**Hey guys, I decided to experiment with an idea I've been turning over for some time. This is the first draft. Let me know what you think! - Anti.**

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D.I.A.N.N.E.

CHAPTER ONE: SEVENTH HEAVEN

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My name's Jake London, and I have a story to tell. Many of you won't believe it, but that's okay, I understand completely. Even if you don't believe it, though, it's still a pretty amazing tale. I'll start at the beginning, when I was eighteen...

-20th May, 1999: The Day It Arrived.

I woke up to a knock at my front door at around ten o'clock in the morning. Grumbling to myself at being woken early, I crawled out of bed and stumbled from my room toward the front door, only stopping to pull on a pair of boxers to cover my otherwise naked body.

It wasn't a great journey by any measure; I lived in a tiny studio apartment that consisted of three rooms: a shoebox bedroom, a matchbox bathroom, and a combined kitchenette-slash-living area barely large enough to contain my one armchair and TV. This apartment was one of about forty in the block. I happened to be fortunate enough to get one on the fourth level, the highest.

It wasn't much, but the rent was cheap. My job at DP Games didn't pay a lot, so I couldn't really afford anything bigger. My parents had moved overseas for work this year, and I hadn't really wanted to go with them, so I'd decided to try and get by on my own.

I was doing a great job, so far. Shit job, shit house, no girlfriend. I had some mates, but they were really just people I played games with, and mostly online, at that. I had a mad collection of game consoles and games that I'd acquired over my childhood, but that really wasn't a notable life achievement, you know?

Unlatching the front door, I pulled it open, squinting against the assault of sunlight. When my eyes adjusted, I spotted a large cardboard box, but no delivery person. Frowning, I poked my head out and looked left and right down the railed walkway, but it was empty.

Stepping over the box, I looked down over the balustrade, expecting to see a delivery van down in the carpark, but none were visible. That was weird. Who left the box, and what was in it? I was tempted to knock on some of my neighbours' doors, but after considering the calibre of said neighbours' personalities, I decided to leave it. If someone had dumped their junk on me, I would just throw it away and be done with it.

The box was unmarked, as far as I could see. There was no writing on it anywhere, and no delivery note. It was maybe a cubic metre in size. Curiosity welled up inside me. There was no harm in opening the damn thing, right?

Stepping back over it, I bent and tried to pick it up, then stopped when an involuntary strained grunt escaped me. Whatever it was, this thing was heavy! I could barely get it off the ground! Maybe if I spent less time lazing around playing games and went to the gym, I wouldn't have this problem.

Determined to see what was in this mysterious package, I went inside and reached the kitchenette in three strides. I grabbed a knife and returned to the box. A tingle of excitement suddenly ran up my spine. I shoved it aside, not allowing myself to imagine there was anything more interesting inside than a pile of someone's unwanted books or something.

The knife parted the tape along the top easily, and I opened the flaps to find a whole bunch of that packing stuff that looks like foam peanuts. Reaching in, I parted the peanuts and felt something hard and smooth beneath. It was cool to the touch, like metal.

Intrigued, I used both hands to scoop some of the peanuts away. A flat, black surface lay beneath, and on top, large, flowing letters were printed in white: "D.I.A.N.N.E."

"What the hell does that stand for?" I muttered to myself. Seizing both sides of the box, I dragged it inside far enough so I could shut the front door and relock it. If this thing was valuable, I didn't want anyone else to see it.

I tore the rest of the box open, spilling foam all over the floor. A big, black box was revealed, unmarked but for the writing on the top. A slip of paper caught my eye, half buried in the light pink foam. I pulled it free.

"Congratulations, Jake," the page read. It was neatly typed. "You have been chosen as a tester of the Device for Assimilation and Immersion via Neural Network Entanglement. Simply plug the device into power and it will set itself up for you!"

That was it. There was no contact number or email address on the page, nor the name of whomever wrote it.

"Well, fuck," I mused, turning the paper over in my hands as I studied the cube. Sure enough, there was a power cord neatly rolled up on the rear side, connected to the bottom corner of whatever this machine was. "Might as well plug it in and hope it's not a bomb."

With considerable effort, I dragged the cube over to the corner where my TV sat, to the left of the front door. Once again, I promised myself I would start going to the gym. With a growing sense of trepidation, I plugged the cord into the socket behind the TV and flicked the switch.

Nothing happened.

"Great," I grumbled. "All that effort for a broken piece of-"

A whirring hum suddenly emanated from the black box. "Good morning, Jake," a distinctly feminine voice greeted.

I fell back with a cry. "Holy fuck!" I exclaimed. What the hell was this? Some sort of A.I.? Scenes from every sci-fi movie I'd ever seen flashed through my head, particularly '2001: A Space Odyssey' and 'Weird Science.'

"Please do not be alarmed," the voice said calmly. "I am D.I.A.N.N.E., a Device for Assimilation and Immersion through Neural Network Entanglement."

"You can understand me?" I asked dumbly. My heart was racing. If this was a prank, it was a damn good one.

"Yes, Jake," the cube said patiently. "I can understand you perfectly. I have been programmed and configured to respond to your wishes as best I can."

"My wishes?" What did that mean? I asked as much of this strange black box.

"I can assimilate any entertainment medium into my system and convert it into an immersive virtual environment for your enjoyment."

"Huh?"

"Perhaps it would be best if I demonstrated my capabilities, Jake." Her tone was perfectly respectful, but I got the sense she was patronising me. "Please bring me a game from your collection."

"A game?" I repeated. "From which console?"

"Any will suffice," Dianne answered.

I scoffed. "Are you saying you can run any game from any console?"

"Yes, Jake."

"Original Nintendo?"

"Yes, Jake."

"Mega Drive?"

"Yes, Jake."

"Playstation?"

"Yes, Jake. I accept all cartridges and discs, including those for PC."

I had to admit, I was disbelieving, but I wanted to see this. Long had I wished for some magical system that could run any game. Changing over consoles was a right pain in the arse. Reaching over to my right, I pulled open the first of the three wide drawers in the wooden TV unit upon which my TV sat.

I was proud of my TV. A hand-me-down from a relative, it was a massive thirty-inch CRT. These new plasma TV's were due out on the market soon, according to articles I'd read, but I was happy with what I had. It weighed a ton, but the solid cabinet beneath it was up to the job. In the top drawer were some of my games. I owned hundreds in all, as well as just about every console ever released. My favourite game at the moment was Final Fantasy VII, so I pulled it out.

