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Totally Addictive MMO
🕑 Added 2022-01-17 05:02:00 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Alex, Sam, and Clover (Totally Spies) Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting)
During a mission, Alex, Sam, and Clover stumble upon a set of chairs designed to immerse players into a virtual world. While they become addicted to playing the game, their bodies go through a drastic transformation to make them more suited to their sedentary lives as the top players of an MMO.
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It was a classic route burned into the girls’ memories. A slip through the backdoor after liberal use of a lipstick laser, followed by a session of slinking through corridors while avoiding security patrols. Taking the typical shortcut of a ventilation shaft brought them to their destination in the deepest part of the facility.
Sam was the first to descend, her long flowing, red hair flittering against her green jumpsuit. Upon seeing Sam signal that the coast was clear, Clover came down next without even a single strand of her neck-length blonde hair falling upon her jumpsuit’s red material. The sneaky approach was somewhat ruined by a splash of yellow falling from the vent. Turning around, Sam and Clover were quick to shoosh Alex as she picked herself up and brushed a cobweb out of her short, black hair.
Not hearing any alarms or oncoming guards, the girls continued to make their way towards the center of the facility. The sheer size and expanse of the building made it all the more surprising that it was owned by a video game company. WOOHP had given them a short briefing, informing the girls that the Pertivision company had used their recent success with a wildly popular MMO to fund a series of less than savory experiments. Fearing the worst, the agency had sent in their top agents to snoop around for any sinister plans. As the three girls managed to sneak into the innermost chamber, those extravagant rumors were looking a little more plausible.
Past a bulkhead door was a room with thick metal walls lit by fluorescent ceiling lights. The only things featured in the room were three desktop computers alongside a group of weird looking chairs. Upon closer inspection, the chairs looked more suited to be couches judging by their size. The metal thrones were padded with soft cushions and a plethora of compartments that showed no immediate reason for inclusion.
As each of the girls took their time looking over the chairs, they all jumped at the sound of the door to the room locking itself up tight. Before the three of them could have a chance to formulate an escape plan, the seemingly innocent chairs extended sets of metallic tendrils. The robotic appendages proved more than capable of subduing the three spies and pulling them into the chairs’ soft embrace. Despite the girls’ efforts to struggle free, their squirming came to a halt as each of them were fitted with a helmet.
“I see I have some volunteers.”
Out of the corners of their eyes, the girls could see a man in a lab coat standing behind an observation window. If the scraggly grey beard wasn’t unsettling enough, the pair of thick rimmed glasses in front of his gleaming eyes and his malevolent grin did the trick. Reaching into his pocket, the man pulled out a small notepad and cleared his throat.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Teld, head of research for Blade Craft Network’s game development. The three of you have come at the perfect time. I have just finished the prototypes for our virtual reality chairs.”
“Let us go!” Sam said, the other girls voicing their own objections.
“I will in a moment,” Dr. Teld said as he scribbled down some notes. “First, I’ll have you run through the tutorial. It should be the best way to let you get a handle on how the mechanics work and allow me to judge your integration with the VR program.”
The visors over the girls’ heads flashed to replace the emotionless chamber with the image of a peaceful meadow adjacent to a mysterious forest. Their ability to marvel at the realistic graphics was halted by a series of screens popping up in their faces to create their characters. As they reached out to fill in their information, a single press of a button was enough to cover the screens with information about their bodies that was a little too close for comfort.
“Apologies, but I do want to get this over with both quickly and efficiently,” Dr. Teld explained. “I hope you enjoy your roles.”
Another flash had the girls looking through the eyes of their avatars. They had the exact features and figures of their regular bodies but adorned in outfits straight from a renaissance fair. Sam had been designated as the caster of the group, evidenced by the wide-brimmed hat perched on her head and the flowing, blue robes around her body. A bandoleer of daggers was fastened across Alex’s leather chest plate, one of the many weapons hidden by her roguish, hooded cloak. While they were quite impressed with their outfits, the same sentiment was not shared with Clover.
“Like, what is this ugly thing?” Clover asked as she looked over the furred armor adorning herself.
“It looks like armor you’d see on a barbarian,” Sam answered.
“That thick fur should protect you pretty well,” Alex added.
“How in the world is it supposed to protect me with all of this?” Clover asked, gesturing towards her generous cleavage window and thong-like loincloth.
