1. The Implant
"So, do any of these friends of yours have the implant?" Todd leered at his roommate from the other side of the table. Blair rolled her eyes and pushed away the plate in front of her. Todd shrugged, "I mean, I think I'll find out one way or the other."
Blair crossed her arms and glared. "This is why I don't bring friends over any more."
"They volunteer!" he objected.
"Yeah, but not to fuck you."
"That has nothing to do with it. They get wet for any guy they see." Todd went back to his own lunch. "But from the way you're talking about it, one of them definitely has the implant. Is it Jessica or Lisa? I saw Lisa about two weeks ago. Her birthday was in August, so if she hasn't changed by now then she probably hasn't gotten it yet. Jessica's birthday was right before yours so she wouldn't show either. I can always just ask them."
Blair reached for her phone. "I'm going to cancel. It was a bad idea in the first place." Todd snatched her phone away. "Give it back."
"Hang on, I was only teasing," he said, holding the phone behind his back. "But let's be honest. Just from a statistical point of view, your friends are definitely going to get the implant. That's the way the world works. Shit, you're the fucking anomaly for not getting it. So if they have the implant, then I can have sex with them. Those are the rules. I won't even make a big deal about it. You girls can go on with your gossip and tequila with almost no interruption. You won't even know I'm there."
Blair scowled. "You're fucking lying. We'll be trying to have a conversation, and you'll have Lisa on all fours with your pencil dick slapping her ass."
Todd's face split into a wide grin. He'd known Lisa as the hot older girl when they were all in school together. She'd developed early and amply. The implant could do wondrous things to a woman's body, especially when it started off looking like Lisa's. "So, she's got the implant then?"
"No, I just...fine. Shithead. Yes, she got the implant." Blair stood and grabbed their plates. Todd mournfully watched his sandwich leave. "You're going to do what you want. But this is my apartment, too, so I would ask that you leave us alone. I never get to see my friends any more, and I would like to spend some time with them. So would it kill you to go out and fuck any of the other millions of implant women?"
Todd felt a wave of remorse. "C'mon, Blair, I was only teasing. You know how it is with the implants. The whole world forgets about them most of the time. It's only exciting when someone you know gets one. It's like getting to try a new slice of pie that you've never tasted before."
Blair's face scrunched up. "Oh god, never say that again."
"Yeah, probably shouldn't. It's fine. I'll make myself scarce, and you girls can have a fun cock-free night."
"That's very reasonable of you, for once."
Todd's grin returned. "Of course, you know how those implants work when two women in the same room have them. Better be careful, or you'll be wanting one too."
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A few hours later, Todd cloistered himself in his room for the evening. He'd considered going out, but none of his friends were available. Even at twenty-two, most had already settled down with a few around the house girls. Todd still wasn't sure how he felt about the new trend of having women live in rather than go out and find them. Not that the night scene had died down at all. He'd spent his first two years over age at clubs where every barstool had a corresponding girl attached to it. You could no sooner sit down than an implant woman had your pants off and your cock stuffed in her pussy. Having that many implanted women in a room meant that the night became a massive orgy within a few minutes. As much as Todd could glean from the drunken conversations while the fourth or fifth woman bounced up and down on his cock, the implants changed the body chemistry to that of a hyper aroused state. It made women react to the presence of men as expected, but apparently it also made them react to the presence of other implanted women.
Todd, like every other man on the planet, had been obsessed with the implant technology, and its accompanying legislation since he was old enough to understand it. The Sex Society Act had radically changed the world, and no one could argue that it wasn't for the best. Wars stopped, crime decreased, health improved, and general feelings of wellness went up. Everything got better from the smallest problem, to the largest. Most had expected the more dramatic effects to be among men, but with the sudden availability and safety of sex, it was women who threw off the long history of sexual subjugation. A liberated woman was an implanted woman, as the saying became. Along with the social benefits of enrolling in the implant program, the women who received the procedure reported levels of happiness orders of magnitude above non implanted women. Todd didn't understand why Blair didn't want one.
They'd been friends since childhood. Todd couldn't say that he never lusted after her since a boy in puberty lusted after everything under the sun. Yet, Blair had managed to remain more of a sister than a friend, even as all the other girls their age started to get implants. The two friends were close and decided to live together when they went off to college. It was difficult, otherwise, for a woman to find somewhere to live on the cheap. Blair would have had to pay for a whole house by herself since most of the girls her age were already implanted and shacking up with some guy. Some even stayed at those twenty four hour freeuse hostels. Todd had visited a few of those in the past, but he found them a little strange. They were big buildings converted into community centers with little apartments in all the nooks and crannies. They had lots of activities and recreation areas built in, but basically it only meant that people fucked all over the place. On the tennis court out back, you'd find women dragging down the net as they draped over it with their naked assess available to anyone who passed by. In the pool, women competed to see who could stay under with a cock in their mouth the longest while all around them other people swam naked or fucked awkwardly in the water. Even in the game room, you'd find women riding men in reverse cowgirl while playing board games or watching television. The sex didn't bother Todd at all, but the community center vibe always put him off. The communal water in particular grossed him out. He never blamed Blair for not wanting to live in one of those. Still, she could get the implant done and move out to some other guy's house and be much better off for it.
He heard the girls arriving a little after eight. He recognized Jessica's shrill voice floating up from the stairs as they greeted one another. A second voice, lower but still discernible from the entryway asked, "Is your brother here?" It made Todd smile, but he resolved to keep his word and not go downstairs. For the next hour, he overheard a few snippets of benign conversation and laughter. The girls grew more raucous, which Todd assumed correlated with their consumption of wine. It wasn't until after ten that Todd started to feel something amiss within the house. He'd been distracting himself with a video game fairly effectively, but he'd been vaguely aware of the stiffening cock in his shorts since the first time he'd heard Jessica's voice. The implants didn't just make other women horny. They made men into animals half the time. Sex had become casual not only because women wanted it, but because men needed it. Going too long without sex around an implant woman was enough to make a guy physically uncomfortable, like blue balls on crack. Still, Todd had made a promise to his roommate. He resigned to jerk off and headed for the bathroom to get supplies.
A wave of lust hit him as the door opened. He'd always wondered if that "implants create pheromones" stuff was real or not, but suddenly he believed it completely. In the doorway stood a woman he vaguely recognized. She was completely naked, and his eyes went immediately to the wet slit between her plump thighs. Lisa's body had taken the implant well. Her tits had swollen three cup sizes, and her ass had flared out to be the envy of any pre-implant porn star. It took every ounce of will power for Todd not to bend her over, sink his hands into that soft flesh, and plunge his cock between her folds. Instead he managed to push through the haze and ask, "Jessica? What the hell are you doing?
"Oh, hi Todd! I was headed for Blair's room. She said she has some more wine stored in there. God, you'd think she was an alcoholic."