"I have a Playstation game for you," I told Dianne.

"Very good, Jake," she replied. "One moment, please." Sounds of metal shifting around came from inside the cube, and then the front side opened at the top like a cassette drawer. "Please insert the disc, Jake."

I removed the first of the three discs from the case and turned it over in my hands. "Which way?"

"Any way is fine."

I slid the disc into the gap, and something inside the cube took hold of it, pulling it gently from my fingers. "Don't scratch it!" I warned.

"I assure you, Jake," Dianne replied. "Your games are safe inside me. I will even maintain them for you while I work."

Once the disc vanished, the gap closed. A moment later, the bottom edge of the cube slid out toward me like a CD drawer. Leaning forward slightly, I saw a narrow black band.

"Please take the interface unit and place it on your head," Dianne instructed.

"What is it?" I asked warily.

"It is a device which allows you to interact with the software you just gave me."

Interact? Was it like a controller? "What will happen when I put it on?"

"Your consciousness will be transported into the world of Final Fantasy VII, and you will be able to experience it as if it were real."

"Like virtual reality?"

"Similar, in some ways," Dianne confirmed. "But in others, not. I am a total immersion device, Jake. Where VR is mostly experienced through the eyes and ears, you will have your full sensory range available to you. You will also be able to ask me what it is you wish to experience, and I will create it for you, as long as it is within the boundaries of the game."

I picked the head band up out of the tray, which immediately withdrew back into the cube. The circlet was made of something that felt like rubber, but much more durable, I suspected. I thought about stopping here, and packing this weird machine up and throwing it out, but something made me put the band over my head.

It fit like it was made for me. There was another noise from the cube, and I could have sworn I heard that distinctive Playstation music before everything went black.

*

I was standing in the strangest place I've ever been. It was night, and I was on a dirt street. There were ramshackle buildings all around me, garishly illuminated by a multitude of neon signs. They were dilapidated houses, I realised after a moment, that looked thrown together from scrap material. Oddly dressed people wandered by, none of them paying me any mind.

Well, one man did; a burly black guy with arms the size of my legs. He glared at me as he approached from up the street. One of his arms looked different, somehow, as if it was... a machine gun?

Fuck me drunk, was that Barrett? Hard eyes in a hard face drilled into me as he came closer, until he was standing over me, looming.

"Hurry up, Cloud! Get the fuck inside!" He ordered roughly.

What? Cloud? I looked down at myself. Heavy black boots adorned my feet, while the rest of me was clad in some kind of tight purple suit. A spiked pauldron occupied my left shoulder, and some kind of metal armlet my right forearm, but my arms were otherwise bare and taut with lean muscle. A heavy weight on my back told me I was carrying a large weapon. I didn't need to see it to know what it was.

Holy shit! I'm actually in the game! And I'm Cloud! With a huge grin, I touched my own body, running my hands over my arms and chest, feeling the sharp spikes on the pauldron. It all felt solid and real. I felt solid and real.

Barrett eyed me critically. "You can feel yourself up on your own time. We're not gonna wait for ya!" He threatened as he turned and headed for a large building on my left. A neon sign in pink and yellow above the door read: "Seventh Heaven."

*Do you find the experience satisfactory thus far, Jake?*

Dianne was talking to me inside my head somehow. Satisfactory did not even begin to cover it. I was floored. I was actually standing inside my favourite fucking video game, and it was real right down to the smells of cooking coming from nearby houses and the crunch of dirt beneath people's boots!

I said as much to Dianne, and she responded with: *This is just the beginning, Jake. Would you like to remain here, at this point in the game, or would you like to move to another place and time?*

*Here is fine,* I told her. *If I'm right, then this is near the start of the game, just after the first AVALANCHE mission.*

*Correct,* Dianne confirmed. *If you would like to follow the story, feel free to step into the inn. Any modifications you wish to make to the environment, just ask me.*

*Will do,* I replied as I crossed the street and ascended the stairs. My body - Cloud's body - moved differently than mine. I felt strength and power that my real, unfit body had never known. I wondered what I looked like under these clothes?

I pushed the door open to see what I'd expected; the Seventh Heaven inn complete with its tables and chairs, the bar at the rear left of the room and the pinball machine off to the right. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes fell on the woman wiping down one of the tables nearby.

She was facing away from me as she worked, bent forward slightly. A skin-tight black skirt clung to her arse wonderfully, giving the briefest hint at smooth, pale cheek at the peak of long, fit legs. My cock twitched inside my pants as I watched.

She turned suddenly, dropping her cloth on the table. My mouth went dry as I took in Tifa Lockheart, not in some fantasy drawing or dirty comic, but standing right there before me, as real as could be, in a tight white top that left her flat belly bare. Her titanic breasts strained against the fabric as they were pushed together by the straps that ran from her skirt and up over her shoulders. How the hell was she supposed to do any fighting with a chest like that?

I knew in my rational mind that she wasn't actually real, but man, it was difficult to hold that thought for any length of time.

*It is as real as you want it to be, Jake,* Dianne said. *Your mind does not know the difference between what is actually happening and what is simulated. You may as well enjoy yourself.*

I really didn't have the will to argue.

"Hello, Cloud," Tifa said warmly. "It's good to see you again."

Christ, she was gorgeous. I'd seen plenty of fan art and whatnot, but in the 'flesh' was something else entirely. "Hi, Tifa," I found myself saying. "It's good to see you, too."

She smiled at that, and came closer. Her eyes were large, brown pools that threatened to pull me in and drown me. Her perfect, fine-featured face was framed by long, black hair that shifted like strands of silk as she moved.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said softly. "We have a lot of catching up to do. It's a shame Barrett is waiting downstairs."

"Fuck Barrett," I blurted without thinking as I raked my eyes over her body.

Tifa giggled. "Cloud, you're being so... direct. You're normally more reserved than this."

Uncharacteristic confidence welled up in me, and I spoke boldly. "When I see something I want, I got for it." Where were these words coming from? I'd never spoken to a woman like this in my life!

She bit her bottom lip and crept a little closer, until her prodigious chest was almost touching mine. With a small movement, I could be kissing Tifa Lockheart's plump lips.

"Go to the meeting," she whispered, gazing into my eyes. "Then come find me upstairs, okay?"

