The Beginning of the End of the World

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Thomas looked out over the veranda of his house on Lake Como, one of several homes in his ownership paid for by the many loves of his life who worked so that he could live a life of luxury and bliss. The morning sun danced over the lake and illuminated the valley. "Paradise," he said to himself. He didn't understand how he could possibly deserve this.

"Everywhere with you is paradise as far as I'm concerned, master," came a voice from behind that pressed herself against him. Alexa was one of his newer girls. An internet model off of Instagram that another girl had referred to him. One night and she was like all the others. Caught in his spell. If he hadn't just come down from marathon sex, this exchange would've gotten it up for him already.

"What do you see in me?" he asked solemnly. It couldn't just be that he was a good lay, and he even doubted that.

_"We see everything in you," she replied, reaching into his pants, "We love your nerdiness, your candor, your kindness. You're special in more ways than you can ever know." Thomas hadn't cried in a long time. Not since he patched things up with his sister. But for the first time he felt unconditionally loved. _"We love you, Thomas. And we want you to be happy more than anything in the world."

Thomas didn't understand the scope of 'we'.

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Diana's plan was so simple, it practically wrote itself. Premise: teenage slut (it occurred to Diana that she didn’t know the names of any of her neighbors) is a teenage girl. Teenage girls who live in apartment buildings are not immune to the prospect of free money.

First, Diana sent Thomas on some errands. There was some stuff they really did need around the house, so it was convenient. Then she peeked out her window to see teenage slut wandering back to her parents’ apartment. Not being one to waste an opportunity to make her brother happy, Diana wheeled herself outside. Diana and Thomas lived on the 2nd floor of the apartment complex. Teenage slut here clearly lived on the 3rd, and Diana was able to catch her before she went up above, “Excuse me!” she said, as innocently as she could.

The slut looked back innocently, her blond hair waving as she did so, “Can I help you?” she asked with half-lidded eyes.

Yesterday, Diana’s eye would have twitched. This little girl with her perfect little life giving her attitude would’ve boiled her piss. But today she had purpose. She had Thomas now. “Yes, I need help with a very quick project. I can pay, if you like.”

The girl looked suspicious, “How quick and how much?”

“I need 20 minutes of your time and can pay you $500.” Hoping it didn’t sound too good to be true.

The girl looked shocked, “It’s nothing dirty, is it?”

Diana waved the idea off, “Nononono, it’s nothing like that; I can explain in my apartment.” And she turned around to wheel back home, hearing the girl’s footsteps behind her.

The two arrived in Diana’s bedroom, and Diana told her to sit on the bed since there werent any other seats in the room, “I’m actually a video game developer,” said the crippled girl, “I’ve come up with-what I believe is-a revolutionary new form of virtual reality gaming, and I want someone to test it.”

The girl squinted, “That’s really awesome and all, but I don’t think I’m the right person for you to test on; I don’t really play video games unless they’re like on my phone or something?”

Diana nodded, “I guessed as such; don’t worry. I’m specifically looking for the input of someone who doesn’t play video games often. You’ll do great.” The younger girl, feeling anxious but not understanding why, agreed with the older girl’s request. She filled out a small questionnaire for Diana, who read the responses: ‘Amy Reid’, 19 years old, goes to the local community college. Diana smirked. She’d do fine. She handed the younger girl the headset, who promptly put it on. “Now hold still, it’ll feel a little funny while it calibrates.”

Only it wasn’t calibrating. It was performing the first pass, a full catalog of Amy Reid’s brain. Her hopes, her dreams, her knowledge… her entire ‘self’ was being copied and converted into signals the BD could use to teach a brain how to be Amy Reid. This was her ‘backup’.

And after 4 minutes, the process was completed. Amy took the headset off, “Is that everything? I don’t exactly understand what just happened…”

Diana held up her hand, “The machine is now calibrated to you. Give me a few minutes to make adjustments and we’ll begin the real test run.”

