Alternate Universe

Alternate Universe
by George Glass

Summary: Greg Universe wakes up to find that the women and girls of Beach City have become sexier in both physique and attitude—especially their attitude toward him.

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Chapter 1: Things Change

It was a strange morning. 

For one thing, Greg, who normally didn’t awaken until his alarm clock went off at 8 AM, opened his eyes at the crack of dawn. He didn’t know why, but as he groggily sat up, he thought he might have been awakened by a dream. He didn’t remember any details, though; he just vaguely recalled that the dream had been a series of still images. There may or may not have been a storyline.

Another strange thing was that Greg had awakened with an erection. Not typical morning wood, but a raging hardon, and the feelings that went with it.

Now, as he saw the pink light of dawn shine faintly through the van’s rear windows, he looked down at his crotch and the massive stiffy tenting his sweat shorts like the circus was in town. Greg was very well endowed, which was why he’d always had a thing for large women: They had the best chance of having mutually satisfying sex with him instead of looking in fear at his erect manhood and suddenly thinking of a million reasons why it just wasn’t a good night to get it on.

He wanted to go outside and look at the sunrise, but he had to deal with his pants-protuberance first, as he would rather not be looking like that if he encountered an early-morning beachcomber or dog-walker. So he pulled his shorts down to his knees, closed his eyes, and tried to think of something that would help him get himself off.

That was when the third strange thing happened. The image that came into his mind was not of Rose, or any of the handful of human women Greg had been with before her. Instead, the first picture to come into his mind was of Connie Maheswaran.

The image didn’t look exactly like the Connie he knew—at least, he didn’t think so. This Connie was curvier, bustier, and generally more grown-up looking except for her youthful face. Greg didn’t imagine her moving or talking, just posing as though for a photo spread in a racy magazine.

Startled by the idea of fantasizing sexually about a girl who was still in high school and his son’s girlfriend, Greg tried to banish Connie from his thoughts. But trying only made his mental picture of her more solid. In his mind’s eye, that single still image of the beautiful, seductive girl expanded into a series of pictures. Greg had seen these images in his dream, he now remembered, but they were far more vivid now that he was awake. Many of these mental pictures depicted Connie wearing clothes far less modest than anything Greg had ever seen her in. And in other pictures, she wore nothing at all.

Greg himself appeared in some of the images. Rather than seeing from his own perspective as he normally did in his fantasies, Greg was seeing himself as though from outside his own body as panel after panel of pictures showed Connie either seducing him or being seduced by him, sucking his big cock, then taking it in her pussy, or her ass, or one and then the other.

Greg couldn’t help it; gazing at these images in his mind, he jerked off until he came harder than he had in recent memory. 

“Wow,” he panted to himself afterward. “That was really strange. But so fucking hot.”

At least now he could put the images of Connie out of his mind and take a walk on the beach before eating breakfast and opening the car wash. But something nagged at him, and it wasn’t until late afternoon when he realized that it was what he’d said aloud to himself that morning.

I said “so fucking hot,” he thought. Since when do I say curse words out loud?

***

Not long after that, Greg finished replenishing some of the car wash’s supplies and was washing degreaser off his hands when Connie showed up.

Greg only barely managed to contain himself when he saw her. This was not his son’s slim, still-pubescent girlfriend; this was literally the Connie of Greg’s dreams. She still had the same fresh, youthful face, but her body was far more mature. All her female features seemed to be far more pronounced: the curves of her breasts, the width of her hips in contrast with her slim waist, the roundness of her ass.

These differences were made more obvious by Connie’s choice of outfit. Instead of her typical long dress and ankle boots, she had on sandals, a flannel shirt knotted above the navel, and one of the shortest, tightest pairs of cutoff jeans shorts Greg had ever seen on a girl.

“Hi, Mr. Universe,” the girl said, reaching a hand back to adjust her long black hair.

“Hey, Connie,” the man replied. Then he came over to her and, looking at her outfit, added, “You look…different.”

Connie sighed. “I thought Steven might be coming back to Beach City today, but he just texted me. He says he has some kind of big surprise for me, but he’s all the way out in West Coast City, so it’s going to take him almost a week to drive back here.”

This was not what Greg had meant about Connie looking different. Trying to put all that out of his mind, Greg patted Connie on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, kiddo. I miss him, too.”

She looked up at him and replied, “But that’s the thing that bugs me. I thought I’d be disappointed that he was going to be gone longer, but…I’m not. Instead, getting that text just made me want to come and see you.”

Greg was intrigued. “Oh yeah? How come?”

Connie gave him a shy smile. She could feel her cheeks getting warmer as she looked at the man, who she knew must be seeing a hint of pink on them. Then, almost without thinking about it, she turned sideways to her boyfriend’s dad and subtly pushed out her chest and bottom before she spoke.