I grunted. That would not do. I was not going to sit through a boring meeting where Barrett yells at everyone, not when I could be here with Tifa.

*Dianne, can you pause the game?* I asked. Tifa froze immediately as my request was granted. Deathly silence assaulted my ears as all ambient noise ceased.

*What do you require, Jake?* Dianne enquired.

How do I say this without sounding like a total perv? Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound. *Can you make it so that Tifa and I can have some, uh, private time?*

I felt myself blushing, but refused to retract my request. I had never had a girlfriend, never even had a girl interested in me enough to hold my hand, so this wasn't something I wanted to miss out on.

*As you wish, Jake,* Dianne replied. *All non-player characters have been temporarily frozen. You and Tifa are now as alone as you can be within this world.*

A moment later, Tifa unfroze. In a heartbeat, I closed the gap between us and kissed her. She was taken aback, at first, but she didn't pull away. A second later, she was kissing me back and pressing her lush body against mine.

My hands roved over her slim waist, her back, her hips. I couldn't get my hands on those cannons beneath her tank top, but I had plenty of room to fill my palms with the luscious globes of her arse. She moaned into my mouth when I squeezed her bottom possessively, pulling her harder against me.

On a whim, I picked her up by her buttocks and put her down on the nearest table. She wrapped her long legs around my waist and began to pull at my shirt, tugging it up to untuck it from my pants. My sword belt was slanted across my chest, hampering her attempts at removing my shirt, but she unclipped it deftly and the heavy buster sword thumped to the wooden floor behind me as it fell off my back.

Next, she expertly undid the clip that fastened my pauldron to my shirt, kissing me all the while. Her lips were soft and moist; they felt wonderful. I slipped her suspenders off her shoulders before raising my arms to allow her to pull my shirt off.

I looked down at my bare chest. Man, I was ripped! My upper body looked chiselled from marble. Tifa groaned in desire and attacked my belt frantically while planting kisses along my collarbone. My head spun with desire and adrenaline. This was such a fucking rush!

It seemed to take an eternity, but it could only have taken a few seconds for Tifa to remove my belt and push my trousers down below my waist, freeing my aching cock from its confines. My eyes widened when I saw the size of it. Holy hell! It had to be eight or nine inches long! Also, Cloud either shaved or had never possessed any pubic hair, which only served to make the cock look bigger.

"Mmmm," Tifa purred lustily as she took my length in her hands. "There's the dick I missed so much."

I inhaled sharply as she began to stroke me. Clumsily, I kicked my boots off and stepped out of my pants. Tifa's hand never left my shaft.

"Alright," I growled, more turned on than I'd ever been in my life. "It's your turn, now." I seized her tank top at her neckline with both hands and pulled sharply, ripping it right down the middle. Tifa squealed in surprise, but never stopped jacking me.

Two huge, perfect tits bounced free of their prison, round and pale and capped by hard, pink nipples. Sensing what I wanted, she released my cock and leaned back on her hands so I could fondle those magnificent orbs.

In a display of dexterity, Tifa lifted her hips up and used one hand to push her skirt and panties down. Somehow, she managed to get them off without stopping me from exploring her tits. I bent forward and took a stiff nipple into my mouth, suckling on it greedily.

"Oh, Cloud!" She moaned. Her hand tangled in the hair on the back of my head and she thrust her chest further forward. Her other hand found my dick again, and then it was my turn to moan when I felt my cockhead come into contact with her pussy, smooth, hot and wet.

I groaned as she urged me forward, and the bulbous head of my raging prick slid inside her. My fucking god! I'd never felt anything this perfect before! Wanting more, I surged forward, burying myself completely in her molten depths.

"Fuck, yes!" Tifa breathed in my ear as my balls came to rest against her arse. I moved my head from her breasts and back up to her face. We kissed madly, overcome with passion. Oddly, there was something more than just pure lust firing inside me. I gazed into her dark eyes as I withdrew my cock until just the head remained inside her.

An eternity seemed to pass as she waited for me to fill her again. Memories that weren't my own flashed through my head, of Tifa and I growing up together, of us learning to fight, going to school, sneaking off for late night kisses.

Those had to be Cloud's memories, but I was feeling them as if I had lived them. Powerful emotion washed through my body, making my chest ache. I was feeling love for Tifa, but was it my love, or Cloud's?
Making a mental note to ask Dianne later, I bucked my hips and made the delicious journey back into the first pussy I'd ever fucked.

The fact that it wasn't actually a real woman didn't bother me. Dianne had been absolutely right; my mind really couldn't tell the difference anyway. Not with technology this good.

I began to fuck with earnest, my body on fire with energy. Tifa lay back on the table, her hands gripping the edge above her head. I looked down in awe at her perfect body. The way her tits bounced on her chest with our rhythm was almost enough to make me cum already. I groaned as I watched my oversized cock sawing in and out of her bald pussy, slick and glistening with her juices.

The table rocked as we fucked, and the sound of our skin slapping together filled the bar room.

"Fuck me, Cloud!" Tifa cried, bucking her hips back at me. Her feet were locked behind me, pulling me forward insistently. My hands seized her tits and held them firmly while I fucked her with the full strength and power of Cloud's body.

"Cum in me, baby!" Tifa's face and upper chest were flushed with her arousal. I gave her what she wanted. The vinegar strokes approached quickly. I threw my head back and roared to the sky as my balls lifted and tightened. Hot jets of cum fired forth into Tifa's sweet cunt, quickly filling her and forcing its way back out to drip down over my balls and onto the floor.

I fell forward, abandoning my hold on Tifa's tits to brace myself on my hands. She lay beneath me, breathing hard, gazing up at me like I was the only thing she cared about in the entire world. Emotion surged through me again, and I kissed her tenderly, lowering my body until it rested atop hers.

My cock was still hard and firmly seated in her tight pussy. I lost myself in the feel of Tifa beneath me for some time. The world - both simulated, and the real world - faded away until it was just the two of us in existence.

We made love - and fucked - many more times. I seemed to have unlimited supplies of sexual energy and enthusiasm. I fucked her on the bar, then sat in a chair while she knelt between my legs and massaged my cock with her epic tits. I bent her over a table and fucked her from behind while I smacked her perfect arse. I came on her chest, her face, her arse, her pussy, and she always asked for more.

It was tempting to lose myself completely in this fantasy, but I reserved a small corner of my mind for reality. At the end of it all, this was a simulation, no matter how fun it was.

