"...that the world were like the porn that I like," wished Jon, imagining the possibilities.
Across town, people found themselves in new situations. Normal interactions between people, conversations or just buying something at the store, would quickly lead to sex. A casual conversation would leave almost anyone on the floor, entwined in sexual activity, and, of course, anyone who happened to walk in soon found themselves swept into it. The television was nothing but porn shows, although unlike a normal porno, these actually had good plots (since Jon liked it that way, and besides, there really wouldn't be a reason to watch TV if it didn't offer something different from real life).
Also interestingly, there didn't seem to be any ugly people in town, or any old people. Even the 90 year old grandparents were eminently fuckable, either MILFS or sexy gentlemen, respectively. All the girls were beauties, and they all liked to be fucked hard, long, and loud. Jon had never liked pornstars with fake tits, or with tattoos, so even though the tits came in all shapes and sizes, they were all 100% real, and with few exceptions, tattoo free. And of course, this being a porn, all of the guys were cut and sensationally hung. There were no pregnant women to be seen, since Jon had no interest in that kind of porn.
All taboos were gone, as dinner conversations between families degenerated quickly into incestuous orgies, all restaurants had strippers and waiters who fucked the customers at the drop of a hat, colleges became places where you spent more time fucking the teachers than you spent learning, even hospitals became dens of iniquity, as the nurses prowled for patients, who, no matter how badly they were injured, were always ready for a fuck. While there was plenty of guy on girl and girl on girl going on, there was almost no guy on guy (Jon wasn't into gay sex); only those who really were gay before were involved, and they always seemed to wander off into their own area, away for the standard porn fucking, just like they would be in the porn section of a store.
In short, people were either eating, sleeping, being fucked, fucking, getting ready to be fucked, or heading somewhere else where they would then proceed to do one of the above. Yet, strangely (like any porn movie), the world continued to function. Buses ran on time even though they seemed to be nothing but non-stop orgies inside, stores were stocked even though neither the help nor the customers seemed to do anything but fuck on every conceivable surface, people made good food, even though it inevitably turned into an over the counter fuck.
Everyone always seemed to be clean and full of energy when they were done, facials fading into the skin like lotion, cunts ceasing to leak after a short period, grunge picked up from fucking outside (and outside was much cleaner than it ever had been before) or from creative play shook off with a minimum of effort, clothing miraculously undamaged despite having been ripped off. The terrain they fucked on was just as cleaned up, stains mysteriously gone, broken objects back in their place, items that should have been ruined or used up after being used in sex inexplicably (not that anyone found it weird) as if they hadn't been abused.
Everyone loved it, loved life and fucking, and wanted nothing to change.
Jon, meanwhile, had just finished admiring his new, buff physique and his new equipment. Putting the stone securely in his wallet (which had a closed coin purse flap; it had taken him a long time to find one like that for men), he strode eagerly out of his room.
