Tits, Pussy, and Cock Over Text
I temporarily saved the number Pyeonsuni had texted me under the name Pyeonsuni — for all that enthusiastic cock-sucking, I still didn't know her actual name — and sent her every photo I'd taken at the convenience store.
Shot after shot of her face and mouth glazed in cum in front of my cock, both hands throwing up peace signs. You could've slapped any one of them on the cover of a bukkake video and nobody would've blinked.
Her thank-you replies landed almost before I'd finished sending. The typos and the sheer number of exclamation marks carried her excitement straight through the screen.
I wondered, for a moment, what this whole situation would have looked like in the world before the Change.
You're working a convenience store shift when a ridiculously busty girl in a skimpy outfit shows up, clearly worked up, so you half-jokingly offer to help her out — and she sucks your cock, then lets you take cum-soaked photos of her face and hands you her number so you can send them over.
…Yeah. Okay. That tracks.
Pyeonsuni's reaction made a little more sense. Not a perfect one-to-one comparison, but close enough.
While I was still turning that over, Pyeonsuni texted again — a little shy this time. She had gotten pretty worked up, slobbering and bobbing with real intensity.
So I just told her the truth. It had been amazing — good enough that I half-wondered if she'd had some practice back in the day.
She sucked me so filthy and so well, she must've done it before, right? Nobody's that good on their first try…
The thought left me a little unsettled —
So it was her first time.
Pyeonsuni admitted she'd never sucked a cock before. The fact that it had been her first experience sent a hard-to-name, ticklish heat crawling up through me.
Happy and already wanting more, I sent the first aftercare text of my entire life — and got back:
"Whoa."
A fully worked-up offer to come to my house and suck my cock. The enthusiasm was so over-the-top it almost broke the spell.
She'll come to my place and suck me off… That's just the best.
A guy who'd never had a girlfriend — hell, never even had a female friend — now had a free oral service on call, ready to show up at his door whenever he texted.
"…Is this actually real?"
The world had flipped overnight, and none of it felt real yet. I'd never expected anything this good to fall into my lap.
My silence must have made her nervous, because more texts arrived.
I kept the reply as polite as I could manage, then hesitated a beat before typing something else.
In the old world, that was a text no sane person would ever send. Pre-Change, it probably felt about the same as a woman asking a guy to send dick pics. Peak pervert behavior.
No reply came. I was starting to think I'd blown it when her answer landed.
"Oh. Ohhhhh…"
A selfie taken at the convenience store counter during a lull, the cigarette rack visible behind her. Her uniform hiked up to bare both breasts and their pink nipples completely. Panties tugged down, skirt lifted, a lightly furred pussy on full display.
It was insanely hot. Even the faintly shy look she was giving the camera was perfect.
"…Hoo."
I was rock hard — and yet, for some reason, I had zero urge to jerk off.
"Hoooooo…"
The reason was simple. I wanted to fuck her.
I didn't want to milk it out with my hand. I wanted to come inside that pretty body — as a woman. And if I asked, I was pretty sure she'd say yes without a second thought.
…Never thought I'd live to have thoughts this spoiled.
I let out a hot breath and sent the reply.
Bashful replies came flying back. Cute. Endearing. I suddenly wanted to give her something in return.
"…"
Click.
I wasn't sure this counted as a proper thank-you, but I shot a photo of my rock-hard cock — foreskin peeled back just enough to show the head clearly — and sent it.
For a while, nothing.
I was starting to think I'd crossed a line when:
No exclamation marks this time — just a dead-serious offer to come over. I scrambled to talk her down.
I was tempted for a second, but if she actually did that, it would land her in real social trouble.
After that I kept texting with Pyeonsuni a little longer, told her to hang in there at work, said we'd see each other again, and wrapped it up. I could've kept going, but holding a girl hostage over text while she was still on the clock felt wrong.
Just being able to get hard easily is a massive advantage in this world…
I zoomed in on the tits-and-pussy shots Pyeonsuni had sent me and stared at my still-erect cock, thinking.
Maybe she was just especially into it — but if some gorgeous woman with huge breasts sent me photos like that, I'd get just as worked up. That's how men are. Pyeonsuni was a woman, but the principle held.
Never thought my cock would become something this valuable.
Reading back through our messages, I was certain: if I decided to, I could fuck Pyeonsuni today. Right now.
Send her my address and ask her to come over tonight, and she'd race straight to my front door the second her shift ended. She'd climb onto the bed I was lying on, happily suck my cock the way she had at the store, and if I told her to put her ass up, she'd present her pussy to me with a smile.