***

When I finally pulled the headband from my head, I was back in my crappy apartment, sitting on the floor with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. My pants felt wet from where I'd blown my load countless times.

"How do you feel, Jake?" Dianne asked from her place on the floor next to the TV.

"Fucking incredible!" I breathed. "I had no idea this technology existed!"

"It doesn't," Dianne said. "At least, not to most of the world."

I got to my feet with the intention of changing out of my wet boxers. "Who developed it?"

"That information is classified at this time," Dianne answered flatly.

I grunted as I pulled out the waistband of my shorts. Sure enough, I was a mess down there. I must've cum three or four times as much as I normally do. My pubes were matted with jizz. "Figures," I said idly in response to Dianne. "Can you at least tell me why I was picked to test you?"

"You fit the profile, Jake," was Dianne's reply. "Someone young, with a keen mind and a proclivity for gaming, but also with a limited social spectrum. It would not do for word to get out prematurely, you understand."

I had to agree with that. Once available to the world, this tech would explode across the market. Figures they would pick a loner like me. "How many times will I be able to test you?"

"As many as you please until it is time for me to return," Dianne said.

Interesting. "Well I'm going to have a shower, Dianne," I announced as I headed for my poor excuse of a hallway.

"Very well, Jake," she said. "I will be here when you are ready for more testing."

Once in my telephone booth of a shower, I took some time to think. If this wasn't all some crazy dream, then the possibilities were endless! My mind threw up visions of me having sex with some - or all - of my adolescent fantasy girls. Lara Croft, Chun Li, Quistis, the list went on and on. What would they all look like, somehow rendered in a way that brought them to life?

My cock hardened again as my imagination ran rampant. Now that was something of a surprise. I had just blown like four loads, and I was already hard again? In fact, I was rapidly beginning to feel as if I hadn't cum in days.

What the hell?

Shaking my head, I stepped out of the shower and studied myself for a moment in the mirror above the sink. I sure looked the same, with my shock of brown hair matted to my head, and my ordinary face, round and slightly pudgy. My eyes were brown, too, almost a dead match with my hair. My body was the body of a gamer; pale and out of shape. Though I wasn't as bad as some of the massively fat gamers I've seen around, it probably wouldn't hurt me to lose ten or fifteen kilos and get rid of the spare tyre and man boobs.

My eyes dropped lower, to where my insistently hard cock jutted from my pelvis. I frowned at it. Was it a bit bigger than usual? I would never have won any contests before, but I could swear it was a fraction longer and thicker.

"You wish, London," I told myself wryly as I dried myself off. "It's a game machine, not a penis enlarger, no matter how advanced it may be."

I went back to my loungeroom, not bothering to put any clothes on. I would just mess them up with the next testing anyway. I did grab a fresh towel, however, to make cleaning up easier. I scooped up the headband from the ground and turned it over in my fingers. How did it communicate with my brain without any electrodes or rods like you see in the movies?

Excited to explore more of Final Fantasy VII, I fit the band on my head and got comfortable in my old and worn second-hand armchair. It wasn't much, but it was comfortable enough for gaming or watching TV.

As soon as I sat, Dianne spoke. "Would you like to continue your testing of the same game, Jake?"

"Yes, please," I answered. My cock twitched in anticipation. I sure hoped there weren't any cameras inside Dianne. That would be somewhat embarrassing. "Though I have some questions, first."

"Of course, Jake. Ask."

"Why am I so sexually energised?" I enquired. "I must have had five or six orgasms in the game, and I feel ready to go again already. Is that normal?"

"This is early testing, Jake," Dianne replied. "There is no current benchmark for 'normal.' I expect that your brain is responding rather well to the stimulus provided by the software, and so your body is reflecting. Remember, this is total immersion technology."

"Will this cause me any damage?" I asked, concerned for the health of my junk.

"I have detailed files on human anatomy," Dianne said. "And it is my prerogative to ensure you maintain your health while testing me. I would immediately cancel any process that could cause you physical or mental harm."

Well, that was good. If she was telling the truth. I had more questions, but my horny brain wanted to get back in the game. I fit the headband back around my skull. "I'd like to skip ahead to the part of the game where the team arrives in Costa Del Sol for the first time."

"Very well, Jake." Dianne said. There was a whirring noise, and then my vision darkened to black.

*

I became aware of the sun first, bright and glaring. I closed my eyes against it but the intense rays turned the backs of my eyelids bright red. I'd never been a big fan of the outdoors; I burned too quick, and I didn't like bugs and shit. I was lying down on some sort of sun lounge, shirtless and clad in tight swim trunks. A fresh ocean breeze blew across my skin, cutting through the steamy tropical heat, and the smell of salt and coconut oil was in the air.

My eyes gradually adjusted to the light and I turned my head to the right and left to see an empty sun lounge on each side of mine, though each one had a towel on it, marking it as occupied. Sitting up, I looked around the beach of Costa Del Sol. It was pretty much how I imagined it would be. Clean white sand, crystalline blue water, scantily dressed people with taut, fit bodies walking or frolicking in the waves or suntanning on the sand.

My eyes suddenly fell on two stunning beauties emerging from the ocean. One was slender and of average height, her long dark hair slicked back. A bikini like I'd never seen before graced her tight body. Two thin, red straps ran from her crotch to her shoulders, crossing her pert breasts and only just barely covering her nipples. I couldn't see the back, but I could imagine her arse was split down the middle by the bikini.

I always knew Aerith would look spectacular in the flesh, but this was something else! I stiffened inside my swim trunks.

The other girl was none other than Tifa, sporting a matching bikini but in dark blue rather than red. Her massive boobs bulged from the pressure of the straps, and her outer pussy lips were visible on either side of the blue material running over her crotch.

People stopped and stared as the two beauties made their way toward me. No few of the men gave me envious looks. Some of the women gave me considering ones.

"You're awake!" Aerith said happily when she got close enough. Her face was stunning, with large, startlingly blue eyes, a petite nose and a mouth that looked used to smiling a lot.

Desire thumped in me as I looked her over. Her thighs were long and smooth, her belly flat, her breasts just a perfect handful. "I am," I replied warmly. "How was the water?"

"Wonderful!" Tifa replied, shaking her hair back and lifting her arms up so she could wring water from her dark tresses. My mouth went dry as I watched her make this simple task look maddeningly arousing.

