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Awakening Day	By : SpaceSamurai Category: Celebrities - Misc > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 20912 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: The following story is complete fantasy, fictional by any definition. I do not know or even claim to know any of the people involved. No money was made in the authorship and publication of this story.

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Just as he’d finished injecting Jessica with his seed, Aaron was startled by a sound. It was familiar now, but still thunderously loud, so loud he could hear nothing else. It filled the room, then focused, higher-pitched and louder, on the corner of the room, where a flickering shape began to form. He tried to adjust to this onslaught of his senses, but it left him dizzy. By the time he’d gathered himself again, there was an explosive BANG which launched him over the arm of the couch and sent Jessica tumbling naked to the floor, semen spilling from her vagina.
“Master?” a remarkably family voice called out from the haze of smoke and dust that now floated through the living room.
Aaron shook his head. Something was happening. It was almost like-
He leapt to his feet in shock. There, in the garb he’d just seen them wearing on screen, were the two Alison Bries, eyes white, smiling as they met his gaze.
Aaron couldn’t speak. His breath caught, not just at their beauty (which was exquisite), but also at the surreality of what surrounded him.
“Master Aaron,” future-Alison sighed. She dropped to her knees and bowed, and past-Alison quickly followed. “How great it is to see you again!”
He was confused, certainly, and still recovering from the terrific orgasm he’d just had with Jessica, but he couldn’t help but notice the definite shape of their butts in the air as they bowed to him. Against all odds, his erection began to rise again.
Future-Alison suddenly sat up. Past-Alison started to do the same, but future-Alison pushed her back down. “Oh my!” future-Alison burst out. “I nearly forgot!”
She jumped to standing and bound her way over to Aaron. She still had her cloak undone, and her breasts heaved with her every gliding step. “Oh, poor Master, look at your eyes!” she said.
“My eyes?” he said.
She cast about for a reflective surface, found a broken glass, and held a shard up to Aaron’s face. In the reflection, he saw what she meant. His eyes were like everyone he’d seen on television, like Jessica, like both Alisons: White. Aaron was not bothered by this. Everyone’s eyes were white now, he thought. This was the norm.
Still, the sight seemed to upset Alison, and so he cocked a brow. “What should I do?” he asked.
She hastily rushed to the wheel and dug under some cushions which had cradled her on her journey. “You said this might happen,” she called out as she dug. “Or, rather you will. Or, no you won’t now because- Found it!”
She rushed back to him with something in her hand. Something she moved with so quickly that he didn’t notice until too late that it was a very large needle. She plunged it into his neck.
“Ah!” Aaron cried. “What-”
The change was almost immediate. Suddenly Aaron looked at the world around him and saw chaos. On his television, Charlize Theron and Emily Blunt were each taking four dicks, one in each pussy, one in each ass, one in each hand. Next to him, a sweaty, filthy, white-eyed Jessica was kissing his feet and thanking him for his cum. One Alison Brie was bowing to him in a black gown while another was mostly naked and grinning at him with a dripping needle in her hand, eyes blank.
“This is crazy,” he said.
“Is it?” a voice said behind him. No. Inside him.
“What?” he called out. Suddenly, everything around him froze.
Jessica was in the middle of licking between two of his toes. Past-Alison was still bowing, though he noticed that she’d reached a hand down and was in the midst of fondling herself. Future-Alison was grinning, while a drop of silvery liquid hung in the air in front of the needle she was holding.
“Whoa,” Aaron said.
“Whoa indeed,” said the voice.
Aaron turned around. Instead of his bedroom, which he expected to see, the area behind him was an empty black void, completely bare but for the man in the white suit that stood with his hands behind his back.
The man who was...himself.
“...Me from the future?” Aaron said. He was putting the pieces together a little quicker now.
“Yup,” his future self said. Now that Aaron could see him, this version of himself was, well, the ideal. He was clearly muscular, with the firm jaw he’d always wished he’d inherited from his father instead of the waddle he’d gotten from his mother. He stood tall and proud, his hair full and dark, with a neatly trimmed beard so unlike the patchy failure Aaron was used to growing. “I’m what you will become.”
Aaron’s head spun. “I have so many questions.”
Future-Aaron shushed him. “None of them are relevant. There is no president in the future, your favorite team always wins every sport, there’s no more war, famine, poverty, or racism, and Ann Coulter is now your human toilet and bidet.”