The girls’ attempt to help Clover’s mood was put on hold upon the arrival of a horde of goblins from the nearby forest. With no time to argue, the group got to work using their character’s abilities to take down each monster. What started off as just a means to please the crazy doctor turned into something else as the battle continued. Clover’s distaste for her outfit became overshadowed by a rush of adrenaline that reignited each time she slammed her hammer down on a goblin’s head. Alex moved faster than she ever could in the real world, easily weaving between the horde of monsters to stick them with dozens of dagger stabs in the blink of an eye.
Around the time that Sam let off her 17th fireball to burn away the mass of goblins, the world around her began to flicker. The other girls stopped their battle upon realizing that they were getting dragged out of the virtual world. Being forced to return to reality, they found themselves surrounded by a group of men in suits.
“You don’t understand,” Dr. Teld said, his cries for help directing the girls’ attention towards him and the group of WHOOP agents taking him into custody. “What I am doing here is to the benefit of all mankind.”
“Is that so?” Jerry asked, doing a strangely good job at being intimidating with his thinning grey hair. “Then why did you find it necessary to keep my agents locked in your chairs for the last twelve hours?”
“Twelve hours!?” the girls replied.
“I genuinely cannot express how sorry I am for all of this,” another man in a crimson suit said, fidgeting with his ponytail of brunette hair. “As much as I want to wash my hands of the whole ordeal, as head of this company I cannot let this go unpunished.” Walking up to the girls, the man bowed. “My name is Robbie Hotick and I am deeply sorry for everything Dr. Teld has done and I promise to give you adequate medical treatment to deal with the nanobots he put into your bloodstream.”
“Nanobots!?” the girls shouted in unison once more.
“Yes, my most marvelous creation,” Dr. Teld answered as he was dragged away by security. “What you fools don’t understand is the repercussions of what will happen without my supervision.”
“I’m sure we’ll be able to handle it fine without your ‘help’, Dr. Teld,” Mr. Hotick answered as the doctor was taken away.
“We’ll handle the rest from here girls,” Jerry said. “You three head home and get some rest.”
“Maybe we should get a bite to eat first,” Alex said. “My stomach feels a little weird.”
“Makes sense considering we’ve been sitting in those chairs for hours,” Sam added.
“Alright, just don’t make it anything too fattening,” Clover said. “I’m trying to lose weight for BWOOOOOORRRRRP!”
The room went silent for a moment, letting the shock of Clover’s burp fully sink in. The belch was soon followed by another erupting from Sam’s mouth. While the two girls stared at one another in an attempt to deal with their embarrassment, it all got blown away in the wake of a rippling fart billowing out from Alex’s rear.
Jerry scratched his chin and looked away from the blushing girls and towards the company president. “Didn’t the doctor say there would be side effects? Could you elaborate?”
“It’s a bit complicated,” Mr. Hotick replied. “I’ll see if Teld will be willing to write it all down in layman’s terms once he’s had a chance to calm his nerves. In the meantime, my company would be more than willing to provide anything you girls need. Just say the word and it will be done.”
The girls looked at one another. Though none of them said a word under the threat of releasing another gas bubble, the looks they gave one another was more than enough to communicate a similar idea. After clearing her throat to avoid any further gas expulsions, Same stepped forward. “We have a few suggestions.”
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“And…there!” Sam announced, crawling up from beneath her desk to see the high tech computer turn on. Brushing a bit of dust off of her lime green pajamas, she turned around to see her celebration had summoned the other girls to the makeshift gaming room.
“I can’t believe you got this running so fast,” Alex commented, looking over her own desktop a few feet away from Sam’s. Sitting down in her chair, she leaned forward to get a better look at her screen and incidentally sunk her hot pants deeper into her butt crack.
“It’s nothing really,” Sam commented, unwilling to point out Alex’s slight weight gain and leftover food stains clinging to her yellow t-shirt. “Since we’ve been told to take it easy, I had plenty of time to look over the plans sent to me by the company.”
“Don’t sell yourself so short,” Clover added, strolling into the room with a bag of chips in tow. Putting a handful of the salty snacks in her mouth, she gobbled them down in a matter of seconds before brushing the crumbs off of her pink robe. “There’s a reason you passed every test back in high school as easy as BWOOORRP.” Clover put her hand to her mouth. “Excuse me.”
“It’s UUURRP alright,” Alex said as Clover sat down at her own desk. “The document they sent us did say the nanobots would cause some gas problems.”
