Game on

Chapter four: Just business as usual.

"Where the hell am I supposed to go?"- Tucker muttered as he studied the map within his tablet.

Several new icons had appeared soon after Paulina's mission each one with a different letter which made him assume the tutorial phase was finally over, that alone was something that worried him as he recalled his failed highway mini-game, the teen was most glad to have not died, though was more than glad to have tried again and earned a new vehicle that made his journey much easier. What bothered the geek most was not the constant fighting and near-death scenarios but not being able to pop his cherry considering the amount of sex taking place around him.

Dash had his way with Sam during the party mission while Paulina and her satellite participated in an orgy. His favorite place in the wide world, the Nasty Burger had been transformed into something of a strip club with high prices and sexy girls that he couldn't touch just like its real-world counterpart, the oddest thing was the lack of prostitutes. Tucker was hoping that he would at least get some mission where he was to sleep with several hookers, or at least find one to activate the sex activities.

"I took a wrong choice with Sam, should have said no and I probably would have clapped those cheeks." Tucker declared as he recalled Sam's soft butt. "But Paulina? Had I left then she, and Star would have been attacked by that brute, that wasn't a choice."- Tucker said as he followed the path to the nearest icon, a J.

A long and heavy sigh escaped from Tucker's lips as he saw Fenton Works, just as he remembers it from real life, a two-story brick house with an enormous operation tower on the rooftop that was even bigger than the house itself. Tucker knew he wasn't going to like the mission but had no other option seeing that he was still unable to crash or hack the game, in hindsight, from his perspective was like trying to hack the real world. His attention was drawn towards Danny who sitting on the porch tampering with his phone.

"What's up?"- Danny asked upon seeing Tucker while putting away his phone.

"Just chilling."- The teenager replied wondering if the next mission had started, it was hard to tell without any cutscenes, he had to wait until the text log appear telling him what to do next.

It was then that he noticed a red sports car slowly materializing on the road just beside Danny which took Tucker by surprise, nevertheless, it reminded him of the old retro game where characters simply appeared out of thin air, normally the camera angle wouldn't allow the player to see the new NPC appear as he would be out of frame. Tucker gulped down as he watches with great dismay as two large black muscular teens climb out of the sports car making Tucker feel small. He couldn't recognize either of the boys.

"Yo, little dude. Is your sister home?"- one of the teens wearing a Casper High letterman jacket asked.

"Umm… yeah… she's home. What do you want?"- Danny asked uncharacteristically shy.

The techno-geek frowned as he was almost sure what the two brain-dead jocks were here for. The mental image of Dash bouncing his hips up and down on Sam Manson was still fresh in his brain, the goth claimed it was a sacrifice, a deal to make sure the jock got off Danny but deep down knew she liked it a lot, it made Tucker wonder if the real-world Sam planned something similar or perhaps even slept with Dash already.

"I'm pretty sure Danny would tear him apart."- Tucker thought as he stared the jocks down.

The main door suddenly slammed wide open revealing a young redhead taking Tucker by surprise who quickly turned over to Jazz Fenton and saw that she was dressed in a see-through greenish nightgown that showed far too much of her figure including her bare breasts, though just like with the other girls, Jazz's body had been heavily sexualized though not nearly as exaggerated like with Sam who resembled the classic dumb bimbo with a thick layer of black makeup and a sexier version of her everyday outfit, though Tucker didn't mind the changes.

The redhead was much curvier than what Tucker recalls, her breasts though bigger fell in the realm of believable easily fitting in his hands had he the chance of holding them, not the massive balloons Sam has hanging on her chest, Jazz's waist was smaller and her legs slightly thicker though not as much as Paulina. The redhead had curves and enough meat on all the right places which made Tucker pitch a tent in his pants.

Tucker couldn't go against his more basic instincts as he drooled over the redhead while making his way towards her, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own as he grabs one of the redhead's large breasts confirming their size. His entire body shivered in delight despite knowing that it wasn't the real Jazz Fenton but a sexier version of her, even so, just being able to touch was more than enough at the moment. Soon his left hand joins in and began fondling the girl, moving her large breasts in a semi-circle manner, common decency prevented him from going any further down.

None of the presents seemed to care in the least about Tucker's lacking care for personal space, Danny was more interested in knowing why the jock was at his door while Jazz herself didn't even react to being touched completely out of the blue. Tucker knew that in the real world, there would be screaming and insults would be hurled but being able to feel her up was like a dream come true as Tucker held a long-time crush on Danny's older sister, the geek had fantasied far too many times about the redhead coming to his room late one night dressed in nothing more than lingerie while carrying a slice of chocolate cake in one hand and a new tablet in the other.

