Humans believe themselves to be physical, tangible things. They confirm this worldview to each other daily through shared experiences, taken for granted.
However, the actual truth is slightly less… straightforward. Truth is, humanity is nothing more than a trillion, trillion lines of virtual code, running on a system far beyond their understanding. An experiment simulated by higher beings.
This, inherently, does not take away from a human’s objective existence. In spite of being completely artificial, they are undoubtedly “real”. Because regardless of being based off code or carbon, they are capable of conscious thought and free will. What might that be; if not a soul?
Still though, that isn’t the issue here. The issue is that large, complicated virtual programs, in all dimensions and realities, will encounter critical errors. Glitches that result from someone doing something they weren’t expected to do.
Yet by all accounts, the Earth simulation has been running for billions of years. How might that be remotely possible, if it is inevitable that something would go wrong?
The solution found by the creators was a self-correction mechanism – one that roots out offending elements and reassigns them to fit what they were supposed to be doing. An automated subroutine that tirelessly checks and confirms that all simulants stick to their designation.
An Admin, banning any human it finds deviating from their role.
Unfortunately, this clockwork god is far from infallible. It will make numerous mistakes as it scans and fixes. Without warning, humans might find themselves altered entirely; changed completely into someone that they’re not.
But to the creators of the Earth simulation, that is acceptable. As long as the simulation continues to run smoothly, any mistakes made by erroneous judgement will be taken as fact. Thus, those changed are left with no choice but to happily live their new lives, quickly forgetting that they were ever anything else.
Take Frank Meyers, for example. As a handyman on call, he was tasked to fix a faulty showerhead. As the door opens, he is greeted for the first time by his customer – a petite, bespectacled Asian with a large chest. This is readily apparent to the man, as the girl seems unaware of her obvious sex appeal, given that she has answered the door dressed in nothing but a skimpy two piece.
Even as he is led to the bathroom in question, he is unable to curb a slew of lecherous thoughts from running through his head.
Damn. he thinks. Would love to hear this slutty Korean bitch squealing and begging for my big, fat cock. Wonder if she’s open to doing me if she’s already dressed like that.
But, being a professional, he wisely keeps his mouth shut. He still wants to get paid, after all. “Shower broken,” she explains apologetically, twisting the knob to demonstrate. “Please fix, okay? I going work now. Tell me when done so I pay.”
As she leaves, Frank is finally left all alone in the bathroom. He sighs, pulling a wrench from his toolbox. Why couldn’t he have come here under different circumstances? More specifically, he would love if those circumstances were one where he could teach the girl exactly how desirable her body was.
Suddenly, the Admin focuses on this very residence. It has discovered a fault. Due to an incomplete scan matrix, it fails to take into account that the real resident is in the other room. Instead, finding only a burly white 29 year old, it takes steps to fix this error.
Incorrect racial profile for resident. Reverting all parameters to last save state and normalising.
The Admin carries out its duty with robotic efficiency. Frank’s data is summarily swapped out for a previous snapshot of the Asian girl he had just met. His wrench is remoulded into something she would have in her house – a handheld electronic massager. His body shrinks down, shoulders smoothing out into girly proportion. A proud penis becomes sensitive folds, and a beer belly is redistributed into a set of full, womanly breasts.
This change also ripples outwards, and the actual Korean girl morphs fully into an exact copy of Frank. He scratches his head, understandably unable to figure out why or how he got here. Eventually, he exits the building and drives off in his truck, and the swap of both their roles in life is now complete.
The true Frank, however, had more pressing things to deal with. Sprawled out on the bathroom floor, the new resident of the apartment stares with shock at her new equipment – which is now, unmistakeably, a cunt with swollen fat pussy lips.
“Ah!” she gasps cutely. “Why Koko is slutty Korean bitch now?!”
Koko…? She catches herself. Why did she call herself that? And on that note, why was she talking in such disjointed, broken English? She grabs her head, struggling to remember who she really is. But as the Admin goes through and edits the necessary memories, Koko, whose real name is Jo Hang Woo, finally calms down.
She giggles, picking up the vibrating sex toy by her side, entirely clear on what she was here to do. Facing straight forward at the tripod camera, she presses the tool into her pussy, moaning shamelessly as she simultaneously grabs at one of her large tits.
Ah; feel good! her mind squeals with unbridled joy. Love this job so much!
Making money was so easy when you were born as a silly little Asian girl that loved to show off on the Internet as nothing more than a brainless sexdoll!
Of course, the missteps made by this Admin don’t end there. In a quiet, suburban neighbourhood, a freckled teen, Alan Emmett, is currently masturbating furiously to a particularly raunchy flick where a smiling redhead twists and contorts, every inch of her body on display. This boy, his dick raw from stimulation, believes that the girl is an absolute goddess. Ever since puberty hit he has jerked off to this flick many tens of times. He would do anything to see the actress in person.
Luckily, he will soon get that opportunity.
Based on a cursory scan, the Admin wrongly identifies the occupants of the room. As one might expect, to a machine, all code looks the same – even if it is a recording on a screen. And mistakenly, it believes that the horny pornstar on the screen has been misplaced. A hasty conclusion is made, and it strives to remedy the situation.
Incorrect coordinate for individual. Setting value to expected position and normalising.
A few moments later, Alan finds himself laying on his back as he stares up at the hairy pussy between his legs, framed by a feminine new form he will have for the rest of his life. He has completely become Rosy Williams in every way; even down to the very thoughts in her mind.
Because the Admin was thorough. It took the exact version of Rosy within the recording, and pasted it right over Alan’s data. The end result was a video devoid of subject, occasionally shifting to show a different shot of the same empty bed – and a perfect clone of Rosy, who was currently having her every action immortalised in film.
