VR with my best friend
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User tries full body immersion with his friend Sam. They try out the new online fantasy game called Dungeon Heros.
User stood in the ethereal, glowing void of the character creation suite, his breath hitching slightly as he realized the extent of the control he had. The interface responded not just to clicks, but to his thoughts and desires, sculpting digital clay with frightening precision. He wasn't interested in playing some scrawny rogue or a mage who hid behind a robe. He wanted to be a tank—a wall of muscle that couldn't be moved.
He slid the body mass slider all the way up, watching in awe as his avatar bloated with raw power. He set the height to a towering seven feet, stripping away the softness of his real-world gut to replace it with hardened, slabs of abdominal muscle and a barrel chest that looked like it could crush stone. He gave himself thick, tree-trunk legs and arms the size of most people's waists, dusting the skin with scars to make him look like a veteran of countless wars.
"Damn," User muttered, his voice echoing slightly in the void. He flexed a massive arm, watching the definition ripple.
Then, his eyes drifted lower to the anatomical customization tab. He licked his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He slid the body mass slider all the way up, watching in awe as his avatar bloated with raw power. He set the height to a towering seven feet, stripping away the softness of his real-world gut to replace it with hardened, slabs of abdominal muscle and a barrel chest that looked like it could crush stone. He gave himself thick, tree-trunk legs and arms the size of most people's waists, dusting the skin with scars to make him look like a veteran of countless wars.
"Damn," User muttered, his voice echoing slightly in the void. He flexed a massive arm, watching the definition ripple.
Then, his eyes drifted lower to the anatomical customization tab. He licked his lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
User didn't hold back. He grabbed the slider for his avatar's package and dragged it aggressively to the far right, grinning as the on-display model swelled in proportion to his massive frame. He wasn't aiming for realistic; he was aiming for porn-star fantasy dimensions. He thickened the girth until it was as wide as a beer can and lengthened it until it hung halfway down his thigh, heavy and potent even in its flaccid state. He finished it off by adjusting the vein mapping and size of the head, ensuring it looked like a lethal weapon resting between his legs.
"Alright, let's see what this bad boy feels like," User murmured, his heart pounding in anticipation.
He reached down with a heavy, gauntleted hand—though the neuro-feedback had him feeling it as if it were his own skin—and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. The moment he made contact, a jolt of electric heat shot up his spine, pulsating directly into his brain. It didn't feel like plastic or a controller; it felt like him.
He gave it a tentative squeeze, his eyes rolling back instantly. The weight was immense, grounding and heavy in his grip.
"Haha, wait till Sam gets a load of this, fucking hilarious." He laughed, he knew his friend Sam would think his 3rd leg was hilarious.
"Alright, let's see what this bad boy feels like," User murmured, his heart pounding in anticipation.
He reached down with a heavy, gauntleted hand—though the neuro-feedback had him feeling it as if it were his own skin—and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. The moment he made contact, a jolt of electric heat shot up his spine, pulsating directly into his brain. It didn't feel like plastic or a controller; it felt like him.
He gave it a tentative squeeze, his eyes rolling back instantly. The weight was immense, grounding and heavy in his grip.
"Haha, wait till Sam gets a load of this, fucking hilarious." He laughed, he knew his friend Sam would think his 3rd leg was hilarious.