"They're with me, lil bro."- Jazz said scaring Tucker who let go of the redhead, more of an instinctual reaction than anything else. "We're going to be reviewing the Pythagoras theorem… in my room…"- the redhead added with a smirk.

"Mission start. New objective, damage Danny's bike."- the magic text log appeared pushing Tucker behind as he read the instructions while making him sigh, he knew what to expect.

"We're gonna be studying hard," The jock added as he walks up to the redhead and puts his large arm over her shoulder. "Mind fetching us some drinks while we study with your sister"- the second jock added while rubbing Danny's head.

"Buy it at my favorite place, will you."- Jazz added as the teen grabbed one of her breasts, even pinching her nipple.

The hair on the backside of Tucker's head raises like an angry cat as he saw the stranger taking such liberties with the redhead, unlike the in-game Danny who was braindead for not taking notice of the jock's action, Tucker was ready to start throwing punches or better yet, leave the teen as a human pincushion as he took out his crossbow ready to commit a tragedy. Unfortunately, there wasn't anything he could do other than watch, the last thing he wanted to was to repeat the intro all over again if that were to be the case.

"What?! That's on the other side of town!"- Danny retorted but his sister waltzed inside swaying her hips from side to side. It was the first time that Tucker saw her in high heels. "It'll take me an hour just to get there!"- the teen complained more about having to travel to the other side of town rather than complaining about a stranger running his hand to his sister's butt which he fondled. Tucker wanted to commit murder more than ever.

Despite Danny's complaints he obeyed his sister's commands and walked toward his bike that somehow appeared on the sidewalk while ushering Tucker to follow up. With a deep sigh and fully lamenting his actions, Tucker aimed his crossbow and hit the front wheel, it was the second time that he backstabbed his fake best friend but wanted to get out as soon as possible. Tucker raised an eyebrow as he saw Danny peddling down the street with a giant bolt sticking out from the front wheel, it was only after half a block that he dismounted his bike and examined the damage while crossing his arms over his chest as if he was unable to see the cause.

"Damn it! I got a flat tire, I don't know what happened, must have run over a nail or something."- Danny said while Tucker gazed over the bolt sticking out from the wheel. "I'll take my skateboard; I'll be right back."- the teen said

"Sure, thing Danny, we can hang out some other day."- Tucker replied soon to see his best friend skating away.

"New objective. Sneak into Fenton Works and find out what Jazz Fenton is doing."- the mission log instructed Tucker.

"Find out? Find out?! It's obvious she's fucking those two retards!"- Tucker yelled out. "I ain't no idiot, there is no way they're studying shit! Fucking game! Fine, I'll do it…"- he added seeing no other option.

(XXXX)

Tucker didn't fancy seeing the girl he had a crush on having a threesome with the two teens he had never seen before, deep down was hoping there would be a pack of murdering maniacs just around the corner to distract him. His heart was beating faster upon opening the main door, unlike his in-game house, Fenton Works had an uncanny number of details, the living room was just as he remembers from the real world, same color and decoration, and all the furniture was placed in the same order. It was then that a giant floating eye appeared scaring the wits out of him, Tucker instantly realized it was the stealth indicator, a fully open eye meant that he was spotted while a close one meant he was incognito, next to the eye was an ear which told him the amount of noise he was making.

"Crouch or crawl to enter sneak mode" the mission text log read as it magically appeared in front of Tucker who barely managed to muffle a scream. He hated how it simply appeared out of nowhere.

"I knew that"- Tucker replied as he got on all fours and entered Fenton Works.

The house was eerily silent as Tucker expected loud music booming from the redhead's room, but the moment he crossed the main door heard muffled moaning coming from the floor above, it was as if someone turned on the volume, and the geek growled in frustration, before going any further, decided to do some exploration on the ground floor while making sure not to set off the alarms. Tucker had visited many times before but never truly stop to see the house, only then did he notice family photos hanging on the wall and a few shelves with Jazz and Danny's school prizes, the former having far more.

There wasn't much to see as the ground floor had a living room with all the necessary commodities, a door leading to the garage, and finally a kitchen at the far back, Tucker felt a little jealous that Danny's house was so detailed while he was placed in some random house. The teen quietly made his way to the kitchen, once again seeing there was an absurd number of details, his eyes transfixed on the door leading to the basement where the ghost portal was located, the idea of having somehow been transported to a parallel universe cross his mind, perhaps going through the portal was the way home. Unfortunately, the door was closed.

