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September 12, 2024. Atlantic City, United States.
At 24, Randall Jerome Hatchett, more commonly known as Randy Hatchett, found his life far from the dreams he had once held. Without a formal education or a steady job, he remained reliant on his mother's financial support. But his dependence went beyond money; she still treated him like a child, a dynamic that kept him trapped and hindered his path to independence.
It was a scorching summer day, and he sat in his lifeguard chair, rereading his favorite novel, Reverend Insanity. The story was at its peak, and the quiet of the nearly empty pool made it easy to get lost in the pages. He barely noticed the woman swimming alone in the deep end of the pool, his attention fixed on his phone as he scrolled down the screen to keep reading.
His eyes flicked across another page when, suddenly, the silence was broken...
"Help, lifeguard!"
The desperate cry for help shattered the tranquility of the pool, echoing loudly in the air. Startled, Randy looked up from his phone. In the deep end of the pool, he saw a woman flailing her arms, struggling to stay afloat as she sank deeper with each passing second.
"H-Help... I c-c-can't... m-move..."
Randy jumped out of the chair and dove into the water without a second thought. The water enveloped him instantly, but he suddenly remembered something: he couldn't swim.
He had lied to his boss to get the job, and now it was taking its toll. His body flailed awkwardly as he struggled to reach the surface, while the woman had already lost consciousness.
Time distorted; every second became an eternity for Randy. His limbs grew heavy, and his lungs screamed for air. His vision dimmed, the edges of the pool fading as his strength waned. His eyes closed, and his body slowly surrendered to the depths, succumbing to the silent, crushing void.
"Why didn't I make the most of my life? Why didn't I do something real with all the time I had?" he thought, as remorse consumed him. He hated himself for always standing still, never taking risks, and never fighting for what he wanted. "Why didn't I do more? Why didn't I change?" The lost time weighed on him like a slab; now it was too late to do anything about it. The water surrounded him, and as his last thought faded, he knew with terrible certainty that he was dead. Completely and irrevocably dead
.....
In that last, fleeting moment, as darkness was about to consume him, something inexplicable happened. Instead of the eternal silence he had always imagined, a strange electric sensation coursed through his being. It began as a slight tingling in his limbs, intensified into a jolt, and then burst into a blinding light that permeated everything.
Randy opened his eyes as if something had pulled him from the depths of the pool. However, he was no longer surrounded by the familiar walls of the water park. Instead, the environment around him was completely unfamiliar, unsettling, and disorienting.
After a few seconds, his eyes adjusted to the brightness, and the first thing he clearly saw was a young, blonde woman gazing into his eyes.
Her beauty was undeniable, but it was the intensity of her gaze that truly disarmed him. Randy had always struggled to maintain eye contact with women who looked at him so directly. Almost instinctively, he lowered his gaze, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he tried to avoid her penetrating stare.
Noticing his averted gaze, the woman spoke with concern: "Why are you avoiding my gaze? Is my son afraid of his mother?"
Appearing from behind the woman, a man of the same age as her wrapped his arms around her from behind and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Babies are always afraid, my dear," he said with a warm smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he spoke. "But something tells me this child will carry our family to great heights."
The woman's expression softened, and a trace of weariness gave way to a radiant, warm smile. "You are right, my love," she replied, her voice tired. "Our Shengyi will achieve great things."
Randy's mind whirled as he struggled to comprehend the conversation unfolding. Who are these people? How had he ended up in this strange situation? And what did they mean by "our Shengyi"? All he knew was that he was trapped in a situation that was as strange as it was inexplicable.
Randy looked at his hands. They were small, delicate, and completely unfamiliar—nothing like the big, calloused hands always had. It quickly became clear: this was not his body.
His gaze shifted to his surroundings. He was in an oriental-style room, simply decorated in an old-fashioned way, and his body was lying in a baby crib. His heart began to race as he grasped the unthinkable: he was in the body of a baby. He had been transmigrated.
"Are you sure you want to name him Shengyi, dear?" the man asked, his gaze filled with worry as he looked at the woman standing beside the crib.
She turned towards him, a serene smile gracing her features as she gently stroked his cheek. "Yes, just like his father. No name could suit him better," she replied in a cheerful voice.
When the couple's eyes met, Randy, as an observer, couldn't help but notice the intense tension flowing between them. The chemistry was obvious and impossible to ignore. Despite his young physical age, Randy had a mature awareness and immediately sensed what was about to happen. He stared, heart tingling, as his new parents leaned in, faces smashing together until their lips collided in a wet, sloppy kiss that turned into a full-on tongue-fuck. Their spit-slick tongues twisted like horny snakes, grunts and gasps spilling out as they sucked each other's breath dry.