"You fell asleep," Aerith said to me. "So, we let you nap while we played in the water." Her eyes flicked down to my crotch, where she could no doubt see the outline of my erection. "Um, Cloud?" She said, blushing and looking away. "Your, um, poking out."

I looked down, and sure enough, the head of my prick was protruding from the leg of my trunks. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Sorry, Aerith!" I tried to tuck it back inside, but failed. I knew Tifa wouldn't care, but Aerith might not be so comfortable.

Wait... Couldn't I just change that if I wanted?

*Dianne? Can you make this into a nude beach, and make sure Aerith and Tifa are comfortable with it?*

*Done,* came Dianne's immediate reply. A moment later, the clothing from everyone on the beach vanished, and nobody batted an eyelid except for me. Aerith stood completely naked before me, unashamed and content. Her pussy was as bald as Tifa's, and I couldn't wait to taste it.

Time seemed to slow down. *Is there anything else you'd like at this time, Jake?* Dianne asked.

You're damn right there was. *I'd like to make love to Aerith and Tifa!*

*I'm afraid I cannot make that happen at this time, Jake,* Dianne replied.

*What do you mean?* I demanded. *You did it before!*

*Those circumstances were different,* Dianne explained. *Cloud and Tifa are romantically intertwined in this game. It was well within reasonable bounds to create the space for the two of you to make love without breaking the A.I. of Tifa's character. Aerith, however, while romantically interested in Cloud, is well aware of the feelings between Cloud and Tifa, and does not wish to act on her feelings unless Cloud becomes available.*

*Huh,* I grunted back at Dianne, disappointed.

*But just because I cannot make it happen,* Dianne added after a moment. *Does not mean you cannot.*

Hope fluttered in my perverted heart. *Please explain!*

*In this world, you have access to Cloud's confidence, his mind, and his body,* Dianne said. *Perhaps there is a way for you to get what you desire, if you are clever enough.*

Well, if there was a chance, I was willing to take it. *Anything else I should know?*

*Nothing that can be revealed at this time. Good luck, Jake. I will be available for any changes you wish to make that are within the rules.*

Time returned to normal speed, and Aerith gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth. She pointed at my groin, wide-eyed. "Cloud! You're hard!"

Tifa chuckled. "It's alright, Aerith, it happens sometimes to men on nude beaches." Tifa winked at me as she moved to take the sun lounge on my right. She lay down face up, her glorious body fully available to my hungry eyes.

"Sorry, Aerith," I said. "With two such beautiful women with me, what chance do I have?"

Aerith blushed and made for her own sun lounge, but she chose to lie face down instead of up. I finally got a good look at her arse. It was actually a little bigger than I thought it would be, the cheeks looking plump and round on her slender frame. My cock hardened further.

I had to figure out a way to get Aerith and Tifa interested in each other - and me! - if I wanted to experience my first threesome. I racked my brain, but I had zero experience with girls except for my one night with Tifa. How the hell did one go about getting two girls into bed, anyway? Christ, it was hard to think when I was this horny.

Tifa interrupted my furious pondering. "Cloud? Could you please put some more lotion on me?"

I was out of my chair in a second, my cock waving obscenely in the air. Sensing movement on my left, I looked over at Aerith. Had she just been watching me? Regardless, her head was turned away now.

There was a bottle of lotion next to Tifa's chair, which I scooped up. "Make sure you get all of me, okay?" She said coyly as she reached up to grab the top of the sun chair, giving me full access to her epic body.

I squirted some oil on my hands and straddled her, taking most of my weight on my legs, but letting my butt and balls rest against her belly, and my cock between her tits. She giggled at the contact. I started with her arms, then moved down to her shoulders and upper chest. It wasn't long before my hands were back on her breasts, applying slick oil to the soft, creamy mounds.

"Mmmm," Tifa purred, smiling. Her eyes were closed, but they opened as I pressed her tits together into a slippery tunnel around my cock. Unable to help myself, I began to thrust slowly, loving the way her soft skin caressed my sensitive flesh.

"Cloud!" She hissed. "Not here! Aerith might see!" Despite her words, though, she didn't move to stop me.

Indeed, Aerith did look over, then. Her eyes widened as she saw what we were doing. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise... I think I'll go back to the hotel." She pushed herself up off the sun lounge and bent to grab her towel.

Tifa looked a little embarrassed, and opened her mouth to say something, but I jumped in. "Aerith, wait!"

She paused, then turned to face us, folding her arms beneath her breasts. I remained where I was, my meat sandwiched between Tifa's tits. Aerith's eyes flicked down, betraying her.

Maybe this would be easier than I thought. I got up, reluctantly leaving Tifa. "Why are you going?" I asked Aerith. She was so fucking beautiful, standing there in the sunlight, wearing not a stitch.

"You like him, don't you?" Tifa said before Aerith could answer. It wasn't a question.

Aerith hung her head. "I'm sorry! I know you two are involved somehow, but I can't help it! There's just something about you, Cloud. I'm so embarrassed!" She put her face in her hands, miserable.

I looked down at Tifa, unsure what to do. The busty fighter rose from her chair and immediately went to Aerith. I stood and watched as Tifa put comforting arms around her friend. Aerith leaned into the hug.

I tried to ignore the fact that two gorgeous, naked women were hugging right in front of me. I failed. I decided to go out on a limb. "Aerith, do you believe that it's possible to love more than one person?"

Tifa shot me a sharp look, but I held up a finger, forestalling her from saying anything just yet. She held her tongue, but her eyes glittered dangerously.

Why on earth was Tifa upset with me? If anything, she should be jealous of Aerith, shouldn't she?

Aerith lifted her head from Tifa's shoulder. "I don't know," she said after a moment. She looked so vulnerable all of a sudden. I felt a sudden spike of compassion, and no small amount of guilt. Here I was, playing with this new toy like a kid in a candy store, yet it still felt like I was dealing with real live people, with hearts and hopes and dreams.

Cloud's own feelings for Aerith surfaced, then, and I realised that he actually did love both women. "Tifa, Aerith," I began as bravely as I could. "I think you are both amazing and strong and downright sexy. I have feelings for both of you, and that's just how it is. Tifa, I understand if you want to call things off between us now."

Now I was the one feeling vulnerable. What a turnaround. Both women now stood side by side and studied me as if I'd just grown horns. My valiant cock wilted under their scrutiny. Long moments passed, then they turned to each other.

