Author's note: I change the view to first-person (i.e. Josh = I). It makes reading about transformations so much more fun.
I crossed my fingers and started to speak:
"Humans live in communities similar, in a way, to those of bee hives and matching a following description:
"Only one in every 10,000 of people was male and therefore males would become 'Kings' just as there's a Queen in every bee hive. Each city would be a collection of females of different roles and one King. Even though all the females would have free will and their own free minds, the King's pheromones would make them loose control over their bodies whenever he wished, making them extremely submissive towards him, to the extend that they could even suicide if he ordered them to. The females usually neither enjoy it nor fell comfortable with it, nevertheless they never try to fight their own King's 'call' as they instinctively know that he is too valuable for the survival of the species to not be respected."
I thought about all those hordes of women just for me. I smiled and kept dictating the details of the world's new destiny.
"There is four types of females in any city-hive:
The Workers - doing all the hard and dirty work (e.g. ironworks, cleaning severs, farming, building). An average worker would be 5'10'' tall and have body build and strength similar to this of an average man in current reality.
The Warriors - doing all the fighting (e.g. police, King's guard or military in an unlikely event of hive wars). An average worker would be 7'2'' tall and have a body of an extremely muscled Amazon.
The Thinkers - doing all the intellectual work (e.g. teaching, art, science research). An average thinker would be only 5 feet tall, quite fragile and physically weak. Each one of them, however, would be a savant in hers field allowing the hive to develop technologically and culturally.
The Multipliers - whose only purpose is to give birth to children and nurture them before they're passed on to The Thinkers one day after their birth (from which day on the only contact of a Multiplier with her child is for the breastfeeding). Each multiplier would be an exaggeration of female sexuality, in the most stereotypical way possible, so that they can serve their role effortlessly. Each time a multiplier gives birth to a new member of a hive, she doesn't suffer any loss in her looks; the pregnancy-caused hormonal bomb often causes the opposite to happen. Also because of the high levels of female hormones The Multipliers are weak mentally and therefore submissive not only to the King but also to other females and to each other."
"Although all the females could get pregnant, The Multipliers have developed to become impregnated every single time any amount of semen is present in their vaginas. Also in order to keep the population's numbers stable, The Multipliers' pregnancy became much shorter, lasting only 2.5 hours (approx 15 minutes for every month). Side effects of such a high fertility rate are the lack of menstruation cycle (they are always fertile), exorbitant vagina lubrication, constant breast lactation and very high chances of twin or triplet pregnancies."
That was the description of the females from my fantasy; I made sure it was as detailed as my vivid imagination demanded. There was just one little thing I decided to add for the sake my own fun.
"The King's testicles are the size of tennis balls, so that he won't ever run out of semen. His member's measures 14 inches in length and is as thick as a coke can. Although because of this size the females of the hive evolved to have deeper vaginae, most of them still can't fully accommodate King's penis which causes certain amounts of pain. Also all the Kings have infinite stamina and are capable of starting a new intercourse within one minute after they ejaculated. A King would usually use this ability to have sex with one Multiplier repeatedly in one long session and in variety of ways, enjoying watching how she gets exhausted as he continues fucking her despite of her rapidly advancing pregnancy."
I stopped talking for a moment pleased with the sick products of my imagination. Then I finished my perverted world's description with something to guarantee that I'll get 100% from this experience.
"Even though I'll retain all my memories," I continued "my New Reality's body is going to behave in a way appropriate for it, as described by me before."
This way no leftover social inhibitions will spoil my experience. I was sure that even if I didn't like something, I will behave like I lived in my dreamed world since I was born.
I wondered how the next few hours, days, maybe weeks are going to be like. I imagined myself surrounded by legions of beautiful women, a great deal of them made purely to be fucked... And me as the King having the absolute power over them. Or wait...
"Oh God I didn't specify that I am to be the King!" I shouted terrified of what I might have just done. But it was too late as I already un-crossed my fingers and a overwhelming flash of light engulfed me.
I could only hope I was lucky. Only one person out of 10,000 was to be the King. How likely was it I was going to be the one? Unfortunately not very...