And so the older girl went back to tinkering with her computer. Amy, bored, began swiping through her phone for anything to hold her attention. She was fine with being bored for a few minutes if it netted her $200 for what amounted to sitting around. Besides, this lady was crippled. Probably didn’t have a lot of prospects. It didn't take long, just as she said. Diana believed she had succeeded. She had spliced various pieces of Amy’s personality and information onto a pre-existing backup. Assuming she hadn’t missed anything, the changes were ready, “Okay, Amy. Put the headset back on. I think you’re going to love this.”

Shrugging, the teenage girl put the mask back over her eyes and ears, and a countdown began. Something primal told her to take it off, but she ignored it. The money was too good to ignore.

And before long, Amy went blank. Diana stared at the younger girl giddily. If it worked, Thomas would have quite the little sexpot hard-coded to be his own personal onahole. His first one, at least. Diana wanted Thomas to be happy. She reflected on herself for a moment, “It seems that the changes I made: ‘Loves Thomas’, and ‘Wants Thomas to be happy’ have become the ONLY things I want. Like any other desires I have have been supplanted by them…” Diana realized she didn’t even mind her condition anymore. She only scorned her legs’ malfunction because it impacted her ability to serve her brother. She looked at her computer, which let out a chime. Amy’s Brain Dump had completed.

Diana looked over at the teenage girl, who took off her headset, and looked at Diana, shocked.

Driving home from getting groceries, my mind wandered to Julie. I didn’t know who I was without her. My life revolved entirely around Julie and Diana. If she had just let me know how she felt. I left my car, but my mind was just going in circles of what I did and what I didn’t do, and…

“Hey, you,” came a voice, shocking me out of my stupor. I looked around until I saw an attractive blond girl looking right at me, “Yeah, you. Hot guy.”

“Uh, me?” I asked her. I think I had seen her around the complex before, but I had never talked to her. She wore black leggings, tennis shoes, and a tanktop. Her blond hair was tied in a high ponytail that cascaded gold down her back and shoulders. She was hot.

“You see any other hot guys around here?” She asked plainly, “Your place or mine?”

I was bewildered, but knew what a booty call sounded like, “What, you mean right now?”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re lucky you’re so hot. Let’s go: your place right now. Which apartment is yours?”

“Diana? You awake?” I called out, entering my apartment with Amy in tow. Amy Reid was her name, and she was one hell of a flatterer. I’m far from what I’d consider ‘hot’, but if I did it for her then I’m not one to complain. It’s not like I had a girlfriend anymore.

Diana didn’t answer me, she must be either sleeping or wearing headphones. I lead Amy back into my room. It was neither messy, nor clean. Dust rest on some of the less-traveled surfaces, laundry in my hamper, an unfinished cup of tea on my desk. You get the picture. This was the place I had lived since I had dropped out of college to take care of Diana. I clicked my tongue, thinking about that ungrateful woman. I sacrificed my future, my girlfriend, my- “Hey,” said Amy, and my gaze darted to her smirking face, “You look pissed.”

I was embarrassed, “Yeah, sorry-”

“No no no, I like that. Angry sex is great.” She said simply, “How about this…” She sauntered over to my bed and bent over it, legs still on the ground, exposing the small of her back as her tanktop rode up her torso from the motion. “I’ll lie here and twerk. You fuck all that rage out on whatver part of me you like.”

She did just that. There was this hot teenage girl on my bed, shaking her hips up and down like that with an open invitation for me to go to town on her.

So I did. Wordlessly, I walked over and pulled my pants down, then hers, exposing generic teal panties, stained with her juices. She seemed to be being honest, she really wanted to fuck me. It set my soul on fire, and I removed her panties, and saw her privates for the first time. They really looked nice. A pretty pink asshole and a vagina lightly obscured from this angle. But that’s fine, I wasn’t here to look at it.

I grabbed her hips and hand-aligned myself with her, then pushed in, “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

She moaned, “That’s more like it.” I kept pushing in, “W-woah, you’re like pretty big…”

“Thanks,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. My mind was filled with anger for Julie and lust for Amy.

I’d be fucking them both today. “Go ahead, stud: Cut. Loose.”

