when women only have eggs and not sperm?

"But what about the cells? Like egg cells and all that. How does that work?" I asked flabbergasted.

"Well, both partners would have an egg cell in their womb. But when they... perform..." Another set of snickering. "...both will produce secretions from their... vaginas..." A particularly loud snort escaped one of the girls. I couldn't tell who. Clara continued on while ignoring her daughters. "With these secretions there is a slight chance that some fertile cells will pass from one woman to the other."

That... sounded absolutely bonkers. And what the hell was a fertile cell? Was it some kind of sperm cell? And they got pregnant just from mashing their pussies together?

"What's a fertile cell?" I asked.

"A fertile cell is a bundle of genetic information. It's what the egg cells need to make a baby." Clara said.

"So, two women just need to scissor, get wet and boom, they're pregnant?" I asked. The girls didn't seem to giggle that time.

"Not every time, no. You see, there is only a slight chance of actually conceiving." Clara clarified.

Hehe, get it? Clara... clarified...

Whatever.

With that information I remembered what I had found in Clara's drawers.

"Is that what your dildo is for then?" I wondered.

"Yes." She affirmed. "Those make it easier as it's a direct way of transferring fertile cells."

Okay. So, girls in this world had both egg cells and a weird type of sperm cell. That's nuts. And they invented a dildo that helps with pregnancies.

Well, I guess that answers that question. This world gets all the Yuri action. But how in the hell did they evolve like this?

Whatever. That's too complicated of a question for dinnertime.

Speaking of which. I hadn't touched the food yet. I started filling my plate, my curiosity sated for now. I'll find out more later.

My stomach growled quietly as I stacked my plate. Seeing that I had no further questions Clara went back to her own food.

Still, my mind found it difficult to fully comprehend what I was just told.

Women that could get each other pregnant. That would be a lesbian's dream come true. Oh, and also Femi Nazi's. If they knew this place existed they would all come here in droves. They'll be like, "Look see! We don't need men after all! So there!"

I shook my head as I tasted some chicken.

"Speaking of pregnant women, my gym teacher will be having a baby shower in the next week or so." Mia suddenly told everyone. "She said that you're invited mom."

"Oh, that's exciting! I'll give her a call after dinner." Clara said excitedly.

And with that I tuned them out for the rest of their conversation about baby names and cute baby clothes. Not really my kind of thing.

As I sat there eating Clara's delicious food I wondered about the moment when Mia and Karen set a place for me at this table. And when Clara did the same this morning. It was a bizarre moment where they forgot to ignore my existence like they've been doing since I got here. It was almost like they knew telepathically that I wanted to eat with them.

I chewed and swallowed down some chicken before bringing my attention to the daughters.

“Hey, Mia and Karen,” I said, getting them to look at me. “When I walked in for dinner you had only set up places for yourselves and your mother. But then you added another plate almost as an afterthought,” I said, gesturing to my place at the table. “What made you think I was going to eat with all of you?”

This got me some blank looks from all three before Mia and Karen glanced at each other. They didn’t seem to find an answer in the other and turned back to me before they both shrugged.

“I don’t know.” Mia admitted. “We just... did.”

She looked like she had no other answer than that and that she didn’t seem all that bothered by not having more to offer. Karen too looked like she couldn’t think of an answer either but she also looked like this whole question wasn’t all that important.

I watched their expressions of uncaring ignorance a little longer before letting the question drop. I wasn’t likely to learn anything from them at this rate. Once again, they seemed to understand that my line of questioning was over and went back to eating and talking with each other.

So, there might be some **** at work that bends these people's minds to accommodate my wishes. And no one was aware of that. Except me.

Again, why?

Why me?

Why dump me in a world like this?

I almost felt stupid for complaining. I mean, come on. Unlimited sex! Who wouldn’t jump at the chance to go crazy and screw every sexy person here.

But seriously, now that I’ve had my fill of puss for the day I felt the seriousness of my situation. Now that sex wasn’t at the top of my priorities list I could now think of things without distractions. Even though I was no closer to the truth than before.

Well, I did just learn how the women procreate here in this world, but that didn’t really tell me why I was here to begin with. That was just some weird mechanic of the world.

With how little I’ve learned or how unlikely I was to learn anything I decided to just finish eating dinner for now. Maybe there will be another opportunity to learn something later.

I sighed and dug into the mac’n’cheese.

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Sometime later and everyone had finished dinner and gone their separate ways. The girls had gone to their bedrooms and Clara was watching TV in the lounge after putting away the last of the dishes in the dishwasher.

