Easy Mode (Part 1) [MF][Oral][MC][Scifi]

**Easy Mode (Part1)**

**Intro:** Trying out a new story idea about altering reality on the fly. I’m sure this has been done before, but this is my attempt.

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**Henry Catches the Bus**

Henry was late coming back from lunch. The guy at the sandwich place had been taking his time chatting up his female coworkers rather than half-assedly making his sandwich. He wasn’t exactly on the on the clock when it came to lunch, but Thursdays were the days when he actually, you know, did some real work in the office. He didn’t want to have to stay late, or, ugh, do work on a *Friday*. He supposed his life could be worse, having *more* than four hours of boring spreadsheet work in a 40-hour week, but it was more of a pain to distribute over five days than get done in one go. Besides, he’d found a good webcomic he wanted to spend all day reading on Friday. As he stepped into the crosswalk, he looked down at his watch—almost two.

“Shit.” He muttered. He was going to miss Tabitha’s birthday cake if he didn’t get back soon. A piece of cake—any sugar—really helped him through the rest of a work day, though there were ongoing consequences. He looked down at his growing waistline. Then, he looked up and saw the bus heading straight for him. “Shi—.”

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Everything was black. Henry thought he was blind, or unconscious? No, he wouldn’t be questioning that if he was unconscious. ‘Am I blind?’ He thought to himself. But he also couldn’t feel anything. ‘Am I blind *and* paralyzed?’ He had a vision of a bus hurtling toward him. ‘Fuck.’ He thought. ‘The bus hit me, and now I’m blind, paralyzed, mangled…who knows what. And I’m *definitely* going to miss Tabitha’s cake.’ The darkness went on for quite some time. He tried to move. To open his eyes, but nothing seemed to happen. Henry waited, as if he had a choice, but he waited nonetheless.

*Would you like to return to the main menu?* The white text filled the immediate center of the blackness. *Y / N.*

‘Yes.’ Henry thought. And nothing happened.

“Yes.” Henry tried to say. And nothing happened. “Fuck.” He thought *and* tried to say. Also, nothing. The text lingered in the blackness. Nothing, again, happened.

“Hmm…” He thought about the problem, and then would have smacked himself on the head at his idiocy, if he were able to do anything other than think. ‘Y’, he thought. And with a nice fading gradient, a loading screen appeared? Yes, it definitely appeared…overlaid on the scene five feet before he reached his fateful crosswalk.

He could now see himself and the world, though the world was hazy behind the overlay, sound muffled to match. No one was looking at him as he stared at his own hands in disbelief. The menu text was still white and a little hard to read against the natural sunlit background. He turned to fact the wall of the building next to him. As he did this, he noted the activity around him was actually on a short loop—the world wasn’t going on without him—the world was *waiting* on him.

With the added shade and contrast from the concrete of the building acting as a backdrop, he could now read the text:

*Expanded verbal interaction enabled.*

* Restart

* Respawn from autosave

* Prestige

“Restart?” He said to himself, happy to hear his voice. It was still more of a question than a selection, but the menu responded with a pop-up. *Warning: Restart erases the current character permanently. Upon confirmation, you will be taken to character creation. Proceed? Y / N.*

“No.” He said, letting out a breath. That was close. He was glad there was a confirmation screen. “Prestige.” He said, not clear what it meant, but was greeted with an explanation. *Warning: Prestige is designed for advanced playthroughs. Character creation will be randomized, but you will be able to pick an additional prestige perk with each successive prestige. You will only be aware of prestige status at Game Over. Current Prestige Level: 0. Pre-Existing Perks: 0. Proceed? Y / N.* “That does not sound promising. No.” The prompt return to the main menu. Henry wasn’t much of a gamer, and Easy Mode was his preferred status in any game on his computer, given the option, and without an option, well, he usually cheated. “Respawn?” He said.

