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The moment people finally realized that parallel universes were not just fiction was truly grand. The news spread across the world in a matter of days. Some viewed it with caution, while others were filled with excitement and admiration.
One of those who admired it was Greg Swenson—back then, just a schoolboy who dreamed of visiting parallel worlds himself. It seemed like something magical and fantastical at the time. But ten years later, it had become a reality, and Greg, now a 22-year-old young man, met all the requirements—age, health, professional training. He was incredibly proud and happy when he found himself among the candidates. This was his chance—his childhood dream.
— New guy? — a mocking voice came from someone in the group.
Greg nodded uncertainly. The others didn’t seem to share his excitement. For them, this wasn’t their first time—it was just routine, nothing special. One guy, tall and with a grim expression, yawned lazily.
— Why are you shaking? It’s just a transfer. Nothing special.
— Did you think that way your first time too? — Greg shot back with a smile, trying to mask his nervousness with a bit of sarcasm.
— No, but at least I didn’t stare at the launch panel like it was a fucking Christmas miracle.
Everyone laughed, but not maliciously. It was just the way experienced people looked at a newbie who still had no idea what was coming.
A signal sounded.
— Swenson! You’re up.
Greg took a deep breath, glanced at the others one last time, and stepped into the transfer chamber.
…
When he opened his eyes, Greg realized his posture had changed. He had entered the chamber on his own two feet, but now he could feel his knees pressing against something hard while his hands rested on something soft yet cool to the touch. And he could feel something moving in and out of him… from behind? No, it wasn’t his ass—it was something else.
His body responded to the motion with a strange, unfamiliar wave of pleasure, pulsing with a heated tremor from within. He blinked, feeling long strands of hair tickling his bare shoulders. Something heavy swayed on his chest with each thrust, making him feel foreign in his own body...