Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 19: Physical Renewal
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 19: Physical Renewal - A novel-length do-over about a man born in 1955: he lived until 2038. A retired Buddhist monk befriended Mason and caused strange things to happen. Mace died normally, only to wake up at age 13 with all of his old memories. But he's not living his life over. Everything is really different. He's on a parallel planet with a completely different history and bizarre morals. It is the polar opposite of feminism. Succinctly stated: it's a fun romp. 33 chapters. Slow start.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Coercion Consensual Rags To Riches Restart DoOver Time Travel Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Anal Sex Analingus First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Voyeurism Hairy Size Small Breasts
I knew I had done an excellent job on Francis. She wasn’t as loose as a goose, as you would expect from a middle-aged mother of six. She’s tighter than Alannah is ... now.
I remained in her, so that she would wake up with me still inside her, us still connected. It might help her feel more self-respect, knowing someone cared enough to stay. I am not a one-and-done kind of guy, so she wasn’t beneath me. I think the local men, by and large, are jerks.
Being an old geezer in my head, I knew a lot of people’s pride and self-worth come from how others feel about them.
She came around soon; after a long sigh, she began kissing me tenderly.
She said, “You are a living doll. You were so good you knocked my socks off. You’re still hard?”
I said, “Yes, but I need to cum. I have been removing hair for hours, all those naked cunny’s ... Plus I need to take a rest.”
“Could I be on top? I was never allowed to be on top, and you’re quite heavy.”
I rolled us over and relaxed as my always-ready sex organs stayed in her and in the game. Even though my back and legs were too pooped to pop.
I have no idea how long she stayed on top of me; she used me to cum several times. There must be something else to my healing nature. I turned her into a fuck monster.
I also have lost track of all the sex I have had. I am tired, but my cock and balls are not the slightest bit sore. What the fuck is that about? My junk is magical; it keeps going and going.
Thinking about it, I realized I feel mildly refreshed just from not moving for a little while.
Francis had finally run down and rolled off of me on her own, panting from her exertions.
I was worried because she’d been such a fertile Myrtle before, and I didn’t want to be the father of her next baby. She had enough of them and does not need that. Not now in her 40s. I put my hand on her tummy and willed no baby, no baby, no baby. I hope does/did did the trick.
I quietly got up and dressed. As I came out, Aiyana, our runner, ran off and ducked into a room. Alannah came out of that room and came over.
She asked, “What happened? You have been in there for a couple of hours. Is she OK? You didn’t screw her to death, did you?”
She said that, grinning, so I grinned back.
I said, “I was a close thing. First Francis was on top, then I was; then we switched again. I have no idea how many times she climaxed. I think you need to look in on her.”
Alannah said, “Huh?”
I said, “Just go look, and then I will tell you what happened.”
She went to her office door and went inside. She came back out 30 seconds later.
Alannah said, ‘Let’s go get a bite to eat. It’s supper time anyway. You can tell me after we order; I think I need some sustenance after what I saw.”
I smirked, “YOU are?”
She drove us several blocks away to Herm’s Hideaway. We went in, and she asked for a private room. She ordered me a 24-ounce rib-eye steak and a baked potato smothered in butter and cream cheese. She ordered a spinach soufflé as a side. She ordered two large dark beers for us.
Our formally dressed waiter left, brought back the two beers, and left again.
The beer was so tasty, kinda thick and almost chewy. I always loved European-style beers.
Allanah said, “OK, Mister! What the hell did you do to the owner of a powerful local newspaper? This is worrying. She has the power to hurt us.”
I said, “There is no need to worry at all. Did you see her breasts and stomach?”
“Yes, so?”
I said, “She’s had six kids. She had horrible red stretch marks. Her sagging flat tits and her belly also were completely covered in stretch marks. They looked horrible.”
“When Francis took her inner top off, her tits fell straight down. They pointed right down towards the floor! She wore a tight inner shirt that held them up. I went to touch her up a little and make a few minor repairs. She was quite ashamed of how she was looking. I got carried away fixing her up.”
“Francis told me she’s had 6 children and a very rough life. I just wanted to help her a little. I know I have some healing power, but Morgan Mullen told me I would have to mature a while before that became useful. Somehow he got that completely wrong.”
