I realise I'm in a little box room but its padded and there are no windows, I hear footsteps coming down stairs and then suddenly the door slams open ...ith ferocious power and I can't help but scream the top of my lungs. A dark husky voice travels from across the room "screaming isn't going to work you little whore, nobody will hear you" I start to tremble as he walks behind me then he declares "you're a small one, were going to have some fun with you" and my first thought is we're? The next. My other hand 'involuntarrily' followed.So here I was, my hands under her t-shirt, fondling her new full breasts and a boner growing in my shorts. As I started rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs, she put her hands on my thighs and gently caressed up and down. We were both starting to breathe heavily and I leant forward to kiss her. She moved to meet me and a light exploratory meeting of lips soon became a passionate, tongue probing kiss.I felt her hand move to my crouch and she was. ‘Come closer so you can see.’ (‘I’m seeing plenty now honey, really!’) In the dim light of light of the shed I watched as Gail took something out from an old wooden box. There were what appeared to be five black metallic spikes protruding out from the box. ‘These,’ she announced, ‘Are my implements of torture.’ ‘Oh shit!’ I gasped. ‘She wants to use them on me!’ As quickly as a could I bolted out the door nearly trampling some nocturnal creature on the way to my car. A few long minutes later a. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. It seemed that the alternate universe was hypersexualized. Unwanted pregnancies, STDs and sexual taboos were unknown. Pansexuality, polyamorous promiscuity, and physical attractiveness were universal.Yet despite this, many things remained similar, including Dave's beloved Disney cartoon films (a passion for which his alternate self shared), of which all existed, with roughly similar stories, characters, and even songs. As in our world, they were.