*It looks like you’re having some difficulty with this run.* The text in his view read. *You have had 5 deaths in the 31 years of this playthrough. Would you like to enable Interactive Assistance Mode? Y / N.*

“Yes.” He said. *Interactive Assistance Mode activated. Respawn in 5. 4. 3. 2.* “Shit!” *1.*

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I was late coming back from lunch. The guy at the sandwich place had been taking his time chatting up his female coworkers rather than half-assedly making my sandwich. I wasn’t exactly on the clock when it came to lunch, but Thursdays were the days when I actually, you know, did some real work in the office. I didn’t want to have to stay late, or, ugh, do work on a *Friday*. I supposed my life could be worse, having *more* than four hours of boring spreadsheet work in a 40-hour week, but it was more of a pain to distribute over five days than get done in one go. Besides, I’d found a good webcomic I wanted to spend all day reading on Friday. As I stepped into the crosswalk, I looked down at my watch—but…

But…I didn’t *need* to. I took a startled step back as a city bus blazed though the crosswalk inches from me. I could see the time displayed in the upper-right corner of vision, watching the numbers change from 1348 to 1349. I blinked, and the numbers went away as my eyes closed. And then…then… I *remembered*. What happened. What I chose.

“Holy shit!” I hissed. Then, louder, “I’m alive! I didn’t get hit by that bus…it…it’s real!”

*Perk Unlocked: Pearl Jamming. You’re still alive. Events that could possibly kill you will be highlighted in red. +1 XP.*

“Yes, buses are real,” a guy next to him muttered, shaking him away from the message in his own view, “what a glorious fucking day for you.” The guy stepped into the crosswalk, clear, though the rest of the street to either side was limned in red. Obviously, stepping into traffic outside of the crosswalk at midday was a bad idea. I stared after the snarky man as he crossed the street. A moment later, a title appeared above the stranger’s head: Snarky Man. It continued to hover over the man’s head even as he retreated into the distance.

Another pop-up appeared: *You can interact with any NPC or Character. Be aware, they all have their own motivations and agendas and may not wish to interact with you.* The crosswalk changed back to a low glowing red, and I had to wait another cycle of traffic. Someone stepped next to me, also waiting, and I glanced sideways seeing an attractive blonde, short, and wearing business attire, though she had a decent amount of cleavage showing. I took an extra moment to study her, like I did the snarky man, but she must have noticed my lingering look, even though I carefully avoided looking at her cleavage. She caught my eyes with her own, and I sheepishly glanced away. The the red glow of the crosswalk faded as the ‘WALK’ sign started blinking. She dashed off ahead of me, though a title now appeared above her head too: *Sexy Executive Assistant*. Well, okay, she *was* sexy, at least by my standards, but…I took off after her, catching up at the far side of the street.

“Excuse me, miss?” I called out. She stopped and turned.

“Yes?” She seemed both wary and impatient.

“Are you, um, an executive assistant?” I could see her thinking about it, and she looked at me in my suit. Her demeanor shifted.

“Yes…do you work at Berners-Welk, too? I thought for a moment you were just a creep checking me out back there.”

“Sorry,” I thought quickly, “I’m, uh, new at the office. I just thought I recognized you.” I saw a second line appear under her ‘name’—my description of her:

*Sexy Executive Assistant*

*Employed at Berners-Welk Lawfirm*

*Perk Unlocked: Just One More Thing. NPCs are now more likely to answer unprompted questions. This skill can grow with experience. +1 XP.*

A dialogue option popped up on either side of her head:

* My name is Henry…
* See you later.

“I’ll see you around.” Henry said, and the options disappeared. She smiled politely and started walking away.

*Suggested dialogue indicates potential options for interaction. Some alternatives may have been unknown to you during previous playthroughs. Suggested dialogue is suggested, not required.*

“Little slow on the hints, there.” Henry muttered to himself, and he went back to his office.