Past-Aaron was sufficiently shushed.
Future-Aaron stood straighter. “Listen, I don’t want this to take too much of your mental energy. Trust me, you’ll want all the stamina you can get tonight. I just wanted to give you a rundown of what’s going on:
“See, in my timeline, I was watching the Oscars in 2016 with Jessica, and she caught me gawking at Alison Brie and Natalie Dormer’s cleavage, and instead of laughing it off like she usually would, she became incredibly jealous. Maybe she always was, and she was just sick of hiding it. Anyway, things spiraled out of control, and she left me. Now, I’m not proud of how I responded to this. You know how we’ve always been interested in nanotechnology? Well I decided to take my mind off the breakup by learning everything about it there was to know. It was surprisingly easy once I set my mind to it. I wound up quitting my job, moving in with my parents, studying every book I could find, every blog there was to read. I spent all day and night living, eating, breathing this stuff.
“Then I found out a lab a couple hours away had cracked a major milestone in nanite development. I won’t go into the nitty gritty, but suffice it to say, I drove there, killed a guard, stole a sample, took it home, and completely re-wrote the code to be self-replicating and to be triggered by certain stimuli which only I could access.
“I know this sounds fucked up. And it is. I went completely off the deep end. I told you I’m not totally proud of this part. But what I am proud about is that I finally figured it out: The Singularity, the event every technologist has been predicting for years, when humanity and machines would finally unite. I released the nanites into the world, and within a month, they were everywhere on Earth. Nothing was beyond my reach, and no one suspected a thing. So I did what anyone with control of a planet-full of microscopic robots capable of controlling the very nature of humanity itself would do when they’re trying to get over a breakup: I made myself God.
“I started with Jessica. That was a mistake. I remade her too completely; she fought against me, and the resulting cognitive dissonance made her catatonic. I kept working, though, and eventually I figured out how to make the subjects desire the programming, need it in a manner of speaking. I got so good at it, I was able to take the whole world in less than a year after the Singularity.
“From there, I set the globe on a path of discovery and improvement. You can’t imagine how quickly and completely humanity can evolve when everyone is keyed in on the same task. We cured countless diseases, doubled life expectancy, even discovered how to control matter and time. That’s right, time travel. Once we had a handle on the Einstein particle, the controlling force behind the dark matter of the universe, it was only a matter of- you know what? Who cares? We can travel through time. It takes a lot of energy, and it’s pretty risky, but trust me, it works.
“But I realized that there were still things we were a long ways off from accomplishing. We still don’t have an efficient way to colonize space, and ideally we can figure out a system in which not every woman is a slave to every man. Secondarily, yeah, but still, it can’t go on like this forever.
“That’s where you come in. And Alison Brie. I know, right? Alison fucking Brie. Anyway, I’ve decided that instead of waiting who knows how long to see how far humanity can go, why not go backwards and make it so humanity is already there when I get to where I am now? Does that make sense? Am I crazy? I settled on ten-year increments. That way, if shit gets too crazy, it’s not that far to go to fix everything. And technically speaking, you’re living in an alternate dimension which I can destroy if it goes wrong or absorb into my reality if everything works out as planned. It’s all very technical. But for now, all you have to do is reap the benefits. Alison is super gung-ho about the whole thing, and she’s programmed to know what to do. You can just kick back and watch humanity evolve.
“Oh, and I should let you know: The nanites she injected you with control all the other nanites on Earth. And the ones she infected your Earth timeline with are more advanced than the ones that I came up with initially, because they can control matter. Remember the Einstein particle? That’s in everything. What I’m telling you is: You’re not just A god now. You ARE God. Have fun!”
In a POOF, his long, long exposition was over, and Aaron was back in real time. Jessica was worshipping his feet. Past-Alison was fingering herself. Future-Alison was setting down the needle and standing with her hands behind her back to better present her wonderful breasts for inspection.
His brain still reeling from the possibilities of his future-self’s history lesson, Aaron was nonetheless pleased to see the picturesque starlet gazing at him, white-eyed yet still very clearly yearning for his touch.
“Alison,” he said.
“Yes?” Both Alisons answered in unison.
“Hmm,” he said. “Need to fix that. Okay, from now on, you” he pointed to future-Alison,” you’re Alison Brie. And you,” he pointed to past-Alison, “in the black dress, your name is Annie Edison.” He had such a crush on her from the show ‘Community,’ it seemed impossible to resist casting her as that part for the rest of her life.
