Bhuddist Do-over
Copyright© 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 24: College Life - Not!
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 24: College Life - Not! - 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 was tired from traveling. I went back to my room, thinking I could rest. The room is co-ed. I shared a room with six girls of various ages and one geeky guy. We are all magic students.
I had a top bunk. Most of my roommates acted like typical excited teenage girls, and the skinny guy ignored me. So I sat in my bunk and thought back on how I ended up here.
Dhadul Nepali, a Buddhist monk, had befriended me at the nursing home I had chosen. In the end, he had been chanting. Suddenly, after a coughing fit, I felt my heart blow out in my chest, and everything dimmed at that point. Now I am here in a strange setting.
I got more comfortable and let my mind roam loose, and the female turmoil around me faded away.
I could almost hear Dhadul chant, “Mani Padme Hum,” over and over again.
I woke up the next morning as the girls were getting up. All were bare ass naked. I could see the other guy was tongue-tied. I needed to pee, so I headed for the bathroom. I had checked it out quickly yesterday. It has one long, open shower stall with 4 showerheads. There are 4 sinks, two urinals, and three open stalls with commodes.
A very young-looking brunette teen was showering. I took a leak and left.
I stripped off and put my dirty clothes in the stand-up locker they provided me. I grabbed my dop bag and headed to the bathroom to shower. When I turned away from my locker nude, the room got eerily silent.
I looked around, and five girls were wide-eyed and gawking at my dangling pecker.
I went into the shower area and took a long hot shower. Our water tank at home holds only a few gallons and runs on propane. It is expensive and wasteful to take long showers at home.
The girl I saw showering was taking a long shower, so I joined her. She was dark-haired, with brown eyes and a fit body.
A few minutes later, I heard her say, “Shit!” and looked over.
She had been shaving her legs and had cut herself while shaving her right shin. I could see blood coming down from it.
I said, “Would you like me to heal that cut?”
She said, “Are you a healer?”
I said, “I am, among other things. It will just take me a few moments touching your leg.”
“Uh, OK, I guess.”
I went over, got down, put my hand on her shin, and willed it to be healed.
She touched the spot, then rubbed it because she didn’t believe it had been healed that quickly.
“You fixed it.”
She asked, “So, do you know what dorm room you are in?”
“No, I think I am here for just a few days of evaluation by Doctor Townsend. My agent used a malfunctioning artifact to diagnose my ability. I am here to see what I can really do.”
She chuckled, “So you’re possibly a multi-mage. You have more than one power?”
I said, “Yes, I think so. I can heal, and I also do targeted hair removal. I can sense feelings and sense people’s insides. There may be more.”
She said, “This co-ed dorm room is for girls to get pregnant by young mages. They probably hope you knock a few of us up.”
I knew I could knock all six girls out in one day. I wonder if Alannah had mentioned my sexual peccadilloes to Doctor Townsend. Well, I could do all six, get my diagnosis and head home in a day or so. I’ll have to see.
She turned the water off. I looked, and she had not finished shaving.
I said, ‘Would you like me to remove all your hair from the neck down?”
She said, “You can do that?”
I said, “I make my living as a Feaxist.”
She said, “You would do it right here, and now?”
“Sure.”
I knew I did not want to have sex with girls that have pubic stubble. It makes me shiver in anticipated pain.
She said, “OK, do me.”
“Maybe later,” I cracked, “Stand still while I get rid of your unwanted hair.”
She smirked.
I used one eye and covered her from the neck up with my hand as I concentrated, saying “ Tellenia-ha “ aloud.
I said, “Turn around, and I will do the back.”
She said, “I don’t have hair on my back.”
I chuckled, “You probably do on your calves.”
She turned and looked over her shoulder as I did another “ Tellenia-ha.”
I reached out and felt her bum. “Yes, not one hair here.”
She said, ‘Now you should check my front.”
“I would gladly ‘do’ your front.”
She smirked again.
She turned sideways so I ran my hand over her vulva. I subliminally used Chookxa to induce a light, instantaneous climax.
She crumpled onto me, and I ended up on the floor with a naked, shuddering teenage girl lying on top of me, groaning.
It was supposed to be a light cum. There are worse feelings to have than a naked teenage girl quivering on top of you. She planted little girl kisses on my face.
I just held her as she slowly came back to herself. It was probably her first climax, given this world.
In most ways, it was much better than my old one. I’m not a feminist, but I do enjoy a girl getting off. I heartily believe in mutual orgasming.
She finally started to get up. She kissed me hard, and after a second she was Frenching me and clutching her body to me closely.
I asked, “And who might you be? I’m Mason Carpenter from Jupiter, Florida. Friends call me Mace.
She said, “Emma Snow from Panama City.”
“Are you an American native?”
She said, “Half and half.”
I said, ‘We should get moving.”
I swear she said, “Horizontally or vertically, you darling guy?”
‘But her lips had not moved!’
I quickly finished my shower with several other girls eying my dangling crank.
As I finished up. I stared at all their titties in retaliation. They seemed to like me looking back at them in lust.
I wonder what the story is with the other guy. He has magic, but maybe not enough savoir-faire to pull off a little fun with these girls? They are supposedly available. He has a strange vibe I don’t care for. I can tell they avoid him like the plague.