That was all I needed to hear. I began pistoning as hard and fast as I could without warning. I wanted to cum NOW, and this slut was asking for it, literally.

She tightened down and gripped my sheets, breathing heavily and moaning, never letting up in her twerk.

I don’t know what I was doing other than fucking. Going back and forth and leaning over her for torque. It was sublime. It was fast, and it was loud. The screech of my bed springs, the wheeze of my throat, and of course my partner’s moans.

I lifted her right leg off the ground and gripped under it, taking its complete weight with my right arm. I felt powerful, and I felt strong.

This position clearly did something for Amy, “Oh… OH GOD! THOMAS!” She tensed up and then let out one drawn moan, going limp.

“Done already?” I growled, not stopping myself. I only received a gurgle in response, and kept humping away, “Then I don’t suppose you object to me finishing up inside?”

There was no response, and I was grateful. Pulling out at this point would be hard on my psyche.

I picked up the pace, realizing how tired I was. I don’t do enough cardio… But before I ran out of steam I felt my orgasm arriving. “Here… we are…” I said quietly, and planted myself as deep as I could, releasing my load. I stayed like that for a moment before collapsing next to her. I looked at her and made eye contact for a moment. Uh-oh… I was catching feelings. I had just met this girl, man.

Amy picked up on all of this, and left Thomas’ room. He wasn’t allowed to fall in love with her. It wouldn’t be fair to Thomas if he only had one concubine and she was the easiest girl off the street. She strolled into Diana’s room, knowing full well that she'd be welcome, “Would it have killed you to keep it down?” the crippled girl asked bitterly.

Amy smirked, “I only did what you would have done.” Something inside her loved this. She knows she should be working with Diana, but considering she’s a literally superior Diana, should she really care?

“Don’t get cocky,” said the older girl, “The FLM hasn’t been able to overcome differences in IQ. You might have all the same data as me, but you’re probably a stupider version of me. Don’t assume I’m obsolete yet.”

Amy pouted, then nodded in agreement. She was right. The FLM tests at the university had shown just that. When they **** math formulas into a Liberal Arts Major’s head, she was still very slow with them, albeit better than before. “Well, regardless,” Amy said, changing the subject, “My big brother is now freshly fucked by teenage pussy.”

“Big brother?”

“He’s my brother, he’s older than me…” Amy looked directly into the eyes of Diana and bit her lip, “And he’s big.” She laid back on the bed, her legs continuing to dangle off the edge, “Anyway, what’s our next move?”

Diana, annoyed at her inferiority, opened a binder, “I’ve started compiling a list of girls at the university that would make suitable subjects for the BD. Attractive girls, wealthy girls, et cetera. I’ll make a fairly secure build of it at the department’s lab, and, under the pretense of scholarships and the like, begin converting the girls from there.”

Amy didn’t like that answer and sat up, “Wouldn’t that expose the BD to the department? Y’know, the people most likely in the entire world to understand what it is?”

Diana shrugged, “It’s the only way I can be useful at this point.” she said, rubbing her useless legs, “Besides, I’ll probably convert them, too. They’re the only people I know with the skills to help me improve it.”

That answer satisfied Amy, who stood up to leave, “I’ll probably do the same. I’ll tell some of Amy’s friends at school to hang out with me at ‘my friend Diana’s place’,” she said in quotations. “I even have a friend on the Cheer squad. I can’t begin to imagine how hard our Thomas would cum if an entire cheer squad let him lie still and went down on him while telling him how much of a stud he is.”

Diana nodded, “Then that’ll be all. Give me your contact information.”

“No need,” Amy replied, the smirk returning to her face, “I know yours already, remember?” and left.

Diana wheeled herself over to her bed and laid upon it. She began crying, jealous of the plethora of girls, her own mind downloaded onto them, who would know the absolute bliss of being Thomas’ women. He was a king, the world just didn’t know it yet.

Still, Amy’s moans through the wall before… it was so hot. There was a version of Diana who had already tasted the sweet nectar of Thomas. Yes… Diana would live for Thomas’ pleasure alone. And she would turn everyone into her.

No one else could be trusted with this duty.