“Yes, Master,” they both said. Annie moaned into the floor as she found her spot and fingered herself even harder.
“Okay, now, Alison, I want you to fuck me with those magnificent tits of yours,” he said.
She knelt without further prompting. “Absolutely, Master,” she intoned.
Alison Brie wasted no time in reaching for Aaron’s naked cock with one hand and presenting her breasts from below with the other. “Huh,” she muttered as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
“What?” he said.
She shook her head. “Nothing! It’s just...your cock is...different than it was...will be…”
He was about to inquire further when something future-Aaron told him rang again in his ears. “Say, Alison,” Aaron asked, “I can control matter, apparently. Does that include...myself?”
She nodded and smirked. “I don’t see why not, Master. You can do whatever you want.”
Aaron made a mental note to take her up on that offer later. In the meantime, he searched his thoughts for some clue as to how he could reshape his body. He rifled through his memories like he might find a file somewhere marked “How To Control Nanites For Dummies.” Nothing. He was about to give up.
“Fuck, I just wish someone could tell me how to do this,” he muttered.
Alison spoke up from her position in front of his cock. Her voice was stiff and monotone, programmed. “To control the Einstein particle via the nanite controls, Master Aaron needs only to wish for something to change, and it will change. This wish can be spoken or thought, but for safe use it must be phrased as ‘I wish,’ followed by the chosen desire, with as much specificity of intent as can be provided.”
She looked up at him when she was finished speaking. “Did you say something, my Lord?”
He took in the sight of Alison Brie, the sexy young actress, tugging lightly on his prick, leading it towards her pristine tits, and sandwiching his manhood in her mounds, and he could only think of one thing: “I wish my cock was nine inches long.”
There was a tingling sensation in his flesh, but the growth began immediately. He groaned as his cock began to peek out from the top of her cleavage, then more as it reached far enough for her to easily such the head into her mouth as she performed her titjob for his pleasure.
She pulled her lips off his cock with a POP. “Ah yes, Master,” she sighed. “That’s more like I remember. Thank you.”
The sensation of having his dick massaged by two plentiful bosoms while his head was slurped by a pair of plush lips was extraordinary. But it needed something.
“Annie,” he grunted.
She looked up at him from the floor, face already glistening with sweat. “Yes, my Lord God Master?”
Clearly she was new to the lingo. “Come here and help lube up Alison’s sweet tits.”
If she was bothered by relinquishing her old name to the future version of herself, she didn’t show it. Rather, she licked her lips and climbed to her feet.
“With pleasure, Master,” she said.
Annie stood next to the pair, her hand on Alison’s bobbing head, and began to finger herself harder and harder. She was really working herself up. Her hand was a blur in her cunt, fully visible under her flipped-up dress. She bit her lip. Aaron wasn’t sure she was going to make it.
“Jessica!” he snapped. His slave stood at attention next to him.
“Eat Annie’s ass and help her along,” he barked.
She grinned so wide he almost felt bad for treating her so rudely; she was adorable when she smiled. “Sure thing, Master!” she chirped.
In a flash, she was kneeling behind Annie, head under her dress. Aaron could only imagine her face as she peeled those bubbly ass cheeks apart and dove her tongue into the actress’s rosebud.
“Lose the dress, Annie,” Aaron said.
In a few quick tugs, it was up and over her head, then tossed aside amongst the broken dishes, as though it wasn’t an Oscar dress that probably cost more than Aaron’s entire apartment just to rent for the night. Immediately her fingers found her pussy again, and from his angle Aaron had a great view of the side of Jessica’s head plunging with aplomb into the depths of Annie’s asshole.
That certainly did it. In moments, Annie was building herself higher and higher, her breasts heaving with her breaths, her hands working faster and faster. Aaron spotted Jessica cleverly slip a hand up and press a finger against Annie’s anus.
“OH FUCK, MASTER!” Annie screamed through her painted lips. Acting quickly, Alison turned and presented her boobs under Annie’s furious masturbation, just in time for the younger version of the performer to cum in a spraying female ejaculate, coating Alison with her fluids, dousing her tits in womanly liquid.
Not wanting to waste a drop, Alison gave Annie’s pussy a grateful lick and then turned back to her task, sliding Aaron’s elongated cock between her now-dripping mammaries and pumping him for all she could. Her mouth quickly found his tip and suckled at it desperately,, her milk bags working his shaft while suckhole milked his head.
