D.I.A.N.N.E. Ch. 01

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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