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**Looks Like Someone’s Got a Case of the Birthdays (Level 0, 2 XP)**

I worked at a regional branch of a nationwide logistics company. The pay was decent, I only occasionally had to wear a suit and tie, I was more or less left to my own devices, literally and figuratively, since I also spent a lot of time fucking around on my phone, but it was decidedly boring and empty work. On paper, it sounded cool that the company was responsible for a significant portion of the cargo entering and leaving the southwest portion of the US, but in over six years of working there, I’d never so much as seen a cargo container or visited a port. My life’s work was a spreadsheet I purposefully over-engineered intermixed with the occasional birthday cake or happy hour. I wove my way back to my cubicle, passing the sad remains of Tabitha’s birthday cake, and I sat down to log on to my computer.

“Hey, Henry.” It was Tabitha. She leaned against the frame of my cubicle and gave me a questioning look. “You missed the cake feast.”

“Lunch was a disaster,” I said, not looking up from my computer as it continued loading. It was slow this afternoon. I sighed. “I almost bailed…but *just* eating cake didn’t sound like a great option.”

“Tell that to Marie Antoinette.” She laughed, tossing back her long brown curls as I looked in her direction. I almost bolted out of my seat. Tabitha’s full name floated above her head. Her job title, cube number, office phone, and cell phone underneath that. Behind that info, if I focused, was miscellaneous information like her favorite color, her date of birth (today, obviously), but also numerous other details I must have gleaned from her over the years we’d known each other. We’d both started at the company within weeks of each other, we were even in the same training program, so we were pretty good acquaintances given our similar ages. I’d say ‘friends’, but we really hadn’t socialized outside of work in years, not since I seriously started dating my—now—wife. It wasn’t as if I retained this information purposefully, but there it was. And some of it seemed conjecture—I supposed similar to how I guessed the random woman on the street was a secretary. Tabitha’s bra size was listed as *??, but probable C-cup*. Apparently, this was important information for me. I glanced at her chest. I was not ashamed to admit it wasn’t the first time I’d thought about her breasts, though I was usually jerking off at the time. Tabitha starred in a lot of my office fantasies.

“I, um, uhh…” As usual, I was very smooth.

“You seem a bit out of it, Henry.” I looked up at her. The game—whatever it was—wasn’t just giving me details, it was giving me reminders and pointers, but only of things he was reasonably sure of. “Maybe you weren’t looking for a taste of grocery store sheet cake.” She chuckled.

* I’ve had a rough day.

* I’m sorry I missed your birthday cake.

* I prefer pie.

“Truth be told, I prefer pie.” I said, though, as I said it, I realized *what* I said.

“*Henry*!” She leaned into my cubicle. “I’m shocked at that kind of talk from you.” She said in a hushed tone, but smirked. I could smell wine on her breath. A notation appeared next to her name: *Tipsy*, followed by two dialogue options:

* I’m married…

* Is there pie available?

I glanced down at the ring on my finger. Tabitha and I teased each other occasionally, casually—but lightly—flirted, sort of. I wasn’t married when I met her, but I *was* settled in my marriage now…and…but…well…I *had* almost—actually?—died today.

“I *am* married, you know.” I said, finally, and her face formed a tight smile. “I mean, I generally try to *avoid* pie at work.” I quickly added.

*Perk Unlocked: Both Sides Are Not the Same. You changed your decision. You will have a larger time window to correct bad choices. This skill can grow with experience. +1 XP.*

These perks were distracting, and I really needed to look into this whole ‘experience’ thing, but none of that was enough to distract from what happened next.

“Hmmm.” She took a step into my cubicle. “That doesn’t sound like a hard and fast rule.” She slid a hand down my shoulder. Her nipples were poking through the fabric of her blouse. Another modifier faded in next to *Tipsy*…*Aroused*. “It *is* my birthday.” She said, but looked away nervously. “I may have had one too many glasses of wine….or just enough?” Two dialogue options appeared again. One was reiterating my marital status, the other, I read aloud.

