Chapter #4In The Library Of The Beast's Castle by: G.Harold   Original Author: SWLatina
Something had gone terribly wrong.
Your name is Amy Johnson and, despite your very western sounding name, you look very much like your Korean mother. Same petite height, eye shape, long dark hair, petite slim build...
Well, except for your impressive bust line. Nobody on your mother's side of the family had anything above an A cup, and you're a solid D, But that really has nothing to do with the situation you're in right now.
Or maybe it does. No matter what you do, everything seems to come back to your perceived "hotness." Everything centers around your looks, at least in the eyes of other people.
Most people think the most you can aspire to in life is as a model at boat and car shows.
So instead you focus on individual sports, advanced mathematics, and coding for virtual reality programs. You've recently been working on a virtual reality program that allows the user to take the part of a character from the animated film "Beauty and the Beast."
You had been running the program as Belle, and enjoying yourself immensely, Especially since the programmed characters didn't seem to notice that Belle was a young busty Korean woman. instead of a European woman with a more modest bust size.
And that's where things went wonky.
You were at the final scene, where Belle declared her love for Beast just as the last rose petal fell.
Instead, something had gone wrong with the program. Just as you were about to declare your love, an unprogrammed lightning strike hit you and everything went black.
When you came to, you were expecting to wake up in the VR chamber, possibly with a pair of EMTs bending over you.
Instead, it looked like you were still in the program. You were wearing the same blue peasant dress, white blouse and apron, and dark flats you had worn for everything except the ballroom and outside scenes. And you were in the library, stretched out on fur rug.
But the room looked weird. It seemed huge. You suspect that the vision input has been tunnel visioned. You're wondering why nobody has ended the program yet. You sit up and make a finger motion with your right hand that should end the program.
It doesn't. Instead, you sitting up sets off another reaction, one you didn't expect.
"Belle, you're awake! Good! How do you feel?"
It's Beast's voice, one that you've become accustomed to (and that you have to remind yourself is computer generated, and not real). Except it's deeper. So deep, in fact, that it vibrates your entire body.
There's a reason for that.
You discover you're not lying on the rug. You're on the palm of Beast's hand/paw. And there's nothing wrong with your vision input. Everything looks huge because it is huge.
Or rather, you're tiny.
The Beast's face fills your entire field of vision. It would probably be frightening, if you hadn't been interacting with the Beast for so long. And there is a look of concern in his eyes that melts your heart.
"I'm---I'm okay," wondering if the program had taken a twist on its own, or if one of the other programmers put in this easter egg.
"The lightning strike did something with the curse on me, but I don't know what," Beast tells you. He cradles you in one hand, while a finger on his other strokes your hair.
There's something odd about how Beast is stroking your hair. Your interactions with the programmed characters, prior to the lightning strike, have been muted. You can feel an object is there, but not textures.
But the giant finger stroking you feels very real, as does the fur underneath you. It feels just as real as if this was all happening in the real world.
"So I was thinking we could do some research in the library." the Beast continues, the stroking finger sliding over your hair and down your back, then back up again. It sends little chills through your body, and you find yourself on your hands and knees, arching your back like a cat being stroked. "Unless your tired. I can take you back to your room, let you take a nap, and we'll talk about it when you wake up. Or we could go back to my room and...talk."
There's a undertone to the way the Beast pronounces talk that sends a shiver through your body. Up until this point, there has been absolutely nothing sexual about the program. The Beast is still stroking your hair and back, but it seems his finger lingers a little at the small of your back before making its way back up to your head.
It makes you wonder what might happen if you decide to go back to Beast's bedroom.
You decide to  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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