Her blue eyes blazed with slutty hunger as she ate her husband's mouth alive. Her greedy paws clawed at his tunic, ripping it off to expose his ripped torso—broad shoulders, abs like a washboard, and a hairy trail begging to be licked down to his dick. She groped his sweaty back, nails digging into the hard muscle, then slid lower, pawing at his chiseled gut like she wanted to jerk him off through his skin.
His moans mixed with his panting, a horny snarl torn from their sloppy lip-lock: "¡Mmmm~!" The sound was pure filth, a growl of a woman about to bust.
When they finally ripped apart, a gooey string of spit dangled between their mouths, snapping as she smirked like a cock-teasing bitch. She eyed the fat bulge in his pants, his dick practically ripping the fabric to get at her. "You know I love to please you," she purred, yanking the knots of her white robe loose, staring him down like a whore daring him to fuck her raw.
The robe hit the floor fast, baring her pale, fuckable flesh. Her massive, milk-dripping tits hung heavy, sagging like ripe udders, nipples hard and leaking creamy streams down her belly. Her ass was a wide, wobbling slab of meat, thick and juicy enough to bury a face in. He licked his lips, drooling over her fat curves, those dripping tits, and that hairy snatch—her hourglass body screaming to be pounded into next week.
Completely naked, the woman lay down on the bed in front of the crib, spread-eagled towards her husband in a silent invitation to explore every nook and cranny of her body.
Stark naked, she flopped onto the bed by the crib, legs splayed wide like a cheap slut, her hairy cunt winking at him. She dug her fingers into her bush, prying her pussy lips apart with a wet squelch, showing off the dripping pink hole inside. Grinning like a horny tramp, she taunted, "You've been waiting months to try this again, haven't you, honey?"— She referred to her sopping cunt with a nasty edge, unfuck for months since they'd last fucked each other, held back by her pregnancy.
His eyes lit up like a rabid dog's as he shucked his pants, unleashing his monstrous, veiny cock—hard as steel and dripping precum like a faucet. He gripped it tight, jacking the fat shaft. "And you haven't tried this for months either," he snarled, nodding at his meat, the swollen head pulsing with need. In a heartbeat, he pounced, pinning her flat in missionary, their sweaty, naked bodies grinding together like a pair of rutting beasts. No bullshit—he jammed his throbbing cock right into her sloppy slit and slammed in hard—"Plap!"—ripping a scream from her throat that could wake the dead.
"Uhgghghgh!" Her moan was a guttural, whorish bellow, half pain, half ecstasy as his brutal thrust split her tight cunt wide, her walls choking his dick like a fist.
It's been so many months since I've tasted my husband's cock, it's filling me up completely, I can't take it anymore, AHH! I'm about to… Her thoughts drowned in a choked gasp as her body locked up, her pussy clamping down like a cock-trap. With a shriek that rattled the fucking walls, she exploded, squirting a hot, stinking flood—"Nghhh! I'M COMING!"
"Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!" Her orgasm hit like a goddamn geyser, her body thrashing under him, nails gouging bloody trenches down his back. Her cunt spasmed, puking a torrent of slimy juice that soaked his pounding cock, splattering the furs below in a nasty, dripping puddle of fuck-juice.
He yanked his slick, dripping dick out as her last squirts sprayed free, smirking as he mauled her sloppy, milk-leaking tits. "You cum just because I put it in? What a weak pussy," he sneered, no mercy in sight. He rammed back in, his rock-hard cock spearing her quivering hole like a battering ram. "Don't cum by yourself, got it, woman," he barked, eyes cold as he fucked her into the bed with ruthless, ball-slapping force.
"Plap! Plap! Plap!" The wet, meaty smacks echoed, his hips slamming her like a jackhammer.
"Ahhhhh~!" She wheezed, still shaking from her last cum, gasping out, "Okay ....., I'm ...sorry!". His thrusts were a relentless assault, each one ripping through her wrecked cunt, but her greedy hole betrayed her—every savage plunge sent her pussy into spasms, twitching like a bitch in heat, ready to blow again with every "Plap! Plap!".
He didn't give a fuck, pounding her like a machine. His hands latched onto her jiggling udders, squeezing until milk sprayed out in messy arcs, splattering his face. He dove in, sucking a fat nipple into his mouth, slurping the warm, sticky cream while his tongue lashed the swollen tip. "Plap!" His cock kept drilling, milk dripping down his chin as he fucked her senseless.