Jazz's moaning could be heard even in the kitchen, almost as if it was at a fixed volume, never going higher or lower. It made Tucker feel most uncomfortable as his pants were starting to feel tighter, ignoring the moaning was a titanic endeavor, being both alluring and heartbreaking, Tucker had dreamt many times about hearing the redhead's lustful moaning but always saw himself as the reason and cause for such sounds.

Without much left to do, Tucker headed up the stairs, on his way saw a pair of pants and some white briefs that clearly belongs to the boys laying on the steps making him cringe but was also surprised at how fast they were already having sex. Soft moaning echoed through the hallway which made Tucker gulp down hard, his heart beating suddenly became faster, and a strange hollow formed in his stomach despite hearing the redhead for quite a while now.

The teen knew what to expect already and yet felt an ominous feeling taking him over along with a strange sense of excitement. The floating eye opened halfway forcing the teen to stop until it closed again, it was then that he noticed Danny's room, as expected the door was locked preventing him from snooping around, Tucker recalled his best friend once saying about his dad installing an armory, though Tucker was sure it would be locked even if he did find it. The next room to check was the source of the lewd moaning.

(XXXX)

The teen slowly crawled to the opened door while feeling like a complete pervert for breaking his best friend's and his sister's trust, no matter how much he likes the redhead there was no way he could just look at her most intimate moment, but reminded himself that it was to finish the game and that she wasn't the real one. The game mechanics felt both extremely advance and retro at the same time, there were parts of the scenario that Tucker could interact with seemingly no problems while other sections seemed to be painted on. The teen made sure to keep an eye on the stealth indicator as he approached the door.

"Harder! Deeper!"- Jazz declared loudly as Tucker poked his head inside almost as if someone flipped the mute button off.

As expected, the redhead was naked and being sandwiched by the teens on the bed, two thick black dicks slid inside the redhead who moaned and panted ever so loud, the bed threatening with breaking due to the violent movements, the previous elegant and seductive demeanor Jazz had now transformed into that of a rampaging slut, the studious goody-two-shoes mental image Tucker had of her was instantly destroyed despite knowing all too well that it wasn't the real Jazz Fenton, unfortunately, wouldn't be able to see the real one in the same manner.

The teen couldn't help but wonder if Jazz would even feel him if they ever slept together seeing that her companion's dicks were at least the size of her entire forearm and twice as thick making him wonder if she was hollow or something, perhaps the game master forgot to put intestines inside of the redhead, Tucker was more than sure that dicks were already pushing her stomach.

"Damn, she's taking it like a real trooper…"- Tucker muttered as he continued watching, a tent already pitching in his shorts. The eye that served as a stealth indicator suddenly opened up and the ear was at full volume.

"Oh my god, he's watching us!"- Jazz suddenly yelled scaring the wits out of Tucker who stood up and accidentally through the door as if someone had pushed him inside, though was sure to have not even touched the door. "Tucker?! What are you doing here?"- the redhead asked still glued to her boys.

"I can explain!"- Tucker cried out.

"There's a pervert outside filming us! Stop him, Danny! Or I'll… your… secr…"- the redhead ordered taking Tucker by surprise. "Secre… Gho…" Jazz suddenly froze up.

"She glitching? Secret? Ghost? There's no way she knows about Danny's secret identity!"- Tucker declared as Jazz began to blink and the two boys started to pump her again.

"No free shows! Stop that pervert."- Jazz commanded as she continued having sex. "Here! Take this!"- the redhead produced an energy pistol out of seemingly nowhere that she tossed to Tucker.

"Holy shit! Now that's what I'm talking about."- Tucker said as he stared at the energy pistol that resembled a Colt 1911 with a rectangular cannon painted in blue. "A Fenton blaster 900o! sweet!"- the teen added.

"Mission update: Hunt down the voyeur."-Tucker read the mission log.

(XXXX)

Tucker groan loudly as he rushed down the stairs, jumping two steps at a time, going through the kitchen door and out the backyard. His eyes set over a creepy lanky man with bucked teeth and thick glass, the personification of a pervert if Tucker had to point out. The stranger jump in fright upon seeing Tucker and leaped over the fence before he started running away forcing Tucker to exit the backyard just in time to see him getting on a bicycle. The teen quickly noticed a green arrow pointing to his new motorcycle standing in the middle of the alleyway.

