The reader sat on a plush armchair, feet tucked up underneath them. He leaned back into the chair, his eyes scanning over the final pages of his favorite fantasy novel. He held the book with one hand and used the other to flip the pages, his eyes devouring every word.
Outside, a soft snowfall began to drift down from the sky, blanketing the ground in a pure white sheet. The reader glanced out the window, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene.
As the final words were read, something tugged at the reader's heart. This was it—the end. The story was over. It had been an epic journey about a mighty hero who defeated the demon queen after years of fighting.
Overcome with emotion, he reached out and gently touched the final page. And as he did so, a strange light seemed to emanate from within the book. It was a luminous glow that grew brighter and brighter until his entire room was bathed in its radiance.
He began feeling a pull, a force that seemed to be drawing him into the book itself. He tried to resist, but it was no use. It became stronger for a moment, and before he could even blink, he found himself headfirst in the story.
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"Gaaaaarhhh!"
A female shriek.
"H-huh..."
The reader tried to feel his throat. "Wait, what's going on? My voice is... Wait... Where am I?"
As he slowly opened his eyes, he found himself in a small hut, lying on a simple straw bed.
"What... what happened?"
He tried to sit up, but his body felt weak and disoriented. As he looked down at himself, he noticed that his form was distinctly feminine, with large breasts and wide hips.
"WHAT?!"
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He touched his face, his hair, his body... but everything felt different. His chest was full and heavy, his legs were luscious, and his hands were delicate.
"I... I can't be..."
As he tried to stand, his knees wobbled, and his stomach lurched, causing him to stumble back down onto the bed.
"Am I... still in the book? But... as who? Is this a dream?"
It didn't feel like a dream. He could feel everything. Or was it a she now? She didn't understand.
She made her way toward the door, slowly stumbling across the uneven wood floor. The air outside was brisk, and her bare feet were soon numbed by the cold.
As she took in her surroundings, she realized she was in a forest surrounded by towering trees and piles of orange autumn leaves. There was no one around, and she could hear the sound of her own breath in the silence.
"H-how did I get here?" She remembered being in her room, reading the book, and then the light. "What is this?! Whose body is this?!"
She quickly rushed inside, hoping to find a mirror to see herself. She had to know. She had to understand.
After a few minutes of rummaging around in the hut, she managed to find a small handheld mirror. It wasn't much, but it would do. She looked down at herself and saw...
"Jasmine!? The main villain?! W-what?! But she should be dead! Wasn't the hero the one who defeated her?"
Red eyes, black hair, and demonic red horns that extruded from her forehead—there was no doubt about it. She was in the body of the most despicable creature in the world: the demon queen herself.
But... she wasn't ugly at all. In fact, her features were beautiful, with fair skin, sensual curves, toned muscles, and plump lips. She couldn't help but admire her reflection, running her delicate fingers along her smooth cheeks and feeling the softness of her breasts.
"Da-damn, am I allowed to do this?" she thought, continuing to caress her curves. It was impossible not to enjoy the feeling of her own touch, and she suddenly understood how Jasmine had gained so many admirers.
She wanted to take a peek. Really quickly, just to know what it looked like...
After hesitating for a minute, she carefully pulled off the threadbare clothes she was wearing and stared at her new body in all its glory. She ran the mirror along every inch, examining every part. Her skin was taut and smooth, her breasts firm and perky, and her ass... it was beyond plump.
"Hot damn. Wow... Jasmine sure is sexy."
She couldn't help it anymore. She wanted to know how the pink love hole between her thighs looked. She took a deep breath and slipped her skirt down, revealing a... penis?
"WHAT?!"
Shocked, she immediately checked again. "Y-yup... it's there. I-is this possible? Wait, why do I have a cock, too?!"
Her thoughts were racing. What was going on? Why was she a demon queen but also had a dick? It didn't make sense.
She sat in stunned silence for a while, trying to wrap her head around the situation. Sucked into her favorite novel, but now as the demon queen who was supposed to be dead.
And then, her penis stood up.
"N-no way! You're joking! NO! Not in my fantasy world!"
Panicking, she tried to push it back down, but to no avail. A penis did not work like that. Her shaft continued to harden and throb in a desperate attempt at procreation.
Suddenly, the door slammed open, and a red-haired girl burst in. "Queen Jasmine! Queen Jasmine is that you?!"
"Who was that," she thought. "She wasn't a character in the story."
Noticing her sitting there naked with a throbbing erection, the girl quickly hid her blushing cheeks behind her hands and squealed with embarrassment.
"F-forgive me, Queen Jasmine, I did not mean to intrude. I heard some sounds inside as I was coming back from hunting, and... and..." she trailed off.
"No, no, it's fine," Jasmine said, regaining her composure and straightening up, while she quickly put her clothes on. "Come here. How long have I been asleep?"
"About a hundred years now."
"Wait... what did she say? A hundred... years...? What even happened?"
"After our defeat, we took you into hiding. The hero and his party went on a killing spree and hunted most of our tribe. I haven't seen another demon in ages," she said, taking her hood off to reveal two similar demon horns. "Now it's just the two of us."
Jasmine gulped at the sight of those demon horns. This young girl was a demon... and a sexy one at that. Long crimson-colored hair, red eyes, smooth skin, and a perfect set of thighs. What would they feel like if wrapped around her body...
Damnit, Jasmine cursed internally. Calm down, stupid. Don't be a pervert.
She wanted to pretend she'd never had the thought. Maybe there were some more books around somewhere—she needed an excuse to think of something else.
Jasmine nodded, thinking back to the novel. There wasn't anything else that happened after the hero defeated the demon queen. It just ended, and she was sucked into the book.
"What's your name?" she asked the beautiful girl.
"Eris Marwood," she answered. "You probably don't remember me. I was just a tiny girl when we got invaded after all."
Eris blushed again and averted her gaze away from her cock, which she obviously had a crush on already. Jasmine turned the other way. Damn, she was turning into such a pervert.
"It's fine. Thanks for keeping me safe, Eris. So what now? What has happened in the past hundred years?"
"Oh, I don't even know where to start," she began. "How about we go outside and go for a walk? I can show you around."
Jasmine smile. "Sure!"