"What should we do?" Tifa asked the slightly shorter woman. "I can't say I'm completely okay with what he said, but I do love him."

Aerith nodded. "I can't deny how I feel about him, but how do you feel about me? I want you to know that I would rather leave altogether than try and disrupt what you two have."

Tifa smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Aerith, but I don't think I want you to leave. I can't believe I'm saying this, but if you're important to Cloud, you're important to me."

Aerith beamed. "I think you're pretty amazing, you know, Tifa. The way you fight, your big heart, your passion. You inspire me to be stronger." She threw her arms around Tifa, hugging her fiercely. Tifa returned the hug.

What. The. Fuck. Somehow the women had just formed a bond, and a strong one, at that.

I shook myself out of the daze caused by what was transpiring. *Dianne! Can you get rid of everyone on the beach except for Tifa, Aerith and me?*

*As you wish, Jake.*

Sure enough, people began to leave the beach immediately, until a minute later, it was just me and the women. Aerith and Tifa didn't seem to notice; they were still embracing fully.

Tifa pulled back a little, so she could look Aerith in the eye. "Do you want him?"

Aerith reddened, but nodded bashfully. "I've never... you know. But I'd love to, with him."

My cock resurrected itself as Aerith's eyes fell on me. "Tifa?" I asked, addressing my lover. "Are you sure about this?"

Tifa thought for a moment, then nodded. "I am," she said with a smile. "Aerith and I understand each other, I think."

Aerith nodded eagerly. "I think so, too." She went all bashful again, and put her lips close to Tifa's ear. I didn't hear what she said, but it was Tifa's turn to blush.

*Dianne? What did Aerith just say to Tifa?* I asked hurriedly.

Dianne replied immediately. *She said: I've never thought about girls much, but feeling your body like this makes me all tingly.*

I took a deep breath. This was going much better than expected. I tried to think back to what I'd said that had made the difference, but logical thought was eluding me. Aerith left Tifa's arms and came towards me. I shot Tifa one last look, and her smile said: go for it.

Rounding the sun chair, I gathered Aerith into my arms and captured her lips with my own. She was uncertain, at first, but soon melted into my embrace, her tongue dancing with mine as our passion mounted.

I explored her slender body thoroughly. I ran my hands all over her back, her hips, the curves of her arse. She sighed when I squeezed those plump globes. My cock was now back to its former glory and pressed in between our bodies.
I sensed movement, and opened my eyes to see Tifa laying a towel down in the sand behind Aerith. She winked at me as she settled down in a sun chair nearby, watching us make out. She spread her legs to show me her cunt, and lightly ran the fingers of one hand over her smooth lips while her other cupped a full breast, squeezing gently.

Aerith pulled her mouth away from mine. "Make love to me," she breathed.

Needing no further encouragement, I laid her down on the towel Tifa had so kindly arranged and settled myself on top of her. Aerith turned her head to see Tifa playing with herself. Her eyes widened and I feared the worst, but she bit her lip and shivered beneath me, lifting her hips in desire.

"Do you like watching her?" I whispered in Aerith's ear. Aerith's gaze came back to me and she nodded. Her beautiful face was flushed with arousal. Her hips were rising and falling repeatedly, now, and my cock was resting on her mound. I could feel her heat on the underside of my aching rod.

Aerith reached between us and took hold of me. Her eyes locked onto mine as she angled me down and pressed me against her smooth lips. She was so wet I immediately began to slip inside. Her arms and legs locked around me and she whimpered as I began to forge my way into her virgin pussy.

Thinking she might need me to go slower, I pulled back a little, but she forced me back in a forward direction with her feet on my buttocks. Slowly but surely, I penetrated her sweet, tight channel until my balls were against her arse.

"Are you alright?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she said softly.

"Does it hurt?"

She shook her head slightly. "Not really, but give me a minute, okay?"

I did as she asked and busied myself with kissing and nibbling her neck and ear as she adjusted to having a cock inside her.

Soon enough, her hips began to move against me. I took the cue and started to thrust gently. She was so tight, I feared I would cum too quickly, until I remembered that I didn't seem to have an orgasm limit in this world.

I dimly heard moaning, and I looked over to see Tifa writhing on the lounge as she came, two fingers buried deep in her snatch and her other hand pinching a hard nipple. My cock flexed as I watched. Between her and Aerith, I was about as stimulated as a man could possibly be.

I continued to fuck Aerith, and she grew more comfortable by the second. She was growing more vocal, too, moaning into my ear as her passion mounted.

That feels so good!" She cried softly. "Keep going! Keep doing that! You're going to make me cum!"

She wasn't the only one about to cum. My balls were threatening to boil over any second, and Aerith's pussy was getting tighter as she got more excited. Somehow, I managed to hold out, and soon Aerith was uttering a low, drawn out groan as her body began to shake. She bucked against me sporadically, and her fingernails dug into my back painfully, which was actually enjoyable.

I hit my limit, then, and began to shoot off inside her. It was my most powerful orgasm of the day so far. My vision darkened, and spots appeared at the corners of my eyes as I grunted my way through it. I held onto my lover for a few moments, then rolled off to the side, breathing hard.

"That was intense," I muttered when I could speak again.

"Was it alright?" Aerith asked hesitantly.

"It was amazing," I told her honestly, turning to look at her. She was watching me, uncertainty painting her pretty features.

"You should've seen you two," Tifa said from the sun lounge on the other side of Aerith. She was facing us, perched on the bottom edge of the chair and looking down at us lying on the sand. "It was the most beautiful and sexy thing I've ever witnessed."

Aerith blushed like the sun above, and I smiled at Tifa, grateful for her flexibility at letting me be with another woman. Tifa was the one for me, I knew that now. Perhaps there was room in our lives for Aerith, too.

Wait. That wasn't my thought. Aerith dies in the near future, so there was no point making future plans.

*Aerith dies? How do you know? Who are you?*

That voice was definitely not Dianne's... Was Cloud speaking inside my head? Not even wanting to broach the existential issue of living inside someone else's head, I walled him off into a corner of my mind. The presence faded instantly.

I'll deal with that later, I told myself as I focused back on the girls. For now, Jake London the loser was experiencing life beyond he'd ever thought possible, and he intended to keep doing it.

Aerith sat up and leaned over me. She kissed me lovingly. "Thank you for making my first time so wonderful," she whispered, touching my face.

