The briefing

You and the other men follow Phil into a room where there are five chairs laid out in a rough semi-circle, facing a blank wall with a sixth chair facing the others. Phil takes his seat in this chair while you and the others sit in the arc facing him. You find yourself in the leftmost chair of the group of five.

“Welcome in, gentlemen,” begins Phil. “This is where I explain exactly what’s going on. There is a lot to explain so I ask for your patience as I go through it - I’m sure you’ll have lots of questions and I’m happy to take the odd interruption, but I do want to make progress too.

“Firstly, introductions. I am Phil, as I said earlier. And here we have Lance,” he gestures towards you, “Rob, Paul, Chris, and Mike. I know you don’t know each other yet but you’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, so don’t be shy. I know you’re on edge because this is a weird situation, but please relax. I promise you’re going to enjoy this very much - not a promise people can often make, but I really do mean it - and there’s nothing to be nervous or worried about. Just take a deep breath, breathe out, put a smile on your face, and chill.”{if fart=true}

"Talking of relaxing," continues Phil, before he squats slightly and lets out an enormous fart. "Aah, that's better. You see, we're going to be friends, we can all relax together, no need to stand on ceremony."

{endif}While remaining somewhat suspicious, you choose to give Phil the benefit of the doubt and settle in your seat. If he has a lot to explain, you might as well settle down and be comfortable while he does it.

“Ok, we’ve done names, but that doesn’t tell us who we really are of course,” begins Phil. “I’ve been living here for the last 10 years so I know the place and its customs really well. But I come from the same place as you. Not the exact same town or city but - and this is where things begin to get a little strange - I come from the same world, the same dimension, the same…” Phil pauses, struggling to find the right word. “Well the word doesn’t really matter, the point is, where and when we are now is different from where we came from. I’ve been here a decade, you’ve been here just a few minutes really, but I’ve been through the same thing you’re going through. Except I had nobody to guide me - this was all very new to us all back then - and you guys have the benefit of my experience. At least I hope you’ll find it’s a benefit.”

“So, this is a different dimension? A different timeline or location?” asks Mike.

“Is there a way back?” adds Chris before Phil can answer.

“Dimension, timeline, location… it’s all pretty complicated and the honest answer is, we don’t know. And to be blunt, it doesn’t really matter, because as far as we know the answer to the second question is no,” he replies.

“So, how did we get here? And why us? Is it random or were we selected?” you ask.

“Haha, we’re getting ahead of ourselves a little bit,” says Phil, “these are all very good questions. I’ll try to answer them briefly now but there’s much more detail to come in due course. The mechanics of how we came to be here are beyond my wit to explain; there are others with the knowledge to go into all that and you’ll meet them later on. But it’s not entirely random; I’m not directly involved in the selection process but I understand there is a selection process. They have ways of observing people in the world we came from and selecting people with particular attributes to bring through.”

“What attributes?”

“What happens to the people left behind?”

“Do we just disappear in that world?”

Considering there are only five of you, you come up with quite the barrage of questions. {if fart=true}You notice that while the room is noisy, Phil takes the opportunity to let out another loud fart in the hope the noise of your questions will cover the sound. Then he{else}Phil{endif} holds up his hands in a sort of defensive gesture, asking for silence.

“Let me make some progress. Some of these things will become clear, others we don’t know, but let’s focus on where we are not where we came from and how we got here. There are experts who spend years studying these things and we’re not going to stumble across answers to all of it right here and now. But there is a lot I can tell you about, so please let me do that.”

You and the other guys nod in agreement, looking at each other to be sure there’s a consensus.

“Good, good. It’s great to see you’re all comfortable enough to ask questions and are bonding with each other, by the way,” says Phil.

“So now that we’re in this place, I need to tell you some things about it. Much is the same as where we came from - there are cities, villages and towns, there’s countryside, mountains, beaches, trees, plants, wildlife, all of that. People live in houses and apartments, in family groups, shared accommodation or alone, just like you’re used to. There are streets and vehicles, there are theatres, night clubs, hotels, television, radio, cinemas, communication networks and so on. You’ll find an awful lot of things very familiar.

“So, what’s different? Well, the list of differences is almost as long as the list of similarities and takes more explaining. Government is different, the economy is different, cultural norms and customs are very different, and our very biology is remarkably different.”

“Our biology?” you find yourself saying, half as a question and half an exclamation. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt again.”

“Oh don’t worry, that’s fine, Lance,” reassures Phil. “In fact, that’s a good place to start. Now, you saw my colleagues Brad and Honey earlier; they’ve taken your wifes next door. Tell me, what did you notice about Brad and Honey? I saw you all taking a good look at them both,” Phil adds with a knowing smirk.

Suddenly you feel a bit awkward again. Are you supposed to blurt out that you couldn’t take your eyes off Honey’s enormous tits or Brad’s bulging cock? The others are clearly thinking the same as there’s a pregnant silence in the room until Rob speaks up.

“Well, they had… er… impressive physiology,” he offers.