“Yeah,” Sam said, pausing to let out small puff of flatulence into her chair. “However, I’m worried that this may be just the start of something worse.”
“Just don’t think about it,” Clover replied, her finger rapidly clicking away at her keyboard. “Like Jerry said, we’ve more than earned ourselves a long break.”
Nodding her head in agreement, Sam turned her attention back to her computer screen. Almost in unison with the others, she booted up Blade Craft Network and signed into her account. It had been a full month since any of the girls had taken a look at their avatars and even longer since they had a chance to touch the game. Logging in and moving their characters around the starting area, they rushed towards the first sign of a quest.
Hours were sunk into one mission after another. Each monster slain and day saved rewarded the girls with new abilities to enhance their characters’ powers. The lack of a high tech VR headset left them unable to experience their avatar’s feats first hand, but the mechanics and flow of combat was more than enough for them to momentarily lose themselves in the game.
Just as they finished up a quest to slay an ogre, the girls were stopped by a collective series of hungry growls emanating from their bellies. Looking away from their screens, they glanced out the window to see the last of the sunset disappearing over the horizon. Their realization that they had wasted the entire afternoon on their game was silenced by another round of protests from their empty stomachs.
“Guess it’s time to start cooking dinner,” Sam said, getting up from her chair for some much needed stretching.
“Who’s turn is it to cook?” Alex asked.
“Like, I dunno,” Clover replied, well aware of the fact that it was supposed to be her duty for the evening. “Besides, do you two really feel like waiting for a meal? I don’t know about you, but I feel like I’ll die if I don’t eat something soon.”
“Well, we do have another option,” Sam commented, her eyes glancing over at the black cabinet on the opposite side of the room bearing the Pertivision logo.
Opening up the cabinet revealed a collection of cheesy snacks, sodas, and energy drinks gifted to them by the company. The junk food had been collected from the Pertivision’s many sponsorship deals, making it easy to acquire at the cost of not having a lot of variety in terms of nutritional value. A lack of proper dieting was a fact lost on the girls as they each took turns grabbing handfuls of snack food from the cabinet before returning to their computers.
Nestling into their seats, the girls resumed gaming with a plethora of snacks on hand. The pristine keyboards quickly became a mess of crumbs and smears as they hurried to silence their ravenous stomachs. Each bag was eaten through without much though, their minds focused solely on grinding experience points to level up their characters. Energy drinks were chugged down whenever they felt even the slightest hint of drowsiness. In exchange for the access energy, the bubbly drinks brought forth a torrent of burps from their mouths. As their drinking and eating continued, a few of the bubbles managed to slip down to escape in the form of rancid farts. While the gas made them momentarily wince at each other’s odors, it wasn’t nearly enough to get them to stop their gaming session.
The girls’ marathon of playing and binge eating was brought to a halt as a bright glare shined across their computer screens. Turning their weary eyes away from the game revealed the light of the rising sun. Upon discovering that they had played throughout the night, the mess of empty cans and chip bags weren’t the only thing that accompanied the aftermath of their sedentary evening.
One by one, the girls pushed aside layers of crumbs to gaze upon their sizable potbellies. Sam had the largest, her gut sitting comfortably between her thighs. Clover’s stomach acted as a perfect perch to prevent her breasts from completely bursting out of her robe upon a thunderous burp parting her lips. Just as Alex was about to sink her finger into her food baby, a slight touch was enough to set off a reverberating fart through her pudgy rear that filled the room with a fresh spray of noxious fumes.
Alex’s flatulence started off a chain reaction with the rest of the girls. As they scrambled to find fresh air, their digestive tracts got revenge for the unhealthy food binge with a plethora of gassy expulsions. The burps and farts added to the overpowering aroma of body odor they had built up over the course of the night. No longer distracted by the game, their instincts kicked in to tell them to run away from ground zero. With each girl making their way to their respective bathroom to freshen up, they shouted out a quick word to one another to meet up again after they were done to finish off the latest quest before getting some much needed rest.
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“Clover, watch out for the golem’s BWOOORRP paralysis beam!” Sam belched out, her fingers working double duty of shoving chips into her mouth and rapidly tapping at her keyboard.
“I know!” Clover shouted back, punctuating her point with a lout PHHHHHHRRRRTTT emanating from her rear. “Any luck with shutting off the crystals, Alex?”