I smiled up at her and pulled her over so she was lying on top of me. "Thank you," I countered. "For trusting me."

She bit her lip, an incredibly attractive sight. "Should we do it again?" She shifted her weight, and suddenly my cock was once against resting at her entrance.

Tifa knelt down beside us, then. "Mind if I join, this time?"

Aerith and I turned as one to regard her, on her knees in the sand. Her thighs were apart, exposing her glistening pink lips. Aerith nodded shyly.

With a grin, Tifa reached down and took hold of me. Aerith received the unspoken message and moved backward, impaling herself on me. We both groaned at the sensation.

Aerith sat up, bracing herself with her palms on my chest. She turned her head to Tifa, and the two women kissed. I moaned as I watched their lips clash passionately. Tifa palmed one of Aerith's breasts as they made out while Aerith rode me.

I reached behind Tifa and squeezed one of her full arse cheeks. She groaned appreciatively into Aerith's mouth when my fingers slipped lower and caressed the wet folds of her sex.

Not satisfied with my fingers, Tifa moved and threw a long leg over my head, then lowered her sweet snatch down onto my face. I greedily dove in, attacking her with my lips and tongue. I couldn't see what the two women were doing above me, but I had the feeling they were kissing and touching one another.

I lost myself for a long time in the passionate three-way. The sun dipped lower and lower, until eventually it disappeared, leaving us writhing together in the moonlight, naked and sweating in the tropical heat.

*

When I came back to the real world, my lower half was a gooey mess. There was cum everywhere. All over my stomach, my thighs, my junk. How could I be producing this much cum? The day with Tifa and Aerith had been beyond my wildest dreams. After fucking the girls once each, Tifa had then begun to show Aerith the best ways to pleasure me using her mouth, breasts, thighs... The girls had also played with each other plenty, providing a visual feast I would never forget.

Glad I thought to bring the towel to the lounge with me, I began to clean up.

"Your body is quickly adjusting to the technology," Dianne said, answering my unspoken question. "Much faster than anticipated."

"Wait, what?" I asked sharply, my hand frozen on my belly where I'd been wiping up my jizz.

"Due to the immersive nature of your experiences," Dianne explained. "You are undergoing some physical changes that reflect the effect on your unconscious."

"What changes?" I demanded, sitting forward and glaring at the black cube on the floor. "Are you doing something to my brain, here?"

"In a way, yes," Dianne admitted. "Though it is nothing harmful. In fact, it is beneficial to you. Your mind and your body will likely be greatly improved once the testing is complete."

"How so?" I tensed, not sure if I liked where this was going. I wasn't happy with my body in its current state, but that didn't mean I wanted any 'alterations' done!

"When you first met Tifa," Dianne began. "Did you not feel an overwhelming sense of confidence? Was that not out of character for you, Jake?"

Dianne had a point. Confidence around women was not my forte. "I would put that down to excitement and adrenaline from experiencing the game as I was," I countered stubbornly, not wanting to concede.

"Perhaps," Dianne said. "What about your penis and testicles? Already they are larger than they were earlier this morning, if only by a millimetre or two."

Panicked, I covered myself with my hands. "You can see me?! Have you got cameras inside you or something?"

"No, Jake, I cannot see you in the traditional sense," Dianne replied. I relaxed a little, relieved. "I do, however, get a full and complete reading of your physical condition every time you wear the headpiece."

"Right," I muttered. "Of course, you do. How is any of this even possible?"

"It is the neural network technology at play," Dianne explained. "As the neural net in your brain makes changes, your body adapts. You assumed Cloud's form, his consciousness, for a time, and so some aspects of him are now part of you. I must say that you are extremely receptive, Jake. I did not expect results so fast."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I yelled in alarm. "My body and personality are changing to match Cloud's?"

"No, that is inaccurate," Dianne said. "You have merely assimilated some of Cloud's make-up into your own consciousness. You are still you, just with... additions. Already you are producing much more semen, and you no longer experience a refractory period after orgasm. I must say, the data I am collecting on you is rather fascinating."

I reddened at her clinical reference to the size of my loads. "Where is this data going?" I demanded. "Who gets access to it?"

"Only the company that created me," Dianne answered. "It is kept in strictest of confidence, I can assure you. You are a pioneer of a new frontier of technology, Jake. You should consider yourself important to our research."

"Yeah, right," I grumbled under my breath. Oh well, I was in now. Perhaps I should've thought more carefully about this before diving right in. I suddenly became aware that it was quite dark in my flat. "Shit, what time is it?"

"It is five p.m.," Dianne intoned.

"Fuck!" I bellowed. "I've been in there for like seven hours!"

"Yes, Jake. I was actually about to suggest you have something to eat. It's important that you maintain your strength."

Lucky I didn't have work today. I would have missed my shift altogether. "I've got nothing here to eat," I moaned. My stomach growled as if it were suddenly aware I hadn't eaten all day. "I'd order in, but I'm broke, as usual. I'll have to hit the shops."

"I think you'll find that won't be necessary," Dianne said as I got up from my chair.

"What do you mean?" I asked warily, looking askance at the metal box.

"Check your bank account, Jake," Dianne suggested. "I think you'll find there's enough in there to order your dinner."

Not waiting to hear any more, I shambled to my room and plonked down in my computer chair. I fired up my rig and waited impatiently for it to boot to Windows. While I waited, I cast my eyes over the shelf full of games mounted on the wall above my monitor. I found myself wondering what these would be like when run through Dianne.

Baldur's Gate... Imoen and Jaheira and Viconia, plus all the others... What would they be like, naked and willing to please me?

Diablo... Not much sexiness there, except may Gillian the barmaid... Who knows? Maybe she's a total minx.

Half-Life... Not much going on there, either. Great game, though.

Doom? Definitely not. Quake? Same as Doom for all the titillation it offered. I wondered what it would be like to actually play as Doom Guy and slaughter mobs of monsters. Could be quite fun, actually. What if I got hurt, or killed in the game, though? Would I die? Dianne said she would make sure I didn't come to harm, but how far could she be trusted?

Final Fantasy VIII? Now there was some potential. Quistis, Selphie, Rinoa, Edea... That could be really fun.

The Windows 98 theme music brought me out of my reverie. Logging in, I quickly opened Explorer and went to my bank's site. I punched in my ID number and password, and my breath caught when I saw the balance displayed on the screen.

