Virtual Reality - Part 1

Sorry for the delay on this one! Been having trouble getting access to Patreon lately, and then there was a COVID scare with my boyfriend. Luckily everything turned out fine and I've gotten access to Patreon to find out which story won the most recent Patreon poll. And it's Virtual Reality! 

I'm trying to do something a little different with this one. Hope you like it!

We met at the bar. His name was Leo--I think. It got really hazy really fast since it was one of “those” places. You know the type. He said I was cute, took out a stick of bliss, and offered it to me. Who am I to say no? He was cute too, in that mousey hacker kinda way. The cerebral implant was a dead give away. Mine was better concealed in the more socially acceptable style, but there’s always the ones that want to wear their love of technology on their sleeve. Or their forehead, in his case. 

I’m not one to discriminate a little cybernetic enhancement, so I accepted. The next couple of hours went by in a bit of a blur, but I remember making out, drinking, and dancing.

After we both started coming down, he invited me up to the VR suites on the third floor. I never told him I was jacked, but he must have figured it out. Or he’d hacked me when I wasn’t paying attention. A quick check revealed none of my personal files had been accessed, but you never know with some of the real pros out there.

“I’ve got a private suite for us,” Leo cooed, “so you can just let me handle all the inputs.”

This wasn’t my first rodeo--I’d done full-dive VR before, but I’d always been the one plugging in the variables. I’d never let someone else take the reins, and I was just a little nervous. But the encouraging hand on my back (and the slightly more encouraging hand on my erection) convinced me to go with the flow.

“Okay--” I said hesitantly. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Leo replied while tapping furiously at a datapad he’d grabbed. Then the door to the room opened and we both walked in. The room was small, with two reclined seats and some retro-looking lighting. I think they were called lava lamps or something. VR is perhaps the safest way to experience hardcore psychedelics without having to worry about jumping off a 30-story building, so the aesthetic of such places often trended towards the dawn of pharmacology. Right down the swirl pattern on the coffee table in the center.

“You’re gonna love it. I hand-crafted this whole scenario myself.” Leo exuded confidence and more than a little excitement, judging by the tent he was also rocking. VR sex isn’t necessarily the safest option, but if Leo wanted to rob me he could have easily done it while I was tripping the light fantastic on bliss. 

Plus, you can do some fucked up shit in VR that would get you arrested in the real. I was hoping Leo had something like that in mind.

A final climactic tap and Leo announced, “There, done!” He practically leaped into the chair while I took my time getting comfy. The lights dimmed as we both lifted the interface cords from their holders. With the customary nod, we both lay back, closed our eyes, and slotted ourselves in.

I woke up in a bed. I could tell I was naked and under soft covers--the kind you’d find at an expensive hotel. The lighting was dimmed, with candles in strategic spots to give that flicker that always just screamed romance. I admit, I was disappointed at first. It looked like I was in for another night of vanilla fuckin’.

Then I tried to get up. 

I knew something was wrong when the normal amount of effort I’d exert to get myself vertical barely caused me to budge. Giving up for the moment, I let myself sink into the bed and realized that I was sinking way more than I thought I should. It felt like a massive weight was pushing me into the mattress. Stranger still, it also felt like everything was just… further away. Not so far that it was out of reach or anything, but it felt like the sheets were somehow simultaneously touching my body and also hovering several feet away. 

As I tried to tilt my head to look down and try to figure out what was going on, I felt something rubbing into my neck. I brought my hand up to feel what it was only to find out it wasn’t something at all--it was just my neck. Or, more accurately, the thick fold of flab that sat between my head and my shoulders.

Somewhat alarmed, I tried to get up again and with a herculean effort I managed to get my hands under my bulk long enough to sit up. That’s when the white sheet fell away and I felt that same simultaneous experience of satin fabric both feeling right next to me and also a million miles away. And then it all made sense. 

I was huge. Enormous. Everything felt further away because there was so much of ME between me and everything else. And it was an all-encompassing mass that gravity pulled relentlessly. The mattress was like a crater with me in the center, a blubbery asteroid having struck itself into an even softer surface to dig deep enough that my outstretched legs felt like they were up at an angle. Because they were. 

I heard footsteps from the en-suite bathroom, and out of it walked a bodybuilder with a familiar face. “So, what do you think?” Leo asked.