BOOM.
"Hey, what's..." you ask, looking around. It feels like a tremor, only... different. Something is wrong.
"I don't... I don't know..." Becky says, startled out of her euphoric stupor and standing up.
"It's the fourth wall..." Her forced lesbian lover says with a pant in her voice. "You've thought too much about the story and the plot... the structural integrity of the story is collapsing!"
"Are you telling me that reality itself is imploding on us?" You ask.
"No, because we're not real. We're just some figment of some sick pervert's imagination. And I'm sure that in an entirely different branch of our story, we'll continue along just fine... but as for this one, we have to get out right now!"
"But how...?" Becky asks.
"We have to wait for a significant portion of the fourth wall to break down so we can sneak out onto the Updates Page or the Index and find another branch to inhabit and have transformative sex in! Quickly!"