Cassandra Welman, who prefers to go by the moniker Cassy, has found herself in quite the pickle. Here’s her problem: she has several options that are equally good as they are problematic, in ways that only adults can really understand. We should back up a bit. So we’ll do just that.
It all started three days ago. Cassy was a college student working as a package delivery driver to make a little extra cash. Then, on one of her days off, she found herself in a strange room when she decided to do some urban exploration around her home city for fun. One thing led to another, and she found herself somehow locked in the basement of an abandoned building with two doors, and that’s where the problems started. One of the doors, which looks like the kind of door to a typical office builing, leads to a world where she is powerful and successful businesswoman that can make or break any businessness with a few phone calls, the issue is that in that world she’s a futa with a member that is typcially on proud display, in addition to her base body having very little else changed about, and has men and woman worshipping her feet just for the chance to touch it, and that’s on top of the fact she’s apparently in a dominant sexual relationship with every high-ranking figure in the local government and also engages in regular sexual shenanigans with her six secretaries, and all of that is apparently normal in that world, and she learned all that on her two-minute exploration before rushing back through the door. The other door, which looks like the door to some kind of agency and has a pink border trim, leads to a world where she has the body of a bimbo but the mind of a genius, and is respected but also somehow gets caught up in acts of public sexual display; half the time it’s police officers who should be doing their job instead of plowing her, made worse by the fact that public acts of sex are apparently fully legal in that place.
You would think that would make the futa option more appealing, if it weren’t for the fact that her bimbo bodied version apparently owns every law firm and modeling agency in the country, and a few outside of it. So yes, both options have her as a rich and successful individual. One option has her as a powerful businesswoman with a monster cock, but nothing else has changed about her physically, while the other has her with the attention-grabbing body she wants due to her below-average looks and nearly flat chest, that also happens to be extremely wealthy, and is technically untouchable because she literally owns every law firm in the nation.
And while she is agonizing over which door to choose, four more materialize before her. Because when you’re having a hard time choosing, the best option is to apparently give even more options to frustrate yourself over. She just hopes the next three are better options than before.
The next door, which has a medival inn or tavern look to it, Cassy checks in on looks like a typical Fantasy setting, the kind where most female the martial styled female characters are in scantilyclad attire and armor and quite a few female magic users are in somesort bikini version of their classic depictions in popular media, but the setting is curiously devoid of elves or dwarves; when she steps through the door, she finds herself as an Amazon of an Orc with the kind of bulk that would make a Ms. Universe muscle champion jealous, what could easily be a set of MMM-Cup breasts, has a massive war hammer with a shaft almost as big as her that has its hammerhead the size of her bust while it’s spike part opposite the head looks a bit more phallic than she would like (with the hammerhead curiously a similar shape to her own bosom), and for some reason she has a monstrous junk that would make her futa businesswoman self feel inadequate, this one is thankfully covered under what appears to be some kind of cloth or leather codpiece. She quickly retreats to the door hub to see what the other two could do to her; surely one of them would be a better choice.
The door she turns to, which has a shiny chrome look to it and handle that almost blends into the door, opens up to a cyberpunk-style setting, the kind where scantilyclad females are the norm in basically any public setting, and when she steps through into that world, she looks like a badass cybernetic cop or security officer with a buxom figure that can’t be below an E-cup, a quick look at what her cybernetic implants tell her about her new body is that it has quite a few integrated weapons, and an alert that the option for a free futa upgrade is still valid for [insert number her] days. She quickly steps out to address the last door that appeared.
The next door looks like a Victorian-style door with a clockwork aesthetic. When she opens the door, it has clear steampunk vibes throughout and kind of looks like a workshop. When she steps inside, she finds herself modified again. While she does seem to have a clockwork prosthetic arm, which allows her to cycle through a variety of medical and engineering tools on the fly, the rest of her is looking a bit more natural, but not quite, which is a bit odd to explain; she finds herself with a MMM-Cup bosom, shapely toned ass, and fit figure, but all still feels a bit off. When she finds a notebook nearby, she can see why she felt that way, this version of herself is a Biotechnician, basically a steampunk archetype that treats the organic like an engineer would treat machinery, which would probably explain her now feeling of expanded intelligence along with extensive technical and medical knowledge, the notes also were detailing how she could grow her on male genitals in a way to make them optional and functional whenever she wanted to go futa for herself.