“The meeting room down on two,” I said, “the one for teleconferences,” I added to clarify, “no one is using it because the microphone in there is broken. Five minutes.” Her eyes widened in surprise, but then shifted as she nodded. She left my cubicle, and a countdown clock—from five minutes—appeared in my upper-left field of view.

*Useful or important timers may appear when prompted.*

“No shit.” I muttered. My heart was racing. I’d never seriously considered cheating on my wife before, but then, I died today—for the fifth time, apparently—so when did the death do us part come into play? Okay, I was still an asshole, but I was an asshole experiencing—at minimum—visual hallucinations, and possibly a revelation as to the nature of existence. Also, I had an incredible erection. That last one seemed to be having the biggest sway. Regardless, I hoped I wouldn’t run into anyone as I casually made my way to the rear stairwell leading down to the second floor.

I waited in the stairwell a minute, found the conference room, and backed into it, keeping an eye out in the otherwise empty hallway as I carefully closed the door.

“Well, I’m glad it’s you, otherwise this would have been awkward. I turned at Tabitha’s voice and my jaw dropped. She was standing by the table in nothing but heels, lacy blue lingerie, and thigh highs, her clothes piled on one of the chairs. She shyly shifted some of her hair behind her ear.

“Were you, uh…planning this?”

“It’s my birthday…and I wanted to feel sexy on my birthday, but this?” She crossed the space to me. “Us? No. Fantasized, maybe,” she loosened my tie, “but not *planned*.” I stood there admiring her. “I’m getting chilly, Henry.” She blushed. I reached for her, and after a few awkward first kisses, we found our rhythm, and her tongue slipped between my lips, and I tasted the wine and cake. Tabitha started undressing me as I felt her breasts, her bra so thin it was barely there, my other hand grabbing her ass—a thong.

“Fuck.” I said, feeling how hard I was. I kicked off my shoes as she started undoing my pants, and gasped as I saw two pleasure meters appear, one from me and one for her. Hers was surprisingly higher, and as I teased at her nipples and traced her areolas, I watched it creep upwards, though as she tugged down my pants, followed by my underwear, mine shot up quickly—some puns intended.

*Pleasure meters, like other meters, can assist you in knowing and understanding the goals and limits of players and NPCs.*

“I guess I don’t have to ask is you really want to do this.” She said, clutching my erection. “But are you sure?”

I responded by undoing her bra—34C, the info filled in—and I kissed her, moving my mouth to her nipples. Nibbling, licking, caressing, I was getting immediate feedback on what worked for her. I stepped clear of my clothes and teased the front of her panties. She was wet, but got wetter. I slid my hand down the front and felt a narrow brush of pubic hair and followed it with my fingers down to her sex. I teased her and traced her pussy, letting her panties fall to the floor. She carefully stepped out of them, still in her heels and stockings, and I lifted her onto the conference table.

Tabitha wrapped her legs around my waist, but rather than fucking her, I used my fingers, working her as my erection brushed against her thigh. She responded quickly when I started stroking her clitoris with my index and middle fingers, and she laid back on the table, enjoying the ride. I was half-worried she would come, given how quickly her pleasure meter was filling, but she laughed.

“Henry, I appreciate the efforts at being a considerate lover, but fuck me, already!” She pulled me close with her stocking-clad legs. I slipped inside her with the gentlest of thrusts, and she gasped at the first movement. I started fucking her hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, but her pleasure meter barely moved. I eased out—nearly completely—and went back in. She gave a small moan, and I repeated the long thrusts, steady, sure, and letting her feel every inch. I kept it up for just two minutes before her pleasure meter flashed and she started coming. Tabitha shuddered even as I continued my careful efforts until she finally pushed me off. “You have to stop!” She said, sitting up on her elbows, and laughing. “A girl can only take so much.” She let out a breath and grabbed her own breast. “Happy fucking birthday to me.” She laughed again.