“Right…UUURRP there!” Alex announced, congratulating herself with a chug of soda. “Should be easy pickings now.”
With the crystals disarmed, the golem’s strongest attack became its greatest weakness. All at once, the girls directed their characters to strike with everything they had at the mechanized creature’s glowing weak spot. After being softened up with a flurry of dagger strikes and a roaring fireball, the final blow came in the form of a mighty swing of Clover’s hammer.
The ding of leveling up mixed with the clatter of the golem’s body across the ground sent a much needed shot of adrenaline through the girls’ bodies. Excitedly bouncing in their seats at the sight of their stat boosts and plethora of loot, they couldn’t hear the sound of their chairs beginning to creak. They were eventually forced to take notice of the overburdened furniture once they attempted to lean forward to resume playing and ended up breaking through their desk chairs in unison.
The impact of their bodies hitting the floor was lessened by the sheer amount of fat they had gained over the past three months. Scrambling to get back to their feet, they managed to get to their keyboards to collect their loot and return to the nearest town. While their avatars were safe, the sudden destruction of their chairs had made them once more aware of what they had become.
Slinging her long mane of greasy, red hair over her shoulder, Sam fixed her rounded glasses to stare at the plethora of chip crumbs littering her baggy, green hoodie. A swipe of her pudgy fingers revealed part of the Blade Craft Network logo printed across her chest, albeit morphed due to the presence of her G-cup breasts. Grasping the edge of her hoodie, she attempted to shimmy it down past her pudgy belly, but to no avail. With a snort, she shook off the cheese dust clinging to her overburdened sweatpants and began the arduous task of looking up how to best allocate the group’s skill points.
Whilst Sam planned for the group’s future, Alex was tasked with sorting through their haul of loot. Swaying her meaty derriere back and forth, her sausage-like fingers rapidly sold and stored various weapons. Her job was only put on hold to adjust her square-glasses and release a cloud of flatulence from her rear. As she waited for the next shop to load, she rested her hands on her wide hips and grabbed an energy drink to keep herself going. She paid little mind to the droplets that seeped down her two chins to give her pear-shaped body the first thing resembling a bath in several days. Shaking the liquid off of the dragon printed on her black t-shirt, she slid a hand through her sweat-slicked, black follicles and got back to work.
It appeared that the only one in the group that actually paid mind to their weight issues was Clover, but that was due to the fact that she was the largest of the three. Whilst Sam and Alex sat at around 400 pounds in weight, Clover was well aware she was around fifty pounds ahead by the sight of her gut constantly escaping the confines of her red tank top. The extra-large shirt was a far cry from her old wardrobe, with the words “PRO ALPHA GAMER” printed across the front in obnoxious gold coloring. The nerdy t-shirt was something she wouldn’t dare be seen wearing in public, but it did the job of holding back her beach-ball sized breasts while she gamed.
Running her fingers along exposed belly button, Clover carelessly pressed into her gut to set off a loud belch that reeked of her standard diet of junk food and sugary snacks. With her head already swimming in the noxious odor of her belch, she felt little reason to hold back a gas bubble from rippling out of her ass to ruffle the hem of her skirt. Clover’s cacophony of rude noises heralded similar bouts of gas from her companions. Their many hours spent together in the cramped gaming room had given them a noticeable resistance to one another’s various smells. Shaking off the resulting rancid odor of the group’s post-fight relaxation, Clover pushed back the thick lenses of her glasses and ran a hand through her oily, blonde hair before she got to the task of going over the group’s various armor options.
Just as the girls were about to resume their gaming session, the house rung with the sound of the front doorbell. They looked to one another, unsure if any of them had had a chance to order food over the course of the battle. After a collective shrug, the trio waddled single file towards the entrance to greet their guest. Having to push and shove past one another to even fit, Sam managed to free herself from the flabby barricade to open up the door for their visitor.
“Hello girls,” Jerry said his smile lasting up until he was forced to press a handkerchief against his face to deal with their smell. “Is everything alright?”
“Just fine BWOOORRP Jerry,” Alex replied as she picked a few stray crumbs from her shirt.
“Is that so,” he commented, unable to stop his eyes from looking over his former top agent’s myriad of weight problems. “I’ve been told the three of you have been skipping courses at your university.”
“Like, do you really expect us to roam around campus looking like this?” Clover asked, her sense of shame admittedly weakened as she let out an abrupt puff of flatulence. “Not to mention our health has degraded to the point where we need these nerdy specs to even see our screens.”