I dressed and met Emma at the door; she said, “Do you know the way there, darling”
I said, “No, I would follow you anywhere. Lead on, McDuff.”
( An often misquoted saying - supposedly from Shakespearean times. )
The creep tried to push past me, but I froze in place, body-blocking him. He backed up and tried to bump into me hard enough to move me out of his way. I saw his move and stiffened my body more; somehow I’d frozen my feet to the floor. The idiot boy just bounced off and fell.
Oho, I can freeze my body in place; it was like he bumped into an unseen rock.
He put his hand out, and sparks flew towards me; they just fizzled out sickly before reaching me.
‘I have another power?’
I punched his forehead hard using the heel of my right hand, and he slid to the floor.
I paused a second and held my hand to his head. I mentally sent, “You are healed; you will sleep until noon and then wake up. That new guy is powerful and is never to be screwed with again.”
Emma grabbed my arm, and we went downstairs. All the girls followed us to breakfast. I had six girls, and I could smell their symphony of horny teen girl desire. Watching me handle dip-shit without any problem may have got them a little revved up.
After we started walking, Emma asked, “What did you do to him?”
“I healed him.” I had scrambled his brains, smacking his head as hard as I did.
She took my right hand and looked at it, then at my fist.
She knew I was a healer. Why wouldn’t I heal my own aches or pains automatically?
At breakfast, I had a large biscuit cut in half with sausage gravy, two large sausage patties, and a black coffee. They had scrambled eggs, but I think they added something to them. My senses told me to reject the eggs.
I think I need a watch. Maybe later today. It was early. I headed to the admin building and asked about waiting for my 8:00 a.m. appointment with Doctor Callum.
They gave me directions, and I arrived at his door 15 minutes early. He must have sensed me because he opened his door right away.
“Mason Carpenter?”
“Yes, sir.”
He said, “I have been talking to Alannah O’Challum about you a lot. She told me that you had an agent with a faulty artifact that misread your power levels and your skills. He did get the fact that you are a Feaxist right, am I correct?”
I said, “Partly. I can also sense inside people; I can heal, remove stretch marks, and even roll someone’s age backward.”
His eyes got real wide.
I went on, “I can also sense a woman’s insides. I can make them ovulate and get them pregnant with just one session. I have done that several times now. I have had many willing volunteers for that.”
“No doubt, no doubt.”
He opened his desk and pulled out a locked box. He removed an artifact larger than Morgan’s had been, but this one is gold. I can smell the metal. The clear jewel on top is three times larger. He also pulled out a pamphlet with colors and descriptions next to each color swatch. It was four pages of color swatches, not a partial page like Morgan’s.
Dr. Townsend said, “Does this look familiar?”
I said, “Vaguely, the one my agent used to determine that I was a Feaxist was nothing like what you’re holding.”
He said, “Let’s see what you’re capable of.”
“Alright.”
I was curious. I knew I was a feaxist and a healer. I knew I wasn’t a mind reader. Somehow, I knew people’s emotions, and I could freeze in place like a rock.
He said, “Do you remember what to do”
I said, “I just hold the artifact by its base while you make it reveal what it will.”
“Yes, that’s it.” He picked it up and handed me the magic artifact. “Hold this,” he said.
So I did.
He said an unintelligible word in a strange voice.
Was this pretense, or did he actually have to use a cantrip or power word aloud?
The light started swirling, and when it settled on something, it stopped. He wrote things down in a notebook.
He said a word. The light started swirling again until it stopped displaying another color. He started it and scribbled down the word from the pamphlet. This went on for some time, with him starting the artifact and recording its results.
This continued until almost lunchtime.
Doctor Townsend said, “That’s the end of it. In the morning you need to report to medical where they will do a full physical on you. After that, we turn you over to the teachers, and they will test you on your areas of magical knowledge.”
‘I thought a fat lot of good that will do. I seem to be a natural. Nobody had taught me shit. My parents weren’t affiliated with any magicians, witches, mages, or anything else. I think I got this from Dhadul Nepali.
I said, “And then what?”
He said, “Then several of us senior mages here will get together with me to discuss our findings. We can recommend what you are best suited to do after that. You will then learn of all your abilities and power levels. We will determine your rank and your place in our Association if you choose to join it, or us.”
I almost cringed. I had spent much of one lifetime in the military. This sounds too much like that, just with kinder, gentler bullshit terms.
I wanted to growl. What the fuck is the artifact for, if not to tell me what I am capable of? Her tested me for hours and retested most of his findings. Why didn’t you tell me what it said? Why the bullshit brush-off?
Doc asked, “Do you have any questions for me?’
“The six girls in my dorm...”
He smiled, “They are all witches and have some powers. We hope you can get some of them pregnant.”
I said, “I told you that I can drop an egg out of season and impregnate any girl, any time. I can also get one pregnant with one sex session?”
“Yes?”
So I asked the obvious, “What happens if I knock them all up today?”
He smiled and said, “We will replace the six girls tomorrow with six more unpregnant girls.” Everyone knows there is roughly a 2:1 ratio of females to males. The ratio of witches to mages is 10:1. The best mages we get are usually from a liaison between a witch and a mage. The more powerful, the better. Feel free to impregnate any female on the campus you see, except my wife, of course.”
I had to ask, “What is the ratio of magical people to regular people?”
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