Getting back home, I want to say that I don't think I've ever had as much fun as I had today. Waltzing around the mall with both peerless beauties wrapped tightly on my arms, I felt like one of those legendary Harem Kings of Japanese anime and manga.
(And noooooo, you dufus nobodies — I did NOT put Maria at risk while walking like that. The only time I allowed Vicky on my arm was when Maria could safely walk near the wall. I'd never let her walk exposed to danger, when she was dressed with so little actually on to protect her!)
Even though the experience only lasted for a little while, the feeling was priceless! And when we rode the glass elevator up to the second floor of the mall…. Ha! I thought the guys below us were going to break their necks gawking at the elevator. It was hilarious, and neither Maria nor Vicky seemed to care, or to even notice! I noticed though, and it was utterly hilarious the murderous glares they were tossing my way.
First time I think anyone has ever been jealous of me!
And, for you nobodies who are dying of curiosity, Vicky wore those 14-inch murder-boots like she was born in them! I don't know if it was all those years of ballet, gymnastics, and cheerleading her mother pressed on her, or some aspect of the wish which magically strengthened her ankle, but she never once faltered, looked awkward, or had the slightest issue wearing those ridiculously painful-looking platform heels.
Truly, I'm not a fan of the damn things — I just don't find looking up into a woman's armpit half as damn sexy as I looking down into her shirt, but maybe that's just me — but I honestly don't think that'll be an issue anymore. From the look of envious jealousy which Maria tossed towards Vicky's feet from time to time, I don't think I'll have to be the one to sneak and throw them out at all! I imagine they have a very limited lifespan left, but they 'accidentally disappear' to never be seen ever again.
Now, I know every nobody out there is entitled to their own opinion. So what?! Write yours down in your tale if you want idiots! This is mine: Heels should be like titties — bigger is better, until they just get to the size of stupid!
A woman with a 38F top is rocking some damn impressive marshmallows that I'd love to make s'mores out of; but a woman with 128ZZZ breasts is just…. *BARF* …two mutated lumps of breast fat with some poor bimbo stuck behind them!!
Anyway, before I ramble on any more, I'll just sum up and say: I think Vicky looked amazingly graceful and poised wearing those boots, and they helped draw a lot of attention her way. That said, I still hate the damn things and the only reason I made her wear them is so Maria would dispose of them herself, and I wouldn't need to.
Now, moving on…
There's really not much else to say about our excursion out. (In fact, I must have diarrhea of the mouth to have said as much about it as I already have.) We left. The girls were sexy as hell. All the guys glared at ME with envy for a change. We ate. We played around. We came back home. Nothing too odd, or special, overall.
Wait! There was one more thing I should probably mention, that I was astounded by — the el cheapo printed shirt vendor outside the food court at the mall. They're already profiteering off Vicky! As we waltz past the place, I noticed they're offering printed teeshirts now with slogans on them like:
BLOOMER BURN 4 ALL EQUALITY
It's not Mooning when the Governor does it
I don't have to be sexy for you, BITCH
Racist? Sexist? Eat my shorts!
Streaking hell! I was protesting!
Old men in just a flag — SEXY as FUCK!
Punish them? We should fire you!
President, your federal troops can kiss my (image of man bent over with pants at ankles)
Governor Moony for President 20XX!!
Cheerleading? FUCK THAT! I'm leading the fight for Equality Everywhere!!
And probably a thousand more! The dude there had a whole little binder full of stuff like that which you could have custom printed an a plain white tee for $19.98, or three for $50.00!
The 'Bloomer Burn Crusade' had went even more viral than I'd ever imagined, and it wasn't showing any signs of slowing down! I'm actually a little worried that I should stock up on fifty pairs of boxers now while I still can. At this rate, underwear is going to end up going the way of the Dodo before long, if everyone keeps burning them in protest!
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"Ahhhh… Man, it's so good to be back home!" Laughing gaily, it was Maria who finally pulled my thoughts back to the present as she enthusiastically dragged me and Vicky down the hallway to the sitting room. "Come on! Come on!" She squealed like a little girl, she was so excited. "Let's watch a movie!"
Sure, a movie sounds nice and all, but what the hell is all this junk in the living room??
The blue crack I'd created last night was still hovering unceasingly in front of the couch, which surprised me a little bit. Honestly, I would've figured it should've closed on its own by now, without me concentrating to hold it open, but it didn't. It was still there, exactly the same as I'd seen it the last time, before I passed out from exhaustion.
