It was a scorching day, and Randy was sitting in his lifeguard chair, eyes fixed on his favourite novel, Reverend Insanity. The story had reached its most exciting part, and the nearly empty pool offered no distractions. Only one woman was swimming alone in the deep end, but Randy barely paid any attention to her, completely absorbed in the plot by sliding his cell phone.

At twenty years old, Randy's life hadn't quite taken the trajectory he had envisioned. Lacking a formal education and a stable, long-term job, he was still heavily reliant on his mother's financial support. This dependence extended beyond mere dollars and cents, as she continued to treat him like a child, stifling his growth towards independence.

The tranquillity of the pool was shattered by a sudden commotion. The woman in the deep end began to flail about, her struggles growing more desperate by the second. Randy, still lost in the world of his novel, didn't initially notice the distress signals. It wasn't until her panicked cry of "Help, lifeguard!" pierced the air that he snapped back to reality, his heart racing as he leapt from his chair. His eyes locked onto the woman, now sinking beneath the surface, and he sprang into action.

Without hesitation, Randy launched himself into the water, his instincts overriding his rational mind. But as the chilly liquid enveloped him, a disturbing realization slapped him in the face: he didn't know how to swim. The lies he had told to land the lifeguard job now came back to haunt him, and the consequences were dire. The woman's figure receded into the distance, her features blurring as the water seemed to stretch out between them like an insurmountable chasm.

Randy thrashed about, his arms and legs flailing wildly as he tried to propel himself towards the woman. But his movements were clumsy, uncoordinated, and utterly ineffective. The water resisted his efforts, pulling him down with an unforgiving force. The woman vanished from his sight, and the horrifying truth crashed down on him: he was powerless to save her, and now he was fighting for his own life.

Time seemed to distort, stretching out into an eternity as Randy's struggles grew weaker. His eyes fluttered shut, and his lifeless body plummeted to the bottom of the pool. The water pressure crushed him, his lungs burning from the oxygen deprivation. He was dead. Completely dead.

But in that final, fleeting moment, as the darkness was about to consume him, something inexplicable occurred. There was no eternal silence, no void of nothingness as he had always imagined. Instead, a strange, electric sensation coursed through his being. It began as a gentle tingling in his limbs, then escalated into a jolt, and finally, a blinding light that suffused everything.

Randy's eyes snapped open as if he had been yanked from the depths of the pool. But he was no longer surrounded by the familiar confines of the aquatic facility. His new surroundings were alien, unsettling, and utterly disorienting.

Before him, a blonde woman with piercing blue eyes stared at him with a disconcerting intensity. Her expression was calm, but her fixed stare made him uncomfortable. Randy, a nerd with no experience with women, looked away quickly, feeling heat rise to his face, reddening it with embarrassment.

Noticing that he averted his gaze, the woman spoke in a concerned tone, "Why do you look away? Does my son fear his mother?"

A man wrapped his arms around the woman from behind and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Babies are always afraid, my dear," he said with a warm smile and the corners of his eyes crinkled 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 whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Our Shengyi will accomplish great things."

Randy's mind whirled as he struggled to comprehend the conversation unfolding before him. Who were these people? How had he ended up in this bizarre situation? And what did they mean by "our Shengyi"? The term echoed in his mind and a shiver ran down his spine as he realized he had no idea how he had gotten here or what was expected of him. All he knew was that he was trapped in a situation as strange as it was inexplicable.

Blinking rapidly, Randy peered down at the small, unfamiliar hands resting before him. They were soft and delicate, vastly different from his calloused palms. A growing sense of unease pooled in the pit of his stomach as he realized this was not his own body. His gaze shifted, taking in the ornate, oriental-style furnishings that surrounded the elaborate cradle in which he now found himself. His heart pounded as the truth sank in—he was in the body of a baby, helpless and utterly vulnerable in this strange, unfamiliar world.

The deep, masculine voice drew his attention back to the couple standing nearby. "Are you sure you want to name him Shengyi, dear?" the man asked, his eyes full of tenderness as he gazed at the woman.

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, her voice barely above a whisper.

When their gazes met, Randy felt the tension of desire of the couple in front of him. The passion between them was unmistakable. Both their faces drew even closer, and their lips collided in a tender kiss that quickly became more lascivious, leaving Randy trapped in an awkward moment.

The woman's eyes glistened with lust as she gazed at her husband, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscular torso, outlining the definition of his abs. He moaned in pleasure, pressing her against his body. The scene was so intense that Randy felt as if he were living it himself.

When their lips finally parted, a thin trickle of saliva spread between them. The woman smiled mischievously, aware of the excitement she felt for him. "You know I love to please you," she said, beginning to untie the knots in her robe, never taking her eyes off him.

The garment slowly fell away, revealing the woman's smooth, pale skin. Her milky breasts, large and firm, stood proud, tantalizing. The man held his breath, his gaze fixed on those exuberant curves.

Completely naked, the woman approached him, her legs slightly parted. "You've been waiting months to taste this again, haven't you, darling?" she whispered in a deep voice, sliding her fingers over her pubic area and spreading the walls of her vagina, referencing the fact that they hadn't had sex for months due to her pregnancy.

The man's eyes shone with pure excitement as he removed his clothes, revealing his enormous erect penis, which he grasped with his hand. "And you've been wanting this too," he replied, referring to his penis. Without hesitation, he grabbed her by the waist and penetrated her with force, eliciting a pleasured moan from her.

"Ah~!" "Ah~!" "Ah~!" "Ah~!"

The couple's bodies moved with unbridled passion, the sound of their skins colliding filling the room with intoxicating eroticism. The moans and gasps of pleasure were music to the ears, heightening the tension and desire in the air.

Pah~! Pah~! Pah~!

Randy watched in astonishment, unable to believe the sight unfolding before his eyes. The woman's huge breasts were so close to his face, not in front of his computer screen. The couple was completely absorbed in their carnal frenzy, oblivious to everything else.

"Ah~! I'm coming!" the woman shrieked, her voice echoing in the room.

The woman began to writhe in pleasure, her body tensing as she approached climax. Her husband rammed her hard, his movements becoming more frantic and deeper. Then, she exploded in an overwhelming orgasm, her body arching as she screamed in pure ecstasy, her juices flowing like a waterfall.

He held her tightly, without stopping, approaching his climax as well. The woman, still immersed in the surge of pleasure, could not believe how much she was looking forward to this; how her husband's cock would flood her insides with his semen.

With one last powerful thrust, he climaxed, releasing all the tension built up inside her. The woman cried out in pleasure, her body shuddering as she felt him fill her, her pussy spurting a stream of hot, thick juices. He held her together, her breaths heaving, her breasts rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing as the semen mingled with her juices, creating a unique ecstasy.

She felt full, complete, and connected to her husband in a way that only passion and sex can provide. Her body relaxed, her mind calmed, and she was immersed in the ecstasy of the moment.

He held her close, enjoying the moment, feeling the deep connection they had shared. His erection slackened, but his heart was still pounding, full of passion and love for his wife.

The room fell silent, only the sound of their breaths, and the beating of their hearts. The couple stood together, enjoying the moment, feeling the deep connection they had shared.

In the baby crib, Randy was still transfixed, unable to believe what he had just witnessed. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was ajar. He had never seen anything like it before and the scene had left him deeply shocked.