Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 21: College Bound?
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 21: College Bound? - 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
Alannah sighed twice and held tight to me. She eventually relaxed. Not long afterward, I realized she was asleep. I was tired, so why not?
I awoke with a start. I had been dreaming of all the pussies my pecker had been in. I awoke because Alannah had started to slide off of me. Somewhere along our dalliance, she had ended up on top of me, with me deep inside her.
With her body fully against mine, I wondered if I could make her look younger. I pictured her face - ‘in my mind.’ I did not want to make her look too young. I pictured Alannah and my sister’s bodies merged into one.
Marcy is also tall, but she’s willowy. I left the image in my mind of a butter blonde, but the tits are slightly tighter. Her thighs are slimmer, and her bum is firm. I held that image in my mind and willed her to look exactly like it. I made sure I did not change her face.
I felt my cock-head drip deeply inside her, and I shivered at what I had just done. It wasn’t emotion; it was my magic.
Alannah’s vagina tightened up more. I felt it. That was the first sign it had worked. She took a deep breath, and I saw her eyes flutter open.
“I feel so good, Mason, darling.”
I said, “You know, I have been inside every hole you have except one.”
She smiled broadly and shifted up, and I was unexpectedly poking at the gates of her bum. Enough gooeyness was down there of my own that I knew all I had to do was pull her down. So I did!
She moaned, “UNNNnnnngggghhhh ... oh DAMN, that feels different. It feels good, but definitely - weirdly - different...”
I thought, ‘It should; you have the tight bum of a teenage girl now.’
She sat up, and I went in even deeper. OMG!
I had just been past her sphincter muscle; now she had taken me ALL of the way in. Her insides are very hot and really, REALLY tight. I didn’t so much cum, as I dribbled inside her butt.
“Ahh...”
She groaned and fell over on top of me. She’d fallen asleep - yet again.
I slowly eased myself out from under her. I gazed down at her sweet body. Her legs are wide, probably to cool off, so I see her bare, puffy, red vulva in all its glory. Her inner lips are beet red, and I can see it’s her normal color there now. I see no sperm. It seems her body has absorbed it all, as if it were hungry.
Uh-oh, her areolas are hot pink, as are her pointing nipples. My subconscious tweaked a few things to match how “I” like them. Her body is not quite like Marcy’s.
I looked at Alannah’s long, lovely legs. They are perfect in every way. Her ankles are slender, just like I like them. Her feet are probably a size 6 and dainty for her height. Oops, she will need new shoes.
I felt her cunt, it is puffy and soft-feeling, and real warm. I felt her breasts, and they are still a C, but they are pretty darn firm now. I ran my hands all over her body, and she sighed and smiled in her sleep.
I had to go eat; my stomach is growling. I got dressed and told Tammy that Alannah wasn’t feeling well and that she was in charge for now. I left on my Honda, went to a sandwich shop, and had a 12” ham and cheese and a cold, unsweetened tea. I inhaled the sandwich.
I heard a loud noise and a girl cursing in he back.
The counter girl said, “I can’t help you, Merissa; I am swamped out here.”
I threw my paper stuff from my meal in the garbage and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
I went back there, and a girl roughly my age was on her ass in a short skirt. Her legs were wide because a stack of boxes marked 12-ounce cups had fallen on her. She could not see me, but I saw her bare little snatch and soft, pale white thighs. She has a small patch of hair above her slit. Her outer lips have peach fuzz. She has not started shaving yet. Being black-haired, I can see her pussy hair will be rather coarse in the future.
I started pulling boxes off her.
She said, “Did you get a good look?”
I said, “Oh yes! You can’t blame a guy for looking at a sweet-looking honey-pot like you have, Darlin’.”
As I pulled off the last box, I saw she had itty-bitty titties. One tiny booby was showing, and it was not much bigger than a bee sting on a swelling. Her face is pretty, and she likes me looking at her booby and her Fanny because she has not hidden either of them.