The last of the new doors almost had a feeling of being imposing; it was almost thrice her size, and had a secondary door that was more what you expect for an average person built into it. She opened the smaller door within the door and stepped inside. The first thing she noticed was that everything felt smaller; when she looked around, she found she was now so big that to go back through the door she had just used would require her to get a little uncomfortable passing back to the point at which all the doors to other worlds could be found. In addition to that, she had a shapely figure and toned limbs that were showing in just the right way to excite someone. She was in some sort of outfit that barely covered her breasts, had her now impressive ten-pack abs on full display, and barely did it when it came to covering her ass and lady bits (the shorts she found herself in were barely better than a miniskirt). A more thorough inspection found men and women varying in size from twice her new size, to half her size, to average human height, to half a human’s regular height, all the way down to a quarter of average human height. When she took a closer look at her equipment, she found some sort of device that looked like some sort of technological armband with a classic 1950s sort of style, meaning she was in some sort of dieselpunk setting, which kind of made more sense now that she noticed that the attire was mainly 1950s era style, or some approximation of what the 1950s thought that style would look like. The armband had settings for altering her size, with warnings about being “size-locked” if the device should break or lose power for whatever reason. She also noticed a setting for temporary anatomical adjustment, which unfortunately included settings for adding or replacing the genitals of both males and females with their options in that setting grouping.
Once again, she returned, and she was no more sure which door to choose from than before those doors made their appearance. She was sure she had been put on warning at work by now and had missed a few classes at the university by this point. And every exit to the upstairs she could find was blocked off or busted to the point beyond usability, so her only real option out of this place was one of these freaking doors. She didn’t like the implications of that.
What she was liking even less was the idea that most of her options would involve her having a cock, and the ones that didn’t either meant she was interacting with them more than she would like or that getting one was functionally optional. And why does thinking about any of her options now make her feel horny?
So yeah, the first chapter sets up a variety of worlds/settings to play around with. It could be fun to see this as a sort of choose-your-own-adventure style story with the end of each chapter having the readers vote on different presented options, although some special rules for this style of story would have to be established in the summary and section of the issue before the story begins to inform the readers how they can feel involved in the story, and the winners after the set time limit will be a minor surprise for everyone because they’ll show up as the next chapter in the series. Do I think that sort of thing will actually be implemented? Not really, but it’s fun to throw the idea out and see how people react every once in a while.
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Definitely an interesting concept, have to agree that the voting aspect of choose your own story is unlikely to get picked up, beyond the issues of setting something up on the site for voting, it would delay the next chapter. It could be fun also if each realm in a sense was done in a different art style as well.
Though past the first major milestone of picking a world I think all follow up aspects would sort of pale in comparison, you would have to set up a scenario where through passing through one of these worlds, maybe making it back to the same location from wherever the door drops them in that reality results in the lead finding a whole new set of doors with the goal of either finding a way back to her starting reality or at least one she feels she can more live with. Which is basically the concept behind Sliders and it seems the new Stuart fails to save the universe.
I would like to throw a few thoughts and other potential worlds into this if I may.
1) I would suggest trading out or having in place of the cyber punk, go with a Jetsons sort of future, where Cassandra is slotted into the role of a busty stay at home housewife where robots and smart devices do all the real work, including satisfying her libido. It can also explore the concept of having one loving spouse on offer rather than a hundred strangers banging her and potential children for her to have to think about raising.
2) A doggy door to a world of animal hybrids, where you have the choice of what species she takes after. A cat or dog girl with rows of breasts and going into heat, a well endowed and curvy rabbit girl who has to be very careful not to get pregnant with a litter, a proud lioness having to fend off the attention of her sister wives while their husband works his way down to her.
3) She’s a cavewoman whose fur garments barely cover anything on her expanded form, she’s the chiefs daughter and sought after by every man as the one that can capture her heart or knock her up becomes the next chief.
4) She’s on a new colony world, but she’s the only surviving woman among the settlers and her body has been modified to be as fertile as possible. If she stays she will be waited on hand and foot for her whole life and remembered as the mother to the human society on this new world, but she will also spend her whole life giving birth and being pumped for milk, though her massive milky breasts are so sensitive.