Driving everyone to their homes(in the motorboat) took the rest of the day, and only Luna and the two doctors came back with me. I explained the situation to them, and they caught on that yes, it was indeed the end of the world, and sticking around me was probably in their best interest. I made it home, and once again, I was beaten down and tired. I needed a good night's sleep, but for some reason, girls kept throwing themselves at me. By the time I went to sleep, I’d only get two or three hours before I needed to wake up again. Ever since I came back in time, I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. I took a quick shower; thankfully, this time I wasn’t ambushed.

Opening my door, I’m greeted with a pleasant sight. Luna lay on my bed completely naked. I almost sigh as I just want to sleep… But I can see the glistening thighs from her wetness from here. Alright… One more night of sex… Then I’ll get a full night's sleep tomorrow. Luna was another beauty, it was amazing how many had suddenly flocked to me. I was expecting this in a year or two after people saw the true face of humanity, but this is kind of getting ridiculous.

I’ve never been handsome; I’ve seen it before. Jake had women coming in and out of his room for most of college, and he wasn’t even that good-looking. Some were prostitutes, but a lot were just dumb college girls he managed to convince to sleep with him. The British student we got in didn’t have to do any of that. Women just offered them their numbers in front of the class because of his appearance and accent.

That was where I found myself now. I was handsome for the first time in my life and didn’t know how to deal with it. I hadn’t had to turn anyone down yet… But it’s almost been a different woman every night so far. I was already riled up from her grinding against me, hardening through my sweatpants at the sight of her squeezing her breasts and rubbing her legs together.

It had been a decade since I had seen her, and she didn’t look like how I remembered her. She was slightly shorter and thinner, but more muscular at the same time. Her breasts hadn’t shrunk, so they appeared larger on her smaller frame. She was mostly Italian, as an American, she had parts from almost everywhere, but the twins were a quarter Italian.

They looked nothing alike after that. She was already small before she shrank, while he was tall and built like a bodybuilder. She had whiter, almost pale skin, while he had a bronze tint to him. If he didn’t have to go tend to his pregnant wife, I knew he’d have wanted to come and keep an eye on his sister, but she was an adult. She could make her own decisions. Right now, she desperately wanted to fuck me.

Straight brown hair hanging down most of her back, and big natural breasts, she was the boss's secretary. I had more than one fantasy about her, but our lives would never cross if we didn’t work in the same building. Her body had changed, and she became more feral. I could practically see the steam rising off her primed pussy.

Something drew me to her; it could have been the animal magnetism, or perhaps it was wishful thinking of what could have been in another life. Fantasies of her before the apocalypse came back to mind… Putting her in a secretary costume might be fun to try after this, perhaps I could use one of the dog leashes and collars for another. All I knew was that sleep could wait.

I moved in a daze towards her as she opened her legs up. I could now see her slickened sex fully, she was solely focused on making this happen. Our sex was rough. I wanted to take it slow, but even though she was a virgin, she wanted nothing more than to have me fully inside her. If I went too slow, she’d ramp up the speed herself, pushing me further into her with her own body.

Animalistic, after I gave up on going easy since it was her first time we fucked at a manic pace. We weren’t having sex, we were mating. It was sticky. Every time I pulled back to thrust again, several strands of liquid clung between us. Her body was drenched in sweat as the smell of the room shifted to our combined love juices. 

An hour in, she finally grew comfortable enough to start slowing her pace and trying new things. Her bestial body came with heavily increased flexibility. I could fuck her doggy style and kiss her at the same time, she could lick the cum right out of her own pussy. Her pussy milked me thoroughly that night, I couldn’t believe I had doubts about whether or not to sleep with her.

The problem wasn’t our compatibility, that was clear the moment she latched on to me and I got hard; the problem was when we weren’t having sex. How would she interact with my other girlfriends? Even if she was smart, the change to her body halved her mental capacity; she could still understand most things, but she might not understand the nuances of me sleeping with other women.

As I thought about the repercussions of choosing her to be my girlfriend, her head snapped to the door. I slowed my pumping motion as I could sense the person now as well. The door slowly opened, and I anticipated who it would be. Was it Melissa? Probably not, it could be Vicky or Lissa though, both would totally be up for… It was Jade. The raven-haired scanner from the previous timeline had made her way into my room while I was mid-pump.

She didn’t have the decade to become as beautiful as she was before, but she was still movie-star-level attractive. Sure, not the female lead, but easily one of the female lead friends like Kat Dennings or Billie Eilish. 

My scale for judging beauty was pretty straightforward. Five was average looks. Out of one hundred women, they would be in the middle fifty, while there would be twenty-five more beautiful and twenty-five less beautiful women than them. Four and six were the bottom and top ten percent of those hundred. Three and seven were the ugliest and prettiest out of the hundred.

At eight, they’re so beautiful they can be famous on just their looks alone. It’s just the more famous, the more beautiful the person is(normally, there are exceptions). Eight were news reporters or ensemble cast members in TV shows or famous streamers. Nine were top female streamers, female leads in TV shows, and side characters in movies. Ten are supermodels and female leads.

Every single one of my girlfriends is at least an eight. Vicky and Lissa could even be nines right now. The two actresses were just the closest to her actual appearance right now, I knew in the future she would grow into a ten. That wasn’t the case for all-powered women. I had a feeling everyone I picked would just keep getting more and more beautiful.

She tentatively asks. “I was waiting until… But it was taking so long… How do I have sex with you? Is there like a cue I can join to sleep with you or something? I don’t know how these cults normally work.”