Virtual Reality - Part 5

I’d never been titty-fucked before, but Leo clearly had. He reached down, mashed my tits together so they enveloped as much of his cock as they could, and then he started thrusting wildly. This was more than enough to once again get my exceptionally obese body shaking enough to once again start gasping at the chemically-induced simulated pleasure of all that blubber moving at once.

This time, it was Leo that came first. He fired off like a cannon straight into my double chin, layering it with a white frosting that dripped down onto my trembling tits and Leo’s sweat-slicked torso. It was hot--so hot that the trembling of my own fat thighs was enough friction to get me off again, soaking my groin and the bedsheets with my second load of the evening.

After that, I sort of lost count of our orgasms. It was definitely somewhere in the dozens. We fucked in every position imaginable (and some that I didn’t think a huge fatty could accomplish) before the biofeedback safeguards told us that our physical bodies needed to be attended to. It was time to unjack.

A few lazy hand waves and air-taps from Leo and the general sense of euphoria I’d been experiencing from the simulated chemical high disappeared. The sustained orgasmic hum of my body finally toned down to intermittent vibrations brought on by whatever small movements I made. I could feel the points ends of my man-tits rise and fall with each breath. Shifting my weight caused a cascade effect of sloshing and jiggling for a few moments before the ripples dissipated. It wasn’t as enticing as before, but the sensation was still… stimulating, in it’s own way.

I didn’t hate it, at least.

“Well, back to the real,” Leo said with a sigh. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, then I tapped my chubby fingers in a pattern that would release me from the simulation.

Coming back after such a high was always a letdown, but I’d never experienced the sudden loss of so much mass. Reaching up to unplug, I found myself moving my hand and arms to avoid impacting with tits and belly that were no longer an encumbrance.

I must have looked silly waving my limbs around obstructions that didn’t exist. Leo giggled as he came up to my chair and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Same time tomorrow?”

I thought about it. Even though doing simulated bliss was way safer than the real thing, it could still be just as addictive in the virtual world as the real one--just in different ways. Still, he was cute, and I had fun. More than I’d thought I’d have.

“Sure, let’s do it,” I said.

I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t know it at the time, but it turns out Leo was up to something. I should have known a good thing like that had to have hooks, but I’m a sucker for a sweet ride.

There’s normally an adjustment period after running a full-dive where the user has to reacclimate to their regular body. For me, that was usually an hour or two, but six hours later and I was still waving my arms and legs around as though I was 500 lbs. I kept my arms out at an angle even though that ring of lard around my chest wasn’t pushing them out. I swung my legs in wind, arcing steps to avoid thighs that weren’t really in danger of crashing together if I’d kept a slipper stride. I stayed over a foot away from walls, I side-stepped through doorways, and I felt like I was being constricted by blankets that felt way too close when I went to bed.

Leo had done something. It must have been him.

When we got together at the same VR suites the next day, he noticed my mood wasn’t nearly as excited as he’d expected.

“What the fuck did you do?”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb! I’ve been wallowing around for a day. Something in that dive stuck around. What did you do?”

Leo sighed. He was still cute, even when I was pissed with him. “Okay, okay, something obviously has gone wrong. What’s the problem?”

“I keep thinking I’m huge--like, I think my edges aren’t really where they are. I move like a fatty even though I’m not. My balance is off, I keep two feet away from everything because I’m worried about bumping into shit, it’s… weird,” I ended with a huff. “You gotta fix it.”

“Oh, that’s not good,” Leo replied. “Alright, let’s get into the simulation and we’ll see what I can do.”

It made sense that whatever had gone wrong would require a brainjack to fix, but I still hesitated. “No partying. You get this fixed and then we can think about a repeat of last time.”

Leo sighed again. “Yeah, sure, fine, just… let’s get in.”

I sat down. I plugged myself in, and Leo did the same. He tapped a few things on the console, and blackness rushed over me for a moment before I opened my eyes in a completely different place.

It was a park. There was sun, trees, kinds playing in a jungle gym. A field where dogs were chasing balls, drones were being raced, and everywhere was the general din of people living happy, leisurely lives.

I felt normal, but when I looked down, I realized that was because I was back to being enormous.

“What the fu--” I said, exasperated. I couldn’t see Leo anywhere in the crowd. I started lumbering towards the jungle gym, used to my center of gravity being more forward thanks to a belly that hung over my belt, used to swinging legs wide to avoid grinding jeans to dust between them, and used to feeling every inch of me shake violently with every footfall.

And used to the sweat that collected and lubricated every fold of flesh that rubbed together as I walked. It was odd to note intellectually how alien a sensation should feel but how it actually wasn't to that unconscious, administrative part of your brain.

I made it to the jungle gym only a second or two slower than I otherwise might have had I been in my normal body. At least, that’s how it felt intellectually. It was already getting hard to tell the difference. And that scared me.