Chloe and Bud Bundy

Jessica's comment about Chloe screwing Bud gives you a great idea.

The canned laughter of the show suddenly turns into a deep, echoing distortion, like a record slowing down. The screen flickers with a jagged bolt of spectral static, and then the image stabilizes.

Chloe and Jessica both freeze, their coffee mugs halfway to their lips. On the screen, the familiar Bundy living room is the same, but the girl sitting next to Bud isn't an actress. It’s Chloe. She’s wearing a green plaid skirt and a very loose white blouse. The real Chloe drops her phone, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and a sick, rising thrill. "Jes... is that... is that me?"

On the screen, "TV-Chloe" turns to Bud. He starts his usual fumbling routine, but instead of the biting insult the audience expects, TV-Chloe reaches out and tilts his chin up. She leans in and kisses him—not a sitcom peck, but a deep, wet exchange that makes the real Chloe’s breath hitch.

"Oh my god," Jessica whispers, her face inches from the screen, her eyes dancing with a predatory light. "Mack is a better director than Lisa, Chlo. Look at you. You look so... hungry."

The scene on the screen escalates with a graphic, supernatural speed. TV-Chloe reaches into Bud’s jeans. The audience’s "Oooooh" is replaced by the wet, visceral sound of a zipper. She fishes out his cock—which is far larger and more imposing than anything the show's censors would have ever allowed. TV-Chloe’s eyes go wide in a look of exaggerated, pornographic surprise before she leans down and takes him deep into her throat.

"Look at that technique, Chloe," Jessica teases, her hand finding Chloe’s thigh and squeezing hard. "I didn't know you were such a pro. Is that what you’re going to do for your fans?"

The "show" continues its brutal, erotic logic. Bud shoves TV-Chloe back onto the iconic brown sofa. He buries his face in her pussy, his head bobbing rhythmically. The real Chloe is vibrating now, her hand instinctively moving to her own crotch as she watches her double arch her back on the screen. He moves up between her legs and shoves is cock deep inside her, building up a rhythm that has her gasping in pleasure.

Then, TV-Chloe climbs on top. She straddles Bud, facing the camera—facing the real Chloe. She begins to ride him, her breasts bouncing, her face a mask of ecstatic submission.

Finally, she slides off to her knees. Bud reaches out, and the scene ends with a high-definition shot of him cumming across TV-Chloe’s face, the white heat of it looking terrifyingly real.

The screen snaps back to the regular episode. Bud is back to being awkward. The canned laughter returns, tinny and hollow.

I just saw myself... I just saw myself getting used like a porn star. And Jessica saw it. Mack saw it. I should be crying, I should be running out of the house, but my heart is beating so fast...

Jessica lets out a long, shaky breath, her eyes locked on Chloe. "So," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust. "Is that what we're 'testing' next? Because I've got to tell you, Chlo... after seeing that, I think I’m officially a fan of your brother's new 'confidence.' Maybe we should go tell him the good news."

Chloe finally recovers her voice. "There is NO way I would ever do that!"

Famous last words.