I slowly moved my hand toward her Fanny and subliminally said, “Chookxa,” so she had one of my instant orgasms. As she shook, I laid my fingers across her slit. As she shook, she was moving herself against my finger and moaning. I kept her cuming for a while by repeating the power word.
She groaned, “UUMMMMMMMMmmmmmm...” As her hips thrust up towards me. It was as if she was presenting me with her vagina for my own use. She wanted me to take her. I smiled as I pressed my lips to hers for a second.
I helped her stand up.
Not for the first time, I had used magic or subliminal words, in other words, inside my head. I hadn’t used the guttural ‘back of the throat method’ Morgan had told me to use. Was Morgan’s way just artifice for showmanship? Little Merissa obviously knew I had made her cum.
I turned Merissa, so I had both hands on her tiny bee stings. Her top was sleeveless, so I had ready access to her chest from behind. I pressed my hard cock to her back. I fondled her breasts as she continued trembling in my arms from her quivering orgasms.
She whispered, “What did you do to me?”
I quietly said, “I made you have an orgasm, sweet thing. If you want to get your Fanny hair permanently removed, come to Alannah’s Beauty Spa. Just ask for Mason. Tell them I sent you.”
I turned her around and bent her backward slightly to kiss her. I slid my hand under her dress and fondled her soft little quim. She quivered in my hands.
I subliminally said “Salasia,” to relax her.
Just for fun, I used; Chookxa, to make her cum once again.
“Ohhhhhhhhh ... noooooooooo...”
I walked out with my cock sticking straight out.
I said as I passed out the door, “I got the boxes off Merissa; she’s not... hurt.”
She knew I had molested her coworker because I was leaving with a serious, large boner. She had not missed that. She scurried into the back to check on Merissa.
By the time I got back to work, I was finally soft. I parked off to the side of Alannah’s Spa and went in. I took a quick look, and everything seemed normal. I checked with Tammy, and the boss was in. I went over and knocked on Alannah’s door.
“Come in.”
I went in, and she asked, “Was it a good lunch?”
I held out my middle finger, and she took it and sniffed it.
She said, “Ohh, a good vintage for that year?”
I chuckled, “She wanted me so bad.”
Alannah said, “How in the world can you still be going?”
I had only one idea.
“Magic?”
She said, “On that subject, I made an appointment at the St. Augustine College of Magic. It is on Tuesday at 8:00 a.m. You will have to take the train up to St. Augustine on Monday and get a room there. I recommend getting a rental scooter or motorbike. I am not too familiar with that town.”
She handed me a sheet of paper. It was my itinerary for Monday through Thursday.
I looked at it and back at her.
I said, “I don’t have money for this.”
She slid a plain envelope over to me.
“It’s not payday, but you have been working here a few days. Half of this is because you successfully treated Francis Palmer; I covered that. The half is because you have treated several others, even though none of us were paying customers.”
She went on, “I talked to a doctor up there, a Dr. Callum Townsend. He says you need to spend a few days with him. He is very interested in your case. His main worry is that you will harm someone using magic. I explained what you had done with Francis. That you healed her stretch marks and tightened up her drooping breasts. He told me that you seem to be far more than a Feaxist.”
I almost laughed. Alannah hadn’t looked in the mirror since I gave her a big makeover.
She continued, “It has not escaped me that you can touch a Fanny and make a girl or woman cum.”
“You seem to take great joy in doing that to us. Some of us have been virgins and never known the hand or cock or the mouth of a man before, let alone on our private parts. Do you know that few women have ever had an orgasm? It is unheard of. You are a phenomenon.”
I thought, ‘Shit-damnit-to-hell! She is not aware I can make any woman with eggs become pregnant in two short days. One day when I inseminate her, and another day later when my sperm meets her egg.
Then, the fertilized egg looks for a home in her womb. I can do many things, and I’m not sure how many more. This is surely a strange ability.
It seems people here know nothing about female anatomy. All they know is what they have heard.
As Mace had previously thought, “You stick it in and cum.” Sometimes they get pregnant; often they don’t. Mace had tracked Marcy and Patty’s cycle for selfish reasons. He had not learned about female cycles in school.
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