I was sitting on the couch with Clara and was trying to figure out what to do now. It wasn’t exactly time to go to sleep yet, at least not for me. I’ve always been a night-person anyway.

Clara was watching some sort of late-night crime drama that I wasn’t really paying attention to. Other than noticing all the attractive women that walked on screen. I wasn’t even doing anything to Clara either. I just sat there mulling over what to do.

It was dark outside now. I could see a street lamp shining out in the street through the lounge window. I briefly wondered if I had to worry about anything dangerous outside if I ever ventured out there. It was another world after all.

“Hey, Clara?” I called out to the woman besides me.

“Hm?” She hummed without taking her eyes off the screen.

“Are there any dangers outside at night?” I asked.

She tilts her head in thought for a moment.

“Other than some unsavoury types and gangs?” Clara asked back.

“So, there’s actually crime out there?” I answered with another question.

“Well... we wouldn’t be watching a show like CSI if there wasn’t.” She said, giving me an almost cheeky grin.

Ah, well... That’s true I guess. Geez, now I feel a little stupid. And wait! This was CSI?!

Huh. Almost didn’t recognise it. What with an all-female cast. And no actress that I recognised from my world.

“Okay, good point. But what about other threats that aren’t people?” I asked, digging a little deeper.

“Like stray dogs?” Clara asked back sounding like she couldn’t think of any other danger.

Which tells me that there probably wasn’t anything supernatural to worry about.

“I guess... never mind then.” I dropped the subject.

So, if I walked outside and explored some nightlife or snooped around other people’s homes there wouldn’t, in all likelihood, be any weird... stuff? No monsters or whatnot?

I’m not even sure what made me think of the possibility. Other than being in an entirely different dimension. Who knows what other oddities this world might have?

But Clara didn’t know of anything like that. So, we good.

I got up from the couch and walked around to the hallway, there I thought about whether or not to go see Mia or Karen for any “fun” or to venture outside. I did like the idea of fooling around with the sisters back and forth, but realised that if I was going to be here for a while I could do that any time.

And I was excited to see what I could get away with elsewhere. So, I walked to the entrance and put my borrowed sandals back on and prepared to leave.

Looking at the door I noticed that it really didn’t seem to have a locking mechanism on it. So, maybe every house was also like that. Could I go anywhere in this world? Like, actually, any house or building?

I suddenly got the idea to go and visit places like area 51. Just to see if I even could in this world. Heck, I might even find out if aliens had something to do with me being here. Or I could just find out once and for all what that place really was for. That could be just as cool.

Anyway, I opened the door and stepped out.

Closing the door behind myself I breathed in the night air. It was dark like any other night with lamp posts illuminating the street periodically. Homes added to the light show with lighted windows. The noise of distant traffic was very different than it was during the day. The night somehow muted all noises to a degree.

I stepped out past the gate and onto the street, but once again I was unsure of what to do. I stood there at the edge of light coming from one lamp post and pondered my options.

I could go from house to house and fuck random women and girls and eventually come back home and sleep. Or sleep at whichever house I happened to be at once I got tired. Or go into the city and see what the night life was like.

I started walking even without having made a decision. I walked in the general direction of the city center while I watched the houses on either side.

It felt like I was the only person in the world as I walked the empty street. No one else thought to walk around the neighbourhood at night like me. Nor were there any cars driving past right now.

Gradually, I felt the feeling that maybe this whole experience was all in my head and that none of it really happened. But at the same time, I felt that rush of freedom that I’ve been feeling all day that I could go anywhere and do anything I wanted. Needless to say, it was a confusing jittery mix of emotions. Coupled with being by myself in an alternate world. At night. Outside.

So yeah... My legs felt just a little noticeably shaky.

I realised that I was now walking past my friend's parent’s house. I stopped and wondered if I should go and check out who might be living there now. It might be a completely different family in this world. Or maybe I’ll find my friend, but gender bent...

Oh please, god no.

But it would still be worth finding out. If only to find out if anyone I knew existed in this world in some way.

So, I took a deep breath and made myself think that I was just going to go and say hi to my friends' parents. My shaky legs got a little better as I turned towards their house and walked up to the gate. I opened it and stepped onto their small front lawn and made it to the front door.

Once again, I noticed that this door had nowhere to place a key. No locking mechanism was apparent to me. Just the door handle itself.

I stood there a moment debating just opening it and walking in without knocking. I could hear the sounds of a TV and some murmuring coming from inside. I cautiously tried the door to see if it was locked and found that it wasn’t. This led me to believe that perhaps this whole day wasn’t just some weird hallucination after all.

