[ WP ] Sci-Fi : You come home and find your significant other sleeping with someone . That someone turns out to be you from the not-so-distant future .

`` Why is some fat fuck laying on top of my wife?'' I said this out loud. 
 
 It kind of dribbled out of my mouth after a few minutes of dumbfounded staring at my king sized marital bed, watching a couple of rosy ass cheeks flopping up and down between my wife's legs. I was not as mad as I thought I'd be in a situation like this. I felt puzzled. This guy was corpulent at best. Every thrust caused a rippling fleshquake down his off-pink backside. 
 
 I've had many dread fantasies about walking in on my wife with a tall muscular man sporting a jackhammer cock, but this guy was gross! How did this happen? A pang of concern rippled through my gut. I began trying to see what his dick looked like... I caught a glimpse, definitely not impressive. It was.... average. It was.... semi-hard. It was... my cock. 
 
 That was my cock. I should know, I've examined it very, very carefully. As I stared in disbelief, other features on his body stood out. Same curvature in the lower back. Pock marks on the upper back from my brutal acne years. Same foot size and feet. 
 
 I wanted to stop them, but I was n't quite sure how. Looking around the room, then back to the fucking, then back to the room was not helping. Eventually, I walked over to the fader switch, hesitating for a second while resting my finger on it, then, I flipped it. 
 
 Startled yelps burst out of my wife. LOTS of blanket/sheet fluffing noises. He/me sort of flopped off to the left. I walked calmly to the arm chair about six feet from the bed and took a seat. 
 
 `` Larry! I... I was going to call! But...'' Wide eyed, she was earnest but obviously feeling pretty guilty. 
 
 `` I'm really, really confused here.'' I was n't lying when I said that. Total truth. `` He looks like... He is/me?'' 
 
 He/me spoke up `` I'm you.'' 
 
 `` How is this happening??'' I frowned in disgust. I've never liked my body much, but I was annoyed to see how bad it could get. 
 
 `` A few years from now, you and Shelly are going to part ways. She's going to move back to North Carolina to take care of her mother and meet someone else. You're going to stay in New York to work on a special.... project. You're going to get so obsessed with your... project... that you stop all hygene, exercise, sex ( not masturbation ), proper eating habits...'' He/me was droning along in that bored, sarcastic tone we love to use. 
 
 `` Ok, great.'' I cut in, `` so... still not getting the whole two of me in the same room thing, here.'' 
 
 `` The project. Jesus. Put it together, already. You finished the time machine.'' Sounded like he was as disgusted with me as I was with him. This revelation stunned me. I had only really just begun to contemplate a mass/energy conversion mechanism that had some potential to act as a time machine, mostly as a fantasy. Now I was hearing that it had worked. 
 
 `` A... time.. machine?? You... we... invented a time machine?'' 
 
 `` Calm down. All you've done at this point is fantasize about it. I actually did it.'' 
 
 `` So....'' I was adding a few things up, `` you invented a time machine. Then you came back to this time. And you did that because...'' 
 
 `` I'm too fat to fuck anybody in my own time. I came back to this time because I, you... you and I and Shelly were... really in love at this time.'' He/we were struggling with the pronouns. 
 
 Shelly had been awfully quiet this whole time. I turned to her and looked, kind of staring. Should I be jealous? Is this *really* cheating? Those were my thoughts when she finally spoke up, `` Larry, I... Well... He's you! I did n't know what to do, he was just sad, lonely... I was completely terrified at first. When I saw how huge he was, I thought something had happened to you, that you had had some kind of freak allergy thing or... or something. Then we started talking, and eventually it just turned... tender. I do n't know, are you, are you angry?'' 
 
 That was a good question. I did n't know what I was. I started staring off around the room again, in thought, sorting through all this new information. I had a sudden inspiration. I looked at him/myself, `` you have a time machine. It's here.'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 I bolted out of my chair, running into the other room. 
 
 `` What are you doing?'' He yelled. 
 
 `` Larry? Larry!'' Shelly yelled after me, her voice straining into a concerned pitch. 
 
 I ran out of the house into the front courtyard and saw this octagonal aluminum-looking capsule. Bingo. I jumped in through an open panel, slamming it behind me. Where is the lock?? I found a little padlock icon on a button panel and jammed it. I heard an automatic locking mechanism. I swiveled to the right in my chair. There soon came a strong pounding on the pod door along with muffled yells. 
 
 `` Need to make it work....'' I mumbled as I scanned the control panels. I saw a large button with a `` power'' icon above it. I pressed this, prompting a loud hydraulic hiss and whirring sound with a rising pitch. Sounded like it was starting up. The pounding from the outside of the pod increased. 
 
 As I looked to my right, I saw something that looked like an automatic gear shift in a car. There were arrows pointing forwards and backwards. I eased the knob backwards, and instantly, the pounding stopped. I could near nothing from outside the pod. 
 
 A few hours later, Larry/me and Shelly were sitting in arm chairs in my living room, Larry/me slumped forward, hands on knees, half empty drink on a table to his right. Shelly was leaned back into her chair, arms wrapped around her, hand to chin, heel tapping insistently, staring out into the middle of the room. From outside, there was a crashing noise followed by a descending electronic pitch. 
 
 Larry/me perked up immediately `` He's back!'' He/me rose from his seat just as I was walking in the door. Shelly turned as well, first looking at me, then at my... `` guest.'' 
 
 `` Larr... L.. L `` She stammered, looking up and down at my young, perky, voluptuous friend. `` It's... It's... It's me! When I was... twenty three!!'' 
 
 `` Absolutely right, Shell. Want to have a foursome?'' 
 
 