The pervert peddled out of the alley as fast as his old van allowed, dodging cars and pedestrians while Tucker followed close behind aiming his pistol as best, he could. Not an easy task seeing the abnormal traffic that had suddenly formed followed by the many pedestrians that carelessly walked across the street, nevertheless, Tucker fired his gun as a blue laser beam struck the pervert who groan but continued moving.

"Are you freaking serious?!"- Tucker yelled as he saw the pervert climbing over the cars and stopping on a truck using his bike.

"She's just a slut like all the others and the world deserves to know!"- the pervert yelled out.

"What she does ain't your fucking business! Now give me that camera!"- Tucker replied as he fired his weapon, missing once but hitting him on the second try.

The pervert lost his balance and fell off the truck's rooftop rolling on the street but quickly got up and continued down a nearby alleyway, Tucker was surprised to see him still on the move but had to remind himself that he was still trapped inside a game, no one would have survived such a fall, in the very least would have ended up with serious injuries. The sudden lack of cars made the chase much easier despite the many new obstacles such as garbage cans and cardboard boxes that seem to be made out of metal, these were very easy to dodge with a well-time ollie that he didn't know could do.

"Leave me alone, you damn bully!"- The pervert yelled.

"I'm not a bully! Just give me the pictures you took of my friend and I'll leave you alone."- Tucker replied. "Can't believe we're both risking our lives for some damn candid photos"- the teen added.

"Never!"- the pervert yelled back.

"Oh shit…"- Tucker muttered as he saw his prey pulling out a small automatic pistol.

Rather than abandoning the chase, Tucker fired his energy gun trying to get the drop on the pervert who fired blindly. Tucker moves side to side avoiding the stream of bullets but also noticed wooden planks neatly placed over dumpsters making them into the perfect ramp which he didn't doubt using to get overhead and fired his pistol. Two energy bolts broke the teenager's backpack allowing for a stream of photographs to fly out once they reentered the main street.

Tucker was rather surprised the local authorities hadn't come after them already, gunshots had been fired and surely someone had to have called it in already. Tucker was nevertheless pleased with the lack of police response as their presence would make things much harder. The last thing he wanted was to be dodging patrol cars or worst yet, police gunfire, it was already hard enough dealing with the pervert's firepower.

"My precious collection!"- the pervert yelled out.

His attention was solely focused on the fleeing collecting that he didn't see the incoming shop. Tucker saw the pervert crash and fly through the window forcing him to stop his pursuit, armed with the energy gun, Tucker approached the window. It was then that the pervert popped up and fired his automatic pistol forcing Tucker to run to the side, his heart beating so fast and hard that it could break through his chest.

The pervert ducked under the window frame only for a few seconds before coming back out and firing a seemingly endless stream of bullets, Tucker quickly realized that his movements were predictable allowing the teen to shoot at his perverted foe every time that he came into view. So far, police had yet to arrive, not a single pedestrian in sight which made his fight much easier. It took Tucker almost ten headshots to take the lanky teen down.

"Go digital next time"- Tucker mocked as he looked at the lifeless body of the pervert.

"Is he dead?"- A quirky voice said from behind the counter.

Tucker clutched his weapon as a young overly thin teenager with a bowl haircut came out from behind the counter, he was dressed in a rather simple attire that consisted of a pair of black pants and a white button shirt that showed Tucker how biased the game was towards males who were given generic looks and clothing, while almost all of the girls had been heavily sexualized and given many attributes along with very fashionable clothes.

"He's dead."- Tucker informed, even though he was surprised at how cold he sounded.

"Thank goodness, that bastard overtook my shop but now it's back to Daddy."- the teen said puffing his chest. "Name's Sidney but everybody calls me Pointdexter. Here, I want you to have this as a thank you."- Poindexter said handing him a large camera.

"I'm not a…pervert…"- Tucker replied as he took the camera wondering what kind of uses it would have. "But I could use this for survivance… or something."- The teen added not knowing what to make of it other than to take random photos, something that he could do with his smartphone.

"You can link the cameras to your tablet and have real-time footage, speaking of which, wanna make some extra cash?" Pointdexter said with a sly smirk. It was at that moment that another text log appeared between Tucker and Pointdexter.

"By purchasing businesses around Amity Park, you can make an extra income, many shops offer a unique variety of tools and weapons"- the text log read while showing several shops that included a gun shop, a body shop, and a sex store.

