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The computer hummed lazily, its fan sounding like it was about to take off. The room was filled with a dim twilight — only the screen’s light cut through the darkness, illuminating empty energy drink cans scattered across the table and piles of dirty clothes. Mike, lying on the bed, had his hand resting on his huge breasts, his fingers still slightly trembling after the strange wave of new sensations from the orgasm that had just overwhelmed him. He felt awkward about what he'd just done, but this body seemed to be pushing him towards such experiments.

On the screen in front of him, the 3D model of his character spun — a girl with huge tits, a slender waist, and an ass that even on the screen looked shamelessly provocative. Huge hips, snow-white hair, and that ridiculously tight underwear he’d picked just for fun, to “mess around.” It all looked like something out of a cheap music video, and now it was all him. Or, more precisely, her.

— Damn, I need to stop this, — Mike muttered, trying to ignore the bouncing of his tits that distracted him with every movement.

Sitting down at the chair, he once again felt his new "ass" practically bulging out of the sides. The armrests dug into his thighs, and this strange sensation became the final straw for his irritation.

— Fuck, — he grimaced, leaning his hands on the table. He wanted to get his body back as quickly as possible. In front of him, the character customization panel still hovered on the screen. He jokingly activated the "Add Tattoo" option, clicked on random choices, and snorted when he saw the phrases “No Risk” and “No Fun” appear on the model’s thighs.

— How stupid, — he mumbled, reaching for the undo button.

But at that moment, something pinched in his lower abdomen. A sharp, completely new urge hit him, making him jump to his feet.

— Ugh, what the hell... — he grabbed his stomach and realized he really had to pee.

Inadvertently standing up, Mike felt his breasts bounce along with him, and the thin fabric of the thong dug in so deeply that it not only caused discomfort but also some strange sense of shame.

— Fuck it, I’ll deal with it later, — he muttered, walking quickly toward the door. Every step came with an unfamiliar weight. His hips — those massive, soft weights — swayed traitorously, bumping into each other like two rebellious balls squeezed in the tight space of his panties. The fabric dug deeper with every move, and Mike, tripping over his own legs, grabbed the doorframe.

— Shaking like jelly... — he hissed through his teeth, feeling his nipples rub against the friction of the thin fabric top.

Mike, still clutching his stomach, rushed out of the room without thinking about being anywhere other than his apartment. But as soon as he stepped out, everything changed.

The hallway he found himself in was narrow and dirty. The walls, covered in peeling paint, reeked of dampness and mold. Somewhere far off, the sounds of the street could be heard — the hum of traffic, people yelling, music blaring from open windows. Mike froze in place, looking around. His eyes widened in shock.

— What the fuck? — he whispered, but his voice sounded completely different — high and soft, like a woman’s. He immediately grabbed his throat, feeling his fingers touch the still delicate skin.

— No, no, no, — he mumbled, trying to convince himself that this was still a game. But the sensations were now much more real than before. He could feel how his breasts swayed heavily with every move, how the fabric of his panties dug into his skin, how his hair slid softly down his back.

— This can’t be real, — he whispered, but even to himself, his words sounded unconvincing.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from around the corner of the hallway. Mike instinctively pressed himself against the wall, trying to hide, but it was too late. A man was standing there — tall, with rugged features, wearing a leather jacket and a cigarette in his mouth. His gaze swept over Mike's figure, and a smirk appeared on his face.

— Lexi, darling, — he said, his voice a mix of sarcasm and threat. — What the hell are you doing here? Out again?

Mike froze. He didn’t know how to respond. His brain refused to process what was happening.

— I... I didn’t... — he started, but the man cut him off.

— Shut up, — he said sharply, stepping closer. — You know how much I hate it when you disappear without a word.

Mike felt his heart start to race. He didn’t know who this man was, but he instinctively felt the danger.

— I... I just... — he tried to say something again, but the man was already too close.

— What, are you completely fucking stupid? — he hissed, grabbing Mike’s arm. His fingers dug into the skin, causing pain. — You think I don’t know where you go? You think I don’t see how you strut around in front of everyone?

Mike tried to pull away, but his new body was too weak. He could feel his hands trembling, his legs buckling.

— Let go of me, — he whispered, but his voice sounded more like a plea than a demand.

The man laughed.

— Oh, now you’re shy? — he pulled Mike closer, and Mike felt his body press against the rough leather jacket. — You know how much I like it when you play innocent.

Mike felt his stomach churn. He couldn’t believe this was happening. This was supposed to be a game, a simulation, but everything felt too real.

— Please, — he whispered, but the man was already pulling him down the hallway.

— Let’s go, — he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. — You owe me today.

Mike tried to resist, but his body was too weak, and the fear burning inside him was too strong. He felt his legs move on their own, swaying his huge hips, following the man, his heart pounding in his chest.

They entered the apartment — small, dirty, with clothes scattered on the floor and empty bottles of alcohol. The man shoved Mike onto the couch, and he fell, feeling his breasts bounce from the impact.

— Alright, — the man said, taking off his jacket. — You know what to do.

Майк looked at him, not understanding what he was talking about.

— I... I don’t... — he started, but the man interrupted him.

— Shut up, — he stepped closer, and Mike felt his breath growing heavier. — You know what I like. Say it.

Mike didn’t understand what they wanted from him. He felt his body tremble, his mind refusing to process what was happening.

— Say it, — the man repeated, and there was a threat in his voice.

— Daddy... — Mike whispered, not understanding why he said it. But the words came out on their own, as if it was a habit.

The man smirked.

— That’s better, — he stepped even closer, and Mike felt his heart about to jump out of his chest. — Now show me how much you love me.

Mike understood what they wanted from him. He felt his body tighten with fear, his mind screaming for him to stop. But he couldn’t. He felt his body starting to react to the situation, and it made him feel a mix of shame and disgust. He didn’t want this, but Lexi's body seemed to know exactly what to do.

— I... I don’t want to... — he tried to say, already getting up from the couch and trying to push away the humiliating, growing desire, but Graeme interrupted him.

— You want to, — he smiled, and his hand slid down to Mike’s hips, gently caressing them. — You always want to.

Mike felt his legs go weak, and his head began to spin. He sank to his knees, feeling his thighs tremble, and his nipples brush against the rough fabric of the guy’s pants. His hands reached for the man’s belt, and at that moment, Graeme smiled, and his hand rested on Mike’s neck.

— Daddy... — he whispered again automatically, looking up and feeling his mouth fill with saliva as warmth spread in his stomach. His lips curved into a smile by themselves.

The man laughed.

— That's it, girl, — he squeezed his hand on Mike's head, and Mike felt his fingers dig into his hair as his hardened cock fell out of his pants and touched Lexi's nose. — You know how I like it.

Mike closed his eyes, trying to tune out what was happening. But he felt every touch, every sound, every smell. It was too real.

And he began.

His lips touched the skin, and he felt his body shrink in disgust and at the same time strong desire. He could not stop. Mike did not want this, feeling disgust, but Lexi craved and received true pleasure from every movement of the tongue, every sigh, every lick and especially when Graham controlled her.

And in that moment he realized that this was not a game. This was reality. And he was her - Lexi Sloot.

And his adventures were just beginning.