“Clover has a point,” Sam said as she twisted her greasy hair through her finger. “Besides, our grades have actually improved since we started doing remote learning.”
“I understand your point,” Jerry said, trying to speak over the sound of flatulence bursting out from the girls’ rears, “however, I am quite concerned for your wellbeing. Which is why I brought over someone who can help.”
With a wave of his hand, Jerry gestured for Dr. Teld to peek his head into the view. “Hello,” the doctor said, his friendly smile unaffected by the noxious fumes.
The girls’ lazy attitude was shirked in favor of a semblance of their former professionalism as agents.
“What is that BWOOOORRRP sicko doing here?” Clover asked.
“I asked him to come help with your condition,” Jerry explained.
“No offense Jer,” Sam began, her fighting stance hindered by her need to dig the wedgie out of her butt crack, “but he’s the one responsible for this in the first place.”
“It is quite understandable that you don’t trust me,” Dr. Teld replied, unflinching as he stepped through a cloud of Alex’s flatulence, “but what your friend here says is true. As part of my rehabilitation, I am offering my services to help you deal with your condition.”
The girls’ bodies released some of their tension, gracing the entryway with a barrage of flatulence.
“Explain,” Sam said, keeping a wary eye on the doctor.
“Gladly. As you’ve probably figured out by now, the nanobots flowing through your veins have had some adverse side effects on your digestion and metabolism. While this was not my initial intent, I do take responsibility for what it has done to you. I have a team of researchers working on a way to reverse the effects as we speak. Unfortunately, it may take up to a year or more before any promising results are found.”
Clover voiced her disdain by crossing her arms and letting a prolonged fart echo through the area. “Great. You’re such a big help.”
“I know it’s not the most ideal situation, but my assistance doesn’t end at merely curing your condition. My boss has made me quite aware of how long you three have been playing our game on a daily basis.”
“Yeah, we BWOOOORRRP love it!” Alex proclaimed.
“Indeed, however I’m sure you are aware that the experience pales in comparison to that first time back in the lab,” Dr. Teld commented, earning a series of nods in return. “I have come up with a revamped prototype for the virtual reality chair to better suit your needs and put you back into the future of Blade Craft Network.”
Reaching into his pocket, Dr. Teld retrieved a scrap of paper and began to unfold it. Holding out the document before the girls, he waited to gauge their reactions. As they traced their eyes over the rough schematics of his latest invention, the girls’ hesitation gradually grew to anticipation of getting to use the creation themselves.
“When can we UURP start?” Sam asked, the other girls looking on behind her shoulder.
Dr. Teld smiled with a hint of his former malice. “Right away.”
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This was the big night. After many hours spent grinding experience and obtaining the best loot, Alex, Sam, and Clover were ready to dive headfirst into the newly released, high level dungeon. Their guild, Totally Adventurers, had tasked them with being the first ones to clear the boss before anyone else on the server. It was a task that would mark them as some of the greatest players in Blade Craft Network history.
Barreling through the mobs with the utmost ease, Clover still felt the thrill of battle as she swung her angelic war hammer through the skulls of the monstrous beasts. Seeing a slight opening in Clover’s attacks, a dragon knight attempt to attack her only to have a flurry of knives come raining down from Alex’s assassin. As Clover and Alex rounded up the stragglers, Sam began to cast one of her more powerful spells. Robes glowing with ancient runes and her golden staff shimmering brightly, she sent the hordes to oblivion through the use of a blinding pillar of light. With the chaff out of the way, the girls maneuvered their characters to an imposing set of the doors covered in skulls. All that was left was to go over the final checklist.
Turning down the sensors on their VR helmets, the girls referred to the sheets of paper hidden amongst empty cans and wrappers on their desks. Going over the lists of strategies and buff spells they would need to consult gave them a moment to prepare for the mission ahead. They couldn’t think of a better time to put Dr. Teld’s greatest invention to good use.
The girls’ office chairs had been tossed out after the fifth time their bodies had overexerted the weight limits. In exchange, Dr. Teld had given them hi-tech chairs that mimicked the ones they had seen in the lab. A stark difference was the presence of wheels on the bottom, allowing the chairs to maneuver the girls throughout the widened halls of their recently renovated home. The tentacles were still present, but their job of wrangling the girls had been retired in favor of providing them nourishment and grabbing things that were just out of their reach. The chairs’ features paled in comparison to their greatest asset, the collection of cushions keeping the girls comfortable throughout their marathon gaming sessions. It was just a shame that the couch-like thrones were beginning to be outsized by their owners.