*Perk Unlocked: She Shot First. Your careful attention will aid you in bringing partners to climax. This skill can grow with experience. +1 XP.*

I blinked, but another message appeared.

*Perk Unlocked: How About I Put It Innuendo? Your flagrant flirting resulted in actual sex. You are now more likely to see sexual options in conversations. +1 XP.*

“Uhh…” I didn’t really know how to process that. I cleared the view and tried to recover. “Did you enjoy your—.” I started.

“Oh, fuck you, Henry!” She hopped off the table, embracing me. “You damn well *know* I enjoyed it.” She slid down my body, going to her knees, and kissed the length of my cock. It was my turn to shudder with pleasure. She took the tip of me in her mouth, grasping my shaft with a free hand, and began teasing me with her tongue before moving on to actually blowing me. I ran my hands through the thick curls on her head as she bobbed on my cock.

“I’m going to—.” I said, but she didn’t hesitate, increasing her efforts, and I started coming so hard I nearly yelped, my knees slightly buckling. She pulled back carefully, looking up at me, then grabbed a trash can and spit into it.

“No offense,” she said, standing, and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “but I don’t swallow.” She looked so serious, that all I could do was laugh.

“Noted.” I said, and leaned down to kiss her. I took a step back and admired her full nudity. “You’re way hotter than I imagined.” I said.

“Oh, now you’re getting mushy on me.” She laughed, pulling on her panties. “And don’t think this is going to get you promoted, either.”

“Wouldn’t you have to be in my promotion chain, first?” I laughed.

“True,” she said, putting her bra back on, “but you’d have to make me come like that at least five more times before I would even *consider* illegally promoting you.”

“That’s very noble of you.” She handed me my underwear.

“It’s like you knew *exactly* what got me going…it was…impressive.” She said. “But don’t get full of yourself. Then again, maybe I’m just tipsy.” She teased my fading erection and finished getting dressed.

“Even if it’s a one-time thing, Tabitha…happy birthday.” She genuinely smiled at that, but then it faded when she glanced at the ring on my finger. “I, um, really do have some work I need to finish today.” I said, trying to give her an easy way out. I jolted as she moved to the door, seeing a new note under her name. *Personal Notes: Does not swallow*. She nodded to me, closing the door behind her and leaving me to finish dressing.

I got dressed as neatly as I could without a mirror and waited another minute before heading back up to my cubicle. I was the first to admit, I was in a bit of a haze, and while some of it was afterglow, I was also finally starting to process what had truly happened to me earlier. Yes, it could still all be some massive mental break, but the clock was still in my vision, which, honestly, would be a really weird mental break to have, especially given how accurate it was. I tried to get back into my work, but couldn’t keep in the flow of data entry and cross-checking that made up the bulk of the initial effort. Visions, in this instance—just memories, not actual projections—of Tabitha’s naked body kept flitting through my mind. The look on her face as she came, the look on her face as she took me in her mouth.

*Would you like to speed up your work? Y / N.*

The message came unbidden, but I answered with a resounding, “Fuck, yes.” I shuddered and then blinked, my eyes watering and feeling a bit tired. I leaned back in my seat, and my muscles twinged, which was only more painful when I nearly fell out of the seat seeing my work complete before me. “What the—.” But I didn’t have to guess the reason. The clock in my vision read 1627. Nearly two hours had passed in an instant, though my body apparently registered all of the muscle stiffness and eyestrain those two hours of spreadsheet work entailed. I studied the screen. The numbers looked right. I clicked ‘save’ and let out a breath. I stood carefully and stretched. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Even the sun coming in through far windows seemed to be in about the right place for the time of day. In my stupor, I’d apparently even answered emails.

I hastily logged off. I was tempted to stop by Tabitha’s desk, but I didn’t want to draw too much attention to our interaction. Yes, we talked often at work, but it was almost always in passing or occasionally over lunch. When I got outside, I was offered the option to fast forward through my commute as well, and though I was tempted, I said no and got home just before five.

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**End Part 1**

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