One text. Twenty-plus years of virginity, gone as easily as ordering delivery. Not a single won spent.
…But is that okay?
Now that the situation was actually here, I hesitated.
It wasn't that I didn't like her. She was still cute and pretty. She'd given me an incredible blowjob today, and her texting was fun. Sex with her would definitely feel good.
Spreading that sun-untouched pussy and pushing in… it'd feel fucking incredible, but…
Zooming in on the lightly furred pussy in her photo and imagining it kept me hard. And yet —
If she gets pregnant, that's a disaster.
No matter how much the world had changed, pregnancy still happened to women. If a kid showed up, the responsibility would land on me. No condoms, and sex was way too risky.
I could ask her to buy some on the way, but the convenience store didn't have any. Because getting hard got so hard, maybe?
I searched "condoms" online.
"Huh?"
Zero results. Even searching brands I remembered from before turned up nothing.
The reason was simple. In this world, a product called "condoms" simply did not exist.
"Con… conception pills…?"
What was for sale instead were things like conception aids. When I searched for birth control, the site helpfully asked if I'd meant conception pills and dumped those results on me instead.
Curious, I dug deeper and found the explanation: in this world, even sperm had thinned so much over the past hundred years that getting pregnant was difficult.
Pregnancy was so rare by default that condoms and contraception had become things people simply "didn't need to bother with."
Yeah, well — mine comes out thick and sticky as hell.
None of that applied to me. The load I'd shot today was the thickest, heaviest of my entire life. Dump that inside someone and it was a guaranteed pregnancy.
But sperm that thin… how thin are we talking?
I dug through porn sites looking for videos. Unlike the old world, most of them centered on the male body in a way that felt a little gross.
But that wasn't the important part.
For porn actors, aren't all these cocks way too average?
Every male performer's dick was, charitably, ordinary — not particularly big, just a plain, unremarkable cock.
By old-world standards, they were the kind of dicks that only showed up for a second in a bukkake scene, fired one shot, and left. Nowhere near lead-actor size.
Doesn't even look like some small-dick fetish genre.
The few videos with cocks that looked roughly normal carried a Huge Penis tag. Watching them hype a completely unimpressive dick for the entire runtime made me secondhand embarrassed.
So it's not just that erections got harder — the sizes themselves shrank.
And the cum those actors shot was way thinner than mine, too.
Like the watery stuff after three rounds in a row. Compared to the jelly-thick load I'd blown today, it looked like plain water. No stickiness, no weight — no matter how hard they sprayed it, there was zero impact.
If porn actors' cocks look like that, then mine is…
I finally understood why Pyeonsuni — why everyone at the convenience store — had stared at my cock and my orgasm with that mix of awe and raw lust.
In this world, my cock was a genuine monster: a massive tool that pumped out thick, sticky cum in huge volume. The kind of legendary equipment that only existed in manga.
"…What a hell of a world this turned into."
The sheer volume of information left me a little dizzy. What could I even do with a cock like this in a world like this? Too many ideas crowded in at once for me to sort them.
…I should rest for a bit. Maybe watch some of Boyang's old streams. Still curious whether she actually flashed a nipple.
I opened NewTube to catch my breath —
"Huh?"
A few messages were waiting.
From Boyang, the streamer I'd been subscribed to since her debut.
"Wow. Full essay…"
I never expected a wall of text from a streamer I'd liked for years.
I'd been a little scared it would be an angry rant, but it wasn't.
She thanked me for the goodwill and concern, admitted she'd been running a little hot lately and would be more careful, and asked that I please watch what I said next time too… basically a mutual let's-be-careful message.
"Hmm."
There was just one part that sat wrong.
She didn't say it outright, but Boyang was quietly writing off the arousal I'd mentioned in my donation as a lie.
That part genuinely bothered me. Those were some of the sexiest, prettiest breasts I'd ever seen in my life — hot enough to jerk off to on tits alone.
I started drafting a reply.
…Is that enough to prove I was hard?
She'd probably just take it as lip service. Laugh it off and move on.
After thinking it over, I landed on one surefire way to prove my arousal beyond any doubt.
If it went wrong, she might block me for real. She might despise the fan who'd liked and supported her all this time. In the world I'd grown up in, this was the kind of insanity that could get you a criminal complaint.
But even so — I wanted to prove it. My being turned on was an absolute fact.
I pulled up the archive of Boyang's stream from today and watched those bouncing breasts. Within seconds, those swaying tits had me rock hard.
For proof, I wrote my username on a scrap of paper, lined my fully erect cock up next to it, took the photo, and sent it to Boyang along with the message I'd already written.