Liz has been preparing for this moment

In a bold motion, Liz walks straight up to you and places her hand on your crotch, feeling your slowly swelling bulge. "You must be Amy's infamous friend, John...or, as most of us have been calling you, the pollinator!" she says with an impish grin. "I've been wondering when I'd meet you. I didn't expect it to be right after my birthday, though..."

In another brave act, she takes the lead and leans up for a kiss, cradling your face.

"Pffft, as if!" laughs Amy.

As you accept Liz's tongue in your mouth, you find yourself becoming rock hard as she hums contentedly into your mouth.

"Oh yeah, Liz! I'll get the camera," Amy chimes in, as if remembering something.

Camera...?

You hear Amy rummaging briefly in a closet from behind you. As Liz breaks the kiss, you turn to see Amy handling a video camera with a tripod.

"Wow, it feels totally different on this side of it. I feel like I'm on fire," Liz says, taking your hands and putting them on her tits. "I didn't even think twice about getting naked, I thought I'd be able to draw that part out!"

Amy smiles at you. "I did tell you that my sister is a beewatcher, didn't I?"

As Liz playfully strokes your chest, you speak up with a rather perplexed expression on your face. "Beewatcher?"

Liz looks up at you, her arousal now becoming mixed with confusion. "You mean you don't actually know about beewatching?" she questions while leaning forward and mashing her chest against your hands, looking up at you comically.

Amy tilts her head curiously as she addresses you. "John, you do know that there are people who track your daily routine and sexual activity as a hobby, don't you? Like bird-watching. They call you the pollinator, after all, what with how you go from flower to flower and stuff. Man, this is like Chuck Norris learning about Chuck Norris jokes," she remarks with a laugh as she continues to set up the tripod.

"W-why?" you blurt out in a stutter, taken somewhat aback.

"Why not?" Liz parrots your question with a mischievous smile as she continues to press her breasts into you.

You're unable to come up with an answer for her...is this just another regular part of society in this reality? Is it really normal? Videos of you taking women's virginity left and right in public everywhere are floating around the internet, and it's completely normal...your mind is in a conflicted state of astonished bewilderment and sexual excitement at the idea of it. Charles didn't make any mention of this sort of thing happening...was it because even he and the doctor couldn't predict this kind of thing?

With the tripod's setup complete, Amy is now mounting the camera. Liz straightens up, wiggling impatiently. "Okay, John. It's taking everything I have not to fuck you on the spot, but this is important to me. I thought maybe I'd run into you at Amy's one day, so I'm going to use this chance to set an endurance record. Amy's going to record us having sex so I can share it with the beewatchers. I know that you're used to virgins finishing with you quickly, but I want you to bear with me. You might have noticed that some of the girls you've deflowered probably took their time with you. I want to beat them all."

As she peers at you with steely, determined eyes, you find your mind still running circles about the idea. You're just not sure what to think of her sharing sex videos of you on the net. "Um, don't I get a say about you sharing a sex-tape of me?"

"Are you actually worried? Why are you worried?" Liz asks with a pout, furrowing her brow. "It's not like some sort of taboo sex tape. No one will care but beewatchers and it's not like we haven't collected thousands of short videos of you penetrating virgins in malls or the subway already."

No one will care but beewatchers...

Liz's words remind you of your the societal modifier you chose, 2A, which was the most basic and barebones of the set; it involved the things you decided upon being as natural as breathing. With that in mind, the concept of these beewatchers actively following you and becoming so engrossed in something that is extremely normal to the rest of the world seems outlandishly bizarre and completely out of place, leaving you to assume that Charles and the doctor simply screwed up somewhere along the lines...

Yet, with a sudden epiphany, Charles' words echo in your mind, alerting you of the only possible explanation—

Remember, though, just because you select this or any other of these three doesn't mean everyone's gonna act as they outline. It'll just be the general majority. You might still end up with a few people who break societal norms, just like in the normal world.

—these beewatchers must be the sort of thing that he was talking about. While most people wouldn't blink an eye at you taking a girl's virginity or a well-endowed woman being used, there are people who will pay attention to such things and even get their kicks out of it, just like how people broke social norms in similar ways in your previous reality.