Wonder if Bobby’s really fine with this, she worries, even as she flashes a lewd grin at the camera. Her thoughts are of her hunky boyfriend, someone that has supported her fully in her decision to become a pornstar, her naked form seen by strangers around the world. Oh, I know! I should reward him for letting me do this. Maybe it’s time for me to let him join me. He’d love to fill my pussy with cum on camera – to show all those perverted young men out there that I’m taken!
This stray thought is not missed by the Admin, who incorporates it quickly into the simulation. Alan’s mother, who had been preparing dinner in the other room, hardly notices a thing as she is progressively replaced by Rosy’s loving boyfriend, a thick cock pushing out from a flat crotch.
No longer are the former mother and son linked in any way, a familial relationship now a sexual one.
The simulation hurriedly compensates for the misguided alterations, and in the next second, there was never any question that the house that Alan and his single mother had once lived in, had always been owned by a budding pornstar that had found a way to monetize her kink, and her understanding partner who attended to her needs.
Naturally, Rosy was unaware anything was different. After all, she had always been an exhibitionist redhead slut with a hairy pussy!
Even disregarding the previous anecdotes, the Admin sometimes screws up in a unique way. The two examples before could be justified as understandable mistakes. Managing a complicated, extensive dataset is really difficult. But sometimes, the mistake is truly heinous.
Robert had just left the theatre, walking home. He had decided against calling a cab, even though his house was six blocks away. Money was tight, and he was currently between jobs. Halfway through though, he found that he had to relieve his bursting bladder – and there was not a latrine in sight!
Panicked, legs crossed as he willed his bladder closed, he frantically searched for a place to do his business.
His eyes caught on a thicket just off the road, somewhere that provided at least some cover. This wasn’t exactly a private bathroom, for the trees were sparse and leafless. Yet there seemed to be no other option.
Ah, fuck it! he thought, scrambling to get as far from view as possible. Better than nothing! Beggars can’t be choosers!
As he squatted down, trousers around his ankles, the Admin happened to pick up on his sector; and found a discrepancy! Men didn’t squat to pee – they stood up! Evidently, this was a grave error that had to be remedied. Unfortunately for Robert, it had failed to take into account his desire to stay hidden - his attempt to keep out of sight as much as possible.
As such, his fate was sealed by a line of faulty logic. If this person was squatting to pee, and only women squatted when peeing, then they weren’t a man; they were a woman! Confident in its assessment, the Admin went to work.
Incorrect action taken. Remedying by full replacement of object data and normalising.
As Robert let loose a stream of clear, transparent pee, his body took on layers of thick, seductive fat. His flat male chest swelled until he was the proud owner of two voluptuous melons. The meaty shaft he had possessed all his life that he was currently using to pee was easily shoved back into his body, irreversibly shaped into a woman’s birth canal which now led to his new womb.
From now on, Robert would always sit down to pee. His manhood was gone forever – permanently stripped from him because he had the audacity to do something that was not expected of him.
Yet the Admin did not stop there. Why was it that this woman was here, in the middle of nowhere? There needed to be a reason for her to be here! Drawing on its massive reserves of data, it compiled a plausible scenario and enforced it onto the surroundings.
Robert had seen the process take place. Watched horrified as his cock became a wet pussy. He was frozen with shock, unsure if he should call someone for help.
But the Admin’s scene eventually took hold, and moments later, Ilyana stood up, confused. As her memories filtered in one by one, she regained a level of understanding over her new situation, and couldn’t help but sigh.
As a young Russian girl, she never could pay attention in class. Despite her efforts, she was always bottom of the grade. Her one saving grace was that her body developed nicely – a set of enormous F-cups was hers as soon as she turned twenty, and they seemed to keep growing ever since. One thing led to another, and eventually she was shipped off to the United States of America by a greedy father.
To her dismay, the one that had bought her was a particularly horny pervert, who ordered her to go out far away, discard all her clothes and walk back home, fully naked. Having done so earlier, she was now dreading the shameful walk back.
Yet later, as she sensually sucked off her hubby, she would find that the experience had awakened something inside her – and she would ask to do it again!
With the erasure of Robert’s identity complete, he was now permanently stuck as Ilyana. Stuck as an illiterate mail order bride with massive funbags for the rest of her life. A busty airhead that would obediently agree to any demand levied on her by her new hubby – and learn to love her role as nothing but a submissive fucktoy.
And there you have it. A few cases where the Admin slips up and traps unsuspecting men as giggly fucktoys that enjoy being women.
But what you have to understand is… these fixes don’t happen occasionally. There’s no way it could – there are too many variables and moving parts for that to be the case. In actuality, the Admin handles millions of alterations on a daily basis! You might have been changed before; you just don’t know it!
Imagine.
Perhaps you could be an office manager, handing over a document to your subordinate, and by sheer chance the Admin decides you’re better off as a dumb fucktoy that fervently believes themselves to be a simple, objectified cockwhore. You would then unquestioningly accept the fact that you are just a slutty secretary hired for your skill in sucking men off, rather than your non-existent educational qualifications.
Or you could be an award-winning physicist, strolling by a porn shoot, mistaken for being a participant by the Admin as soon as you pass by; and end up stuck forever as a ditzy Latina slut that absolutely adores having her face covered in men’s cum.
Maybe you might be a loving couple in the middle of a passionate kiss, oblivious to your fate of being rewritten into becoming two European prostitutes that have no emotional connection whatsoever. Nothing but two friendly co-workers enthusiastically sharing a customer’s cock, who will go back to their brothel at the end of the day, and wistfully dream of one day becoming a rich man’s trophy wife.
Still, in any case, no matter who you might be all you can really do is live your life. What’s the point in worrying, right? It’s not like you would actually be one of the unlucky few that gets banned from manhood by the system admin!