“Steven’s a nice boy,” she said, “but…I don’t need a boy anymore. I need a man.”

Even as she spoke these words, Connie knew they were cheesy and trite. Yet they were true. The previous night, she had awakened in the wee hours feeling inexplicably aroused, as though she’d been having an exceedingly erotic dream. She could remember only two details from that dream: that it had consisted of a series of pictures, and that her sexual partner had not been Steven, but his father. Connie had never before felt any sort of romantic or sexual attraction to Greg Universe, but that night, the only way she’d been able to get back to sleep was to masturbate to thoughts of him. She’d orgasmed so hard that she had to turn over rapidly and bury her face in a pillow to muffle her screams.

When she’d awakened in the morning, she found her body looked different somehow. Her nightgown was tight across her hips and chest, and when she looked at herself in her bedroom mirror, she could see her nipples—now larger than before—protruding through the thin cotton. She hadn’t always looked like that, had she?

Connie wasn’t normally a big believer in signs or omens, but she had to believe that these changes—assuming that they were in fact changes—had meaning. Maybe her body had become more womanly so that she could be with the literal man of her dreams.

She’d spent the day wrestling with her new feelings. Even if she was meant to be with Mr. Universe, how could she cheat on Steven with his own father? What bothered her most, though, was how much the idea of being with Steven’s dad didn’t bother her.

In an effort to summon her guilt, she imagined how crushed Steven would feel if he were to, say, walk in on her and Greg kissing. Yet from the moment the image came into her mind, it made her feel, not guilty, but excited. Especially when she imagined Steven walking in just when Greg was taking things a step farther—pushing his tongue into her mouth, putting a hand on her breast or her ass, or even reaching down between her legs to cup her mound through her shorts. She imagined Steven staring dumbfounded as Connie peeled off her top to show Greg her bare breasts, and as Greg unzipped his jeans shorts and murmured into her ear, just loud enough for Steven to hear, “Let’s fuck.”

And now she was in front of Greg, telling him that she wanted him. She didn’t know what he would say, but the way he was looking at her—all of her—filled her with hope.

His hand was still on her shoulder, and now he squeezed it a little. He’d done this a dozen times before, but it had never felt the way it did now: like he was putting his hand on her whole body. Touching parts of her no one had ever touched. Then he looked down at her face, and she saw his lust.

“Get in my van,” he said. “In the back.”

The back of the van was already open. Connie climbed up onto the carpeted floor, and Greg came in behind her. She grinned excitedly when he shut the doors.

Greg sat down on the floor close to Connie, leaning against the side wall of the van. Then he lifted the girl up and put her on his lap. Connie hadn’t guessed that Mr. Universe was so strong, his name notwithstanding.

“Connie,” he murmured in her ear, “you’re turning into a beautiful young woman.”

“Thank you, Mr. Universe,” she purred, leaning back against his chest.

His hands moved to her shoulders. Then, his voice a low rumble that Connie could both hear and feel, Greg said, “I want to see more of you.”

“You can see it all if you want to,” Connie replied.

Connie couldn’t believe that she had never before seen Greg Universe the way she was seeing him now. The man had…something. She had sensed that something before, in Steven, but it was so much more powerful with Greg. It was like she could perceive his masculinity, the most primal aspect of his maleness. No, not just perceive it; it was like she was breathing it into her lungs, absorbing it through her skin, so that it was not just all around her but inside her. And within her, it stirred up animal urges, animal needs. Especially when his fingers untied the knot in her flannel shirt.

“You know,” Greg said, his voice as sweet and hot as boiling honey as he pulled her shirt open, revealing the plain white bra beneath, “it’s like you said—Steven’s a great kid, but he’s still a kid. You may be younger than him, but we both know you’re older where it counts.”

On the word “counts,” his hand moved down to her crotch, cupping the mound beneath her jeans shorts. Connie felt her pussy instantly get wet. It wasn’t just her sheer, primal, undeniable lust: It also felt immensely liberating to know that an adult, especially this adult, saw her as mature. That never happened at home. And if he was going to treat her like a woman, then she was going to act like a woman—his woman.

She put her hand over his hand where it held her pussy. Then her fingertips pulled down the zipper of her shorts. Greg chuckled, the sound so low and lusty that Connie didn’t merely hear it but felt it, especially in her chest. Which made her bring her hands up to pull off her plain white bra and let her breasts bounce free.

Were they always this big? she thought, looking down at them. They each looked large enough that she might not be able to grasp one fully in her hand. And her stiff, dark-brown nipples were as thick as her fingertip.