“I think my healing ability got away from me. I removed over 20 years of bad history from her body. Her cunny is as tight as any teenage girl, now.”
“Only THEN did I remove the stubble from her Fanny and underarms. She got very needy and ... and...”
Alannah said, “You couldn’t help yourself; you made love to her.”
“Like there was no tomorrow! Then it was more like she took me. Most of the time I was in there, she was riding me like I was a horse.”
“So you...?”
“I was on my back for at least an hour. I started out on top earlier. I was too tired from the healing I had done on her, so she took over. He had not had enough yet.”
“Removing hair is easy; healing her weakened me, but she needed a lot more sex. She has years of abstinence to make up for. Years where she has been alone and not having sex.”
Allanah said, “You stayed hard all of the time you...?”
“Ya, weird, huh?”
“At least my cock stayed hard. My back gave out, my legs were so tired they trembled; that’s why she rode me for so long. I kind of just lay there; I was completely tuckered out.”
Allanah glanced over my shoulder, “Here come our steaks.”
We ate and drank quietly. We both thought this was the best meal either of us had ever had. When we finished, we just left. She must have an account there. She was deep in thought as we went back.
Back at work, we went in, and Francis was still asleep. I sat on the chesterfield and looked at Francis. I hadn’t realized I had done so much, and so well!
She has no lines around her eyes now. I need to be more careful with the healing thing. I have no idea where to learn more about healing.
The thing was, Alannah is around 15 years younger than Francis. I had unintentionally used Alannah’s body as a model. Alannah doesn’t look her age, and now Francis looks 20 to 25 years younger, like she’s 20-something. Her areolas and nipples are her own, but equally as bodacious-looking.
I had healed her stretch marks, but I had removed the age lines and wrinkles. I restored her vagina to like-new condition. Her vagina puts silk to shame. Her hair is silky and soft now. Her cunt is silky soft to the touch.
Francis is 46 years old; now she looks like a 20-year-old who has taken especially good care of herself. I got hard looking at my handiwork.
Alannah finished with some paperwork and took me on a tour of her business.
We started at the front area. She explained there are front, middle, and back areas.
The strange chairs with tubs on the left are for soaking people’s feet. Girls do pedicures using them. Pedicures start with soaking the feet to make doing the work easier. They mostly work on toenails, but they also sand down customers’ feet and apply lotions and oils up to the knees.
Directly across from the pedicure area are the manicure tables. Each table seats three manicurists.
Manicurists soak fingernails in a small bowl and use tools to trim and polish the nails. Grown women leave with fingers that look like they belong on a 14-year-old girl.
I think they do this in my previous world. The big difference is that here, they do not use colored fingernail polish. They either buff the nails to a shine or use some wax. I was slightly envious of the look.
I felt a tingle in my hands and feet.
I looked at my own fingernails and was surprised. My fingernails look perfect! What the...? They looked as if they had been professionally manicured, and I knew I hadn’t done anything to manicure them.
It must be from my magic!
It’s as if this was what I wanted them to look like.
I knew that if I looked at my feet and toes, they would look perfect, too.
Along the middle on the right side are rooms where women remove unwanted hair from customers. They use either a cream that dissolves the hair, or they shave it off. I was told two women do the waxing.
I will take one of these rooms. Alannah showed me an empty one, and it has an adjustable table I can raise or lower. Interesting ... very interesting.
On the other side of the middle section are several rooms where masseuses work. They give different types of massages, including personal massages. That’s where they massage more personal parts of the body. They call those “Happy Endings” massages.
She informed me that those and sex are not illegal at all.
I realize I now live in the land of Sodom and Gomorrah.
At the very back is the ‘Spa’ area with the big tub and showers. The lunch room is to the right of it. Alannah told me one of the girls will take me to each station tomorrow. That way I can see what goes on at each one. Then I can speak intelligently with customers about the other services here.
When I went into Allanah’s office, Francis was awake and dressed. She came right over to me and hugged me fiercely.
She said, “I went in the back and saw myself in a mirror. Any time you need anything, anything at all, you call me, Mason. Here is my business card with my ‘private’ phone line. Here is another card for Alannah. She can call and tell me what her advertisement should say.”
She kissed me goodbye affectionately, but only because she needed to get back to work.
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