Virtual Reality - Part 3

There was the usual rush as the simulated narcotic took hold, the sudden rise in blood pressure, the heavy uptick in breathing, and the dizzying sensation of your brain chemistry being violently overturned. It’s enough to throw some people flat on their face, but I’d had more than my fair share of bliss rides.

This though… this was something else. The usual tingling sensation in my extremities just kept building and building until I felt like my entire being was ringing like a bell. That bizarre sensation of being both apart and one with my surroundings finally normalized and I could truly feel everything. Every mote of air, every drop of sweat, every fold of either fabric or flesh. It was all there, all-encompassing, and all of it felt so good. 

I started breathing harder and harder as I tried to get a hold of myself, but each heaving breath just sent more and more ripples throughout my soft and jiggling flesh. Everything was vibrating, building in anticipation of… something. I started moaning, my new, deep baritone combining with the vibrations of my exterior so I was just one, beautiful, orgasmic note. 

I came. Right then and there. My moan kept building even as I pumped shot after shot into whatever space remained between my thighs and my sagging gut. I could feel my entire crotch becoming bathed in semen as I just kept riding that musical wave of ecstasy. I don’t know how long it went but it was strong enough to finally knock me on my back because the next thing I knew I was staring at the ceiling.

From between my legs I could feel a tongue lapping up the cum that coated my upper thighs and belly. It was a nice tongue bath that felt both playful and dutiful, like Leo knew that this would happen and it was his job to make sure I came out of my stupor feeling clean and cared for. 

I was still heaving and trying to get my bearings when I opened my eyes. I felt damp in a place that felt almost a world away--mostly because I knew I could barely reach there. But a friendly mouth reminded me that I wasn’t alone. It pushed back the encroaching flesh of my groin to expose a penis that had been almost entirely buried when I was sitting upright. It seemed that my flab settled in areas that allowed someone else access when I was laying on my back. 

The bliss and Leo’s tongue had me hard again in moments. It felt like I was filling his mouth whenever he dove down to bury his face in my groin, but it’s always hard to tell in simulation. Also, I hardly cared at the moment--everything felt good. Even when his lips left my cock and started trailing up and down my inner thighs it felt just as good as when they were wrapped around my dick. Everything felt good--way better than they’d ever felt in the real. 

I started moaning again, feeling that familiar rising vibration suffuse my obese body, but a sharp slap to my belly made me stop. “No,” Leo said, his voice firm. “You do that again and you’ll just blow yourself out. It’s time you get acquainted with your big self.” 

I didn’t know what he meant, but it became clear in a few moments as he trailed his tongue up and down my legs. It was like he was painting a picture of my new body in my mind, his tongue drawing an outline of my body in my mind’s eye. Of course it still felt good, but in an educational way as well, like I was learning and having fun at the same time.

And what I was learning was just how truly colossal I was. My bliss-fueled hallucinations drew a leg three times the size of my true self, with arms, hands, and feet to match. It wasn’t just an overabundance of adipose either--my toes and fingers were just larger, filled with strong muscle able to withstand the punishing ordeal of keeping my many hundreds of pounds upright and walking. Leo’s tongue pressed deep into layers upon layers of soft tissue, but he eventually hit a bedrock of solid power. 

That realization was invigorating. The bliss still made movement difficult, but I managed to put both hands behind me, and with a powerful shove, I heaved myself up onto my elbows. I couldn’t see much of Leo beyond the crest of my round middle, but I could see his feet dangling from the end of the bed--an indication of his continually playful mood.

I also realized that my newfound strength wasn’t limited to my lower body, either. The fact I was on my elbows at all without trembling like a leaf implied that my upper body was built to keep my enormity propped in whatever position I wished, even if it was one that put a lot of weight on areas that would have been crushed on a normal-sized body. Even if they were cushioned by a bed and body as soft as this one.

Eventually Leo’s mouth reached the hem of my apron and dug deep into the softest parts of my new anatomy. This is where my internal diagram went slightly haywire, not just a drawing of where I was, but where I could be. It was like I was in a sort of quantum flux where my stomach could be in many different positions depending not just on where I was and how I was oriented, but also on the forces that surrounded me. I could see a very large part of myself occupying two spaces at once, this blurry mass in my center that seemed to move so much it felt alive. 

I could feel that orgasmic vibration rise within me once more, and once more Leo tamped it back down with a few slaps. It wasn’t so much the pain that distracted me enough to break my downward spiral so much as the noise. The sharp snaps of his fingers on my flesh both sounded and felt like anything I’d ever experienced before, and both were fascinating enough to get me to refocus my attention on it rather than my own pleasure.

It occurred to me, rather belated due to the drugs, that this was all just a new sort of holistic edge-play, where the focus was on maintaining my arousal not through ministrations to my genitals but to my entire body. And it was at that point that I decided to join in with a few ministrations of my own.