As if reading her mind, Greg put his hands on the front of her shoulders and slowly moved them down over her bare breasts. When his fingers brushed her hard nipples, she shuddered with pleasure.

“Mmmm, Connie,” Greg hummed in her ear, the deep sound again vibrating inside her chest, “you’ve got a sweet little body.” He moved his head a little closer, and she felt his lips brush her ear as he asked, “How about we fuck?”

“Oh yes,” she breathed as she quickly pulled off her shirt. “Oh God yes.”

Gently, Greg pushed her forward off of his lap and onto her hands and knees on the van’s carpeted floor. Then Connie shuddered again as Greg slowly pulled both her shorts and her soaking-wet panties down to her knees, exposing her sex to him. She felt as though it were not just hot and wet but wide open, inviting him in, begging him to enter her.

Connie looked back at Greg and saw him push down his own denim cutoff shorts, then his matching blue boxers. She gasped when she saw his cock—so long, so thick—come free of them and rear up like a stallion before dropping back down to bob before his crotch.

Oh my God, she thought, I need that inside me, no matter what.

Trying to sound far more casual than she felt, Connie said teasingly, “Just so you know, Mr. Universe, I’m not on any birth control.”

Even as she said it, something in the far back of her mind shouted at her as though across a chasm. What about college? What about a career? What about all the things she wanted for herself? Getting pregnant at her current age could derail all of her life plans.

But now, those plans seemed useless to her. Doing those things would take her away from Greg. Getting pregnant by him, on the other hand, would bond her to him.

“Don’t worry about that, babe,” the man replied, moving up behind her and pressing his cockhead firmly against her virgin entrance. “I’m gonna take good care of you from now on.”

He pushed in, and Connie cried out “AaaaAAAH!” 

Never had she felt such pleasure. It felt as though her vaginal walls were being stretched to their absolute limit, and as Greg began to pump his cock inside her, she groaned with every slow thrust. At the same time, the tautness of her entrance around Greg’s girthy member was causing the hood of her clit to move rhythmically, stimulating her in a way she’d never experienced without using her own fingers.

In that moment, in her mind, she gave herself to Greg completely. How could she ever belong with anyone else, belong to anyone else, when he alone could make her feel this?

Her body and mind welcomed his deep penetration eagerly, hungrily, confirming the completeness of her surrender to him. And the easy strength and confidence with which he thrust to the very core of her again and again likewise confirmed his ownership of her. She felt like a female dog, a bitch in heat, and being treated like one made the act even more arousing.

Greg couldn’t believe how good this felt. What was more, taking Connie from behind gave him a lovely view of the shape of her waist and her ass. She was, as he had said, growing into a beautiful young woman. And now, he was escorting her farther down the path toward womanhood, walking her another small step forward each time his cockhead kissed the entrance to her womb.

“Yes…please…” Connie gasped. “Fuck me…fuck me deep inside…”

Greg smiled toothily and replied, “Whatever you say, Connie.”

Tightening his grip on Connie’s hips, Greg fucked her hard and fast. The girl’s moans rose to a series of high whimpers of pleasure and desperate desire. They grew louder and louder, so Greg knew that she was nearing her climax. Her first real one, with a man’s hands on her body and his cock pumping inside her.

The thought made Greg even hornier. So after about ten more seconds of fucking Connie’s tight young pussy as hard as he could, he shouted, “YEAHHH!” and fired his cum deep inside her. Connie felt the hot seed filling her womb and screamed “AAAAAAIIIIIIAAAH!” as her cunt contracted hard around that penetrating cock buried in her.

When she finished, Connie collapsed onto her stomach on the van’s carpet. Greg lay down next to her and ran his big hand through her hair, down, her bare back, and over her curvy, naked ass, again and again.

“So,” he said, “how does it feel to be cured of your virginity?”

“Mmmm, so good…” Connie said dreamily.

In Connie’s mind, the act had affirmed that she was an adult now, a woman, his woman. It was exciting, and although she had orgasmed not half a minute earlier, it was arousing, too.

“Well,” Greg said, “there’s plenty more where that came from. Roll over.”

Connie didn’t even hesitate; she turned over onto her back. Greg was looking at her, and it was as though his gaze was physically stimulating her—especially when it landed on her breasts, which felt even more full than before. She found herself lifting her chest a little, wanting his eyes to linger there.

Greg smiled, and Connie felt a deep, naughty satisfaction that her breasts pleased him. Then he moved on top of her, keeping much of his weight on his knees and elbows. Connie spread her legs.

He was already hard again, as became clear to Connie when he pushed back into her, making her gasp. She’d overheard girls in the school locker room say that boys were usually done after they came once, or else that they needed time to be ready again. Apparently, there was a difference between boys and men, or at least between boys and this man.

