Frantic Return The New World of SwapTech chapter 7 by deleted_user

Vic's eyes widened as the elevator scene escalated on screen—Steffy/Hal's hands fumbling with Ridge's belt, Brooke/Marge whispering filthy encouragements, the camera zooming in on flushed faces and heaving chests. It was too much, too fast; Vic's pulse raced, visions of heart attacks or worse flashing through his mind.

"Enough of this madness," he wheezed, jabbing the RETURN button twice—once for each of his friends.

Whump-whump.

Hal and Marge bolted upright on the couch, gasping like they'd surfaced from deep water. Hal rubbed his temples, his own wrinkled hands back where they belonged. "What... what happened? I was just getting to the good part."

Marge straightened her blouse, cheeks still flushed. "You old goat, you were about to turn the whole show X-rated. Vic, you pulled us out?"

Vic nodded shakily, setting the remote down. "Had to. We could've been stuck or... or caused a scandal. Look at the TV."

On screen, Steffy and Brooke blinked in confusion, adjusting their clothes as Ridge frowned, the storyline snapping back to its scripted drama without a trace of the intrusion. No glitches, no lingering effects—just the characters resuming their arguments as if nothing had happened.

Hal grumbled, slumping back. "Spoilsport. Felt amazing in there. No pain, all pleasure."

Marge eyed the remote warily but with a spark of curiosity. "It worked fine coming back. Maybe... maybe we try again later? Something tamer?"

Vic exhaled, relief washing over him. "Yeah. But next time, we set rules."

The common room settled into quiet, the TV droning on innocently.