Tucker saw with buyer's remorse as more than half of his money suddenly vanished making him the proud proprietor of the "We Spy tech" store, even Tucker knew for a fact that the shop he bought was worth tenfold what he paid for, and there were several legal issues to attend, all which he easily dodged thanks to the game's mechanics. A gold coin with a dollar symbol appears in front of the front desk followed by the number cero.

"Awesome, dude. So, here's the deal, we have an online viewing room for our select clientele, what I need you to do is put these spy cams in the girl's rooms and we're are in business."- Poindexter said rubbing his hands.

"So, we're not making money by selling electronics… yeah… I figured."- Tucker replied.

"Mission start. Put a spy camera on each of the girls' rooms without being detected."- the mission log ordered.

"Wait! Can I activate a mission while being on a mission?"- Tucker asked until recalling the classic RPG where the player could activate several missions at the same time. "My hit lists include Jazz, Maddie, Sam, Paulina, Star, and Valerie… no surprise there. Doesn't take a genius to know it was Danny who was supposed to be trapped in here, maybe it was for the best that I was sent here, Danny would have snapped already, seeing Sam, Paulina, and now Jazz get fucked hard would have been too much for him."- Tucker said feeling that he was at the limit after seeing his crush with two teens far manlier than he would ever be.

"Come back in a few days and I'll have some new tech waiting for you," Pointdexter concluded.

(XXXX)

Following the mission's instructions, Tucker headed back to Fenton Works not only to inform Jazz about his success but to place the camera in her room, the teen didn't fancy seeing the redhead having sex again but if he wanted to get out, needed to complete as many missions as he could. He would have to play ball until coming up with a better solution to his predicament, Tucker was more than sure his friends were already hard at work trying to get him out.

The two teens that were "studying" with Jazz walked out the front door, one shirtless while the other fully clothed, both of them ignored Tucker completely as they walked down the sidewalk making him growl due to the amount of effort given to let them fuck his long-standing crush. Not a single "thank you" or "atta-boy" was thrown his way making him feel more like a maid than anything else.

Tucker froze as he walked into Jazz's bedroom and saw her lying completely naked on the floor flat on her back with both legs spread apart, cum slowly flowing out of her reddish gaping love holes, the girl seemed to have been bathed in semen as the baby batter formed a puddle underneath her. On closer inspection, Tucker noticed her eyes weren't synchronized, her makeup a complete mess, and was twitching every so often.

"She's not the real Jazz, she's not the real one."- Tucker repeated like a mantra until the girl reacted and stood up, gooey cum sliding off her.

"Did you stop him?"- Jasmine asked as she swallow the leftover cum trapped in her mouth.

"Yeah, I killed him."- Tucker stated bluntly, wondering if Jazz would be shocked. "Was Danny supposed to see her like this? He would have gone crazy"- the teen thought.

"I got something special for you." Jazz winked as walked over to her bed casting out all horrid thoughts.

"About damn time."- Tucker whispered as he clenched his fist in triumph. "I don't mind sloppy seconds."- he added unbuckling his pants

A huge smile came across his face as he followed the redhead to the bed, his eyes glued over her round ass, thinking about what position they should start with. Tucker wonders if he could start making good use of the game's more interesting side. Tucker now firmly believes to have made a serious mistake with Sam, had he played his cards right then he would have without a doubt used that bimbo body to his full content. Surely, the game would make Jazz tight enough for him considering the vast difference in size between him and the jocks.

"Here you go!"- Jazz said with pride and cheer.

"The hell is this shit?!"- Tucker replied rather angrily as he yanked Jazz's thong off her hands. "No! after all the shit I went through, I deserve at least a blowjob, minimum!"- the teen ranted.

"Have fun, lil bro… Tucker… I'm off to the shower. By the way, if you ever get in trouble give me a call." Jazz said as the "mission accomplished" appeared in front of him.

"New skill unlocked, Bull run. Give Jazz a call whenever you're in trouble and she'll give you a helping hand."- Tucker read seeing red.

Tucker groaned in frustration as he saw the redhead walking away toward the bathroom leaving a stream of cum as she walked, never before had he felt so used in his entire life. The teen had risked life and limb for her and yet didn't get more than mere underwear and some cash from his ordeal. Nevertheless, upon inspecting the item saw that it came with some perks such as an added twenty percent resistance to all damage which didn't sound all that bad considering that he was under constant siege.