Greg started pumping Connie slowly, going all the way to the bottom of her and pulling almost all the way out on each stroke. Her tight fuck-tunnel seemed to be embracing his cock, not only gripping it passionately but pulling it in, wanting it as deep inside her as it could go.

Connie raised her legs into the air, trying to ensure that Greg could get as much of his huge cock into her as possible. Not that she had made this decision consciously; she just needed more, as much of him as she could get, and her body responded to that need by instinct.

Greg took it slow, savoring the tightness of Connie’s teenage pussy around his cock. But even on this second round, he wouldn’t have been able to stop fucking Connie for anything. This was the most intense sexual experience of his life, even more so than losing his virginity with Roxy Schaff in high school (shortly before her parents forbade her to date him, or any other musician, ever again) and his first time with Rose after she had adjusted her physical form to make it possible.

So Greg kept pumping Connie’s tight teenage love-tunnel. Being taller than her, he couldn’t see her face, but he could feel her warm, heavy breath on his chest, and he could hear the little whimpers and moans she made each time he pushed into her.

Oh yeah, Greg thought. She’s mine now. She’ll do anything for more of this.

As if she were able to hear Greg’s thoughts, Connie began to whimper, “More…please…more…”

He fucked her faster, but he still kept going all the way in on every thrust, his cockhead bumping into her cervix again and again. Connie moved with him, making him strike that deep place more forcefully. Greg liked knowing that he was hitting the entrance to her womb, where he would soon be shooting another load of hot, thick cum rife with sperm. 

“You like that, Connie?” he murmured, saying the words without thought or intent.

“Yes…” she whined. “Please…more…”

“You sure?” Greg teased, starting to pant. “You might…get…knocked up…”

Hearing himself say it was so arousing that Greg started fucking Connie even faster. But he could still hear her answer.

“Yes…please…fuck me…knock me…up…”

“Good…” Greg breathed. “‘Cause I’m…gonna get…you pregnant…right now…”

He fucked her at full speed, his cockhead pounding her cervix as though trying to force it open. Connie threw her arms around him and wrapped her legs around his waist, using her whole body to squeeze him against her, helping him force himself deep inside her.

“Yes!” Connie cried. “Don’t stop! Please! FUCK ME!”

Greg pounded Connie’s pussy as hard as he could—harder than he even knew he was capable of. That plus the tight grip of her pussy was getting him very close to climaxing.

“Oh God!” Connie screamed. “Oh yes! OHHHH YESSSSSSSS!”

Her pussy squeezed his cock so hard that Greg couldn’t help but shout, “YAAAAH!” and shoot another load—maybe bigger than the first—deep inside her, firing his seed straight up into her womb.

Only when he had shot the very last gout of his seed into Connie’s fertile teenage body did Greg pull out and move off of her. The girl’s feet dropped to the floor, and Connie panted from exhaustion, too tired even to close her legs. Semen oozed thickly and copiously from her open pussy.

Greg took a moment to catch his breath—surprised that a moment was all it took. Then he looked at Connie.

“You’re definitely knocked up now, kiddo.”

“Uh…uh-huh…” Connie whimpered.

Then, smiling leeringly, Greg added, “Doesn’t mean I’m done with you.”

With all her remaining energy, Connie rolled over onto her stomach, then got her knees underneath her to raise up her ass, again presenting her pussy to Greg.

“More…” she gasped. “Please…more…”

So he gave her more.

***

Hours later, Greg drove Connie home. Before she got out of the van, they kissed—something they hadn’t done until that moment. Greg couldn’t help but push his tongue into her mouth to wrestle briefly with her tongue before they broke off the kiss.

“Good night, Mr. Universe,” Connie said, her dark eyes smiling as brightly as her lips.

“No need to be so formal, kiddo,” Greg said, smiling back at her, “seeing as how you just spent two hours with my dick buried in you to the balls.” Then, remembering something from his dreams—words, inside something like a speech bubble in a comic—he asked, “How about you call me ‘Daddy Greg’?”

“Ohhhhh, that’s perfect,” Connie replied. Then she kissed him on the cheek and said, “Good night, Daddy Greg.”

“G’night, Connie,” Greg said, reaching under her to give one of her asscheeks an affectionate squeeze. Then she got out of the car, and he watched her go inside.

***

After all that sex, Greg had expected to sleep well that night. So he was surprised when he awakened suddenly in the middle of the night. Like the night before, he’d been dreaming, but this time, he remembered many more of the details. And now, a question burned in his mind—a question so bizarre that he asked it out loud even though no one else was there.

“What the heck is Rule Thirty-Four?”

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Coming up next—Chapter 2: Family Man