Very quietly, I pushed the door open, my ears straining for any sign that whoever was in the lounge might have heard me. I didn’t hear any shouts or urgent whispers so far. I quietly stepped inside and just as quietly closed the door.

I now stood in the entry hall to my old friend’s house. Except it looked slightly different. Different in the same way that my house was different in this world. The shoe rack had no male looking shoes, not even for his dad. I just saw more feminine footwear. There was a small set of drawers further into the hallway with various knickknacks on top and some photo frames were on the wall.

I took a look at the pictures and didn’t see any of my friend or his family. Just two women and a younger woman who might have been their daughter. There were other pictures of the same young woman but at different stages of her life. She had a short boyish haircut for her brown hair and brown eyes. My friend had blue eyes, so no match there, thank goodness.

The parents, or who I assumed were the parents, definitely had a resemblance to her. Except with longer hair. And no resemblance to my friend's family.

Okay, if that didn’t confirm for me that I was still in this weird world of only women then nothing would. I haven’t been hallucinating all day. So, I should just be able to walk on in to the lounge without a worry, then.

I took a quiet breath next to the doorway to the lounge, feeling a moment of irrational fear even though I knew that it should most definitely be fine. And besides, if they do scream or panic I could just run out the door, which didn’t have a lock.

Though, there’s no reason to think that they will. I was only being paranoid, for some reason. It felt like I was moving around in a bubble this whole time and at any moment it will pop. That was a strange feeling that I couldn’t quite shake.

But I needed to focus right now. All the signs pointed to me still being in this strange alternate universe or whatever. I wasn’t suddenly shifted back to my world. I should be fine.

I took another breath and stepped into the lounge.

“–where did they find the **** weapon?” I heard, and saw, a woman ask as she sat on one of the couches facing the TV. Another woman was leaning against her in an intimate way. Those must be the “parents.”

“In the cabinet.” I heard someone else say from the other couch, though I couldn’t see them. They must have been lying down.

“Oh, right.” The first woman replied. They fell back into silence as they continued to watch the TV. Apparently, they were watching the same TV show as Clara back at my/her place.

I continued to wait for someone to notice me. The two women on the one couch on the left definitely had the most line of sight on me. Even if I was off to their right while they focused on the TV. They should still have noticed me.

I tried coughing to clear my throat, just loud enough for any normal person to take notice.

Nothing happened.

I coughed louder.

Still nothing.

Just to be silly I pretended to **** like I had something stuck in my throat.

Still nothing.

I let out a big breath of relief. The world was still fucking weird. I felt stupid for even thinking that I was back in my original world.

It’s just... It’s just that everything seemed so normal here. Everything looked so identical to my world that every time I did anything sexy, then walked away I could easily feel as if it didn’t really happen and that I just imagined blowing my load in a school girl. Or an office lady. Or a yoga student.

Because everything seemed normal.

But maybe I’ll get used to it. After a few days of ploughing ladies left, right and center. Not seeing any men in all that time and not getting any reaction from these women will just become commonplace. I should hurry up and get used to it.

I continued to just stand there in these people’s living room and watched them go about their evening. I stepped forward a bit till I was behind the other couch and could finally see the other person in the room.

I gulped.

Those were some long and sexy legs. Bare too as she was wearing shorts and a midriff-baring tank top.

The rest of her looked just as sexy but in a tomboy with womanly curves kind of sexy. She had the short hair from her pictures and a slim and athletic build to her body that told me that she was quite active in life. She also looked a little older than me. So that would make her most likely a college student.

Heck, she might even go to my college. Or the college here in this world. Which, technically, wasn’t mine but might overlap with mine in its location and appearance.

Maybe I could go with her to check it out tomorrow. That sounds like an idea. College babes all over campus. Oh! And even the dorms. Wait... Well, I guess the idea of a dorm full of women shouldn’t hold the same amount of excitement in this world since, you know, the whole world was essentially women only.

But still! I could have fun on campus.

But for now, these ladies could keep me company.

I looked over the college girl again and waved my hand in front of her face. She blinked but didn’t otherwise react. I then poked her cheek and still got no reaction. I poked along her face and made my poking way down her neck and onto her shoulder. I then cupped her breasts. Breasts that were big enough that they needed a hand and a half each just to cover them. And my hands weren’t small.

I squeezed gently at first, getting no reaction. Then I squeezed harder but not so hard that it would hurt. I think. She didn’t flinch so it was fine. I then tried squeezing harder until I got a reaction. Which turned out to actually get a small response. A response so small that it could have been for something else entirely.

Like the scene on the TV depicting an autopsy of a victim just now.

Eww.

Okay, so these women had some pain tolerance. That was interesting.

