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Chapter 2 by QwertyuiopLito QwertyuiopLito

Whose normal day should we follow?

Karen, paranoic.

They were too average, too usual. Too normal.

Karen glanced nervously from face to face. She felt like a quivering rabbit under the gaze of a hawk. They weren't friendly, or sad, or apathetic, or anything. They were just... normal.

She first noticed it in yoga class. The teacher was getting railed by a janitor while giving a lesson to what was effectively an orgy. As Karen strained to duplicate a position, her tongue just grazing the tip of the cock, she farted loudly. She blushed and nearly lost her balance, cringing in advance of the laughter.

But the laughter never came. Everyone continued as if everything was normal. The faces in the room betrayed only an overpowering sense of normalcy. Cheryl's contortions of organic bliss, Craig's sweaty grunts of exertion. Normal.

Was there a gas leak? Karen's train of thought was interrupted as Tim's enormous cock slammed into her.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "That is massive!"

"Thanks," he said, straining to keep his leg aloft as he dragged his shaft up and down her belly.

"Eight... nine... ten," she finished and they collapsed into each other. She had just complimented her coworker's penis and his response was "thanks"? He was trying too hard. He was being too normal.

Everyone else followed the janitor and the teacher into the next position, but Karen stayed on the floor. She stared at the teacher, whose eyes were closed in the throes of passion. When they finally opened and locked with hers, she saw nothing but lust. Not a hint of confusion or doubt or discomfort.

Karen panicked and ran to the locker room. A couple of guys were spit-roasting a petite blonde in the first shower stall, so she darted into the second. What the fuck was that? It was like everyone could only do normal things around her. As if some weird mind control was keeping them from doing anything strange or out of the ordinary. Or maybe they were robots or clones or something.

She winced as Ted's semen splashed into her eye. "You asshole!" she yelled after him. When he just shrugged and twisted his wrist, wrenching orgasmic howls from Cindy, she knew she was right. She had just called Ted an asshole for no reason, and he had no reaction.

They were too normal.

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this chapter was written by SG, reposted and edited with permission

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