The author, here. I am thrilled that you people enjoyed the first chapter. I'll be writing summaries for the newcomers who join in to enjoy the tags.
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In the previous chapter: Peter, a young man, has unexpectedly received a pair of pink earbuds. They were tucked in with his copy of the Dungeons and Wenches, an acclaimed VR game. He has used them to play in the bog-standard fantasy setting, in which he embodied a sexy female protagonist, Lacie.
Due to mysterious circumstances, he has switched from normally interacting with the game to being thrown physically into the fictional world. He has inherited the body of the opposite sex and lived in the tutorial village for some time. There he slew local monster fauna for the locals, slowly growing accustomed to his new physique. His acclimation efforts were so successful that, in the end, he ended up climaxing to slumber after peeking on his housemate having sex.
And this is the point at which the second chapter starts.
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Chapter 2; Two worlds. Single Momma.
The lake was teal splash on the dreamy landscape that depicted a cirque of steep limestone mountains and a lush green valley. Peter stood nervous at the edge of a white cliff jutted out above the sun-warmed water, looking down at the height. The jump wasn't lethal or even particularly difficult but nonetheless required a commitment that the man lacked at this very moment. The legs, measuring the rocky edge, treated it as a start of a tightrope.
Behind the uncertain man, a young woman cleared her throat. When he pivoted to face her, he came to see her as if for the first time: a beautiful young woman with silky black hair dressed in a red-spotted bikini. The choice of the clothing did wonders to display her wondrous cleavage and hourglass figure.
"Hesitating much? I thought a man would do everything to impress a girl." She smiled mischievously, satisfied with her teasing. Her arms moved independently in one smooth motion, one hand sensing the side of Peter's neck, the other pinching her collarbone.
"How am I going to jump if you don't show me how it's done? If I wait any longer, I may collapse from the heat. I would love you to rescue me, but I'd prefer to get to know each other at the bottom of the cliff. After a nice wet soak."
The sultry voice that was whispered and licked with her luscious lips steeled the boy's resolve and turned him towards the open air. A loud splash bounced in an echo against the entire lush valley. Peter climbed out of the water panting from adrenaline, a reward for bravery in accomplishing the personal feat. He looked up to see the girl still there, posing at him.
When he noticed her, she crouched deliberately to expose her behind and pull her panties slightly down. It was too far to spot any peeking treasures in the motion, yet the man's blood rushed to his loins as if it were his teeth that slipped the cloth.
The woman grinned radiantly as she dove, turning in the air, before splitting the surface with a terse plop. The red bikini bottom had remained at the rippling mark, left behind by its owner. A minute passed before the water was disturbed again, now at two neighbouring points.
From those points, a pair of twins emerged, clones of the woman that went in. They both had the same red-spotted bikini covering their busts, but neither bothered to hide their exposed privates with the abandoned floating undergarment. Shoulder to shoulder, the figures climbed out of the water and strolled to their prey in wanting smiles. All four arms joined together to push Peter prone onto the grey rock. The man prostrated on his back was helpless to prevent the removal of his swim shorts. All that remained was for him to wait as two of them straddled him, one at his mouth, the second receiving his cock.
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The low heel cruelly jabbed at Peter's ribs to tear him away from his erotic dream. The groaning victim clutching his side gave a blaming look at the woman who was behind the blow. She was dressed in a French maid outfit and had fair skin, brown hair, and a large bottom half that compensated for her lacking chest. She wielded an expression that told not only that she was guilty but also utterly remorseless.
"What's your fucking problem?" Peter hissed through the teeth. The huffs and puffs took their time before ending, letting him check his surroundings. He was no longer in his room but instead in an awfully strange 6-bed hospital ward. The surfaces were coloured white, as expected. It was furniture and their cloudy, translucent material, which was unusual, along with a distinct lack of metal, even painted, in the room. The potted, cultivated plants didn't assist enough to break the foreign, alien even, design.
The woman was gone before Peter had gotten over his astonishment. He had nothing of his own possession, just a simple lavender hospital gown. His buttocks dented the bed's verge, lingering in place as the uncooperative muscles rebelled against their rightful owner. It wasn't a simple weariness, because the level of his stiffness could be only achieved by getting stuck in a confining closet for an entire day. Entire millennia of technological advancement if judged by the surroundings. The abducted man wished to bolt before he had the chance of meeting the patrons of his unusual trip but was not given the opportunity since a new arrival had made an entrance.
The feminine figure stood in the doorframe with arms akimbo; smart office eyeglasses focused on Peter. Her mature tanned complexion complemented her impression as a part of tropical flora, which had, at the crest, ponytail dreadlocks dyed in light pink, twisted with lime green. A white tank top and washy-red cropped pants together embellished the rest of the fit frame. At a glance, her casual aesthetic didn't indicate what her posture did: she was a figure of authority, a confident boss whose grey eyes stormed with a purposeful determination.
"Welcome back to this world, Peter Steward. Your tardy arrival missed about 250 years of human progress."