What surprised me even more than that, was the teepee looking thing standing Frankenstein in the center of our floor near it. How's the best way to describe such an oddity? I guess I'll just break it down one piece at a time…
Take three long handled tools, such as a broom, a mop, and a shovel, and hold them all together tightly. Now, take duct tape and bind them together about three quarters of the way from the top. Picture that? Good! Now, for the next step, pull each of the bottoms apart, forming some sort of makeshift tripod.
That's no so hard to imagine, now is it? Now, take countless…. Wire clothes hangers?? At least, that's what I *think* they are… Take countless wire clothes hangers and unbend them from their normal state. Then twist and wrap them in a chaotic haphazard pandemonium back and forth around the top of that makeshift tripod, creating some sort of interwoven crane arm that reaches out lopsidedly to one side of it, and duct tape the whole Frankenstein monstrosity together with a cell phone on the end of it.
Still able to picture that?? Lord, I hope so! Now here's the fun part — picture yourself trying to describe some irregular pile of junk like that to your readers! HA! Not so damn easy is it!?
Regardless of whether its easy for you to describe, or even visualize it from my piss poor description, there IT was taking up half my floor, with its makeshift arm holding a cellphone halfway through the crack between worlds that I'd created.
"Come on, Vicky, help me slide this back!" Giggling excitedly, both girls rushed over and excitedly grabbed two of the objects three legs. Scooting it carefully, they slid it backwards several inches, until the phone was back completely on this side of the rift.
Vicky rushed… How the hell can anyone rush wearing murder-boots?? I dunno, but she did it! Vicky rushed over and turned off the lights in the room and hallway, almost engulfing us in windowless darkness, as Maria turned on the television and flopped down on the couch beside me.
"Let's play!" Clicking play on the synced up remote, Maria took just a few seconds to strip comfortably out of her clothes as her phone started streaming our first real look into this other world!!
As the camera showed the first few images, it was hard to make out exactly what we were looking at, as Vicky crawled on her hands and knees, squirming her way back to her place in the floor by my side, without blocking our view. "Make yourself comfortable," I whispered to her, not wanting to disturb the solemn moment somehow.
Our first look into this new world showed us nothing more than… an aerial view of some sort of forest with the ground covered with purple-red grass? At least, I think that's what I'm seeing…
"Oooh! Ohhh! The portal in the other world is the same height as it is in this one," Maria analyzed instantly. Hell, that's nothing special! Even I would've noticed that… in about a week… IF I was lucky!
"And those are European Redwood Maples," Maria declared excitedly, pointing to the bark of some tree on the left side of the T.V. "They're extinct here now," she explained, leaning forward to get closer to the screen. "That proves this is a different world!"
"It's not too different," Vicky shrugged, sounding unimpressed. "It looks more-or-less like what you'd see in any old park anywhere in the world." Somehow, from the way she kept staring at my crotch, I had a feeling she was much more interested in my 'mysterious world' than she was the one on the television.
"That's true…" Frowning slightly, Maria rubbed her chin gently while staring at the screen. "It does look like it could be anywhere," she admitted softly, "but even more importantly, doesn't it look like it could be anyhere instead?"
"Any here?" Sighing, I undid my pants and slid them and my shorts down to about my knees for Vicky. While she ecstatically stripped off my shoes and bottom, I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side. Mimicking me, Vicky quickly did the same with her skirt and top, before snuggling her naked body tightly up against my leg.
"Look closely at the landscape," Maria explained, ignoring the two of us completely. "The small ridge on the left. The rise on the bottom corner. Don't those contour to the shape of the land right around our house?"
"I'm theorizing," Maria giggled excitedly, "that this *other world*, is, in fact, just an alternative version of *this world*. It's too early to tell for certain, of course, but if so, we already have a basic understanding of the geography on the other side!"
"Not necessarily," I warned her, stroking Vicky's magnificent waves of hair softly as she rested her head on my lap. "Think of the Everglades. Man completely reshaped the environment there to suit his own needs. We'll never know what changes like that has taken place on the other side."
"True. True," Maria agreed happily. "There's also dams, roads, and cities to take into account, along with different races and cultures if your wish is like you described it. Just because we might have an understanding of the world topography, that doesn't mean we know anything about the local."
Settling back like that, Maria started her first "New World Marathon Viewing", while I concentrated in enlarging the rift dot by dot and row by row. Viewing the other world was all grand and good in my book, but being able to actually go there was much more important to me.
As for Vicky? Nothing was more important to Vicky than just nuzzling in and being close to my bare cock!