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My eyes fluttered open to soft rays of sunlight streaking through the window. I groggily lifted my head off of my desk, my screen still cluttered with walls and walls of text from last night. As I turned my gaze towards the window, my sights locked on to a singular little egg-shaped building out in the heart of the city.
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It was the morning of the 15th of February, and the sun beamed down from a cloudless sky, radiating a passionate burst of electric energy from its core and spreading subtle, comforting warmth everywhere its rays touched. And yet, on this morning, I found myself thinking that there was no place I'd rather have been than in the waiting room of a doctor's office.
I squeed as I imagined her reading through my writing, glancing down at me mischievously with her beautiful, youthful smile. "Let's make it a reality, cupcake."
A few steps into the waiting room, I noticed a long, narrow casket floating gently beside the window. I passed it by as I walked up to the receptionist lady, who was staring down blankly at the floor.
"Hey..." I said. "Everything alright?"
She jumped. "Oh! Hey! Yeah, everything's...everything's fine. What can I help you with?" She forced a slight smile.
"I'm here to see Dr. Vanessa. Is she...?" I trailed off as her eyes began to well up. She stepped out from behind the desk, pulling me into a tight hug, her silent tears gently brushing against my cheek.
"I'm so sorry," she said, her voice delicately cracking. "As of this morning, due to natural causes, Dr. Vanessa...has passed away."
I stared blankly towards the casket gliding gracefully in the golden light of the shining sun. Then I silently took my seat, and waited to be called for my annual physical checkup.
It was a bright morning on the 14th of February, and the weather could not have felt more alive.
- COMMENTS
MidnightSerpentabout 2 years agoAuthorHey thanks so much for the kind words! I hope to make a sequel expanding on the world and clarifying more of the vaguer concepts soon, but essentially, this world is built around everyone being incredibly attractive to the point where all people have the hots for each other and as a result treat each other with love and respect.
To maintain this, traditional aging can’t be a thing, and death has to occur before people’s physical appearances haves chance to degrade. I left whether this means an early death or using an advanced scientific cure for aging up to the reader’s interpretation. One way or the other though, it results in people who are seemingly in peak physical condition dying from natural causes.
Similarly, to make sure generation continues to be super attractive, people who have conventionally unattractive features like moles aren’t allowed to reproduce. This way, attractive people breed with other attractive people to give birth to more attractive people, and the cycle continues with every generation getting more and more attractive. Of course mutations can still occur, but the mutated individuals won’t be allowed to have kids. I’ll try to include more stuff about how they fit into the society in future works :)
Anonymousabout 2 years agoVery erotic and exceptionally well-constructed! Probably the most well-written erotica I’ve read to date.
However, I’m sure that I’m not the only one that’s confused by the implications of the setting- what with the sudden death of the nurse previously in apparent good health and the grim showcasing of the lad who required a vasectomy.
Would you mind explaining what’s up with that, if you’re comfortable with showing us how the sausage is made? I’m curious about how the horny, welcoming utopia treats those with physical defects outside of restricting reproduction, and how exactly that sudden death thing worked.
If you don’t wanna explain, that’s alright, but please do write more erotica in this setting! On first brush it has a good balance of believably grim and wholesomely accommodating, but if even if things aren’t what they seem it’s still a good backdrop for this type of fantasy imo