Randy, glued to the crib, couldn't believe the show. Those massive, leaking tits bouncing and spewing milk were a wet dream come to life—way dirtier than any pixelated porn he'd jerked off to.
Tired of the missionary position, he popped off her nipple, milk smeared on his lips, and growled, "Get on all fours, Lu Xi." She flipped over fast, no words, just a slutty sway as she got on her knees. Her gelatinous ass jutted up like a fucking buffet, and she grabbed her thick, meaty cheeks, spreading them wide to flash her sopping, hairy cunt—pink and drooling, begging for dick.
He didn't wait, kneeling behind her with his cock still hard as iron, slick with her slime. Gripping her hips like handles, he slammed back in, burying his meat balls-deep. "Plap! Plap! Plap!" He fucked her like a rabid animal, hands clawing her flesh, yanking her fat ass onto his dick with brutal force. Lu Xi bucked, screaming like a whore as he pounded her raw.
"AHHHH~~" Her cry bounced off the walls, her body jolting as his cock hit deeper, scraping her insides raw and dragging her into a filthy pit of pleasure.
Craving something harsh to cut the sweetness of her milk, he snatched a liquor bottle off the table. "Glup, Glup, Glup, Glup, Glup," he guzzled it down, the burn torching his throat and jacking up the heat in his balls. "Plap! Plap! Plap!" His drunken thrusts slammed harder, wet slaps ringing out as his cock plowed her sloppy cunt. Her screams mixed with his gulping, a nasty soundtrack of booze and fucking.
Lu Xi felt him turn feral, the liquor making his thrusts hit like a sledgehammer, and she let it swallow her whole. "Ahhh… yes… ohhh!" Her voice cracked, clawing the sheets as their bodies smashed together in a sweaty, animalistic rut, "Plap! Plap!".
After drinking the last drop of his liquor, he carelessly tossed it aside, and the glass shattered on the floor. With a mischievous grin, he let out a rude and satisfied belch, "Brrrrff! How delicious this is!". He wiped the liquor from his chin with the back of his hand and then eagerly raised his right arm. His hand fell hard on Lu Xi's quivering, jelly-like buttocks, and the slap echoed in the room, "Slap!" leaving a deep red mark on her left buttock.
"Kyaaa~!" Lu Xi's screaming was a mixture of pain and pleasure, her ass jiggling from the slap.
"Your butt is also delicious, Lu Xi. Despite having had three children, you're still sexy," he growled, his words lighting her up. She laughed through her moans, eyes blazing as she shot back, "Fufufufufu, alcohol makes you say stupid things, I'm getting old."
He feasted on the view—her swinging tits, her tight cunt choking his dick, driving him wild. "You're so utterly perfect for me," he rasped, ramping up the pace, slamming deeper, harder, "Plap! Plap!".
Lu Xi, lost in a sea of sensation, could barely form words, her body responding with a series of moans and cries that filled the air. "Yes... yes... more...," she managed to articulate between her gasps, her mind and body completely surrendered to her husband's will.
His balls slapped her ass with every thrust, "Plap! Plap!". "I'm going to fill you, woman!" he roared, voice ragged with lust. With one final, balls-deep slam—"Plap~!"—he unloaded, blasting thick, hot cum into her womb as she blew again, her cunt milking him dry in a shuddering, sloppy grip.
They crashed down, him pinning her, both panting like fucked-out dogs. Randy gawked as Lu Xi's cunt gushed like a busted pipe, a stinking mix of her juice and his thick cum oozing out in ropes. The man groped her tits, squeezing them soft as their lips smashed together in a messy, tongue-heavy kiss. "I love you," Lu Xi gasped, voice dripping with filthy heat. "I love you too," he grunted, diving back in for another sloppy, cum-smeared smooch.
While Randy was still in the crib, he witnessed Lu Xi's pussy dripping her juices like a fountain as endless spurts of semen mixed with her fluids flowed out.
Both were lying with the man on top of Lu Xi as he moved his hands to affectionately grasp her breasts. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, whispering words of love and appreciation between kisses. "I love you," Lu Xi said, her voice full of genuine passion. "I love you too," he replied, sealing it with another deep kiss.
Randy was still shocked by what had just happened in front of his eyes, but he was excited to enter a world of cultivation like the one in his favorite novel, Reverend Insanity.