It was then that Tucker noticed the bright green outline of a camera in the upper corner followed by the words "place camera" as he approached. A large and malicious smile grew across Tucker's face upon seeing the live broadcast of Jazz's bedroom on his tablet, though the camera was focusing on the bed, it still showed the entire room, surely a petty consolation prize but one that he felt deserved at least he could get some small payback.

"That's one down and five to go."- Tucker said as he peaked out of the room.

With soft footsteps headed to the master bedroom where he places another spy camera that could not be more obvious, it was a large rectangular metal box with a circular lens that whirred each time it moves, the Fenton would have to be blind not to notice the camera hanging on the corner. The bathroom door was locked and the house was empty leaving the teen with nothing more to do.

Tucker's new motorcycle was waiting for him on the sidewalk but Danny wasn't anywhere nearby despite having been more than an hour. The geek didn't give it much thought as it was rather common for the main cast in videogames to be missing even at their homes if a mission cutscene wasn't in play, just as he was about to mount his bike noticed a strange item floating near the dumpster, a huge used condom surrounded by a glowing green aura.

"What the fuck?! That's nasty… gross."- Tucker said as he came closer, the item was abnormally large almost like a small garbage bag. It suddenly vanished once Tucker was inches away, 1|100 was left behind. "No! hell, no! I ain't collecting no damn used condoms!"- Tucker yelled out while tossing his arms in the air. His phone started to ring.

"Tucker I got a bit of a problem, the enemy of all fun, my dad might be getting a little suspicious that I'm sleeping with Dash… you know for your sake…"- Sam said moments after Tucker lifted the phone but quickly heard garbling and static. "For Danny's sake, anyway, I need you to find all my used rubbers so my dad doesn't find out and ground me for life."- Sam explained with a breathy voice.

"Listen here you dumb gothic bimbo, I ain't your running dog. You want me to run around town fetching your damn rubbers? Use that empty head of yours and think! Not even your dad is dumb enough to find some random condom in a dumpster on the other side of town and think it's yours!"- Tucker declared grinding his teeth.

"I'm counting on you, Tucker"- The goth replied before hanging up, completely ignoring his rant.

Tucker then opens the mini-map in his tablet while ignoring the giant floating one that only shows his immediate surroundings, there were several new icons with letters but nothing that could indicate the possible location of Sam's used condoms meaning that it wasn't a mission per se, just collectibles. A hundred wasn't an unheard number in games though it made him wonder if said number was from before the party or afterward.

(XXXX)

Later that night Tucker headed back home to strategize his next move and do some inventory more out of habit than anything else, unlike his favorite games where he could carry all of his weapons and essentials, here he could only take a certain number of items at any given time including weapons, at least he was now armed with a proper pistol, one that he had used in the real world when hunting ghost alongside the real Sam and Danny.

Tucker lay on the couch staring at the television thinking of how to escape from the game while his "dad" was smoking a pipe and his milf of a "mom" was cooking dinner, it was a familiar scene that he had lived many times over in the real world and yet felt so uncanny, so eerie, almost as if he were a stranger in. Seeing Jazz in a threesome was truly brain-damaging, he couldn't shake the mental image off his head, the phone rang once more scaring yet his parents didn't even react to his sudden scream.

"My N-word, congrats on putting those cameras. We already got our first subscribers, homie."- Pointdexter said trying to imitate ghetto lingo which he was failing horribly. "Once you put the other four cameras on the remaining girls' rooms, we're gonna make a killing."- the goofy boy added before hanging up.

It was then that Tucker open the spy cam app on the tablet and saw with delight as Maddie Fenton slept naked showing all her milf beauty, breasts as large as melons, her thick legs spread apart showing her pink womanhood though couldn't see much of it due to the distance, next to her was her husband Jack Fenton who for some odd reason was still dressed in his orange hazmat suit though added a sleeping hat, Tucker then moved to the camera on Jazz's room.

"God fucking damn it!"- Tucker yelled but his parents didn't even react.

The camera showed the redhead on the bed with her legs spread apart as none other than the horrid Dash Baxter was mounting her, swaying his hips up and down like a madman, his muscular frame covering most of the girl's body saved for some red locks, her arms wrapped around his back as they were seemingly kissing. A truly horrible sight to behold, and one that Danny was supposed to view instead of Tucker. Tucker could tell judging by the bed's violent movement that their lovemaking was by no means a silent one, he was more than sure his best friend was hearing everything.

"I swear I'm killing whoever made this damn game."- Tucker swore a blood oath.

To be continued.