Aaron moaned blissfully. He turned to see Annie kneeling down, clad only in a lacy corset she’d kept on under the dress, and kissing Jessica, surprisingly excited to taste the flavor of her own depths. Back at the Oscars, Anne Hathaway and Jessica Chastain were laying back against the edge of the stage, as man after man took turns pumping their cum deep inside their wombs. They kissed, and as Ewan McGregor pulled away from Anne’s gaping snatch, the camera clearly caught the bulge in her belly, swollen with fluid, like a food baby in reverse.
This nearly pushed Aaron over the edge. He was so close to coming down Alison Brie’s hot fucking throat. He just wanted something...strange. He wanted to test something.
“I wish,” he started. “...I wish that Anne Hathaway and Jessica Chastain’s tits grew to a G-cup, big and round and natural.”
Annie, Jessica, even the otherwise occupied Alison all turned to the television to see what would happen. Sure enough, before the world’s eyes, the two prone actresses began to writhe and sigh even more than they already were, and very quickly their chests began to balloon, at first simple masses, then into full, stretchy, shapely, and ultimately very pendulous bosoms. The pointy brown nipples on Anne and the sweet pink nubs on Jessica slumped to their sides. Now with each thrust their bodies jiggled and bounced. Men who’d already spent their loads got back in line for a turn with the now-buxom sexpots.
It was when Anne and Jessica flipped over to their knees, letting their inflated funbags hang to the stage floor, and put their lips together to share the joy of their tandem doggy style poundings that Aaron finally erupted. “Oh, God DAMN!” he shouted. Alison pulled his dick out of her mouth, aware of her God’s tastes, and continued to jerk him with her tits until he was coating her chest, neck, and face with a load befitting a Master of the Universe. Jet after jet of semen burst forth from his manhood, until Alison was soaked in cum, drenched like a bucket of ejaculate had just been dumped on her head.
“Master Aaron be praised!” she cried as she was doused in jizz.
Annie and Jessica quickly joined their sister in servitude and eagerly lapped up their Lord’s holy cum from all over Alison’s slick flesh.
On television, Lupita Nyong’o was giving Chiwetel Ejiofor a sloppy rimjob while his enormous cock was buried deep in the tight twat of Rinko Kikuchi, the slender, flexible asian beauty from ‘Pacific Rim.’
They cut to a shot across the room: Three tight young Academy favorites with the hots for older men were dancing for the honor of impaling themselves on Morgan Freeman’s monolithic manhood. Jennifer Lawrence was playing to her strengths, using her unique mix of charming clumsiness and sultry strength to entice the actor, alternately laughing her way through a silly dance which just happened to shake her breathtaking chest and then drawing him in with her eyes as she bent to show off her tight curves. Brie Larson, meanwhile, took her turn with poise and classic seduction, flashing her big eyes and letting her subtly arresting, carefully toned physique do the work.
Amy Adams didn’t have Jennifer’s big breasts or Brie’s classical beauty, but what she lacked in looks she more than made up for in talent. She read her mark like a pro. He was proud and cool, polite but aloof. She saw in his eyes that he had a taste for something young and vulnerable something to make him feel like a king. Amy played demure, fragile, shy, strategically covering her sensitive areas from his gaze until his prying eyes seemed to melt holes through her fingers. Then she let them free in a way that said it was all just for him and him alone. As big as his cock was, its attention was piqued, and it made its choice known. Amy Adams straddled him carefully, slid herself onto his erection little by little, surprising even herself with how much of it she could take before it hit her walls and she had to pull back, slowly, tenderly, clearly teasing him. Sure enough, he took the bait, and roughly shoved her back down, slapping her tits as he did so and pounding himself into her until she squealed in barely contained delight.
All this and more flashed across the screen. But for the first time all night, the most interesting sight was the one just in front of him: Annie Edison (the new name for young sexpot Alison Brie) and his wife, Jessica, their eyes empty and blank as they probed every inch of Alison Brie (the future version) with their tongues for any stray traces of their God, Master of Masters, Lord Aaron and his holy seed, left on her tender flesh. When their tongues found no more semen to drink, they kept on licking, pleasuring one another with their eyes always peeking back at Aaron for his approval, praying silently for his cock to rise and bless them once more.
It was late, and the ceremony showed no signs of stopping. But Aaron, and the rest of the world, was truly, completely, awake.
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