As Trevor looked in horror at the gaping vagina before him, the same one he had impotently obsessed over and fantasized about for so many years, he couldn't help but think: where had everything gone so very wrong?
Yes, the vagina looked immaculate, even better in real life than it had through the LCD screens that had been his only window to it up until now. But there was a problem - he was only a few inches high, having been shrunk just moments before through forces unknown. And the vagina in question, already soaked, somehow looked ...hungry. He didn't know why he thought that, exactly. How could genitals look hungry? But the impression was unshakable nonetheless.
He turned, and what he saw then only reinforced his sense of helplessness: a 7-inch, hard white cock, leaking precum, and rapidly closing in on him. If he were in a joking mood, he might have made a joke, a play on being between a "rock and a hard place". Understandably, however, he was not.
He started to run, but it was too late: the dick had reached him, and was now pushing him into the yawing opening of the vagina. Beyond that, he could see only blackness. As the precum soaked through the back of his ratty t-shirt, he closed his eyes, unable to bear witness to what clearly was to be his imminent fate.
To Trevor's surprise, then, images from his life actually began to flash before his eyes, just like he had always heard happened before you die.
It was not pleasant viewing.
...
Where had it all gone wrong? Maybe it was his birth, or more specifically, when he was born. Trevor, you see, was a Simp.
When the decline of Western Civilization is written about in the coming centuries, these future scholars - be they robot, alien, or Chinese - will no doubt devote a chapter or two to the Simp. A Simp, if you're not familiar with the term, describes a particular type of person that only existed in the dark corners of society before the turn of the 21
st
century, but then saw rapid growth thereafter. That is, a Simp is someone that not only pines after a woman they've never met, but actually helps financially support them.
Here's how it works: the Simp will spend an inordinate time on the internet, mainly watching porn. Eventually, they'll stumble upon a girl that's a "cut above the rest", at least in their mind. If they had met in real life, this would be considered "love at first sight", if only unrequited. This is much more tragic.
In that case, at least the female in the equation might have actually glanced at their would-be lover, even if they ultimately made no note of him. For the Simp, on the other hand, the object of his lust doesn't even think of him as human. He's just one among thousands, maybe even tens of thousands, throwing money at them every month in exchange for periodic postings of poorly-lit nude photographs, along with the occasional short sex video that looks like it was filmed at the site of a recent murder.
If the Simp is really pathetic, they'll go even further, paying for clothes, custom videos, and pay-per-view exclusives. They might even just send them money directly, not even bothering to launder it through the pretense of an exchange of goods and services.
Now, you might be tempted to think these women would be grateful to the Simps, without whom they'd be forced to join the working world, filled as it is with mundane tasks, endless meetings, and agonizing commutes. You couldn't be more wrong. In reality, the Simp could not be held in lower regard by their benefactors.
For example, if some brute grabbed them one day, dragged them into an alley, and mercilessly raped them, they would still bestow upon them more respect than what they grant the Simp.
All because there is nothing women hate more in men than weakness, especially beautiful women, and the Simp is the ultimate expression of it.
...
Trevor is a perfect example. Now, he at least knows the truth of his status, and even has embraced it somewhat, having long since pushed the shame deep, deep, down, where he could no longer feel it.
This feat was achieved through a potent mix of a few of the realities of his existence, that: A) he hates women, while simultaneously being obsessed with them, B) he has no girlfriend or wife, and believes, at this point, that will never change, and C) that he is the only surviving member of his family, leaving no one around to care enough to try and save him from the errors of his ways.
Thus Trevor found himself in the same pitiful loop: discovering a new digital visage to obsess over, throwing money and gifts at them, then finally growing bored with them and setting out to find a new virtual partner.
This could have gone on for perpetuity.
But we know it won't.
