To the Gate

This must be what it felt like to be a Beatle, Alex thought as his wives pulled him through the throng of incredibly sexy women in the airport, held back from his pathway by a velvet rope.

"Alex!" they screamed as they threw their panties, bras, and pieces of paper with their phone numbers, as they grasped desperately for his hands. Briefly, Alex wondered what kind of changes were happening to the world having so many people transformed into Alex-obsessed women. What would their families look like? Their jobs?

"The airport's busy today!," one of Alex's wives observed, giving his ass a squeeze, "I wonder how many are here to travel, and how many are here for you, darling."

"Daddy always pulls a crowd," Amanda giggled, "It's 'cuz they all want his big fat cock."

"Amanda, sweetie, don't be crass," one of the other wives scolded, "your father's cock is just perfect, not fat at all."

"Sorry mommy," Amanda said as she skipped ahead.

The airport was barely recognizable, which made Alex nervous. The changes were so big! It seemed that when Alex started noticing the changes at work that they would be happening one person at a time. Now, though, it was everyone and everything. The gift shop near the entrance now exclusively sold dildos that bragged "Perfect Alex Alexander Replicas". The restaurant had morphed into a strip club, with dozens of poles around the room, each with a woman showing off for him as he walked by. Each agent working security morphed before his eyes to big-titted black women in bikinis who demanded a cavity search. Their cavities. By his cock.

His new wives, his new daughter, the other people in the airport didn't bat an eye as he bend each woman over the x-ray machine and ploughed them from behind. Each orgasm Alex enjoyed was better than the last, and echoed by screams of pleasure from the women. It was amazing to him how quickly he recovered each time, without chafing or exhaustion, Alex felt like he could go all day and all night. Within the rules of his new reality, he probably would have to.

"Security is always such a hold up," the tallest of his wives rolled her eyes, as they walked away from the checkpoint toward their gate, "I don't know why they don't find a quicker way to process people."

Alex looked back as they walked at the six women laying naked on the floor, quivering in pleasure, his cum leaking from their vaginas. Quicker? he thought, I thought I was making pretty good time.

The changes to the airport continued on this side of security. Alex watched as three men in business attire quickly morphed into slutty secretaries. A balding man mopping the floors outside the washroom became a young Japanese woman with a bright pink wig, huge breasts, and dressed in some sort of abbreviated costume from what he could only guess was a cartoon of some kind. An art installation vaguely representing an airplane seemed to melt and become a giant vagina being licked by a tongue. Even the music, standard lyric-less versions of popular pop songs from twenty years ago, became heavy-bass background music that one might hear in a porn video.

"Which gate do we need?" Alex asked, turning back ahead, trying to focus on the task at hand. When he had decided to travel, he hadn't chosen a destination yet. The universe, it seemed, had chosen for him.

"Just ahead," the olive-skinned wife said in a Mediterranean accent, "Gate sixty-nine."

Alex smirked at the number, then looked at the gate. The placard above the check-in counter displayed the destination. It was...