“Yes, that’s a good way of phrasing it,” replies Phil. “Now, as I said earlier, it’s important you relax and are comfortable with each other, so I’m going to push a little harder. What exactly was different? What was impressive?”

“Brad was very muscular, he clearly works out alot,” Paul states. Phil just smiles and nods in return, and looks around you all expectantly. You all know the easy pickings are done with and that Phil wants you to give more detail. Phil’s eyes settle on you..

“They both seemed very… attractive,” you offer.

“OK, but in what way? What in particular did you notice about them? Come on, I know you’re all thinking it, I just want you to say it.”

“He had a bulging crotch, she had large breasts,” you say with a sigh, knowing Phil wouldn’t move on until somebody had spoken these two observations.

“You’re all being very polite with your wording,” Phil chuckles. “But yes, you’re right. Let me say it for you. Honey has a massive pair of tits and Brad has a huge cock. Is that so hard? Oh, no pun intended!” He chuckles again and you and the other guys snigger at the inadvertent pun too.

“What I need to tell you is that there’s nothing extraordinary about Brad and Honey in those departments. And Paul, your assumption that Brad must work out a lot is somewhat incorrect, I’m afraid. You see,” Phil says, and starts to take his jacket off while continuing, “adult human males in this dimension all share this characteristic. Our bodies naturally pile on muscle mass without the need for us to exercise particularly to encourage it - although there is of course a fair bit of variance.” Phil flexes his biceps and sure enough, his own physiology seems to be pretty impressive.

“And for the record,” he says, “since I want you guys to become comfortable enough to do this in a bit, I’ll do it now.” He undoes his belt and drops his trousers, then pulls down his underwear to reveal what can only be described as a pretty big cock hanging between his legs.

“While we’re on this subject, chaps,” he begins, idly stroking his dick. With a small twitch it immediately starts to grow in size and rise up in an erection. Within the space of about 10 seconds his cock is fully hard with the tell-tale shine of some pre-cum visible. “As you can see, it doesn’t take much for these things to get very excited and ready for action. And if you’re wondering, what you might think of as the reload time is significantly faster too.”

“Erm, is it normal to whip it out like that in every day situations like a conference teaching session?” enquires Mike with a small chuckle, his eyebrows raised.

“Well,” laughs Phil, “it’s not extremely common but it’s probably not hugely rare either,” he answers as he struggles to get his still-hard cock back into his underpants and pull his trousers up. “Now of course you guys aren’t quite in the same position just yet. You might be wondering, if I’m from the same place as you, why I share the characteristics of the guys here. And the answer is, the scientists here have mastered a way of applying those characteristics, both at the genetic and physical level, to newcomers like yourselves. And we’ll get to that very soon.”

“Before that, I have another weird thing for you. For some people this is the weirdest bit of all, but you’ll soon get used to it. Now, I believe you’re all familiar with the concept of a personal communication device, you probably know them as mobile phones. The equivalent in this world is not a device you have to physically pick up and carry with you, but an implant. Technically, I supposed it’s a set of implants. But before you worry that we’re going to carry out major surgery on you, don’t worry: we’ve already done it.”

There are a couple of gasps and confused looks among the five of you at this point, but none of you says anything and you let Phil continue.

“Now, if you’re right-handed, I want you to take a look at your left wrist. Don’t move it, just look at it. And if you’re left-handed, look at your right wrist. Now, turn your hand over so your wrist rotates.”

As you do so, what appears to be a screen pops up, hovering above your wrist. On the screen is simply the word “Welcome”.

“You can move your arm around and the screen will move with it. Grab the corner of the screen between your thumb and forefinger to resize it. Flip your wrist back over while looking at it to make it close. If you look away and flip your wrist, the screen will still be there, you need to be looking at it and flip it to close it. Similarly if you just look at your wrist without flipping it over, you won’t open or close the screen. Got it?”

You practise a bit and soon get the hang of it.

“Now, nobody else can see your wrist-screen, it’s personal to you. And later on, when you play sounds or music from it, again only you can hear it. It’s your own personal device, it can’t be lost or stolen, it’s powered by your body’s energy so there’s no battery to worry about - as long as you’re alive, your wrist-screen is there for you. And that, by the way, is what we call them - very simply, they’re wrist screens.

“If you tap the screen, you should see the word ‘welcome’ change colour. That’s all it will do for now, I’ll activate it properly for you later.” You prod your screen a few times to test this out, then flip your wrist to close the screen.

“OK, that’s pretty much everything you need to know about the male body in this world. We’ll get your bodies fully activated and, er, fleshed out a little later. If we were to do it now you’d find the clothes you're wearing uncomfortably restrictive. So let’s talk about women, shall we, that’s much more fun!

“You commented on Honey’s bountiful boobies earlier. None of you mentioned her arse - maybe you were distracted by her tits, and I can’t blame you. If you missed it, her arse is pretty much a perfect bubble-butt. Her buttocks are nice pert globes of flesh to get your hands on or your cocks in between. This is pretty much standard for all adult women in this world, and let me tell you: having been here for ten years, the novelty never wears off. The women here are fucking gorgeous, every one of them.

