Virtual Reality - Part 12

It was something about the way Leo said he just “needed to make a few adjustments.” As though us going back into VR was like taking our hovercar in for a tune-up. So before he made the appointment at our usual spot, I hacked into his personal files and just poked around a bit to see what I could find.

Initially I was worried that he was planning on leaving me. Leaving despite the fact we’d been living together for almost a year. Despite the fact the sex was better than ever, or at least I thought it was. Ever since upgrading my tool, our positions had gone from top and bottom to whatever we felt like at the time. I was more than enough to fill Leo to bursting at this point (he’d even complained a few times that we might have overdone it on the male enhancement treatments), and he still loved my exceptionally plush ass. Or so I thought.

But after that “adjustments” comment, I needed to be sure. It didn’t take me long to find what I was looking for. Leo hadn’t even bothered to encrypt his logs. I don’t know whether that was a sign of trust or he just didn’t think I was capable of even the most basic bypass algorithms.

Either way, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. He’d been… changing me. Altering my memories, brain chemistry, personality--everything. I didn’t even recognize the person I used to be. Smaller, but still chunky. Almost hairless. Attractive in a conventional sense, but nothing like the big, burly bear I am now. Had become.

I was angry. Not for any sense of loss over the person I used to be--I had no memory of that man, no particular love or affinity for him. No, I was angry at Leo for basing our relationship on a lie. For having all the power and control in the world, and for planning on exerting that control for the rest of our time together. I was angry for being nothing more than a plaything to him.

Could he even truly love me if he kept changing me to suit his whims? If I was no more than whatever he typed into a program?

Well. I could change that. A taste of his own medicine, and a new start for the both of us. I found the program he’d been using, the file that contained the changes he’d planned to make during our next VR dive, and I made a few alterations of my own. Then I encrypted the whole thing to make it look like I’d never been there at all, and left.

That night, I drove my almost foot-long cock into Leo’s ass with the wanton abandon of a man who knew this was technically his last day on Earth.

“See you on the inside,” Leo said as we both lay down in the VR suite. I blew him a kiss, closed my eyes, and woke up in simulation.

It was mostly the same luxurious hotel room that Leo had always brought us to in our previous “adjustments.” It was part of the program he’d used and I hadn’t thought to alter it. I was still myself--hirsute, mountainous, hung. Leo, on the other hand…

“What the fuck is this?!”

He’d woke up on the bed, same as I had so many months ago. And just as I had, he was enormous. Pale, supple skin stretched out almost as far as he could reach, his frantic groping sent ripples throughout his entire being. Almost my size, but softer, more delicate, more… pliable.

I approached the bed with an exaggerated swagger that caused my belly to swing back and forth, a power move that had never failed to gain Leo’s attention. It worked to stop Leo from completely falling into shock at what he’d become. What he was about to become.

“This is redemption,” I said with a growl. Leo’s face went completely still as he realized that he’d been found out. He didn’t even react as I moved onto the bed and grabbed the apron of fat that completely covered his lap. It was like kneading freshly risen dough.

“I… I didn’t mean for this,” Leo said, a tear falling down a cheek that was large enough to wobble even from a sorrowful whisper. “I just wanted you to be perfect.”

I reached up, wiped away the tear before it could fall onto his second chin. “Shh,” I hushed. “Soon, we will be.”

My hand danced on an unseen console, and the program began in full. A wave of digital euphoria crashed over us both as the VR suite dumped a vengeful load of approximated bliss on us both. I had dialed my dose to maintain my composure, but I hadn’t been so kind to Leo.

Or perhaps I’d been kinder. Leo’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head as the bliss hit, and he fell back to the mattress with a jostling crash. I watched as he began to grope his own billowy body with thick, clumsy hands. He was already hard as a nail, the nub of his cock just barely sticking out through the pillow of fat that was his groin. It wouldn’t have been visible at all had Leo not begun to hoist his own apron out of the way.

It didn’t seem like Leo needed the help, but I decided to join in on the fun. I ran my broad hands up and down his even broader torso, occasionally pressing in just to feel his flesh squish around my digits. Leo moaned each time, eventually reaching down to guide my hands up to his voluptuous breasts.

I stopped being a passive observer. There was something about them, the way they moved, the way they yielded at my touch, the way Leo almost screamed in ecstasy whenever I mashed them together. I brought myself down to tongue at a nipple the size of a normal man’s finger and he did scream, the sensation too much for his drug-addled mind to comprehend.

I silenced him with a kiss, climbing on top and smothering him with my bulk. Only this time I felt him mold around me, everything about him giving away to my advance. He was like putty in my grasp, and I planned to squeeze him for all he was worth.