After realizing that and seeing things for what they really are, well...you're very, very turned on.

"Um, could you please play with my tits or fondle my butt or something?" Liz asks urgently, impatiently drawing circles on your chest with her fingertips. "I need you to keep me busy or I won't be able to hold back."

Tentatively, you bring a hand her her belly. Liz stands unnaturally still, watching you expectantly as you move your hand to caress a hip. Liz shivers, flinching a bit with her hands. "No, something more brazen, John. I know you're used to the girls doing most of the work, but I want to feel like you're getting me hot so that you can fuck me. Make me feel like I don't have to wait long," she says hoarsely.

Noticing your slight hesitation, Amy speaks up towards you. "Do her this favor, would you, John? She's been talking about this for a while. She'll only have this one chance, you know," she explains as she fiddles with the camera which is pointed at you. "Oh, did you two want anything to drink?"

Liz doesn't respond, her eyes fixed manically on you. Feeling obligated, you bring a hand to her lightly furry snatch, and push a finger between her lips. "OH!" Liz exclaims with a smile. "Better, better! Uh, yeah, water will be fine, Amy!"

"John?" Amy asks, shifting her gaze towards you.

"Um...how about a beer?" you say slowly, not entirely sure how they would respond to such a thing. To your relief, Amy gives you a thumbs up and Liz's eyes sparkle with excitement.

"That's great!" Liz enthuses to you. "Ungh, keep going at my pussy, John! Don't be afraid to get a bit more crazy with it. I need to find my pace so I can get into the zone. The beer will be a great touch, too, the others will love it!" she says, smiling at you like a collaborator.

"How many people watch me?" you ask Liz.

Liz pants at you, smiling. "Oh, maybe three thousand. Most of them in our city, of course, but a few in Germany, England, Japan, you know. You're a niche interest in nature-watching."

Liz suddenly looks slightly apprehensive. You move your hand to grasp at her breasts. "Oh, that's good, John...! Keep going! Pull at my nipples, though," she requests, squeaking as you comply. "Great, great! Oh, and, um, for the record...I had no idea you were unaware of the whole beewatching though, or that you might be camera shy. We thought this was all just normal to you. Could you please do me a favor and not really look much at the camera or mention beewatching while I fuck you? I want this to be as natural as possible."

"Um," you blather out, unable to form a proper response. This all feels like some strange cross between filming a porno and that infamous story of a documentary where the lemmings were **** to rush off a cliff.

"Follow my lead," Liz asks, "that's normal for you of course. But if you could tease me and grope me a bit, that would be great. I know you like to do that. Just go to town and don't worry if I take my time. Please help me to get my endurance record. Don't worry, I'll help by taking it slow on my part. Just let me set the pace, okay?"

This is a bit much for you, but at least the fucking virgins part of your specification is turning out better than you could have hoped for. "Sure thing, Liz."

"Thanks," Liz beams up at you before looking around the area, as if to double check on Amy's absence. This turns out to be correct as she begins whispering to you urgently. "This means a lot to me, John. You're totally gonna help me make a big name for myself with the beewatchers. I don't know if it's just the lust talking, but if you go along with me this time, I'll let you have your way with me for a weekend. Deal...?"

You're not really sure what choice you have here. You're already being asked to grope and fuck Amy's sister as a favor to both of them. On top of that, the idea of having sex with her again when you technically shouldn't be able to due to her small breast size is doing wonders for your imagination, so you're finding it more and more difficult to decline.

"Sure. How about this Friday?" you whisper in a hush, indicating two days from now.

"Great!!" says Liz, looking frantically to make sure Amy hasn't heard her proposition before quickly kissing you on the cheek, as if to say thanks.

"What are you two whispering about?" Amy pipes in curiously, causing you both to jump a little.

"NOTHING!" says Liz a bit too hastily as she turns to her sister. "Just asking John to play it cool. Can you start the recording, Amy?"

"Alright!" Amy agrees with a smile as she hits a red button on top of the camera.

Liz looks over her shoulder at you, saying nothing. She doesn't need to speak to get the message across, though—her body vibrating with anticipation in your arms is all you need to understand what she wants to convey.

"What are you waiting for, John...?" she speaks up, inviting you with pent-up tension.