“The differences between women here and where you come from aren’t just physical though. Women here are, for want of a better word, nymphomaniacs. From the moment they reach adulthood they develop an incredible sex drive, and they’re very easily aroused. Now some say this makes them unintelligent, but I think a fairer description would be that they’re distracted, preoccupied, obsessed. If you tone down or subdue that sex drive somehow, they can be what you would consider quite normal. But for the most part, they’re pretty much only after one thing: your cock. And if they can’t get that, they’ll be after someone else’s cock, or busy self-pleasuring, or trying to satisfy each other. In this world, women outnumber men by about ten to one, so that latter activity happens an awful lot.

“All of this has a lot of impact on societal norms. It will take an effort, but you guys will really need to learn to put your prudishness aside if you’re to thrive in this culture. Let me go through some examples of things that are normal here that would probably be pretty shocking, or at least taboo, where you’re from.

“First up, as soon as girls reach adulthood, they have that insatiable craving for cock, even if they’re not in a relationship with anyone. So it’s not uncommon for that craving to first be satisfied… within the family, shall we say. In fact, there’s a strong tradition of fathers or elder brothers taking their daughters’ or sisters’ virginity when they reach full sexual maturity. In some places and some cultures, they make a whole celebratory event of it, with the act itself taking place in front of friends and family; in others it’s very much a private thing, and in some places it doesn’t happen at all that we know of. I know it sounds weird; some of this shit still seems weird to me. The actual customs and cultures vary a bit from place to place and culture to culture, so much of what I’m telling you today is generalised.

“Let me talk about marriage for a second. Marriage still happens here, and similar to what you’re familiar with, it’s a commitment for a couple of people to stay together and build a household and family together, sharing resources and all that good stuff. What marriage isn’t, is sexually monogamous. That just couldn’t work here. Fucking a man’s wife against his wishes is still bad form, but it’s rare for a husband to not consent to his wife being fucked by someone. And if you think I phrased that oddly, you’ve picked up on a key point.

“We don't think of it in these terms but your world would consider this is to be a heavily misogynistic society. There are some women who live alone or in all-female households with friends and so on, but the norm is to live in a family unit where there is a male as head of the household. And in effect, the women in that household are considered to almost belong to that man. Not belonging in an ownership, slavery sort of way; more that they are under his wing, under his care, and under his authority. A man with women in his household will usually look after them and treasure them. I say “usually” because there are of course some bad eggs around, but those usually get weeded out pretty quickly because this society is so much more open than what you’re used to.

“Here is a key point. We’ve talked a little bit about Honey and her body shape. It’s very common to compliment a woman’s body shape, but here’s the thing: the norm is to pay that complement to her head of household. Let me give you an example. If you, Rob, were to meet Paul and his wife Hazel for the first time, the convention goes like this. Rob and Paul would shake hands with each other and introduce themselves. Then Paul would introduce Hazel. Now, whenever two males meet the convention is to shake hands, but for any other combination - a male and a female or two females - the convention is for them to kiss.

“When I say kiss, I don’t mean a peck on the cheek. I mean a full-on kiss on the lips, during which hands are expected to roam. So Rob and Hazel would kiss each other and perhaps have a good grope of each other in the process. And then, by convention, Rob would complement Paul on Hazel’s body, remarking on the size of her tits or the firmness of her arse, or whatever springs to mind. It’s just the way things are done here,” Phil said, taking in your somewhat astonished faces as you digest these cultural norms.

“So, what if there isn’t a head of the household or a woman lives alone? What are the norms then, and how would we know the difference?” asks Chris.

“Well in that case, it’s exactly the same, but you would pay the compliment to the woman herself,” Phil replies. “The exception is with children, you don’t go kissing them that way of course. With boys you’d shake their hand, with girls you’d give them a quick kiss on the cheek. It’s still traditional to pay a compliment to the head of household, but it would be something much more appropriate: ‘that’s a pretty dress’ or ‘what a lovely haircut’ or whatever.”

“What about old people?” asks Rob.

“They’re adults and they still do adult things,” says Phil. “But you won’t see many of what you would consider elderly people, because in this world they cracked the causes of aging a long time ago. Your stereotypical image of elderly people with wrinkled skin, hunched over walking sticks and in more or less constant discomfort from all sorts of aches and pains and ailments - that just doesn’t exist here. For the most part the only telltale sign that somebody is older would be their skin isn’t quite so smooth and you’ll see some grey hair. But everybody is pretty much active and, for the most part, healthy. So the conventions are the same.”

Phil looks at his wrist and flips it over.

“Gosh, is that the time? Well we’ve covered a lot of ground I suppose. I think it’s time for a little break, I’ll go and see how the women are doing, and afterwards we’ll do something a little more active. We’ve been sitting down for a long time. Feel free to grab some refreshments from outside and let’s meet back here in about ten minutes.”