I stopped squeezing her breasts and made my hands travel further down her sides and stomach, onto her hips and briefly between her thighs. I felt the warmth of her crotch in that moment and I got a reaction out of myself under my borrowed clothes. I felt myself grow hard as I leaned over the back of the couch. My hand travelled back to her hip and down to her thick thighs. Thicc thighs. The two c’s are key. I felt her smooth skin and the taut muscles underneath.

Maybe she was on the track team in school. Or college. My college had a track club, I think... I know that we had a field, but I never really paid attention to what various clubs we had.

I felt her calves and the tautness there too. Then, just to be silly, I felt her feet and tried to tickle her.

But, like with everything else, she didn’t react.

Really now?

Not even when I tickled them did they react?

Okay, that was a little odd but, whatever I guess.

What about her armpits then? I stopped touching her feet and made a tickle **** on her armpit. I deftly moved my fingers but got nothing. Nothing, except a jiggled boob.

Alrighty then. I really could do anything to the people here. If that’s the case then how about this?

I moved around the couch till I was in front and by this girl's head. I ignored the fact that she was watching the TV and grabbed a hold of her, manoeuvring her until her head was hanging slightly off the edge of the couch cushion. I placed her just so, with her mouth hanging open.

I then pulled my track pants down enough for my erection to whip out over her face.

She still looked as if she was trying to watch the CSI episode even with me being in the way. So, I moved slightly so that she could see the TV past my hip. I could be polite.

But I was still going to fuck her face.

I held onto the back of the couch as I lowered myself to her mouth. I pressed the tip of my dick against her lips and felt pleasant tingles go up my spine. I used one hand to guide myself in past her teeth and sigh in content as my favourite appendage met her warm and wet tongue.

My patience left me and I pushed all the way in to the base, momentarily forgetting about possible harm to throats or women that ignored me and what I did to them.

“Ahhh, fuuuck!” I groaned out to my uninterested audience.

Once I came back to myself I felt the tightness of this girl's throat and groaned again. I may have experienced this before with that yoga instructor earlier today but the feeling wasn’t any less for doing it again.

And I think I had an easier time of entering this girl’s throat than with the instructor. That might have had something to do with this tomboy being upside down and hanging her head over the cushion. This angle must have opened her throat up for me.

Man, everything in this world just loved to make things easy for me.

Which was fine by me.

I started thrusting. Letting out little groans with each inward movement. I clutched the back of the couch as I fucked this babe’s mouth but soon found myself wanting to explore her body with my hands again. I moved my hands to her breasts and kneaded them as I thrust a little faster. I could feel my balls landing against her nose.

I hoped that she got a good sniff of me every time.

I moved my left hand to caress her stomach and legs before finally shoving it down her shorts. I could feel the slight fuzziness of a small bush before finding the lips to her pussy. Without ceremony I shoved two fingers in as I thrusted back and forth in her mouth-pussy.

From both ends I penetrated her. Thrusting my fingers in and out of her snatch I began to feel wetness flow out from within, making it easier to keep plunging her depths. My dick moved so fast that I would have thought that I was putting it somewhere that wasn’t a mouth, because there’s no way that someone wouldn’t be gagging from this treatment.

And that was weirdly satisfying. Just like with the yoga instructor I had no complaints that she wasn’t ****. In fact, it made the whole thing that much more seamless as I didn’t have to pause or slow down like I might have had to do in my world.

So, I cleaned her tonsils with wild abandon. I clutched her breast like it was a stress toy. I literally grabbed her by the pussy (I regretted thinking that last thought almost as soon as I thought it). And it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar sensation that preceded an amazing orgasm. The heat suffused my lower half as my legs felt weak before I felt my cock throb the first time. Then a second. Then the orgasm hit me in full, making me groan once again to the rooms uninterested occupants.

The sensation took over most of my mental faculties as I could only focus on the bundle of nerves that was my dick. My dick in a warm wet hole that was, even now, receiving the contents of my balls. And maybe even the contents of my soul.

A few heavy breaths and throbbing aftershocks later I removed myself from this woman and watched my spunk leak a little out of her mouth and down her cheek.

I raised my head to the ceiling and breathed out, “...fuck yes.”

I pulled up my pants and went over to drop onto the other couch next to the parents. They didn’t seem to mind. In fact, the daughter herself slowly pick herself back up and propped herself back the way she was on the couch previously. Not even bothering to wipe her cheek clean even as she unconsciously gulped my seed.

I huffed my amusement at that while I breathed deeply from that quick exertion. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the afterglow.

Why I was here in this world could potentially be scary, I admit.

But damn it if I wasn’t going to have fun.