Bob

The last thing Bob remembered was going to the local courthouse to pick up the appropriate forms for an annulment. A lot of booze and partying a couple nights before found him married to a three hundred plus pound women who he never met. He didn’t remember much about his friends Vegas bachelor party or even how he met the woman.

Unfortunately he died a married man as when he was waiting for a taxi, Truck-kun decided to jump a curve. Truck-kun’s driver died too of a heart attack. But Bob didn’t know that.

Anyway, Bob awakened to the pleasant sensation of his cock being sucked. Not one to turn down a free blowjob, he opened his eyes to confirm that it was a woman, which showed him a girl with an Asian face and green hair, giving him head while on her knees and naked on the bed. She was gorgeous and had some nice…he wanted to say double d cups, but were maybe just a tad bigger at F? As a man he didn’t know bra sizing.

Words chose that moment to jump in front of his face.

“What the fuck!?” He exclaimed.

This caused the girl to stop sucking.

“Oh, I see master Bob is awake. Welcome to your new world master Bob.”

“Uh…Hello. Who are you and what is happening. Why did you call me master? And what are all the words in may face?”

She turned to face him as he got up on his elbows and presented a beautiful view of her impressive tits,

“You have died and since one of the options of reincarnation involves a truck, you have been reborn. Now you are an administrator core. A rather a low level one, but they all start somewhere.”

“Is that why it says I’m an Administrative Core? And why does this room look like it’s inside a crystal ball?”

The bed he was on rested on a grey carpet floor and in the middle of a glass dome.

“Technically you are the crystal ball, invisible to all. Ooh, nice rhyme if I do say so myself.”

Bob finally sat up on the bed and then left it to put his hand on the smooth glass like surface of the curved wall. He could see the ball he was in was floating above a street of cars in a city he had never been to. Text was still in front of him.

“I’d say this was AWESOME,” he yelled. “if I knew dungeon core was unavailable. Why can’t I be a dungeon core? Like the kind I read of in online web fiction.”

“I think that was one of the options, but I don’t know why you were not chosen. Are you fine with causing ****?”

“I mean, I probably could have lived with it, so yeah.”

“Okay. What about sex? That erection of yours is still there and was there before I showed up.”

“Sex? That is way more important. But couldn’t I use a dungeon avatar to fuck women?”

“I don’t think so. At least not at first. Maybe you could qualify for the right type to suit your needs. What did you do for a living?”

“I worked in Human Resources for nineteen years.”

“So you died middle aged?” She asked “You look twenty five now. But that’s normal.”

“Hey, you’re right! My skin does look smoother. And feels smoother.” He patted himself down. “Hey, my penis is bigger!”

“A perk of the job. But to answer your question, you were probably chosen for your bureaucratic experience. You should probably check your messages.”

Bob did so and saw he was in charge of something called the N.F.I.P. System. It stands for Naked Female In Public. He was responsible for choosing Users and issuing Quests.

“So what’s the purpose of this system. And who are you anyway?”

“I’m your servant. Or will be.”

“Will be?”

“I’ll get to that. You see, this version of Earth is about to be added to the System. But each system is different, dependent on the type of impending extinction event.”

“Extinction? What does that have to do with the System?” Asked Bob.

“You see, the System only appears on worlds about to be doomed. In this one it is **** by suicide plants.”

“Suicidal plants? What are those?”

*Giggle*

“Not suicidal. Suicide. The plants will evolve to become hostile to humans, releasing suicide pheromones. The process is already started and in the next few years the first pheromones will be released.

The System will step in right before this first attack and make them hostile in a different way. A way for humanity to fight back.”

“By having naked women.” He states flatly in disbelief.

“Yeah, women will gain strength and power, but will only be as strong as a normal woman unless fighting naked. In the interest of fair play between the parasitic and symbiotic tentacle plants. You’ve seen Japanese hentai right?”

“Yes. And I think that’s AWSOME if it’s similar to what I think it is!” He practically shouted.

“There is even a whole tentacle tamer thing available for men. They can have their tamed plants anally penetrate fighting women, giving them painful buffs while still maintaining vaginal exposure.

The world will only technically be an apocalypse. All technology will still function, that is if the plants don’t get to some of it first. Think of it as a softcore apocalypse.”

“So it’s a softcore hardcore apocalypse? How do I begin. Wait, there’s a quest already? Have sexual relations with the servant and name her to accept your position.”

The girl had her legs spread wide, which showed her bare pussy, in preparation for his answer.