Jake London Transaction Account: $2,013.46

I'd only had $13.46 in there yesterday, and I hadn't yet been paid from DP Games this week. Where had the two grand come from? Dianne? But how?

I checked the transaction description, but it simply read: "Miscellaneous transfer," which told me nothing.

"What's the deal?" I demanded of Dianne once I returned to the living room.

"The company is compensating you for your time, Jake," she said. "Funds will be allocated to you during testing to account for any expenses you may incur."

"Huh," I grunted. "And how much are we talking, here?" Already I was thinking about what I could do with the money. Two G's was more than I made in a month, usually.

"That is decided by the company," Dianne answered. "The frequency of, and the amount of each deposit may vary, and I do not have access to more information on this topic."

"I suppose I shouldn't complain," I said under my breath. "I need the cash."

"Due to the stress your body has undergone today," Dianne began. "I suggest strongly that you arrange yourself a sufficient meal."

My stomach growled again. "Good point," I agreed. I grabbed my phone and punched in the number of my favourite pizza joint down the road. In no time, I'd ordered a pepperoni in the biggest size they had available.

While I waited for it to arrive, I showered again. Oddly, my muscles were aching as if I'd been working out and had a build-up of lactic acid. I winced as I rolled my shoulders. Bloody hell, If this is how sore I was now, what would tomorrow be like? Was this more of the change that Dianne mentioned before?

By the time I finished my shower and dried myself, I was in so much pain I had to hobble back to my armchair. No sooner had I settled myself in than there was a knock on the door.

Fuck. With no small effort, I pushed myself up again and shuffled to the front door, where a pretty girl in a cap was waiting with one of those hot bags balanced on her arm.

"Pizza for Jake?" She had a high voice, and a dazzling smile. I put her at eighteen or nineteen. She had big brown eyes and long lashes. Her nametag read: "Debbie."

"Yep, thanks," I said with a pained grunt as I pushed the security door open for her.

"Are you alright?" Debbie asked as she tore open the velcro on the pizza bag.

I nodded as I leaned against the doorframe. "Sore from the gym," I lied.

"Ah," she said knowingly. "That'll do it." She eyed me up and down briefly. "Just out of the shower, then?"

I looked down at myself and realised I was clad only in my towel, which was not a very large piece of cloth. "Shit, sorry, Debbie!" I said quickly. "I totally forgot! I'm not a creep, I promise!" I grabbed the knot in the towel to hold it in place, just in case.

Debbie's laugh tinkled in my ears. It was a lovely sound. "All good, Jake," she said good-naturedly. "I don't think you're a creep." She handed me the huge box containing my dinner. The smell was delicious. "Besides," she added. "The view isn't bad."

Fuck. Did she just hit on me? I almost dropped the pizza. "Uh, thanks," I said awkwardly. "Well, I guess I'll see ya." Not knowing what else to do, I began to retreat back into my lair.

"Uh, Jake?" Debbie chuckled as I went to close the door. "That'll be fifteen ninety-five."

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed, pushing the door back open. "One second!" I hurried inside, dropped the pizza on the bench and grabbed my wallet. I fished out my card and handed it to Debbie, who promptly put it through her machine. She eyed me intently as I punched in my PIN. With the empty pizza bag now hanging in her hand, I got a better view of her body.

I couldn't be sure due to her baggy shirt, but I was willing to bet that Debbie had a rather impressive rack under there. She also appeared to possess nice, round hips and a full arse, which is just the way I liked girls.

"Thanks again," I said as I handed her machine back.

"Pleasure," she replied with a giggle. Before I could ask what was funny, I followed her eyes down to my waist, where an insistent bulge pushed against the front of my towel.

I flushed red as a beet. "I'm so sorry," I mumbled. "It's got a mind of it's own lately. I'd better go." Without waiting for her to say goodbye, I pulled the security screen closed and then shut the main door.

"Fuck!" I yelled at my wayward dick. "When are you going to go down? How am I going to go to work tomorrow without getting arrested, or fired?" Disgruntled to say the least, I stomped over to the kitchenette bench and flung open the lid of my pizza box. The smell of hot cheese and garlic and pepperoni assaulted my nostrils, making my mouth water.

I felt like I hadn't eaten for a week. I was halfway through the first slice in moments, the piece so big I had to fold it in half to cram it in my mouth.

Another knock came from the door, rattling the security screen. Who the hell could that be? I decided to ignore it and focus on eating, but after minute another knock sounded, more insistent.

With half a piece of pizza in hand, I walked over and pulled the door open to see Debbie there, my debit card in hand. I awkwardly held my free hand over my crotch to spare the poor girl.

"You forgot this, Jake," she said. "Or, I should say, I forgot to give it back to you." Her eyes flicked down to my hand, then back to my face.

"Thanks," I said around the mouthful I was chewing. "I didn't even realise." I wanted to pull the security door open for her, but I was in a bind. One hand held my pizza, the other covered my boner.

She seemed to sense my dilemma and laughed gaily. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh," she explained. "But this is like a scene from a comedy movie or something."

I saw her point, and my own sense of humour was triggered. I chuckled. "I imagine it is. At least my towel hasn't come off."

She said something under her breath that sounded like: "Half my luck," but I must have misheard her.

Reaching over, I balanced the piece of pizza on the back of my armchair and wiped my hand on the towel. It probably wasn't the smoothest move in front of a pretty girl, but there you have it.

I took the card she offered. Our fingers brushed accidentally and a spark seemed to course through my body. I saw the same feeling reflected in Debbie's dark eyes. Long moments passed between us, silent but charged.

"Well, I should go," she said finally. And reluctantly, I thought.

I nodded. "Yep, see ya next time." I mentally kicked myself for sounding so nonchalant, but I couldn't think of what else to say.

"Bye, Jake." I watched her walk away down the railed corridor. Her arse really was nice, especially the way those tight black pants moulded the ample cheeks.

Frustrated and confused, I locked up again and went back to my food. I ran over the day's events in my head, losing myself in thought. I looked down at the box a few minutes later with shock. I'd finished a whole family size pizza! I should have been vomiting from overeating, but I barely felt full!

I didn't go back to Dianne afterwards. My body hurt and I was still turning over my encounter with Debbie in my mind. I eventually fell into my bed and was asleep moments after my head hit the pillow.

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END OF CHAPTER ONE

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