Leaning forward to bunch up her numerous belly rolls, Sam began to manually cast each buff spell they would need for the battle ahead. With her meaty fingers busy typing commands into her keyboard, she opened up her wide mouth for a tendril to shove a handful of cheesy snacks down her throat. Swallowing her mouthful of junk food, she let out a gassy belch that shook out a few crumbs from her drooping cleavage only to get them stuck against her belly button. Sliding a hand through her greasy red hair, she paid little attention to the smell emanating from her fuzzy armpits as she focused all of her attention on keeping her team in peak condition.
Alex couldn’t prevent a smile from spreading across her pudgy face as she planned out her battle strategy. While her character was more than capable of nimbly dodging any attack that would be thrown her way, her own body was little more than a blob of sweat-soaked flesh with pudgy arms and legs attached. The only part of her that came remotely close to her assassin’s speed was the rate that her elephantine buttocks vibrated each time she released a barrage of flatulence. Sucking down a combination of soda mixed with the lingering scent of one of her farts, she recited her plan of attack over and over again to ensure she would get it right.
Whilst the others made the necessary battle preparations, Clover donned her thick rimmed glasses, chugged down a full energy drink can, and switched over to a live forum. Working through a plethora of built up gas from her mouth and rear, she began to upload the live feed of their journey so far for future attempts. Despite having a body well past 800 pounds that could barely move without the help of her chair, she had taken on the task as a virtual messenger to inform the rest of the guild of what they would need to know should their team fail. While waiting for the other members to reply, she bided her time picking out crumbs from between her enormous, watermelon-sized breasts and running her sausage-like fingers across her elephantine butt cheeks. Receiving a plethora of added tips and thanks in response, Clover beamed with a smile she had used to reserve only for the occasion of an attractive boy complimenting her formerly trim body.
With the battle plans made, their bellies filled with more junk, and their gas reserves emptied out with a collection of BWOOOOOORRRRPPPPPSSS and PHHHHRRRRRTTTTS, the time had finally come. Turning their VR helmets back on, they brought their characters towards the gates. Taking deep breaths of the noxious fumes perpetually swirling around their bodies, they prepared to delve into a danger that no one else in Blade Craft Network had ever seen before. The moment of glory was unfortunately cut short as their helmets turned themselves off. Swiveling their chins about in search of the problem, they found Dr. Teld in the center of their gaming room with a remote control between his fingers.
“Sorry to trouble you,” the doctor explained, “but I wanted to get a quick check up in.”
“Like make it BWOOOORRRP fast,” Clover belched, her tense concentration making both her and the other girls unaffected by the fact that they weren’t wearing any clothes to obscure their obese forms.
“It’ll just take a moment, I promise,” Dr. Teld replied, carefully stepping through the plethora of empty food containers littering the floor.
“You should know that we were going to be busy today,” Sam said, voicing her disapproval with an echoing BRRAAAAPPPPPP from her derriere.
“Oh, I’m quite aware,” Dr. Teld replied as he recorded the weight of each of the women. “Pertivitivision has been tracking your game activities and I must say we are quite impressed.”
“URRRP really?” Alex asked, her prideful look shared amongst the other girls.
“Indeed,” Dr. Teld answered as he finished up his observations and slipped his notebook back into his pocket. “I hazard to say that you three are the top players at the moment. Or at least you will be as long as you don’t mess up this coming battle.”
Dr. Teld’s words snapped the girls’ attention back towards the game. Upon seeing the countdown timer get dangerously close to kicking them out of the dungeon, they hurriedly turned their VR helmets back on. Rushing their characters through the gates moments before they closed, they put all their efforts towards assaulting the massive cyclops standing in the way of their victory.
Leaving the girls to their epic battle, Dr. Teld made his way out of the room. Upon leaving the house, the doctor pulled out his cell phone and made a call. “Hello, Mr. Hotick? The experiment is going along smoothly.”
“Are they aware of what’s going on?”
“No, they’re too busy with their gaming addiction. They don’t appear to have a clue.”
“Excellent. When should we be able to unleash your invention on the public?”
Dr. Teld took on a malevolent grin. “Soon.”
