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Virtual Reality - Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-09-04 19:56:24 +0000 UTC“Um,” I mumbled, my voice sounding deeper than I remembered. “It’s definitely not what I was expecting.”
This was an understatement that was probably just about as massive as I was. My immensity was such that I was having serious difficulty processing everything I was feeling--from the way my arms were held out at an angle because it felt like I’d stuffed pillows underneath them to the way my belly felt like a warm, mushy sack that was sitting on my lap. I was in overload from all these alien sensations and the sheer fact that there was just so much more of me to sense.
I could tell I was breathing harder. It wasn’t like I was gasping for breath, but each inhalation was sharp and deep like I just had way more lung capacity. At the same time, my diaphragm was pushing against way more meat than my real body ever had to deal with, so each breath involved way more force and movement than I was used to.
In fact, movement was a running theme. Even trying to hold myself stock still, the simple act of breathing meant that parts of me were rubbing and sliding over other parts, giving me this constant sensation of movement. If I was a planet, my belly, chest, arms, and legs were tectonic plates that were constantly grinding against one another even if it looked like I was a continuous whole.
Planet-sized wasn’t a bad analogy. I was certainly round enough, and the crater I’d made in the bed made it look like I had my own gravity. But it didn’t feel like I was freely floating through space. It felt more like space was encompassing me, making it hard for me to bend and twist in almost any direction at all. With one hand I tried to reach around my own circumference and found that I had to switch to my other hand after circling just a third of my middle.
Leo was not nearly so encumbered. He'd given himself a body that might have been twice as thick as the one he had in the real, but it was all solid muscle without a single ounce of fat to be found. The contrast couldn't have been more stark.
Effortlessly, Leo glided over to the bed and sat down beside me where he traced a flirtatious finger down my side. Besides once again being amazed at how simultaneously distant and close his finger felt, I noticed that he'd also gotten rid of his cyberjack in this simulation.
I also noticed how hard it was for me to even bend my neck far enough to keep him in the center of my vision.
"Yeah, not many do," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I based it off an ex-boyfriend of mine. He wasn't quite as big, but we had a lot of great times together."
His finger started tracing around my side where I couldn’t see. It felt like he was maybe touching my hip (which was more like a massive lovehandle), but it could’ve been my ass--it was impossible for me to tell.
“One thing we discovered together was just how amazing it feels to be big on bliss.” Leo’s voice was a hot whisper in my ear, his body now leaning against mine, his weight hardly a drop compared to mine. “Would you like to find out?”
And suddenly I was into it. A chubby-chasing bliss-head who wanted to relive the greatest heights of sexual ecstasy he’d had with his ex? That was something totally new, and not something I’d likely experience again if I were to chicken out and unjack myself mid-sim.
What I would have done (had I been in a body that was anywhere near “normal” sized) was turn and kiss him in affirmation. What actually happened was I sort of wiggled a bit and sent my whole morbidly obese body into a jiggling fit. I think I managed to lick his nose, but it might have just been his eyebrow.
Regardless, Leo took it as the affirmation that I’d intended and reached up into the air to input a series of commands for the virtual simulation. Having performed similar scenarios myself, I know this meant turning off several safeguards that were meant to ensure that nobody fried their own cyberbrain by trying to OD on simulated bliss. Leo seemed like he’d done this thing before, and I trusted him enough to know the appropriate simulated dosage for someone who weighed somewhere north of 500 pounds.
Grabbing a roll of belly flab, I mentally corrected myself to perhaps over 600 pounds.
A few moments of Leo’s dancing fingers later, and he got up, sat down at the end of the bed, and looked me straight in the eye. Then one more tap and I was sent careening into an orgasmic cavern that I could have never even dreamed of.
